"_That"s_ where it is," said Joshua as he concluded, and then his eye fell on Tim"s eager upturned face.
"Dorg, eh?" he said, when the boy had made him understand what he wanted. "Where is he?"
"There," said Tim, pointing to where the dog still sat shivering near the old chestnut woman.
Joshua gazed at the animal in silence, and sucked a straw which he had in his mouth reflectively. Tim looked anxiously up into his face.
Would he take a fancy to him? The landlord had now drawn near, and also an inquisitive ostler. The old chestnut-seller ceased to rock herself to and fro, and turned her head towards the group, so that the dog, so lonely a few minutes ago, had suddenly become a centre of interest. He seemed to wonder at this, but he scarcely moved his eyes, with a mute appeal in them, from his first friend, Tim. At last, after what seemed an immense silence, Joshua spoke.
"He ain"t a beauty--not to look at," he said.
This might have sounded discouraging to anyone who did not know Joshua, but it was rather the reverse to Tim.
"He"d be werry useful in the cart," he suggested, taking care not to appear too anxious.
But now the landlord, feeling it time to offer his opinion, broke into the discussion.
"There"s no doubt, as the boy says, that you"d find a dog useful, but I wouldn"t have a brute of a cur like that, if I was you. Now I could give you as pretty a pup to bring up to the business as you could wish to see. A real game un. Death to anything reasonable he"d be in a year"s time. Them nasty mongrels is never no good."
Now this adverse opinion was, strange to say, sufficient to make up Joshua"s mind in the dog"s favour; he always took a contrary view of things to the landlord on principle, because it encouraged conversation, and this habit was so strong that he at once began to see the special advantages of a mongrel.
"He"s a werry faithful creetur, is a mongrel, if he"s properly trained,"
he said slowly and solemnly; "and as to _game_, where"s the game he"d find in a carrier"s cart? You can bring him along, mate."
Leaving the landlord in a temporarily crushed condition, he walked off to his horses, which stamped impatiently at all this delay. The dog suffered Tim to take him in his arms without any resistance, though he winced a little as if in pain, and the cart presently drove away from the small knot of interested spectators gathered round the inn door.
Then, gently examining his new comrade, the boy found that one of his hind-legs was injured, so that he could not put it to the ground, and moaned when it was touched, though he licked Tim"s hand immediately afterwards in apology.
"But I don"t think it"s broke," said the boy encouragingly; "and when we get home I"ll bathe it and tie it up, and I dessay I can find yer a bit o" supper."
Soothed perhaps by this prospect, and evidently feeling a sense of comfort and protection, the dog stretched out his thin, weary limbs, and soon, sharing the warm shelter of Tim"s horse-cloth, slept profoundly.
And thus the new friends made their first journey together.
STORY TWO, CHAPTER 2.
FAITHFUL MOSES--A SHORT STORY--(CONTD).
So from this time there was a van-dog as well as a van-boy; three "mates" travelling in the cart between Roydon and London--Joshua, Tim, and Moses, for after much consideration that was the name given to the dog.
It was wonderful to see how, after a few weeks of food and kindness, he "plucked up a spirit," as Joshua said. His whole aspect altered, for he now held his ears and tail valiantly erect, and quite a martial gleam appeared in his eye. He still, it is true, limped about on three legs, which is never a dignified att.i.tude for a dog, but he already began to acquire distinct views concerning the parcels and the cart, and was ready to defend them, with hair bristling, and lips fiercely drawn back from glistening white teeth.
"Not a beauty," Joshua had said, and decidedly a mongrel according to the landlord. n.o.body could doubt that; but to Tim"s eyes Moses wanted no attractions, he was perfect. Many and many a confidence was poured into his small, upright, attentive ear, as the two sat so close together at the back of the cart; Tim never considered whether he understood or not, but it was such a comfort to tell him about things. The cold nights were comparatively easy to bear, now that he could put his arm round Moses" hairy form and feel that he was warm and comfortable; meals became more interesting though slighter than they used to be, now that they must be shared by Moses, who watched every morsel with bright expectant eyes. Then he must be taught, and this was not difficult, for ready intelligence and eager affection made him a good scholar; all he wanted was to know what was really required of him. This once understood and successfully performed, what an ecstasy of delight followed on the part of both master and pupil, shown by the former in caresses, and by the latter in excited barks, and short quick rushes among the parcels.
