"How would a smoke suit you?" the parson suggested, knowing the captain"s fondness for his pipe. "I have some good tobacco here, sent from the city by an old friend of mine."
"He certainly is a good judge of baccy," the captain remarked, after he had filled and lighted his pipe. "A friend like that is worth knowin", eh?" and he slyly winked at Mrs. Royal.
"We have many such friends, I am thankful to say," Mrs. Royal replied, "and we don"t have to go to the city for them, either."
"No? Well, I"m real glad to hear that," and the captain blew a big cloud of smoke into the air. "I never made many friends in my life.
Guess I was too cranky; at any rate, that"s what Betsey says, and I guess she must understand me by this time, ha, ha!"
"You must not judge yourself too harshly, captain," Parson Dan replied.
"Anyway, if you don"t make many friends, you are able at times to be a friend to others. I wish to thank you for what you did for our little boy to-day."
"So ye"ve heard all about it, eh?" and the captain fixed his keen eyes upon the parson"s face.
"Only partly, captain. Rodney told Mrs. Royal some of the story this evening, and I was just going over to hear it all from you as you entered."
"It was a mean trick that Tom Dunker tried on him to-day," the visitor returned, "and I"m sorry that I didn"t give the coward a bigger dose than I did. Oh, how he did squawk when I got both of my hands upon his measly carca.s.s. I guess him and that boy Sammie of his will learn to leave decent people alone after this."
"Why, what about Sammie?" the Royals asked.
"What! haven"t ye heard?"
"No, not a word."
"Well, if that doesn"t beat all! And Rod never told ye?"
"He said nothing to us about Sammie."
Captain Josh looked first at the clergyman and then at Mrs. Royal with an expression of doubt in his eyes.
"And so ye say he didn"t tell ye anything?" he finally blurted out, while his stick came down with a bang upon the carpet. "If any one else had said that I wouldn"t believe him. To think of a boy doin"
what he did and not rushin" home all excited, and blattin" out his yarn. But, then, I always knew there was extra stuff in that lad. I have had my eyes on him ever since the mornin" I gave him a cow, ho, ho!" and the captain leaned back and laughed heartily as the recollection of the "cow incident" came back to him. "That was my first present," he continued, "but it isn"t my last, not by a long jugful, no, sir-ree."
"But what did Rodney do, captain?" the parson enquired. "We are very anxious to hear."
"Do! What did he do, eh? Why, he walked right over Sammie Dunker, that"s what he did. Oh, I heard all about it at the store that very night. Sammie has been a regular chip of the old Dunker block ever since he started fer school. He bullied all the little chaps, and had them all scared to a shadder. But when he b.u.t.ted up aginst Rod it was a different proposition, ho, ho! I"d like to have been there."
"Do you mean that Rodney was fighting Sammie Dunker?" the clergyman asked, with a note of severity in his voice. "I am astonished."
"Oh, no, there was no fightin", parson. Sammie didn"t fight; that"s not the Dunker way. But he hurt little Nancy Garvan, and when Rod told him to stop, he slapped him in the face. Rod then walked into him and gave him two black eyes, a b.l.o.o.d.y nose, and left him sprawlin" upon the floor. That was all there was about it. Oh, no, there was no fightin"."
"H"m, I see," Parson Dan quietly remarked, while a slight gleam of pride shone in his eyes. He glanced toward his wife, but her head was bent over some sewing she had picked up from the table.
"I"ve been watchin" that boy of yours fer some time," the captain continued, "and he"s the right stuff. I know more about him than ye think. I"d "a" given my cow to have seen him put that toad into Bella Simpkins" lap, ho, ho, ho! That was the best thing I ever heard, ha, ha, ha!"
"But some of the neighbours think it was sheer badness which made him do it," Mrs. Royal replied.
"I know they do, confound their skins!" the captain roared, springing to his feet in his excitement. "Haven"t I heard it on all sides? They twist every blessed thing he does into badness, and then account fer it all by sayin" that he is a pauper. But, by jinks! there isn"t an ounce of badness about that boy. I"ve taken an interest in him simply because--well, mebbe I"m a cranky cuss--and when I see people down on a lad, I like to take his part. And look here, parson, I"m givin"
warnin"."
"What warning?" questioned the clergyman, shrinking back from the huge fist which was suddenly thrust toward his face.
"Warnin" to you, parson, not to bury any one I knock out who interferes with that lad of yours. It"ll be sich a clear case of suicide that ye won"t dare to read the Burial Service over him. Everybody knows now that I"ve taken that boy under my care, and if any one runs aginst my fists it won"t be an accident, but a clear case of self-destruction, and it won"t be necessary to hold an inquest."
Both Mr. and Mrs. Royal smiled at the captain"s quaint expression of loyalty to Rodney.
