At length the doctor broke the silence.
"I understand, sir," he said, addressing the Skipper, "that you have a paper, a will or the like, substantiating your claims?"
"I have!" the Skipper replied. "The letter received by my mother, shortly before her death, was dictated by my grandfather, and told that, hearing for many years nothing from his son, this child"s grandfather, he had made a will in her favour. This, being timorous, he had not dared to show to anyone, neither to send her a copy, but he bade her send a messenger to make search in a certain cupboard of this house, on a certain shelf, where would be found this paper. My mother dying, commended to me this search. I at that time was a youth on adventures bent, with already plans for eastern voyages. Keeping always the letter in my pouch, and in my heart the desire of my mother, I came, nevertheless, not to this part of the world; years come and go, Senor, swiftly with men of the sea, and these sh.o.r.es seemed to me less of attraction than Borneo and other places where were easily to be found my wares. Briefly, I came not; till this year, a commission from a collector of some extent brought the "Nautilus" to New York. And then, say I, how then if I go on, see this my inheritance, discover if it may profit me somewhat? I come, I discover my revered uncle, unknown to him.
Is the discovery such that I desire to fall on his respected bosom, crying, "My uncle, soul of my family, behold your son!" I ask you, Senors both! But I find this, my revered uncle, to be a collector of sh.e.l.ls: thus he is in one way already dear to my heart. Again, I find here at the moment of my arrival a child, who is in effect of my own blood, who is to me a son from the moment of our first speech. Is it so, Colorado? Speak, my child!"
John could not speak, but he nodded like a little mandarin, and the red curls fell into his eyes and hid the tears, so that no one but the Skipper saw them.
"How then?" the Skipper resumed, after a moment"s pause. "My soul not calling me to reveal myself to this so-dear relative, what do I? I come to this house, without special plan, to spy out the land, do we say? I find my uncle forth of the house; I find my child travailing in the garden. Good! The time appears to me accepted. I enter, I search, I find the cupboard, I find the paper. Briefly, Senors both, behold me possessor of this house, this garden, this domain royal."
He handed a paper to the doctor, who read it carefully, and nodded. Mr.
Sc.r.a.per made an attempt to clutch it in pa.s.sing, but grasped the air only.
"What then, in finality, do I say?" the Skipper went on. "Do I desire to stay in this place? Wishing not to grieve the Senor Pike, whom greatly I esteem, I consider it unfit for the human being. Of property, I have little desire; I have for my wants enough, I have my "Nautilus," I have my boys, to what end should I retain these cold spots of earth, never before seen by me? To what purpose, I ask it of you, Senors? Therefore, in finality, I say to my revered uncle this: Give to me the child, give to me the boy, that I take away and make a sailor, for which he was born; and I of my part surrender house and garden, even any money bags which may be, what know I, perhaps at this moment in the bed of my revered uncle concealed?"
The old man gave a convulsive shudder at this, and shrieked faintly; all started, but the Skipper laughed.
"You see, Senor Pike, and Senor Doctor, greatly respected! Who shall know how great sums this ancient fish has hidden under him? Let him keep them, these sums. I take the child, and I go my way. Is it finished, uncle of my heart? Is it finished, venerable iniquity? Can you part with the child, beloved, even as your old father was beloved, and like him caressed and tenderly entreated? Answer, thou!"
But before Mr. Sc.r.a.per could speak, little John stepped forward, very pale, but clear in his mind.
"If you please," he said, "I should like to speak. If you please, he (indicating the Skipper,) is so kind, and--and--he knows what I--he knows things I have thought about, but he does not know all. Cousin Sc.r.a.per, you may be sick now, perhaps a long time, and perhaps you have gone upon your bed to die, like that king in the Bible who had figs put on; only he got well.
"And I want to stay and take care of you, and--and I will do as well as I know how, and I think I can work more than I used to, because I know more, these last days, than I did, and--and--I think that is all. But if you don"t mind--if you would try to like me a little, I think we should get on better; and if dried figs would do, we might try those, you know."
Here he turned to the doctor, with a face of such clear brightness that the good man choked, and coughed, and finally went and looked out of the window, wondering whether he was laughing or crying.
Then John came forward, and held out both hands to the old man with an appealing gesture.
"Will you try to like me a little?" he said; and for the first time his voice quivered.
"For now my only friend is going away, and I am sending him, and I shall never see him again."
Mr. Endymion Sc.r.a.per was a man of few ideas; and only one was in his mind at this moment. Gathering himself up in the bed, he pushed the boy away from him with all his feeble strength.
"Go "way!" he said. "Go "way, I tell ye. If that man there will take ye, he"s welcome to ye, I guess. If he"s fool enough to take ye in exchange for property, saying the property was his, which I aint fool enough to do without a lawyer--he"s welcome to ye. I say, he"s welcome. I don"t want no brats round here. I took ye out of charity, and I"ve had enough of ye. Go "long, I say, with that wuthless feller, if he is my sister"s son. I want to be rid of the hull lot and pa.s.sel of ye!"
