She put down her book and left, the mate watching her until she disappeared down the companion-way. Then he sat down and waited.
One by one the crew returned to the steamer, but the schooner"s deck showed no signs of life. Then the skipper came, and, having peered critically over his vessel"s side, gave orders to get under way.
"If she"d only come up," said the miserable mate to himself, "I"d risk it, and ask whether I might write to her."
This chance of imperilling a promising career did not occur, however; the steamer slowly edged away from the schooner, and, picking her way between a tier of lighters, steamed slowly into clearer water.
"Full speed ahead!" roared the skipper down the tube. The engineer responded, and the mate gazed in a melancholy fashion at the water as it rapidly widened between the two vessels. Then his face brightened up suddenly as the girl ran up on deck and waved her hand. Hardly able to believe his eyes, he waved his back. The girl gesticulated violently, now pointing to the steamer, and then to the schooner.
"By Jove, that girl"s taken a fancy to you," said the skipper. "She wants you to go back."
The mate sighed. "Seems like it," he said modestly.
To his astonishment the girl was now joined by her men folk, who also waved hearty farewells, and, throwing their arms about, shouted incoherently.
"Blamed if they haven"t all took a fancy to you," said the puzzled skipper; "the old man"s got the speaking-trumpet now. What does he say?"
"Something about life, I think," said the mate.
"They"re more like jumping-jacks than anything else," said the skipper.
"Just look at "em."
The mate looked, and, as the distance increased, sprang on to the side, and, his eyes dim with emotion, waved tender farewells. If it had not been for the presence of the skipper-a tremendous stickler for decorum-he would have kissed his hand.
It was not until Gravesend was pa.s.sed, and the side-lights of the shipping were trying to show in the gathering dusk, that he awoke from his tender apathy. It is probable that it would have lasted longer than that but for a sudden wail of anguish and terror which proceeded from the cabin and rang out on the still warm air.
"Sakes alive!" said the skipper, starting; "what"s that?"
Before the mate could reply, the companion was pushed back, and a middle-aged woman, labouring under strong excitement, appeared on deck.
"You villain!" she screamed excitably, rushing up to the mate. "Take me back; take me back!"
"What"s all this, Harry?" demanded the skipper sternly.
"He-he-he-asked me to go into the cab-cabin," sobbed Mrs. Jansell, "and sent me to sleep, and too-too-took me away. My husband"ll kill me; I know he will. Take me back."
"What do you want to be took back to be killed for?" interposed one of the men judicially.
"I might ha" known what he meant when he said I brightened the cabin up," said Mrs. Jansell; "and when he said he thought me and my daughter were sisters. He said he"d like me to sit there always, the wretch!"
"Did you say that?" inquired the skipper fiercely.
"Well, I did," said the miserable mate; "but I didn"t mean her to take it that way. She went to sleep, and I forgot all about her."
"What did you say such silly lies for, then?" demanded the skipper.
The mate hung his head.
"Old enough to be your mother too," said the skipper severely. "Here"s a nice thing to happen aboard my ship, and afore the boy too!"
"Blast the boy!" said the goaded mate.
"Take me back," wailed Mrs. Jansell; "you don"t know how jealous my husband is."
"He won"t hurt you," said the skipper kindly "he won"t be jealous of a woman your time o" life; that is, not if he"s got any sense. You"ll have to go as far as Boston with us now. I"ve lost too much time already to go back."
"You must take me back," said Mrs. Jansell pa.s.sionately.
"I"m not going back for anybody," said the skipper. "But you can make your mind quite easy: you"re as safe aboard my ship as what you would be alone on a raft in the middle of the Atlantic; and as for the mate, he was only chaffing you. Wasn"t you, Harry?"
The mate made some reply, but neither Mrs. Jansell, the skipper, nor the men, who were all listening eagerly, caught it, and his unfortunate victim, accepting the inevitable, walked to the side of the ship and gazed disconsolately astern.
It was not until the following morning that the mate, who had received orders to mess for"ard, saw her, and ignoring the fact that everybody suspended work to listen, walked up and bade her good morning.
"Harry," said the skipper warningly.
"All right," said the mate shortly. "I want to speak to you very particularly," he said nervously, and led his listener aft, followed by three of the crew who came to clean the bra.s.swork, and who listened mutinously when they were ordered to defer unwonted industry to a more fitting time. The deck clear, the mate began, and in a long rambling statement, which Mrs. Jansell at first thought the ravings of lunacy, acquainted her with the real state of his feelings.
"I never did!" said she, when he had finished. "Never! Why, you hadn"t seen her before yesterday."
"Of course I shall take you back by train," said the mate, "and tell your husband how sorry I am."
"I might have suspected something when you said all those nice things to me," said the mollified lady. "Well, you must take your chance, like all the rest of them. She can only say "No," again. It"ll explain this affair better, that"s one thing; but I expect they"ll laugh at you."
"I don"t care," said the mate stoutly. "You"re on my side, ain"t you?"
Mrs. Jansell laughed, and the mate, having succeeded beyond his hopes in the establishment of amicable relations, went about his duties with a light heart.
By the time they reached Boston the morning was far advanced, and after the Gem was comfortably berthed he obtained permission of the skipper to accompany the fair pa.s.senger to London, beguiling the long railway journey by every means in his power. Despite his efforts, however, the journey began to pall upon his companion, and it was not until evening was well advanced that they found themselves in the narrow streets of Limehouse.
"We"ll see how the land lies first," said he, as they approached the wharf and made their way cautiously on to the quay.
The Aquila was still alongside, and the mate"s heart thumped violently as he saw the cause of all the trouble sitting alone on the deck. She rose with a little start as her mother stepped carefully aboard, and, running to her, kissed her affectionately, and sat her down on the hatches.
"Poor mother," she said caressingly. "What did you bring that lunatic back with you for?"
"He would come," said Mrs. Jansell. "Hush! here comes your father."
The master of the Aquila came on deck as she spoke, and walking slowly up to the group, stood sternly regarding them. Under his gaze the mate breathlessly reeled off his tale, noticing with somewhat mixed feelings the widening grin of his listener as he proceeded.
"Well, you"re a lively sort o" man," said the skipper as he finished.
"In one day you tie up your own ship, run off with my wife, and lose us a tide. Are you always like that?"
"I want somebody to look after me, I s"pose," said the mate, with a side glance at Nancy.
"Well, we"d put you up for the night," said the skipper, with his arm round his wife"s shoulders; "but you"re such a chap. I"m afraid you"d burn the ship down, or something. What do you think, old girl?"
"I think we"ll try him this once," said his wife. "And now I"ll go down and see about supper; I want it."