As his education proceeded he learnt to distinguish all the different sounds of Tim"s voice, and would sit on guard for any length of time if once told to do so. When on duty in this way, a more conscientious dog could not have been found, for not even the urgent temptation of a cat-chase could lure him from his post--although, sometimes, a short cry of anguish would be wrung from him at being obliged to forego such a pleasure.
Joshua he regarded with a distant respect, Tim with intense affection, and the landlord of the Magpie and Stump with ill-concealed growls of aversion, though the latter tried to ingratiate himself by savoury offerings of food. Moses would walk stiffly away from him with his tail held very high, and the landlord would laugh sarcastically. "You"re a nice sample, you are," he would say, "and as ugly a mongrel as ever I see--"
As time went on, Tim began to place great reliance on the dog"s trustworthiness, and to look upon him as quite equal to another boy. He knew that he had only to hold up his ringer and say, "Watch, Moses!" and the dog"s vigilant attention was secure; trusting in this, therefore, he felt it by no means so necessary as formerly to be very watchful himself, and began to take life much more easily. In the evening, when Joshua stopped to deliver a parcel, Tim would rouse himself from a comfortable nap, and just murmur, "Watch, Moses!" then woe to anyone who ventured too near Moses and his property.
Now this division of labour, or rather this shifting of responsibility on to another"s shoulders, had its bad results, for while the dog improved every day in sharpness and conscientious performance of duty, the boy did the opposite. Tim became somewhat careless and lazy, and though Joshua knew nothing of it, he did not really fill his post half so well as before the dog came; he allowed things to get slack. Now, whether one is a van-boy or a lord-chancellor this is bad, for slackness leads to neglect, and neglect to worse things. You shall hear what happened in Tim"s case.
One evening the carrier"s cart was standing in a little back street in the Borough waiting for Joshua; he had matters to settle, he told Tim, which might take him an hour or more, and he added:
"Look alive, now, for it"s a nasty neighbourhood to be standing about in, and there"s some smallish parcels in the cart easy made off with.
Don"t you let your eye off "em."
Tim promised, and, taking his seat on the edge of the cart with his legs swinging, whistled to Moses, who was examining the neighbourhood in an interested manner; he at once jumped up beside his master and a.s.sumed a gravely watchful and responsible air.
It was not an amusing street, but poor and squalid, full of small lodging-houses, and little dingy shops; very few people were about, and in spite of Joshua"s warning no one seemed even to notice the carrier"s cart.
Presently there walked slowly by, whistling carelessly, a boy about Tim"s own age; he was quite respectably, though poorly dressed, and wore his cap very much on one side with an air of smartness which Tim thought becoming. He stopped and looked at the boy and the dog, and they looked at him, Moses ready to be suspicious, and Tim to be conversational if required.
For some minutes the group remained in silent contemplation, then the new-comer said inquiringly:
"Fer dog?"
"Ah," said Tim, nodding his head.
"Up to snuff, ain"t he?" said the other boy.
Tim nodded again, this time in a more friendly manner.
"Wot"s his name?"
"Moses."
"Yer give it him?"
"Ah."
"Where"s yer boss?" (meaning master).
"Yonder," with a backward movement of the head.
The boy leant his back against a lamp-post near, and seemed in no hurry to pursue his journey; Tim was not sorry, for a little conversation beguiled the time, and his remark about Moses showed this to be an intelligent and discerning youth.
"Wot can he do?" he asked presently, still with his eye on the dog.
Tim ran through a list of Moses" acquirements eagerly, and finished up with: "And he can watch the parcels as well as a Christian--he wouldn"t let no one but me or Joshua come nigh "em, not for anything."
"Wouldn"t he now?" said the boy admiringly.
"You try," suggested Tim, anxious to show off Moses" talents.
The stranger came a little nearer, and stretched out his hand as if to touch one of the parcels; he quickly withdrew it, however, for Moses"
bristling mane and angry growl were sufficient warnings of his further intentions. Both boys laughed, Tim triumphantly, and he patted the dog with an air of proud proprietorship.
"There"s a Punch and Judy playin" in the next street," remarked the stranger, "and they"ve got a dorg some"at like yours, he"s a clever un he is--wouldn"t you like to see him?"