In a flash the mate saw a chance of escape.
"Why, there"s no satisfying you," he said, slowly. "If I do go in I can see that you won"t own up that you"ve been lying."
"He"ll "ave to," said Mr. Smith, who, having made up his mind for a little excitement, was in no mind to lose it.
"I don"t believe he would," said the mate. "Look here!" he said, suddenly, as he laid an affectionate arm on the old man"s shoulder. "I know what we"ll do."
"Well?" said Mr. Smith.
"I"ll save you," said the mate, with a smile of great relief.
"Save me?" said the puzzled Mr. Smith, as his daughter uttered a faint cry. "How?"
"Just as I saved him," said the other, nodding. "You jump in, and after you"ve sunk twice-same as he did-I"ll dive in and save you. At any rate I"ll do my best; I promise you I won"t come ash.o.r.e without you."
Mr. Smith hastily flung off the encircling arm and retired a few paces inland. ""Ave you-ever been-in a lunatic asylum at any time?" he inquired, as soon as he could speak.
"No," said the mate, gravely.
"Neither "ave I," said Mr. Smith; "and, what"s more, I"m not going."
He took a deep breath and stood simmering. Miss Smith came forward and, with a smothered giggle, took the mate"s arm and squeezed it.
"It"ll have to be Arthur again, then," said the latter, in a resigned voice.
"Me?" cried Mr. Heard, with a start.
"Yes, you!" said the mate, in a decided voice. "After what you said just now I"m not going in without saving somebody. It would be no good. Come on, in you go."
"He couldn"t speak fairer than that, Arthur," said Mr. Smith, dispa.s.sionately, as he came forward again.
"But I tell you he can"t swim," protested Mr.. Heard, "not properly. He didn"t swim last time; I told you so."
"Never mind; we know what you said," retorted the mate. "All you"ve got to do is to jump in and I"ll follow and save you-same as I did the other night."
"Go on, Arthur," said Mr. Smith, encouragingly. "It ain"t cold."
"I tell you he can"t swim," repeated Mr. Heard, pa.s.sionately. "I should be drownded before your eyes."
"Rubbish," said Mr. Smith. "Why, I believe you"re afraid."
"I should be drownded, I tell you," said Mr. Heard. "He wouldn"t come in after me."
"Yes, he would," said Mr. Smith, pa.s.sing a muscular arm round the mate"s waist; ""cos the moment you"re overboard I"ll drop "im in. Are you ready?"
He stood embracing the mate and waiting, but Mr. Heard, with an infuriated exclamation, walked away. A parting glance showed him that the old man had released the mate, and that the latter was now embracing Miss Smith.
IN THE FAMILY
THE oldest inhabitant of Claybury sat beneath the sign of the "Cauliflower" and gazed with affectionate, but dim, old eyes in the direction of the village street.
"No; Claybury men ain"t never been much of ones for emigrating," he said, turning to the youthful traveller who was resting in the shade with a mug of ale and a cigarette. "They know they"d "ave to go a long way afore they"d find a place as "ud come up to this."
He finished the tablespoonful of beer in his mug and sat for so long with his head back and the inverted vessel on his face that the traveller, who at first thought it was the beginning of a conjuring trick, colored furiously, and asked permission to refill it.
Now and then a Claybury man has gone to foreign parts, said the old man, drinking from the replenished mug, and placing it where the traveller could mark progress without undue strain; but they"ve, gen"rally speaking, come back and wished as they"d never gone.
The on"y man as I ever heard of that made his fortune by emigrating was Henery Walker"s great-uncle, Josiah Walker by name, and he wasn"t a Claybury man at all. He made his fortune out o" sheep in Australey, and he was so rich and well-to-do that he could never find time to answer the letters that Henery Walker used to send him when he was hard up.
Henery Walker used to hear of "im through a relation of his up in London, and tell us all about "im and his money up at this here "Cauliflower" public-house. And he used to sit and drink his beer and wonder who would "ave the old man"s money arter he was dead.
When the relation in London died Henery Walker left off hearing about his uncle, and he got so worried over thinking that the old man might die and leave his money to strangers that he got quite thin. He talked of emigrating to Australey "imself, and then, acting on the advice of Bill Chambers-who said it was a cheaper thing to do-he wrote to his uncle instead, and, arter reminding "im that "e was an old man living in a strange country, "e asked "im to come to Claybury and make his "ome with "is loving grand-nephew.
It was a good letter, because more than one gave "im a hand with it, and there was little bits o" Scripture in it to make it more solemn-like. It was wrote on pink paper with pie-crust edges and put in a green envelope, and Bill Chambers said a man must "ave a "art of stone if that didn"t touch it.
Four months arterwards Henery Walker got an answer to "is letter from "is great-uncle. It was a nice letter, and, arter thanking Henery Walker for all his kindness, "is uncle said that he was getting an old man, and p"r"aps he should come and lay "is bones in England arter all, and if he did "e should certainly come and see his grand-nephew, Henery Walker.
Most of us thought Henery Walker"s fortune was as good as made, but Bob Pretty, a nasty, low poaching chap that has done wot he could to give Claybury a bad name, turned up his nose at it.
"I"ll believe he"s coming "ome when I see him," he ses. "It"s my belief he went to Australey to get out o" your way, Henery."
"As it "appened he went there afore I was born," ses Henery Walker, firing up.
"He knew your father," ses Bob Pretty, "and he didn"t want to take no risks."
They "ad words then, and arter that every time Bob Pretty met "im he asked arter his great-uncle"s "ealth, and used to pretend to think "e was living with "im.
"You ought to get the old gentleman out a bit more, Henery," he would say; "it can"t be good for "im to be shut up in the "ouse so much-especially your "ouse."
Henery Walker used to get that riled he didn"t know wot to do with "imself, and as time went on, and he began to be afraid that "is uncle never would come back to England, he used to get quite nasty if anybody on"y so much as used the word "uncle" in "is company.
It was over six months since he "ad had the letter from "is uncle, and "e was up here at the "Cauliflower" with some more of us one night, when d.i.c.ky Weed, the tailor, turns to Bob Pretty and he ses, "Who"s the old gentleman that"s staying with you, Bob?"
Bob Pretty puts down "is beer very careful and turns round on "im.
"Old gentleman?" he ses, very slow. "Wot are you talking about?"
"I mean the little old gentleman with white whiskers and a squeaky voice," ses d.i.c.ky Weed.
"You"ve been dreaming," ses Bob, taking up "is beer ag"in.
"I see "im too, Bob," ses Bill Chambers.