His voice rose to a scream, and the veins on his narrow forehead stood out like cords. The doctor motioned to the Spaniard; and the latter, without another word, took the child up in his arms as he had done once before, swung him over his shoulder, and left the room.
CHAPTER XI.
SAILING.
"Rento!"
"Ay, ay, sir!"
"Franci!"
"Senor!"
"Jack and Jim!"
The monkeys for answer leaped on their master"s shoulder, and chattered, and peered round into his face.
"The company of this schooner, attention! Behold Colorado, who comes to be my son! He sails with us, he receives kindness from you all, he is in his home. Instruction you will give him in ways of the sea, and he becomes in all things your brother. Am I understood?"
The different members of the crew received this intelligence each in his own way. Rento advanced, and shaking John cordially by the hand, a.s.sured him with honest warmth that he was proper glad to see him, and that he hoped they should be good friends.
Franci smiled like an angel, and the moment the Skipper"s back was turned, made frightful grimaces at the boy, and threatened his life. But John was too happy to be afraid of Franci. Going boldly up to him, he asked,--
"Why don"t you like me, and why do you want to kill me? I never did you any harm, and I should like to be friends, please."
The Spaniard looked at him sidelong out of his soft, sleepy eyes.
"Have you understanding?" he asked presently. "Have you intelligence to accept the idea of a person of poetry, of soul?"
"I think so!" said John, with some confidence. "I could try, anyhow."
"Look, then!" exclaimed Franci, throwing his arms abroad with a dramatic gesture.
"I am not of nature murderous. A dove, a lamb at sport in the meadow, such is the heart of Franci. But--behold me desolated on this infernal schooner. Torn by my parents from my home, from warm places of my delight, from various maidens, all enamoured of my person, I am sent to be a sailor. A life of horror, believe me who say it to you! Wetness, cold and work; work, cold and wetness! Behold the sea! may it be accursed, and dry up at the earliest moment! I come here, on this so disastrous voyage. Have I poetry, think you, on board this vessel? Is the pig-faced armadillo yonder a companion for me, for Franci? Is my beauty, the gentleness and grace of my soul appreciated here? even the Patron, a person in some ways of understanding, has for me only the treatment of a child, of a servant. Crushed to the ground by these afflictions, how do I revenge myself? How do I make possible the pa.s.sage of time in this wooden prison? I make for myself the action, I make for myself the theatre. Born for the grace of life, deprived of it, let me have the horrors! In effect, I would not hurt the safety of a flea; in appearance, I desire blood, blood, blood!"
He shrieked the last words aloud, and leaped upon the boy, his eyes glaring like a madman"s; but John was on his own ground now; his eyes shone with appreciation.
"That"s splendid!" he cried. "Blood! Oh, I wish I could do it like that!
I say, we can play all kind of things, can"t we? We"ll be pirates--only good pirates,--and we"ll scour the seas, and save all the shipwrecked people, won"t we? And you shall be the captain (or you might call it admiral, if you liked the sound better, I often do), and I will be the mate, or the prisoners, or the drowning folks, just as you like. I love to play things."
"Come to my heart, angelic child!" cried Franci, flinging out his arms once more. "At length I am understood, I am appreciated, I have found a comrade! That I weep on thy bosom, Colorado!"
And, much to the disgust of Rento, he fell upon John"s neck, and shed, or appeared to shed, a few tears, with great parade of silk handkerchief. He then advanced to where the Skipper was smoking his cigar in the stern, and informed him, with a low bow, that he and Colorado were one soul, which the Skipper said he was delighted to hear, adding that he recommended the one soul to set the two bodies to work cleaning the bra.s.ses.
Franci liked to clean the bra.s.ses, because he could see his face in them, and make eyes at himself as he went along; accordingly he turned three back-somersaults, a sign of high good-humour with him, and returned to his new friend.
"Have you noticed, Colorado," he inquired, "the contour of my leg? Did you observe it now, quivering in the air?"
John nodded appreciation, and wondered how old Franci was.
"To possess beauty," said the latter, gravely, "is a responsibility, my friend. It is a burden, my soul! Franci has shed tears over it, the tears of a poet. You have read of Apollo, at least you have heard of him, the G.o.d of poetry, of music, of grace? yes? Behold him, Colorado!
He lives before you, in the form of Franci. Come on, that we clean together the bra.s.ses!"
As for the monkeys, they at once adopted John as their companion and their lawful prey. They climbed over him, they tried to get into his pockets, they nestled in his arms, they challenged him to races among the yards. The Skipper was their king, Franci was their model, the ideal toward which they vainly aspired. Rento, good, homely Rento, was the person who fed them, and with whom they could take any liberties, with no danger of a beating; but the new-comer, the boy John, was simply another monkey like themselves. Dressed up, it was true, like men, but in no other way resembling them more than another, more than themselves.
Let him come and play, then, and put on no airs. These were the sentiments of Jack and Jim, and John responded to them with hearty good-will.