The man, who was obviously nervous, said:
"The last I saw of him was as he-fell down the port p.o.o.p-ladder."
"Fell down the p.o.o.p-ladder! What did he do that for? What made him?"
"I don"t know, sir. He was walking the port side. Then just as he turned towards me to come aft..."
"You saw him?" interrupted the captain.
"I did. I was looking at him. And I heard the crash, too--something awful. Like the mainmast going overboard. It was as if something had struck him."
Captain Johns became very uneasy and alarmed. "Come," he said sharply.
"Did anybody strike him? What did you see?"
"Nothing, sir, so help me! There was nothing to see. He just gave a little sort of hallo! threw his hands before him, and over he went--crash. I couldn"t hear anything more, so I just let go the wheel for a second to call you up."
"You"re scared!" said Captain Johns. "I am, sir, straight!"
Captain Johns stared at him. The silence of his ship driving on her way seemed to contain a danger--a mystery. He was reluctant to go and look for his mate himself, in the shadows of the main-deck, so quiet, so still.
All he did was to advance to the break of the p.o.o.p, and call for the watch. As the sleepy men came trooping aft, he shouted to them fiercely:
"Look at the foot of the port p.o.o.p-ladder, some of you! See the mate lying there?"
Their startled exclamations told him immediately that they did see him.
Somebody even screeched out emotionally: "He"s dead!"
Mr. Bunter was laid in his bunk and when the lamp in his room was lit he looked indeed as if he were dead, but it was obvious also that he was breathing yet. The steward had been roused out, the second mate called and sent on deck to look after the ship, and for an hour or so Captain Johns devoted himself silently to the restoring of consciousness. Mr.
Bunter at last opened his eyes, but he could not speak. He was dazed and inert. The steward bandaged a nasty scalp-wound while Captain Johns held an additional light. They had to cut away a lot of Mr. Bunter"s jet-black hair to make a good dressing. This done, and after gazing for a while at their patient, the two left the cabin.
"A rum go, this, steward," said Captain Johns in the pa.s.sage.
"Yessir."
"A sober man that"s right in his head does not fall down a p.o.o.p-ladder like a sack of potatoes. The ship"s as steady as a church."
"Yessir. Fit of some kind, I shouldn"t wonder."
"Well, I should. He doesn"t look as if he were subject to fits and giddiness. Why, the man"s in the prime of life. I wouldn"t have another kind of mate--not if I knew it. You don"t think he has a private store of liquor, do you, eh? He seemed to me a bit strange in his manner several times lately. Off his feed, too, a bit, I noticed."
"Well, sir, if he ever had a bottle or two of grog in his cabin, that must have gone a long time ago. I saw him throw some broken gla.s.s overboard after the last gale we had; but that didn"t amount to anything. Anyway, sir, you couldn"t call Mr. Bunter a drinking man."
"No," conceded the captain, reflectively. And the steward, locking the pantry door, tried to escape out of the pa.s.sage, thinking he could manage to s.n.a.t.c.h another hour of sleep before it was time for him to turn out for the day.
Captain Johns shook his head.
"There"s some mystery there."
"There"s special Providence that he didn"t crack his head like an eggsh.e.l.l on the quarter-deck mooring-bits, sir. The men tell me he couldn"t have missed them by more than an inch."
And the steward vanished skilfully.
Captain Johns spent the rest of the night and the whole of the ensuing day between his own room and that of the mate.
In his own room he sat with his open hands reposing on his knees, his lips pursed up, and the horizontal furrows on his forehead marked very heavily. Now and then raising his arm by a slow, as if cautious movement, he scratched lightly the top of his bald head. In the mate"s room he stood for long periods of time with his hand to his lips, gazing at the half-conscious man.
For three days Mr. Bunter did not say a single word. He looked at people sensibly enough but did not seem to be able to hear any questions put to him. They cut off some more of his hair and swathed his head in wet cloths. He took some nourishment, and was made as comfortable as possible. At dinner on the third day the second mate remarked to the captain, in connection with the affair:
"These half-round bra.s.s plates on the steps of the p.o.o.p-ladders are beastly dangerous things!"
"Are they?" retorted Captain Johns, sourly. "It takes more than a bra.s.s plate to account for an able-bodied man crashing down in this fashion like a felled ox."
The second mate was impressed by that view. There was something in that, he thought.
"And the weather fine, everything dry, and the ship going along as steady as a church!" pursued Captain Johns, gruffly.
As Captain Johns continued to look extremely sour, the second mate did not open his lips any more during the dinner. Captain Johns was annoyed and hurt by an innocent remark, because the fitting of the aforesaid bra.s.s plates had been done at his suggestion only the voyage before, in order to smarten up the appearance of the p.o.o.p-ladders.
On the fourth day Mr. Bunter looked decidedly better; very languid yet, of course, but he heard and understood what was said to him, and even could say a few words in a feeble voice.
Captain Johns, coming in, contemplated him attentively, without much visible sympathy.
"Well, can you give us your account of this accident, Mr. Bunter?"
Bunter moved slightly his bandaged head, and fixed his cold blue stare on Captain Johns" face, as if taking stock and appraising the value of every feature; the perplexed forehead, the credulous eyes, the inane droop of the mouth. And he gazed so long that Captain Johns grew restive, and looked over his shoulder at the door.
"No accident," breathed out Bunter, in a peculiar tone.
"You don"t mean to say you"ve got the falling sickness," said Captain Johns. "How would you call it signing as chief mate of a clipper ship with a thing like that on you?"
Bunter answered him only by a sinister look. The skipper shuffled his feet a little.
"Well, what made you have that tumble, then?"
Bunter raised himself a little, and, looking straight into Captain Johns" eyes said, in a very distinct whisper:
"You--were--right!"
He fell back and closed his eyes. Not a word more could Captain Johns get out of him; and, the steward coming into the cabin, the skipper withdrew.
But that very night, un.o.bserved, Captain Johns, opening the door cautiously, entered again the mate"s cabin. He could wait no longer. The suppressed eagerness, the excitement expressed in all his mean, creeping little person, did not escape the chief mate, who was lying awake, looking frightfully pulled down and perfectly impa.s.sive.
"You are coming to gloat over me, I suppose," said Bunter without moving, and yet making a palpable hit.
"Bless my soul!" exclaimed Captain Johns with a start, and a.s.suming a sobered demeanour. "There"s a thing to say!"
"Well, gloat, then! You and your ghosts, you"ve managed to get over a live man."
This was said by Bunter without stirring, in a low voice, and with not much expression.