"I trust there"ll be no more trouble," the clergyman replied. "Come, fill up your pipe again. My city friend would be delighted to know that Rodney"s able champion enjoyed the tobacco he sent."
"Well, I don"t care if I do," and the captain knocked the cold ashes out of his pipe. "I"ll fill up, and then git home. But there is one thing I want to ask ye, and that"s what brought me over here to-night.
Me and Betsey are pretty lonely at times. We never see a child around the house, and we"d both consider it a special favour if ye"d let yer boy come to see us once in awhile."
"Why, certainly," the parson replied. "I give my consent, and I feel sure that you will, won"t you?" and he turned to his wife.
"Yes, captain, I am quite willing for Rodney to go, and it is very thoughtful of you to want him. I hope that he will behave himself."
"No fear of that," the captain eagerly returned. "I"ve got some fine apples jist waitin" fer him, and several other things to surprise him when he comes. So, good-night, I must be gittin" along."
CHAPTER VII
CHUMS
It was a beautiful Sat.u.r.day morning, and Captain Josh was busy in his little work-shop at the side of his house. He was in a hurry, and his big hands moved swiftly and deftly as he cut the cotton or tied a piece of string. Once or twice he stepped back to view his work, and then a pleased expression appeared upon his face. Occasionally his eyes turned toward the little window above the work-bench until they rested upon the road, leading from the main highway to his house. The captain was expecting company, and this was something remarkable at "The Anchorage," the name of the snug cottage by the riverside.
Within the house Mrs. Britt, too, was busy, and as she moved about the kitchen, her step was lighter than it had been for years. She had just finished making a batch of doughnuts, not the lean kind, mostly holes, but big fat ones, coated with sugar, like thick frost upon the window pane in winter. She was now making apple pies, the kind where the juice runs out into the oven, and some of it sticks to the plate.
Mrs. Britt was known throughout the parish as an excellent cook, though of late years few people were ever allowed the privilege of tasting her dainties. This was her husband"s fault, and not hers. She was naturally of a sociable disposition, and fond of company. But Captain Josh"s crankiness had antagonised every person in Hillcrest, and it was Mrs. Britt who suffered the most. But she was loyal to her husband, and if people would not come to her home, she would not go to theirs.
At one time Captain Josh had been the most agreeable of companions, and his return from a voyage was always a red-letter day in the parish.
His ringing laugh was heard at the store, and every evening his house was filled with neighbours, who dropped in to have a smoke, and listen to the yarns of the old seaman.
But two events coming close together produced a great change in the captain. One was the absence of his only son, Jimmy, who had gone far away to the northland, and never wrote home to his parents. The other, was the loss of his vessel, the _Flying Queen_, a three-masted schooner, which, loaded with a valuable cargo, lost her bearings, and went ash.o.r.e in a heavy fog. Owing to Captain Josh"s excellent past record, the shipping company was most lenient. He was permitted to retire with a moderate allowance. This amount, together with what he obtained from his few acres of land, and the fish and the fur he took, was quite sufficient to keep him and his wife in moderate comfort.
The loss of his vessel, followed by his retirement, was a severe blow to the captain. He was too old to take command of another ship for new owners, and he chafed at his enforced stay on land. He longed for the sea, for nowhere else did he feel so much at home. His pride was hurt as well. He felt keenly the humiliation, and he believed that his neighbours laughed at him behind his back. Thus for years he brooded over his troubles until they became a vital part of his very being, and soured his former jolly disposition.
There was one redeeming feature, however, to Captain Josh, and that was his intense sympathy for any unfortunate creature, whether man or beast. Let any dumb brute be abused, and it aroused the captain to intense indignation. And so when he found that most of the people in Hillcrest were turned against Parson Dan"s lad, simply because he was a waif, he naturally took an interest in the boy, which increased the more people talked. The climax to his interest was reached the day he took Rod"s part against Tom Dunker.
On this Sat.u.r.day morning Captain Josh had tied the last string, and cut off the ends close to the knot. He then glanced once more through the window, and his eyes brightened as he saw the little lad he was expecting not far from the house.
Rod was not walking very fast, for he was on new, and hitherto forbidden ground, and, notwithstanding the invitation, he was not altogether sure of the reception he would receive. He was a trim, looking lad in his well-fitting suit, as clean and neat as Mrs. Royal"s hands could make it, while a large straw hat covered his curly hair.
He wore neither shoes nor stockings, and his feet and legs were as brown as the sun could make them.
Captain Josh was at the shop door to receive him.
"Ye"re late, lad," was his only greeting.
"I"m sorry, captain," was the reply, "but I had to go to the store for grandma. Oh!" and he stopped short as his eyes rested upon the fine full-rigged schooner sitting upon the work-bench.