"Like what?" inquired the girl, with superb innocence.
"Like THAT," said the mate manfully.
"That"ll do," said Miss Cringle softly, "that"ll do. You"re as bad as he is, only the worst of it is there is n.o.body here to prevent you."
IN BORROWED PLUMES
The master of the Sarah Jane had been missing for two days, and all on board, with the exception of the boy, whom n.o.body troubled about, were full of joy at the circ.u.mstance. Twice before had the skipper, whose habits might, perhaps, be best described as irregular, missed his ship, and word had gone forth that the third time would be the last. His berth was a good one, and the mate wanted it in place of his own, which was wanted by Ted Jones, A. B.
"Two hours more," said the mate anxiously to the men, as they stood leaning against the side, "and I take the ship out."
"Under two hours"ll do it," said Ted, peering over the side and watching the water as it slowly rose over the mud. "What"s got the old man, I wonder?"
"I don"t know, and I don"t care," said the mate. "You chaps stand by me and it"ll be good for all of us. Mr. Pearson said distinct the last time that if the skipper ever missed his ship again it would be his last trip in her, and he told me afore the old man that I wasn"t to wait two minutes at any time, but to bring her out right away."
"He"s an old fool," said Bill Loch, the other hand; "and n.o.body"ll miss him but the boy, and he"s been looking reg"lar worried all the morning.
He looked so worried at dinner time that I give "im a kick to cheer him up a bit. Look at him now."
The mate gave a supercilious glance in the direction of the boy, and then turned away. The boy, who had no idea of courting observation, stowed himself away behind the windla.s.s; and, taking a letter from his pocket, perused it for the fourth time.
"Dear Tommy," it began. "I take my pen in and to inform you that I"m stayin here and cant get away for the reason that I lorst my cloes at cribage larst night, also my money, and everything beside. Don"t speek to a living sole about it as the mate wants my birth, but pack up sum cloes and bring them to me without saying nuthing to n.o.boddy. The mates cloths will do becos I havent got enny other soot, dont tell "im. You needen"t trouble about soks as I"ve got them left. My bed is so bad I must now conclude. Your affecshunate uncle and captin Joe Bross. P.S.
Dont let the mate see you come, or else he wont let you go."
"Two hours more," sighed Tommy, as he put the letter back in his pocket.
"How can I get any clothes when they"re all locked up? And aunt said I was to look after "im and see he didn"t get into no mischief."
He sat thinking deeply, and then, as the crew of the Sarah Jane stepped ash.o.r.e to take advantage of a gla.s.s offered by the mate, he crept down to the cabin again for another desperate look round. The only articles of clothing visible belonged to Mrs. Bross, who up to this trip had been sailing in the schooner to look after its master. At these he gazed hard.
"I"ll take "em and try an" swop "em for some men"s clothes," said he suddenly, s.n.a.t.c.hing the garments from the pegs. "She wouldn"t mind"; and hastily rolling them into a parcel, together with a pair of carpet slippers of the captain"s, he thrust the lot into an old biscuit bag.
Then he shouldered his burden, and, going cautiously on deck, gained the sh.o.r.e, and set off at a trot to the address furnished in the letter.
It was a long way, and the bag was heavy. His first attempt at barter was alarming, for the p.a.w.nbroker, who had just been cautioned by the police, was in such a severe and uncomfortable state of morals, that the boy quickly s.n.a.t.c.hed up his bundle again and left. Sorely troubled he walked hastily along, until, in a small bye street, his glance fell upon a baker of mild and benevolent aspect, standing behind the counter of his shop.
"If you please, sir," said Tommy, entering, and depositing his bag on the counter, "have you got any cast-off clothes you don"t want?"
The baker turned to a shelf, and selecting a stale loaf cut it in halves, one of which he placed before the boy.
"I don"t want bread," said Tommy desperately; "but mother has just died, and father wants mourning for the funeral. He"s only got a new suit with him, and if he can change these things of mother"s for an old suit, he"d sell his best ones to bury her with."
He shook the articles out on the counter, and the baker"s wife, who had just come into the shop, inspected them rather favourably.
"Poor boy, so you"ve lost your mother," she said, turning the clothes over. "It"s a good skirt, Bill."
"Yes, ma"am," said Tommy dolefully.
"What did she die of?" inquired the baker.
"Scarlet fever," said Tommy, tearfully, mentioning the only disease he knew.
"Scar-Take them things away," yelled the baker, pushing the clothes on to the floor, and following his wife to the other end of the shop. "Take "em away directly, you young villain."
His voice was so loud, his manner so imperative, that the startled boy, without stopping to argue, stuffed the clothes pell-mell into the bag again and departed. A farewell glance at the clock made him look almost as horrified as the baker.
"There"s no time to be lost," he muttered, as he began to run; "either the old man"ll have to come in these or else stay where he is."
He reached the house breathless, and paused before an unshaven man in time-worn greasy clothes, who was smoking a short clay pipe with much enjoyment in front of the door.
"Is Cap"n Bross here?" he panted.
"He"s upstairs," said the man, with a leer, "sitting in sackcloth and ashes, more ashes than sackcloth. Have you got some clothes for him?"
"Look here," said Tommy. He was down on his knees with the mouth of the bag open again, quite in the style of the practised hawker. "Give me an old suit of clothes for them. Hurry up. There"s a lovely frock."
"Blimey," said the man, staring, "I"ve only got these clothes. Wot d"yer take me for? A dook?"
"Well, get me some somewhere," said Tommy. "If you don"t the cap"n "ll have to come in these, and I"m sure he won"t like it."
"I wonder what he"d look like," said the man, with a grin. "Damme if I don"t come up and see."
"Get me some clothes," pleaded Tommy.
"I wouldn"t get you clothes, no, not for fifty pun," said the man severely. "Wot d"yer mean wanting to spoil people"s pleasure in that way? Come on, come and tell the cap"n what you"ve got for "im, I want to "ear what he ses. He"s been swearing "ard since ten o"clock this morning, but he ought to say something special over this."
He led the way up the bare wooden stairs, followed by the hara.s.sed boy, and entered a small dirty room at the top, in the centre of which the master of the Sarah Jane sat to deny visitors, in a pair of socks and last week"s paper.
"Here"s a young gent come to bring you some clothes, cap"n," said the man, taking the sack from the boy.
"Why didn"t you come before?" growled the captain, who was reading the advertis.e.m.e.nts.
The man put his hand in the sack, and pulled out the clothes. "What do you think of "em?" he asked expectantly.
The captain strove vainly to tell him, but his tongue mercifully forsook its office, and dried between his lips. His brain rang with sentences of scorching iniquity, but they got no further.
"Well, say thank you, if you can"t say nothing else," suggested his tormentor hopefully.
"I couldn"t bring nothing else," said Tommy hurriedly; "all the things was locked up. I tried to swop "em and nearly got locked up for it. Put these on and hurry up."
The captain moistened his lips with his tongue.
"The mate"ll get off directly she floats," continued Tommy. "Put these on and spoil his little game. It"s raining a little now. n.o.body"ll see you, and as soon as you git aboard you can borrow some of the men"s clothes."
"That"s the ticket, cap"n," said the man. "Lord lumme, you"ll "ave everybody falling in love with you."