"I meant it for a pleasant surprise for you, Jimmy," says Bill, trying to smile.
"I don"t like your surprises, Bill, so I don"t deceive you," says the boy. "Where are you going to open it?"
"I was thinking of opening it in my bunk," says Bill. "The perlice might want to examine it if we took it through the dock. Come on, Jimmy, old man."
"Yes; all right," says the boy, nodding "is "ead at "im. "I"ll stay up "ere. You might forget yourself, Bill, if I trusted myself down there with you alone. You can throw my share up to me, and then you"ll leave the ship afore I do. See?"
"Go to blazes," says Bill; and then, seeing that the last chance "ad gone, we went below, and "e chucked the bundle in "is bunk. There was only one chap down there, and arter spending best part o" ten minutes doing "is hair "e nodded to us and went off.
Half a minute later Bill cut open the mattress and began to search through the stuffing, while I struck matches and watched "im. It wasn"t a big mattress and there wasn"t much stuffing, but we couldn"t seem to see that money. Bill went all over it ag"in and ag"in, and then "e stood up and looked at me and caught "is breath painful.
"Do you think the mate found it?" "e says, in a "usky voice.
We went through it ag"in, and then Bill went half-way up the fo"c"s"le ladder and called softly for Jimmy. He called three times, and then, with a sinking sensation in "is stummick, "e went up on deck and I follered "im. The boy was nowhere to be seen. All we saw was the ship"s cat "aving a wash and brush-up afore going ash.o.r.e, and the skipper standing aft talking to the owner.
We never saw that boy ag"in. He never turned up for "is box, and "e didn"t show up to draw "is pay. Everybody else was there, of course, and arter I"d got mine and come outside I see pore Bill with "is back up ag"in a wall, staring "ard at the second mate, who was looking at "im with a kind smile, and asking "im "ow he"d slept. The last thing I saw of Bill, the pore chap "ad got "is "ands in "is trousers pockets, and was trying "is hardest to smile back.
THE WELL
*I.*
Two men stood in the billiard-room of an old country house, talking.
Play, which had been of a half-hearted nature, was over, and they sat at the open window, looking out over the park stretching away beneath them, conversing idly.
"Your time"s nearly up, Jem," said one at length, "this time six weeks you"ll be yawning out the honeymoon and cursing the man-woman I mean- who invented them."
Jem Benson stretched his long limbs in the chair and grunted in dissent.
"I"ve never understood it," continued Wilfred Carr, yawning. "It"s not in my line at all; I never had enough money for my own wants, let alone for two. Perhaps if I were as rich as you or Croesus I might regard it differently."
There was just sufficient meaning in the latter part of the remark for his cousin to forbear to reply to it. He continued to gaze out of the window and to smoke slowly.
"Not being as rich as Croesus-or you," resumed Carr, regarding him from beneath lowered lids, "I paddle my own canoe down the stream of Time, and, tying it to my friends" door-posts, go in to eat their dinners."
"Quite Venetian," said Jem Benson, still looking out of the window.
"It"s not a bad thing for you, Wilfred, that you have the doorposts and dinners-and friends."
Carr grunted in his turn. "Seriously though, Jem," he said, slowly, "you"re a lucky fellow, a very lucky fellow. If there is a better girl above ground than Olive, I should like to see her."
"Yes," said the other, quietly.
"She"s such an exceptional girl," continued Carr, staring out of the window. "She"s so good and gentle. She thinks you are a bundle of all the virtues."
He laughed frankly and joyously, but the other man did not join him.
"Strong sense-of right and wrong, though," continued Carr, musingly. "Do you know, I believe that if she found out that you were not--"
"Not what?" demanded Benson, turning upon him fiercely, "Not what?"
"Everything that you are," returned his cousin, with a grin that belied his words, "I believe she"d drop you."
"Talk about something else," said Benson, slowly; "your pleasantries are not always in the best taste."
Wilfred Carr rose and taking a cue from the rack, bent over the board and practiced one or two favourite shots. "The only other subject I can talk about just at present is my own financial affairs," he said slowly, as he walked round the table.
"Talk about something else," said Benson again, bluntly.
"And the two things are connected," said Carr, and dropping his cue he half sat on the table and eyed his cousin.
There was a long silence. Benson pitched the end of his cigar out of the window, and leaning back closed his eyes.
"Do you follow me?" inquired Carr at length.
Benson opened his eyes and nodded at the window.
"Do you want to follow my cigar?" he demanded.
"I should prefer to depart by the usual way for your sake," returned the other, unabashed. "If I left by the window all sorts of questions would be asked, and you know what a talkative chap I am."
"So long as you don"t talk about my affairs," returned the other, restraining himself by an obvious effort, "you can talk yourself hoa.r.s.e."
"I"m in a mess," said Carr, slowly, "a devil of a mess. If I don"t raise fifteen hundred by this day fortnight, I may be getting my board and lodging free."
"Would that be any change?" questioned Benson.
"The quality would," retorted the other. "The address also would not be good. Seriously, Jem, will you let me have the fifteen hundred?"
"No," said the other, simply.
Carr went white. "It"s to save me from ruin," he said, thickly.
"I"ve helped you till I"m tired," said Benson, turning and regarding him, "and it is all to no good. If you"ve got into a mess, get out of it. You should not be so fond of giving autographs away."
"It"s foolish, I admit," said Carr, deliberately. "I won"t do so any more. By the way, I"ve got some to sell. You needn"t sneer. They"re not my own."
"Whose are they?" inquired the other.
"Yours."
Benson got up from his chair and crossed over to him. "What is this?" he asked, quietly. "Blackmail?"
"Call it what you like," said Carr. "I"ve got some letters for sale, price fifteen hundred. And I know a man who would buy them at that price for the mere chance of getting Olive from you. I"ll give you first offer."
"If you have got any letters bearing my signature, you will be good enough to give them to me," said Benson, very slowly.
"They"re mine," said Carr, lightly; "given to me by the lady you wrote them to. I must say that they are not all in the best possible taste."