to "isself the "ole time. The doctor sez to "im as "ow they"d best refer the matter to the skipper; but the fust lootenant sez they carn"t do that "cos the skipper"s attendin" a court-martial and won"t be back till the arternoon. Then the doc. wants to know if Number One"ll give "im an order in writin" to bleed the boys; but Number One larfs and sez "e won"t be such a fool, and sez that in "is opinion the buoys should be bled. The doctor then sez the boys don"t want bleedin", and arsks Number One if "e"s prepared to haccept "is advice as a medical orficer.
The fust lootenant sez of course "e will, and sez as "ow "e"ll arrange to "ave all the buoys mustered in the sick bay at six bells, and that they needn"t be bled if the doctor sez they don"t want it."
"It wus all I could do to stop meself larfin", "specially when Number One sings art fur the chief buffer. "Scroggins," "e sez, ""ave all o"
them there buoys wot I wus talkin" abart in the sick bay by eleven o"clock punctual."--Scroggins seems a bit startled. "In the sick bay, sir?" "e arsks.--"Yus," sez Number One, grinnin" to "isself and winkin"
at the chief buffer. "In the sick bay by six bells sharp."--"Werry good, sir," sez Scroggins, tumblin" to wot wus up, "cos "e saw the doctor standin" there. I "eard all o" wot "appened, and I tells all my pals. The chief buffer does the same, and so does Number One, so at six bells, when the sick bay stooard "ad bin sent by Jimmy the One to tell the doctor as "ow the buoys wus ready for bleedin", almost all the orficers and abart "arf the ship"s company "ad mustered artside the sick bay under the fo"c"sle to see wot "appened.
"Presently the doctor comes along, sees the crowd, but goes inside without sayin" nothin". But soon we "ears "im lettin" go at the sick bay stooard inside. "Wot the devil"s the meanin" o" this?" "e wants to know.--"Fust lootenant"s orders, sir," sez the stooard.--"Fust lootenant be d.a.m.ned," the doctor sings art. "I"ll report "im to the captain. S"welp me, I will!"--And wi" that "e comes artside werry rattled and walks aft without sayin" a word to no one. I feels a bit sorry for "im, sir," the story teller went on, ""cos Number One "ad bin pullin" "is leg agen."
"Pulling his leg?" I echoed.
"Yes, sir," said the seaman, bursting with merriment. ""Cos the sick bay, and it weren"t none too large, was all but filled up wi" six "efty great casks, wi" flagstaffs and sinkers complete. They wus the buoys Number One "ad bin talkin" abart all along."
I could not help laughing.
"I see," I said. "The First Lieutenant meant BUOYS and the doctor the ship"s BOYS, what?"
He nodded.
"But tell me," I asked. "What about the bleeding?"
"Bleedin", sir! Why, d"you mean to tell me you don"t know wot bleedin"
a buoy is?"
"I"m afraid my nautical knowledge is very limited," I apologised.
"It"s surprisin" wot some sh.o.r.egoin" blokes don"t know abart th" Navy, sir," said the burly one with some contempt, chuckling away to himself.
"But if you reely wants to know, bleedin" a buoy means borin" a small "ole in "im to let the water art, "cos they all leaks a bit arter they"ve bin in the sea. But I must say good arternoon, sir," he added hurriedly, glancing over his shoulder and rising to his feet. ""Ere"s my gal comin", and there"s another abart "arf a cable astern of "er wot I expec"s is yourn. Good arternoon, sir, and don"t git stoppin" no more o" them there bullets." He touched his forelock.
"But tell me?" I said. "Did the first lieutenant and doctor make it up all right?"
"Bet your life they did, sir," he said with a laugh, moving off. "Them haffairs wus almost o" daily hoccurrence."
"Good luck to you," I called out after him, "and thank you for a most instructive twenty minutes!"
He looked back over his shoulder; his bright red face broadened into a huge smile, and he deliberately winked twice.
I had to hurry away, for already the sailor nearly had his arm round his housemaid"s waist, while my Anne, at least half an hour late, was panting wearily towards where I stood.
"Who is your sailor friend?" was her first question.
"Ananias the Second," I answered, for at the back of my mind I had a vague suspicion that the first lieutenant of the _Jacka.s.s_ was not the only member of her ship"s company who delighted in pulling people"s legs.
[1] A "Bradbury" is one of the new 1 notes. So called from the signature at the bottom.
[2] "Jimmy the One," a lower-deck nickname for the First Lieutenant.
"BUNTING"
He was a short, thick-set, ruddy-faced, shrewd-eyed little person, who wore on the left sleeve of his blue jumper two good-conduct badges and the single anchor denoting his "Leading" rate, and on his right the crossed flags denoting his calling, together with a star above and below which signified that he was something of an expert at his job.
In short, he was a Leading Signalman of His Majesty"s Navy. His name I need not mention. To his friends he sometimes answered to "Nutty," but more often to "Buntin"."
It was always a mystery to me why he had not come to wear the crossed anchors and crown of a Yeoman of Signals, for his qualifications certainly seemed to fit him for promotion to petty-officer"s rank, while his habits and character in the last ship in which I knew him were all that could be desired.
