The cook said it was a lark. Then he corrected himself and said it wasn"t a lark, then he corrected himself again and became incoherent.
Meantime the skipper eyed him stonily, while the mate released the cat and good-naturedly helped to straighten its tail.
It took fully five minutes of unwilling explanation before the skipper could grasp the situation. He did not appear to fairly understand it until he was shown the chest with the ventilated lid; then his countenance cleared, and, taking the unhappy Billy by the collar, he called sternly for a piece of rope.
By this statesmanlike handling of the subject a question of much delicacy and difficulty was solved, discipline was preserved, and a practical ill.u.s.tration of the perils of deceit afforded to a youngster who was at an age best suited to receive such impressions. That he should exhaust the resources of a youthful but powerful vocabulary upon the crew in general, and Sam in particular, was only to be expected.
They bore him no malice for it, but, when he showed signs of going beyond his years, held a hasty consultation, and then stopped his mouth with sixpence-halfpenny and a broken jack-knife.
THE SKIPPER OF THE "OSPREY"
It was a quarter to six in the morning as the mate of the sailing-barge Osprey came on deck and looked round for the master, who had been sleeping ash.o.r.e and was somewhat overdue.
Ten minutes pa.s.sed before he appeared on the wharf, and the mate saw with surprise that he was leaning on the arm of a pretty girl of twenty, as he hobbled painfully down to the barge.
"Here you are then," said the mate, his face clearing. "I began to think you weren"t coming."
"I"m not," said the skipper; "I"ve got the gout crool bad. My darter here"s going to take my place, an" I"m going to take it easy in bed for a bit."
"I"ll go an" make it for you," said the mate.
"I mean my bed at home," said the skipper sharply. "I want good nursing an" attention."
The mate looked puzzled.
"But you don"t really mean to say this young lady is coming aboard instead of you?" he said.
"That"s just what I do mean," said the skipper. "She knows as much about it as I do. She lived aboard with me until she was quite a big girl.
You"ll take your orders from her. What are you whistling about? Can"t I do as I like about my own ship?"
"O" course you can," said the mate drily; "an" I s"pose I can whistle if I like-I never heard no orders against it."
"Gimme a kiss, Meg, an" git aboard," said the skipper, leaning on his stick and turning his cheek to his daughter, who obediently gave him a perfunctory kiss on the left eyebrow, and sprang lightly aboard the barge.
"Cast off," said she, in a business-like manner, as she seized a boat-hook and pushed off from the jetty. "Ta ta, Dad, and go straight home, mind; the cab"s waiting."
"Ay, ay, my dear," said the proud father, his eye moistening with paternal pride as his daughter, throwing off her jacket, ran and a.s.sisted the mate with the sail. "Lord, what a fine boy she would have made!"
He watched the barge until she was well under way, and then, waving his hand to his daughter, crawled slowly back to the cab; and, being to a certain extent a believer in homeopathy, treated his complaint with a gla.s.s of rum.
"I"m sorry your father"s so bad, miss," said the mate, who was still somewhat dazed by the recent proceedings, as the girl came up and took the wheel from him. "He was complaining a goodish bit all the way up."
"A wilful man must have his way," said Miss Cringle, with a shake of her head. "It"s no good me saying anything, because directly my back"s turned he has his own way again."
The mate shook his head despondently.
"You"d better get your bedding up and make your arrangements forward,"
said the new skipper presently. There was a look of indulgent admiration in the mate"s eye, and she thought it necessary to check it.
"All right," said the other, "plenty of time for that; the river"s a little bit thick just now."
"What do you mean?" inquired the girl hastily.
"Some o" these things are not so careful as they might be," said the mate, noting the ominous sparkle of her eye, "an" they might sc.r.a.pe the paint off."
"Look here, my lad," said the new skipper grimly, "if you think you can steer better than me, you"d better keep it to yourself, that"s all. Now suppose you see about your bedding, as I said."
The mate went, albeit he was rather surprised at himself for doing so, and hid his annoyance and confusion beneath the mattress which he brought up on his head. His job completed, he came aft again, and, sitting on the hatches, lit his pipe.
"This is just the weather for a pleasant cruise," he said amiably, after a few whiffs. "You"ve chose a nice time for it."
"I don"t mind the weather," said the girl, who fancied that there was a little latent sarcasm somewhere. "I think you"d better wash the decks now."
"Washed "em last night," said the mate, without moving.
"Ah, after dark, perhaps," said the girl. "Well, I think I"ll have them done again."
The mate sat pondering rebelliously for a few minutes, then he removed his jacket, put on in honour of the new skipper, and, fetching the bucket and mop, silently obeyed orders.
"You seem to be very fond of sitting down," remarked the girl, after he had finished; "can"t you find something else to do?"
"I don"t know," replied the mate slowly; "I thought you were looking after that."
The girl bit her lip, and was looking carefully round her, when they were both disturbed by the unseemly behaviour of the master of a pa.s.sing craft.
"Jack!" he yelled in a tone of strong amazement, "Jack!"
"Halloa!" cried the mate.
"Why didn"t you tell us?" yelled the other reproachfully.
"Tell you what?" roared the mystified mate.
The master of the other craft, holding on to the stays with one hand, jerked his thumb expressively towards Miss Cringle, and waited.
"When was it?" he screamed anxiously, as he realised that his craft was rapidly carrying him out of earshot.
The mate smiled feebly, and glanced uneasily at the girl, who, with a fine colour and an air of vast unconcern, was looking straight in front of her; and it was a relief to both of them when they found themselves hesitating and dodging in front of a schooner which was coming up.
"Do you want all the river?" demanded the exasperated master of the latter vessel, running to the side as they pa.s.sed. "Why don"t you drop anchor if you want to spoon?"
"Perhaps you "d better let me take the wheel a bit," said the mate, not without a little malice in his voice.
"No; you can go an" keep a look-out in the bows," said the girl serenely. "It"ll prevent misunderstandings, too. Better take the potatoes with you and peel them for dinner."
The mate complied, and the voyage proceeded in silence, the steering being rendered a little nicer than usual by various nautical sparks bringing their boats a bit closer than was necessary in order to obtain a good view of the fair steersman.
After dinner, the tide having turned and a stiff head-wind blowing, they brought up off Sheppey. It began to rain hard, and the crew of the Osprey, having made all snug above, retired to the cabin to resume their quarrel.
"Don"t mind me," said Miss Cringle scathingly, as the mate lit his pipe.
"Well, I didn"t think you minded," replied the mate; "the old man"-