Rivers of Ice

Chapter 36

"It was very kind of you, Captain."

"Not at all, by no means," returned the Captain, pulling out a large clasp-knife, with which he proceeded carefully to pare his left thumb nail. "By the way, Doctor," he said carelessly, "were you ever in love?"

Lawrence flushed, and cast a quick glance at his interrogator, who, however, was deeply engaged with the thumb nail.

"Well, I suppose men at my time of life," he replied, with a laugh, "have had some--"

"Of course--of course," interrupted the other, "but I mean that I wonder a strapping young fellow like you, with such a good practice, don"t get married."

The Doctor, who had recovered himself, laughed, and said that his good practice was chiefly among the poor, and that even if he wished to marry--or rather, if any one would have him--he would never attempt to win a girl while he had nothing better than two hundred a year and prospects to offer her.

"Then I suppose you _would_ marry if you had something better to offer,"

said the Captain, finishing off the nail and shutting the clasp-knife with a snap.

Again the Doctor laughed, wondered why the Captain had touched on such a theme, and said that he couldn"t exactly say what he might or might not do if circ.u.mstances were altered.

The Captain was baffled. However, he said that circ.u.mstances _were_ altered, and, after reading over the latter part of Willum"s letter, left Lawrence to digest it at his leisure.

We need not follow him on his mission. Suffice it to say that he carried no small amount of relief to the minds of Mrs Stoutley and her household; and, thereafter, met Gillie by appointment at Charing Cross, whence he went to Kensington to see a villa, with a view to purchasing it.

At night he again essayed to move Mrs Roby"s resolution, and many a time afterwards attacked her, but always with the same result.

Although, as he said, he fought like a true-blue British seaman, and gave her broadside after broadside as fast as he could load and fire, he made no impression on her whatever. She had nailed her colours to the mast and would never give in.

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR.

IN WHICH TREMENDOUS FORCES COME TO THE CAPTAIN"S AID.

It is probable that most people can recall occasions when "circ.u.mstances" have done for them that which they have utterly failed to effect for themselves.

Some time after the failure of Captain Wopper"s little plots and plans in regard to Mrs Roby, "circ.u.mstances" favoured him--the wind shifted round, so to speak, and blew right astern. To continue our metaphor, it blew a tremendous gale, and the Captain"s ends were gained at last only by the sinking of the ship!

This is how it happened. One afternoon the Captain was walking rather disconsolately down the Strand in company with his satellite--we might almost say, his confidant. The street was very crowded, insomuch that at one or two crossings they were obliged to stand a few minutes before venturing over,--not that the difficulty was great, many active men being seen to dodge among the carts, drays, vans, and busses with marvellous ease and safety, but the Captain was cautious. He was wont to say that he warn"t used to sail in such crowded waters--there warn"t enough o" sea room for him--he"d rather lay-to, or stand--off-an"-on for half a day than risk being run down by them sh.o.r.e-goin" crafts.

"Everything in life seems to go wrong at times," muttered the Captain, as he and the satellite lay-to at one of these crossings.

"Yes, it"s coorious, ain"t it, sir," said Gillie, "an" at other times everything seems to go right--don"t it, sir?"

"True, my lad, that"s a better view to take of it," returned the Captain, cheerfully, "come, we"ll heave ahead."

As they were "heaving" along in silence, the rattle and noise around them being unsuited to conversation, they suddenly became aware that the ordinary din of the Strand swelled into a furious roar. Gillie was half way up a lamp-post in an instant! from which elevated position he looked down on the Captain, and said--

"A ingine!"

"What sort of a ingine, my lad?"

"A fire! hooray!" shouted Gillie, with glittering eyes and flushed countenance, "look out, Cappen, keep close "longside o" me, under the lee o" the lamp-post. It"s not a bad buffer, though never quite a sure one, bein" carried clean away sometimes by the wheels w"en there"s a bad driver."

As he spoke, the most intense excitement was manifested in the crowded thoroughfare. Whips were flourished, cabmen shouted, horses reared, vehicles of all kinds scattered right and left even although there had seemed almost a "block" two seconds before. Timid foot pa.s.sengers rushed into shops, bold ones mounted steps and kerb-stones, or stood on tip-toe, and the Captain, towering over the crowd, saw the gleam of bra.s.s helmets as the charioteer clove his way through the swaying ma.s.s.

There is something powerfully exciting to most minds in the sight of men rushing into violent action, especially when the action may possibly involve life and death. The natural excitement aroused in the Captain"s breast was increased by the deep ba.s.s nautical roar that met his ear.

