""O" course not," she ses, squeezing my arm. "Poor father! I hope he is enjoying himself as much as I am."
"We walked down to the jetty agin arter that, and sat side by side looking acrost the river. And she began to talk about Life, and wot a strange thing it was; and "ow the river would go on flowing down to the sea thousands and thousands o" years arter we was both dead and forgotten. If it hadn"t ha" been for her little "ead leaning agin my shoulder I should have "ad the creeps.
""Let"s go down into the cabin," she ses, at last, with a little shiver; "it makes me melancholy sitting here and thinking of the "might-have-beens.""
"I got up first and "elped her up, and, arter both staring hard at the cook, wot didn"t seem to know "is place, we went down into the cabin. It was a comfortable little place, and arter she "ad poured me out a gla.s.s of "er father"s whisky, and filled my pipe for me, I wouldn"t ha"
changed places with a king. Even when the pipe wouldn"t draw I didn"t mind.
""May I write a letter?" she ses, at last.
""Sartainly," I ses.
"She got out her pen and ink and paper, and wrote. "I sha"n"t be long,"
she ses, looking up and nibbling "er pen. "It"s a letter to my dressmaker; she promised my dress by six o"clock this afternoon, and I am just writing to tell her that if I don"t have it by ten in the morning she can keep it."
""Quite right," I ses; "it"s the on"y way to get things done."
""It"s my way," she ses, sticking the letter in an envelope and licking it down. "Nice name, isn"t it?"
"She pa.s.sed it over to me, and I read the name and address: "Miss Minnie Miller, 17, John Street, Mile End Road."
""That"ll wake her up," She ses, smiling. "Will you ask Joe to take it for me?"
""He-he"s on guard," I ses, smiling back at "er and shaking my "ead.
""I know," she ses, in a low voice. "But I don"t want any guard-only you. I don"t like guards that peep down skylights."
"I looked up just in time to see Joe"s "ead disappear. Then I nipped up, and arter I "ad told "im part of wot I thought about "im I gave "im the letter and told "im to sheer off.
""The skipper told me to stay "ere," he ses, looking obstinate.
""You do as you"re told," I ses. "I"m in charge, and I take full responsibility. I shall lock the gate arter you. Wot are you worrying about?"
""And here"s a shilling, Joe, for a bus fare," ses the gal, smiling.
"You can keep the change."
"Joe took off "is cap and scratched "is silly bald "ead.
""Come on," I ses; "it"s a letter to a dressmaker. A letter that must go to-night."
""Else it"s no use," ses the gal. "You don"t know "ow important it is."
""All right," ses Joe. ""Ave it your own way. So long as you don"t tell the skipper I don"t mind. If anything "appens you"ll catch it too, Bill."
"He climbed ash.o.r.e, and I follered "im to the gate and unlocked it. He was s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g up "is eye ready for a wink, but I give "im such a look that he thought better of it, and, arter rubbing his eye with "is finger as though he "ad got a bit o" dust in it, he went off.
"I locked the gate and went back to the cabin, and for some time we sat talking about fathers and the foolish ideas they got into their "eads, and things o" that sort. So far as I remember, I "ad two more goes o"
whisky and one o" the skipper"s cigars, and I was just thinking wot a beautiful thing it was to be alive and "ealthy and in good spirits, talking to a nice gal that understood wot you said a"most afore you said it, when I "eard three blows on a whistle.
""Wot"s that?" I ses, starting up. "Police whistle?"
""I don"t think so," ses Miss b.u.t.t, putting her "and on my shoulder.
"Sit down and stay where you are. I don"t want you to get hurt, if it is. Let somebody I don"t like go."
"I sat down agin and listened, but there was no more whistling.
""Boy in the street, I expect," ses the gal, going into the state-room.
"Oh, I"ve got something to show you. Wait a minute."
"I "eard her moving about, and then she comes back into the cabin.
""I can"t find the key of my box," she ses, "and it"s in there. I wonder whether you"ve got a key that would open it. It"s a padlock."
"I put my "and in my pocket and pulled out my keys. "Shall I come and try?" I ses.
""No, thank you," she ses, taking the keys. "This looks about the size.
What key is it?"
""It"s the key of the gate," I ses, "but I don"t suppose it"ll fit."
"She went back into the state-room agin, and I "eard her fumbling at a lock. Then she came back into the cabin, breathing rather hard, and stood thinking.
""I"ve just remembered," she ses, pinching her chin. "Yes!"
"She stepped to the door and went up the companion-ladder, and the next moment I "eard a sliding noise and a key turn in a lock. I jumped to the foot of the ladder and, "ardly able to believe my senses, saw that the hatch was closed. When I found that it was locked too, you might ha"
knocked me down with a feather.
"I went down to the cabin agin, and, standing on the locker, pushed the skylight up with my "ead and tried to lookout. I couldn"t see the gate, but I "eard voices and footsteps, and a little while arterwards I see that gal coming along the wharf arm in arm with the young man she "ad told me she didn"t like, and dancing for joy. They climbed on to the schooner, and then they both stooped down with their hands on their knees and looked at me.
""Wot is it?" ses the young man, grinning.
""It"s a watchman," ses the gal. "It"s here to take charge of the wharf, you know, and see that n.o.body comes on."
""We ought to ha" brought some buns for it," ses the young man; "look at it opening its mouth."
"They both laughed fit to kill themselves, but I didn"t move a muscle.
""You open the companion," I ses, "or it"ll be the worse for you. D"ye hear? Open it!"
""Oh, Alfred," ses the gal, "he"s losing "is temper. Wotever shall we do?"
""I don"t want no more nonsense," I ses, trying to fix "er with my eye.
"If you don"t let me out it"ll be the worse for you."
""Don"t you talk to my young lady like that," ses the young man.
""Your young lady?" I ses. "H"mm! You should ha" seen "er "arf an hour ago."
"The gal looked at me steady for a moment.