It was on board a destroyer that I came to know him really well, and here his work was onerous and responsible. He had his mate, a callow youth who was usually sea-sick in bad weather, and at sea they took 4 hours" turn and turn about on the bridge, each keeping 12 hours" watch out of the twenty-four. But the elder man always seemed to be within sight and hearing, even in his watch below; and the moment anything unusual happened, the moment flags started flapping in the breeze, semaph.o.r.es started to talk, the younger man became rattled and helpless, and things generally started to go wrong, all at the same moment, "Nutty" came clambering up the ladder to the a.s.sistance of his bewildered colleague.
"Call yerself a signalman!" he would growl ferociously. "Give us the gla.s.s, an" look sharp an" "oist the answerin" pendant. You ain"t fit to be trusted up "ere!"
It is to be feared that the youthful one sometimes found his life a misery and a burden, for his mentor was a strict disciplinarian and did not hesitate to bully and goad him into a state of proper activity.
But the youngster needed it badly.
"Nutty" seemed to be blessed with the eyes of a lynx, the dexterity of a conjurer, and the tentacles of a decapod. He invariably saw a floating mine, a buoy, or a lightship long before the man whose proper work it was to see it, and at sea, with a telescope to his eye, I often saw him apparently taking in two signals from opposite points of the compa.s.s at one and the same moment, with the ship rolling heavily and sheets of spray flying over the bridge.
Somewhere at Portsmouth he had a wife and two children, whom he saw, if he was lucky, for perhaps seven days every six months. Of his domestic affairs I knew little; but, judging from his letters, which were frequent and voluminous and had to pa.s.s through the hands of the ship"s censor, he was devoted to his wife and family. I hope they loved him.
Why he was not a Yeoman of Signals I never discovered. Perhaps he had a lurid past. But conjecture is useless. Promotion now would come too late to be of any use to him.
"b.u.t.ter, Monkey, Nuts," he rattled off as a light cruiser two miles away suddenly wreathed herself in flags. "Zebra, Charlie, f.a.n.n.y--Ethel, Donkey, Tommy--Ginger, Percy, Lizzie---- Got that, Bill?"
An Able Seaman, busy with a pencil and a signal pad, signified that he had.
""Arf a mo", though," resumed the expert, re-levelling his telescope.
"I ain"t quite certain about that first "oist. Why on earth they can"t "oist the things clear I dunno!" he grumbled bitterly, for some of the distant flags, as is often the case when the wind is light and uncertain, had coyly wrapped themselves round the halliards and refused to be seen.
Someone on the bridge of the distant cruiser might almost have heard his remark, for as he spoke the halliards began agitatedly to jerk up and down to allow the bunting to flutter clear.
"Ah!" he murmured. "Now we"ll get "em.... Lord!" in a piercing undertone as some misguided humorist in the cruiser"s stokehold inconsiderately allowed a puff of black smoke to issue forth from the foremost funnel, completely to obliterate the strings of flags.
The Leading Signalman, not being a thought reader as well as a conjurer, put down his telescope with a grunt until the pall cleared away. "In the first "oist," he said when the atmosphere had cleared, "in the first "oist, "stead o" f.a.n.n.y put "Arry." "H" for "Arry."
The A.B. sucked his pencil and acquiesced, while his friend, darting to the after side of the small bridge, hoisted the white and red "Answering Pendant" to show that the signal had been seen and read. He then handed the pad across, on which, in large sprawling capital letters, he had laboriously traced "BMN--ZCF--EDT--GPL."
The "b.u.t.ter, Monkey, Nuts" business, incomprehensible and startling as it might have been to any outsider, merely emphasised the difference in sound between various letters. B, C, D, E, P, and T; J and K; M and N, among others, are very much alike when p.r.o.nounced by themselves; but "b.u.t.ter" could not well be mistaken for "Charlie," neither could "monkey" be confounded with "nuts."
The Leading Signalman looked out the meaning of the different groups of letters in the book provided for the purpose and showed the result to his commanding officer. Its purport was comparatively unimportant, something about oil-fuel on arrival in harbour.
But finding out the meaning of those flag signals which he did not know by heart--and he knew most of them--was only a t.i.the of his duty. He was equally expert at taking in a message spelt out by the whirling arms of a semaph.o.r.e, arms which waved so rapidly, and whose giddy gyrations were so often well-nigh invisible against a bad background, that his performance savoured of the miraculous. At night, too, he was just as good, for then the frenzied winking of a dim light would convey its meaning just the same. It was a point of honour with him always to get a signal correctly the first time it was made. I never saw him ask for a repet.i.tion.
Only twice did I know him to laugh on the bridge, and the first time that occurred was when, through a series of circ.u.mstances which need not be entered into here, we nearly came into contact with the next ahead. Such things do happen.
Then it was that the next ahead--he was several years senior to us and a humorist--turned in his wrath and quoted the Bible. "Your attention," his semaph.o.r.e said, "is drawn to the Gospel according to St. Matthew, chapter 16, verse 23."