"I"ve seen "em," said Mr. Walters, grinning.
"A leaden bullet is the best thing," said Ba.s.sett, stooping and picking up a pebble, which he polished on his trousers, "but this will do as well. Suck that and you won"t be troubled with thirst."
The boatswain took it mechanically, and, after giving it another wipe on his own trousers, placed it with great care in his mouth. Ba.s.sett found another pebble and they marched on sucking.
"My thirst has quite disappeared," he said, presently. "How"s yours?"
"Worse and worse," said Mr. Walters, gruffly.
"It"ll be all right in a minute," said Ba.s.sett. "Perhaps I had the best pebble. If it isn"t, perhaps we could get a gla.s.s of water at a cottage; athough it isn"t good to drink when you are heated."
Mr. Walters made no reply, but marched on, marvelling at his lack of moral courage. Ba.s.sett, quite refreshed, took out his pebble, and after a grateful tribute to its properties placed it in his waistcoat pocket for future emergencies.
By the time they had reached Seven Trees and delivered the parcel Mr.
Walters was desperate. The flattering comments that Ba.s.sett had made upon his common-sense and virtue were forgotten. Pleading fatigue he sat down by the roadside and, with his eyes glued to the open door of the Pedlar"s Rest, began to hatch schemes of deliverance.
A faint smell of beer and sawdust, perceptible even at that distance, set his nostrils aquiver. Then he saw an old labourer walk from the bar to a table, bearing a mug of foaming ale. Human nature could endure no more, and he was just about to throw away a hard-earned character for truth and sobriety when better thoughts intervened. With his eyes fixed on the small figure by his side, he furtively removed the pebble from his mouth, and then with a wild cry threw out his arms and clutched at his throat.
"What"s the matter?" cried Ba.s.sett, as the boatswain sprang to his feet.
"The stone," cried Mr. Walters, in a strangulated voice; "it"s stuck in my throat."
Ba.s.sett thumped him on the back like one possessed. "Cough it up!" he cried. "Put your finger down! Cough!"
The boatswain waved his arms and gurgled. "I"m choking!" he moaned, and dashed blindly into the inn, followed by the alarmed boy.
"Pot-six ale!" he gasped, banging on the little counter.
The landlord eyed him in speechless amazement.
"Six ale!" repeated the boatswain. "Pot! Quick! G-r-r."
"You be off," said the landlord, putting down a gla.s.s he was wiping, and eying him wrathfully. "How dare you come into my place like that? What do you mean by it?"
"He has swallowed a pebble!" said Ba.s.sett, hastily.
"If he"d swallowed a brick I shouldn"t be surprised," said the landlord, "seeing the state he"s in. I don"t want drunken sailors in my place; and, what"s more, I won"t have "em."
"Drunk?" said the unfortunate boatswain, raising his voice. "Me? Why, I ain"t-"
"Out you go!" said the landlord, in a peremptory voice, "and be quick about it; I don"t want people to say you got it here."
"Got it?" wailed Mr. Walters. "Got it? I tell you I ain"t had it. I swallowed a stone."
"If you don"t go out," said the landlord, as Mr. Walters, in token of good faith, stood making weird noises in his throat and rolling his eyes, "I"ll have you put out. How dare you make them noises in my bar!
Will-you-go?"
Mr. Walters looked at him, looked at the polished nickel taps, and the neat row of mugs on the shelves. Then, without a word, he turned and walked out.
"Has it gone down?" inquired Ba.s.sett presently, as they walked along.
"Wot?" said the boatswain, thoughtlessly.
"The pebble."
"I s"pose so," said the other, sourly.
"I should think it would be all right, then," said the boy; "foreign bodies, even of considerable size, are often swallowed with impunity.
How is your thirst now?"
The boatswain stopped dead in the middle of the road and stood eying him suspiciously, but the mild eyes behind the gla.s.ses only betrayed friendly solicitude. He grunted and walked on.
By the time the Fox and Hounds came in sight again he had resolved not to lose a reputation which entailed suffering. He clapped the boy on the back, and after referring to a clasp-knive which he remembered to have left on the gra.s.s opposite the Pedlar"s Rest, announced his intention of going back for it. He did go back as far as a bend in the road, and, after watching Ba.s.sett out of sight, hastened with expectant steps into the inn.
He rested there for an hour, and, much refreshed, walked slowly into Salthaven. It was past seven o"clock, and somewhat at a loss how to spend the evening he was bending his steps toward the Lobster Pot, a small inn by the quay, when in turning a corner he came into violent collision with a fashionably attired lady.
"I beg pardon, ma"am," he stammered. "I"m very sorry. I didn"t see where I was-Why! Halloa, yaller wig!"
Miss Jelks drew back and, rubbing, her arm, eyed him haughtily.
"Fancy you in a "at like that," pursued the astonished boatswain. "No wonder I thought you was a lady. Well, and "ow are you?"
"My health is very well, I thank you," returned Miss Jelks, stiffly.
"That"s right," said the boatswain, heartily.
Conversation came suddenly to a standstill, and they stood eying each other awkwardly.
"It"s a fine evening," said Mr. Walters, at last.
"Beautiful," said Rosa.
They eyed each other again, thoughtfully.
"You hurt my arm just now," said Rosa, rubbing it coquettishly. "You"re very strong, aren"t you?"
"Middling," said the boatswain.
"Very strong, I should say," said Rosa. "You"ve got such a broad chest and shoulders."
The boatswain inflated himself.
"And arms," continued Miss Jelks, admiringly. "Arms like-like-"
"Blocks o" wood," suggested the modest Mr. Walters, squinting at them complacently.
"Or iron," said Rosa. "Well, good-by; it"s my evening out, and I mustn"t waste it."
"Where are you going?" inquired the boatswain.