Bricknell climbed up without a word, and they drove along together.
"Where was you goin"?" Long Oliver asked, after a bit.
"To Charlestown."
"To look for a ship?"
"Yes."
"Goin" back to America?"
"Yes."
"You"ve been callin" on William Geake: an" you didn" find Naomi at home."
"Geake don"t want it known."
"That"s likely enough. You"ve got twenty-five pound" o" his in your pocket."
Abe Bricknell involuntarily put up a hand to his breast.
"Ay, it"s there," said Long Oliver, nodding. "It"s odd now, but I"ve got twenty-five pound in gold in _my_ pocket; an" I want you to swop."
"I don"t take ye, Mister--"
"Long Oliver, I"m called in common. Maybe you remembers me?"
"Why, to be sure! I thought I minded your face. But still I don"t take your meanin" azactly."
"I didn" suppose you would. So I"m goin" to tell "ee. Fourteen year"
back I courted Naomi, an" she used me worse "n a dog. Twelve year"
back she married you. Nine year" back you went to sea in the _John S.
Hanc.o.c.k_, an" was wrecked off the Leeward Isles an" cast up on a spit o" rock. I"d been hangin" about New Orleens, just then, at a loose end, an" bein" in want o" cash, took a scamper in the _Shawanee_, a dirty tramp of a schooner knockin" in an" out and peddlin" notions among the West Indy Islanders. As you know we caught sight o" your signal an" took you off, an" you went to a mad-house. You was clean off your head an" didn" know me from Adam; an" I never let on that I knew you or the ship you"d sailed in. "Seemed to me the hand o" G.o.d was in it, an" I saw my way to cry quits wi" Naomi."
"I don"t see."
"I don"t suppose you do. But "twas this way:--Naomi (thinks I) "ll be givin" this man up afore long. She"s a takeable woman, an" by-"n-bye, some new man"ll set eyes on her. Then, thinks I, her banns"ll be called in Church, an" I"ll be there an" forbid "em. Do "ee see now?"
"That was very clever o" you," replied the simple seaman, and added with obvious sincerity, "I"m sure I should never ha" thought "pon anything so clever as that. But why didn" you carry it out?"
"Because G.o.d Almighty was cleverer. Times an" times I"d pictured it up in my head how "twould all work out; an" the parson in his surplice stuck all of a heap; an" the heads turnin" to look; an" the women faintin". An" when the moment came for a man to claim her, what d"ye think she did? But there, a head like yours "d never guess--_why she went to a Registry Office, an" there weren"t no banns at all_. That overcame me. I seed the wisdom o" Providence from that hour. I be a converted man. An" I"m d.a.m.ned if I"ll let you come along an" upset the apple-cart after all these years. Can "ee write?"
"Tolerable, though I"m no hand at spellin"."
"Very well. We"ll have a drink together at St. Austell, an" while we"re there you shall do up Geake"s notes in an envelope with a note sayin" your compliments, but on second thoughts you couldn"t think o"
takin" his money."
Bricknell"s face fell somewhat.
"You gowk! You"ll have twenty-five pound" o" mine in exchange: solid money, an" my own earnin"s. I"ve more "n that in my pocket here."
"But I don"t see why _you_ should want to give me money."
"An" you"m too mad to see if I explained. "Tis a matter o" conscience, an" you may take it at that. When the letter"s wrote--best not sign it, by the way, for fear of accidents--you give it to me an" I"ll see Geake gets it to-night. After that"s written I"ll pay your fare to Liverpool, an" then you"ll get a vessel easy. Now I see your mouth openin" and makin" ready to argue--"
"I was goin" to say, Long Oliver, that you seem to be actin" very n.o.ble, now: but "twas a bit hard on _me_, your holdin" your tongue as you did."
"So "twas, so "twas. I reckon some folks is by nature easy forgotten, an" you"m one. If that"s your character, I hope to gracious you"m goin" to keep it up. An" twenty-five pound" is a heap o" money for such a man as you."
"It is," the wanderer a.s.serted. "Ay, I feel that."
At twenty minutes to five that evening, Long Oliver pulled up again by the green garden-gate. William Geake from his workshop had caught the sound of the mare"s hoofs three minutes before, and awaited him.
"One, two, three, four, five." The notes were counted out deliberately. Long Oliver, having been thanked, gathered up his reins and suddenly set them down again.
"Dear me," said he, "if I hadn" almost forgot! I"ve a letter for "ee, too."
"Eh?"
"Iss. A kind of a sailor-like lookin" chap came up to me i" the Half Moon yard as I was a takin" out the mare. "Do you come from Gantick?"
says he, seein" no doubt Farmer Lear"s name "pon the cart. "There or thereabouts," says I. "Know Mister W. Geake?" says he. "Well," says I. "Then, if you"re pa.s.sin", I wish you"d give "en this here letter,"
says he, an" that"s all "e said."
"I wonder who "twas," said Geake. But his face was white.
"Don"t know "en by sight. Said "e was in a great hurry for to catch the up train. Which puts me i" mind I must be movin" on. Good-night t"ye, neighbour!"
As soon as he had turned the corner, Geake opened the letter.
When Naomi returned, half-an-hour later, she found him standing at the gate as if he had spent the day there: as, indeed, he might have, for all the work done to the coffin.
"I must bide up to-night an" finish that job," he said, when they were indoors and she began asking how in the world he had been spending his time. "I"ve been worryin" mysel" all day."
"It"s those sermons agen," Naomi decided. "They do your head no good, an" I wish you"d give up preachin"."
"Now that"s just what I"m goin" to do," he answered, pushing the Bible far into the shelf till its edges knocked on the wood of the skivet-drawer.
THE PRINCE OF ABYSSINIA"S POST-BAG.
I.--AN INTERRUPTION:
_From Algernon Dexter, writer of Vers de Societe, London, to Ra.s.selas, Prince of Abyssinia_.