Haul her in, boy."
The boat, which was dragging astern, was hauled close, and the mate tumbled into her, followed by the boy, just as the captain was in the middle of another circle?-to the intense indignation of a crowd of shipping, large and small, which was trying to get by.
"Ahoy!" yelled the master of a tug which was towing a large ship. "Take that steam roundabout out of the way. What the thunder are you doing?"
"Picking up my engineer," replied the captain, as he steamed right across the other"s bows, and nearly ran down a sailing-barge, the skipper of which, a Salvation Army man, was n.o.bly fighting with his feelings.
"Why don"t you stop?" he yelled.
""Cos I can"t," wailed the skipper of the Bulldog, as he threaded his way between a huge steamer and a schooner, who, in avoiding him, were getting up a little collision on their own account.
"Ahoy, Bulldog! Ahoy!" called the mate. "Stand by to pick us up. We"ve got him."
The skipper smiled in an agonised fashion as he shot past, hotly pursued by his boat. The feeling on board the other craft as they got out of the way of the Bulldog, and nearly ran down her boat, and then, in avoiding that, nearly ran down something else, cannot be put into plain English, but several captains ventured into the domains of the ornamental with marked success.
"Shut off steam!" yelled the engineer, as the Bulldog went by again.
"Draw the fires, then."
"Who"s going to steer while I do it?" bellowed the skipper, as he left the wheel for a few seconds to try and get a line to throw them.
By this time the commotion in the river was frightful, and the captain"s steering, as he went on his round again, something marvellous to behold.
A strange lack of sympathy on the part of brother captains added to his troubles. Every craft he pa.s.sed had something to say to him, busy as they were, and the remarks were as monotonous as they were insulting. At last, just as he was resolving to run his boat straight down the river until he came to a halt for want of steam, the mate caught the rope he flung, and the Bulldog went down the river with her boat made fast to her stern.
"Come aboard, you-you lunatic!" he shouted.
"Not afore I knows "ow I stand," said the engineer, who was now beautifully sober, and in full possession of a somewhat acute intellect.
"What do you mean?" demanded the skipper.
"I don"t come aboard," shouted the engineer, "until you and the mate and the bye all swear as you won"t say nothing about this little game."
"I"ll report you the moment I get ash.o.r.e," roared the skipper. "I"ll give you in charge for desertion. I"ll"-
With a supreme gesture the engineer prepared to dive, but the watchful mate fell on his neck and tripped him over a seat.
"Come aboard!" cried the skipper, aghast at such determination. "Come aboard, and I"ll give you a licking when we get ash.o.r.e instead."
"Honour bright?" inquired the engineer.
"Honour bright," chorused the three.
The engineer, with all the honours of war, came on board, and, after remarking that he felt chilly bathing on an empty stomach, went down below and began to stoke. In the course of the voyage he said that it was worth while making such a fool of himself if only to see the skipper"s beautiful steering, warmly a.s.severating that there was not another man on the river that could have done it. Before this insidious flattery the skipper"s wrath melted like snow before the sun, and by the time they reached port he would as soon have thought of hitting his own father as his smooth-tongued engineer.
OUTSAILED
It was a momentous occasion. The two skippers sat in the private bar of the "Old Ship," in High Street, Wapping, solemnly sipping cold gin and smoking cigars, whose sole merit consisted in the fact that they had been smuggled. It is well known all along the waterside that this greatly improves their flavour.
"Draw all right?" queried Captain Berrow?-a short, fat man of few ideas, who was the exulting owner of a bundle of them.
"Beautiful," replied Captain Tucker, who had just made an excursion into the interior of his with the small blade of his penknife. "Why don"t you keep smokes like these, landlord?"
"He can"t," chuckled Captain Berrow fatuously. "They"re not to be "ad-money couldn"t buy "em."
The landlord grunted. "Why don"t you settle about that race o" yours an"
ha" done with it," he cried, as he wiped down his counter. "Seems to me, Cap"n Tucker"s hanging fire."
"I"m ready when he is," said Tucker, somewhat shortly.
"It"s taking your money," said Berrow slowly; "the Thistle can"t hold a candle to the Good Intent, and you know it. Many a time that little schooner o" mine has kept up with a steamer."
"Wher"d you ha" been if the tow rope had parted, though?" said the master of the Thistle, with a wink at the landlord.
At this remark Captain Berrow took fire, and, with his temper rapidly rising to fever heat, wrathfully repelled the scurvy insinuation in language which compelled the respectful attention of all the other customers and the hasty intervention of the landlord.
"Put up the stakes," he cried impatiently. "Put up the stakes, and don"t have so much jaw about it."
"Here"s mine," said Berrow, st.u.r.dily handing over a greasy fiver. "Now, Cap"n Tucker, cover that."
"Come on," said the landlord encouragingly; "don"t let him take the wind out of your sails like that."
Tucker handed over five sovereigns.
"High water"s at 12.13," said the landlord, pocketing the stakes. "You understand the conditions?-each of you does the best he can for hisself after eleven, an" the one what gets to Poole first has the ten quid.
Understand?"
Both gamblers breathed hard, and, fully realising the desperate nature of the enterprise upon which they had embarked, ordered some more gin. A rivalry of long standing as to the merits of their respective schooners had led to them calling in the landlord to arbitrate, and this was the result. Berrow, vaguely feeling that it would be advisable to keep on good terms with the stakeholder, offered him one of the famous cigars.
The stakeholder, anxious to keep on good terms with his stomach, declined it.
"You"ve both got your moorings up, I s"pose?" he inquired.
"Got "em up this evening," replied Tucker. "We"re just made fast one on each side of the Dolphin now."
"The wind"s light, but it"s from the right quarter," said Captain Berrow, "an" I only hope as "ow the best ship"ll win. I"d like to win myself, but, if not, I can only say as there"s no man breathing I"d sooner have lick me than Cap"n Tucker. He"s as smart a seaman as ever comes into the London river, an" he"s got a schooner angels would be proud of."
"Gla.s.ses o" gin round," said Tucker promptly. "Cap"n Berrow, here"s your very good health, an" a fair field an" no favour."
With these praiseworthy sentiments the master of the Thistle finished his liquor, and, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, nodded farewell to the twain and departed. Once in the High Street he walked slowly, as one in deep thought, then, with a sudden resolution, turned up Nightingale Lane, and made for a small, unsavoury thoroughfare leading out of Ratcliff Highway. A quarter of an hour later he emerged into that famous thoroughfare again, smiling incoherently, and, retracing his steps to the waterside, jumped into a boat, and was pulled off to his ship.
"Comes off to-night, Joe," said he, as he descended to the cabin, "an"
it"s arf a quid to you if the old gal wins."
"What"s the bet?" inquired the mate, looking up from his task of shredding tobacco.