Every man in the London fire-brigade is, or used to be, a picked man-of-war"s-man, and the shouting necessary in such a thoroughfare to make people get out of the way was not only tremendous but unceasing.

It was as though a dozen mad "bo"s"ns," capped with brazen war-helmets, had been let loose on London society, through which they tore at full gallop behind three powerful horses on a hissing and smoking monster of bra.s.s and iron. A bomb sh.e.l.l from a twenty-five-ton gun could scarce have cut a lane more effectually. The Captain took off his hat and cheered in sympathy. The satellite almost dropped from the lamp-post with excess of feeling. The crash and roar increased, culminated, rushed past and gone in a moment.

Gillie dropped to the ground as if he had been shot, seized the Captain"s hand, and attempted to drag him along. He might as well have tried to drag Vesuvius from its base, but the Captain was willing. A hansom-cab chanced to be in front of them as they dashed into the road, the driver smoking and cool as a cuc.u.mber, being used to such incidents.

He held up a finger.

"Quick, in with you, Cappen!"

Gillie got behind his patron, and in attempting to expedite his movements with a push, almost sent him out at the other side.

"After the ingine--slap!" yelled Gillie to the face which looked down through the conversation-hole in the roof, "double extra fare if you look sharp."

The cabman was evidently a sympathetic soul. He followed in the wake of the fire-engine as well as he could; but it was a difficult process, for, while the world at large made way for _it_, n.o.body cared a straw for _him_!

"Ain"t it fun?" said Gillie, as he settled his panting little body on the cushion beside his friend and master.

"Not bad," responded the Captain, who half laughed at the thought of being so led away by excitement and a small boy.

"I"d give up all my bright prospects of advancement in life," continued Gillie, "to be a fireman. There"s no fun goin" equal to a fire."

"P"r"aps it don"t seem quite so funny to them as is bein" burnt out,"

suggested the Captain.

"Of course it don"t, but that can"t be helped, you know--can it, sir?

What can"t be cured must be endoored, as the proverb says. Get along, old fellow, don"t spare his ribs--double fare, you know; we"ll lose "em if you don"t."

The latter part of the remark was shouted through the hole to the cabman, who however, pulled up instead of complying.

"It"s of no use, sir," he said, looking down at the Captain, "I"ve lost sight of "em."

Gillie was on the pavement in a moment.

"Never mind, Cappen, give him five bob, an" decline the change; come along. _I_ see "em go past the Bridge, so ten to one it"s down about the docks somewheres--the wust place in London for a fire w"ich, of course, means the best."

The idea of its being so afforded such unalloyed pleasure to Gillie, that he found it hard to restrain himself and accommodate his pace to that of his friend.

It soon became very evident that the fire was in truth somewhere about the docks, for not only was a dense cloud of smoke seen rising in that direction, but fire-engines began to dash from side streets everywhere, and to rush towards the smoke as if they were sentient things impatient for the fray.

The cause of such unusual vigour and acc.u.mulation of power was, that a fire anywhere about the docks is deemed pre-eminently dangerous, owing to the great and crowded warehouses being stuffed from cellars to roof-trees with combustibles. The docks, in regard to fire, form the citadel of London. If the enemy gets a footing there, he must be expelled at all hazards and at any cost.

As the Captain and his _protege_ hurried along, they were naturally led in the direction of their home. A vague undefined fear at the same instant took possession of both, for they glanced gravely at each other without speaking, and, as if by mutual consent, began to run. Gillie had no need now to complain of his companion"s pace. He had enough to do to keep up with it. There were many runners besides themselves now, for the fire was obviously near at hand, and the entire population of the streets seemed to be pressing towards it. A few steps more brought them in sight of the head of Grubb"s Court. Here several fire-engines were standing in full play surrounded by a swaying ma.s.s of human beings.

Still there was no sign of the precise locality of the fires for the tall houses hid everything from view save the dense cloud which overshadowed them all.

Even Captain Wopper"s great strength would have been neutralised in such a crowd if it had not now been seconded by an excitement and anxiety that nothing could resist. He crushed his way through as if he had been one of the steam fire-engines, Gillie holding tight to the stout tails of his monkey jacket. Several powerful roughs came in his way, and sought to check him. The Captain had hitherto merely used his shoulders and his weight. To the roughs he applied a fist--right and left--and two went down. A few seconds brought him to the cordon of policemen.

They had seen him approaching, and one placed himself in front of the Captain with the quiet air of a man who is accustomed _never_ to give way to physical force!

"I live down Grubb"s Court, my man," said the Captain, with an eager respectful air, for he was of a law-abiding spirit.

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