"Go away; no females allowed here. Off with "ee this moment!"
"Put down those --s, sir," yelled the Admiral.
"Sarve "ee right: no business to come: "tes Bachelor"s Hall, this, an" us don"t want no womankind trapesin" here: so keep your distance.
Go "long!" And Caleb began to wave again.
"Sir," cried the Admiral, appealing to Mr. Fogo, "what is the meaning of this extraordinary reception?"
"Eh? What?" said that gentleman, who apparently had fallen into a fit of deep abstraction. "I beg your pardon. I did not quite catch--"
"What is the meaning of all this, sir?" The Admiral was scarlet with pa.s.sion.
"Oh, it"s quite right, I believe--quite right. Caleb will tell you."
As he gave this astonishing answer in a far-away tone, Mr. Fogo"s spectacles rested on his visitor for a moment with a smile of deepest benevolence. Then, with a sigh, he resumed his washing.
The Admiral positively danced with rage.
"There, what did I tell "ee?" exclaimed Caleb triumphantly.
"That"s your answer, and now you can go "long home. Off with "ee!"
The Admiral"s reply would probably have contained some strong words.
It was arrested by a catastrophe.
During this altercation the tide had been rising, and carried the boat gently up towards the little beach. As the Admiral opened his mouth to retort, the boat"s nose jarred upon a sunken heap of pebbles. The shock was slight, but enough to upset his equilibrium.
Without any warning, the Admiral"s heels shot upwards, and the great man himself, with a wild clutch at vacancy, soused backwards-- c.o.c.ked-hat and all--into the water.
The three Misses Buzza with one accord clasped their hands and uttered dismal shrieks; the three mushroom hats shook with terror.
Mr. Fogo looked up from his washing.
"Papa! oh, save him--save our dear Papa!"
There was no danger. Presently a crimson face rose over the boat"s stern, blowing like a grampus. A pair of dripping epaulets followed; and then the Admiral stood up, knee-deep in water, and swore and spat alternately.
How different from that glittering hero, at sight of whom, not an hour before, the Trojan dames at their lattices had stopped their needlework to whisper! Down his nose and chin ran a pitiable flood; his scanty locks, before so wiry and obstinate, lay close against his ears; his gorgeous uniform, tarnished with slime, hung in folds, and from each fold poured a separate cascade; the whole man had become suddenly shrunken.
Speechless with rage, the little man clambered over the stern and shook his fist at the wondering spectacles of Mr. Fogo.
"You shall repent this, sir! You shall--Jane, push the boat off at once!"
But even the dignity of a fine exit was denied the Admiral. The boat was by this time firmly aground, and he was forced to stand, forming large pools upon the stern-board, while the grinning Caleb pushed her off. And still Mr. Fogo looked mildly on, with his hands in the wash-tub.
"Do you hear me, sir? You shall repent this!" raved the Admiral.
"Now, don"t "ee go upsettin" yourself again, "cos wance es enough.
An" "t"ain"t no good to be vexed wi" Maaster, "cos he don"t mind "ee.
"Tes like Smoothey"s weddin"--all o" one side. Next time, I hopes you"ll listen when you"m spoken to."
And with a chuckle, Caleb sent the boat spinning into deep water.
Scarce daring to look at their father, the Misses Buzza plunged their oars into the brine, and the Admiral, still shaking his fist, was borne slowly out of sight. At last even his language failed upon the breeze.
Caleb quietly returned to his work.
"Thicky Adm"ral," he observed, contemplatively, after a silence of a minute or so, "puts me in mind o" Humphrey Hambly"s ducks, as is said to look larger than they be."
He paused in the act of wringing a shirt, to look at Mr. Fogo.
The next instant the shirt was lying on the shingle, and Caleb had sprung upon his master, taken him by the shoulders, and was shaking him with might and main.
"Come, wake up! Do "ee hear? What be glazin" at?"
"Eh? Dear me!" stammered Mr. Fogo, as well as he might for the shaking. "What"s all this?"
"Axin" your pardon, sir," explained Caleb, continuing the treatment, "but "tes all for your good, like ringin" a pig.
You"m a-woolgatherin"; wake up!"
Mr. Fogo came to himself, and sat down upon a log of timber to rearrange his thoughts and his spectacles. Caleb stood over him and sternly watched his recovery.
"You are quite right, Caleb: my thoughts were wandering.
Your treatment is a trifle rough, but honest. Are those extraordinary people gone?"
"Iss, sir; here they were, but gone--like Jemmy Rule"s larks."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Figger o" speech, sir. They be gone right enough--Adm"ral Buzza in full fig, and a row o" darters in jallishy buff. I sent "em "bout their bus"ness. Look "ee here, sir: ef you"ll promise to sit quiet and keep your wits at home, I"ll run down to town for a happord o"
tar."
"Tar, Caleb?"
"Iss, sir, tar!" and with this Caleb turned on his heel and strode away across the shingle. In a moment or two he had untied his boat from the little quay, and was pulling down towards Troy Town.
When he returned, it was with a huge board, a pot of tar, and a brush. He looked anxiously about the beach, but Mr. Fogo was nowhere to be seen. "Drownded hissel"," was Caleb"s first thought, but his ear caught the sound of hammering up at the house. He walked indoors to see that all was right.
"How be feelin"?" he asked, putting his head in at the dining-room door.
Mr. Fogo laid down the mallet with which he had been nailing a loose plank in the flooring, and looked up.
"All right, Caleb, thank you."
"I was afear"d you might be none compa.s.s agen."
"What?"
"None compa.s.s--Greek for "mazed." Good-bye for the present, sir."
Caleb borrowed a hammer, a nail or two, and a spade, and descended again to the beach. Here he chose a spot carefully, and began to dig a large hole in the shingle. This finished, he turned to the board, and spent some time with the brush in his hand and his head on one side, thinking. Then he began to paint vigorously.
Half-an-hour later, a tall post with a board on top stood on the beach at Kit"s House. On the board, in letters six inches long, was tarred the following inscription:--