He gasped with pure delight of sound.
"That"s better than Byron, a little," I ventured.
"Better? Why it"s true! How could he have known?"
I went back and repeated:
""What was that?" said Olaf, standing On the quarter-deck, "Something heard I like the stranding Of a shattered wreck.""
"How could he have known how the ships crash and the oars rip out and go _z-zzp_ all along the line? Why only the other night.... But go back please and read "The Skerry of Shrieks" again."
"No, I"m tired. Let"s talk. What happened the other night?"
"I had an awful nightmare about that galley of ours. I dreamed I was drowned in a fight. You see we ran alongside another ship in harbor. The water was dead still except where our oars whipped it up. You know where I always sit in the galley?" He spoke haltingly at first, under a fine English fear of being laughed at.
"No. That"s news to me," I answered, meekly, my heart beginning to beat.
"On the fourth oar from the bow on the right side on the upper deck.
There were four of us at the oar, all chained. I remember watching the water and trying to get my handcuffs off before the row began. Then we closed up on the other ship, and all their fighting men jumped over our bulwarks, and my bench broke and I was pinned down with the three other fellows on top of me, and the big oar jammed across our backs."
"Well?" Charlie"s eyes were alive and alight. He was looking at the wall behind my chair.
"I don"t know how we fought. The men were trampling all over my back, and I lay low. Then our rowers on the left side--tied to their oars, you know--began to yell and back water. I could hear the water sizzle, and we spun round like a c.o.c.kchafer and I knew, lying where I was, that there was a galley coming up bow-on, to ram us on the left side. I could just lift up my head and see her sail over the bulwarks. We wanted to meet her bow to bow, but it was too late. We could only turn a little bit because the galley on our right had hooked herself on to us and stopped our moving. Then, by gum! there was a crash! Our left oars began to break as the other galley, the moving one y"know, stuck her nose into them. Then the lower-deck oars shot up through the deck-planking, but first, and one of them jumped clean up into the air and came down again close to my head."
"How was that managed?"
"The moving galley"s bow was plunking them back through their own oarholes, and I could hear the devil of a shindy in the decks below.
Then her nose caught us nearly in the middle, and we tilted sideways, and the fellows in the right-hand galley unhitched their hooks and ropes, and threw things on to our upper deck--arrows, and hot pitch or something that stung, and we went up and up and up on the left side, and the right side dipped, and I twisted my head round and saw the water stand still as it topped the right bulwarks, and then it curled over and crashed down on the whole lot of us on the right side, and I felt it hit my back, and I woke."
"One minute, Charlie. When the sea topped the bulwarks, what did it look like?" I had my reasons for asking. A man of my acquaintance had once gone down with a leaking ship in a still sea, and had seen the water-level pause for an instant ere it fell on the deck.
"It looked just like a banjo-string drawn tight, and it seemed to stay there for years," said Charlie.
Exactly! The other man had said:
"It looked like a silver wire laid down along the bulwarks, and I thought it was never going to break." He had paid everything except the bare life for this little valueless piece of knowledge, and I had traveled ten thousand weary miles to meet him and take his knowledge at second hand. But Charlie, the bank-clerk, on twenty-five shillings a week, he who had never been out of sight of a London omnibus, knew it all. It was no consolation to me that once in his lives he had been forced to die for his gains. I also must have died scores of times, but behind me, because I could have used my knowledge, the doors were shut.
"And then?" I said, trying to put away the devil of envy.
"The funny thing was, though, in all the mess I didn"t feel a bit astonished or frightened. It seemed as if I"d been in a good many fights, because I told my next man so when the row began. But that cad of an overseer on my deck wouldn"t unloose our chains and give us a chance. He always said that we"d all be set free after a battle, but we never were; We never were." Charlie shook his head mournfully.
"What a scoundrel!"
"I should say he was. He never gave us enough to eat, and sometimes we were so thirsty that we used to drink salt-water. I can taste that salt-water still."
"Now tell me something about the harbor where the fight was fought."
"I didn"t dream about that. I know it was a harbor, though; because we were tied up to a ring on a white wall and all the face of the stone under water was covered with wood to prevent our ram getting chipped when the tide made us rock."
"That"s curious. Our hero commanded the galley? Didn"t he?"
"Didn"t he just! He stood by the bows and shouted like a good "un. He was the man who killed the overseer."
"But you were all drowned together, Charlie, weren"t you?"
"I can"t make that fit quite," he said with a puzzled look. "The galley must have gone down with all hands and yet I fancy that the hero went on living afterward. Perhaps he climbed into the attacking ship. I wouldn"t see that, of course. I was dead, you know."
He shivered slightly and protested that he could remember no more.
I did not press him further, but to satisfy myself that he lay in ignorance of the workings of his own mind, deliberately introduced him to Mortimer Collins"s "Transmigration," and gave him a sketch of the plot before he opened the pages.
"What rot it all is!" he said, frankly, at the end of an hour. "I don"t understand his nonsense about the Red Planet Mars and the King, and the rest of it. Chuck me the Longfellow again."
I handed him the book and wrote out as much as I could remember of his description of the sea-fight, appealing to him from time to time for confirmation of fact or detail. He would answer without raising his eyes from the book, as a.s.suredly as though all his knowledge lay before flint on the printed page. I spoke under the normal key of my voice that the current might not be broken, and I know that he was not aware of what he was saying, for his thoughts were out on the sea with Longfellow.
"Charlie," I asked, "when the rowers on the galleys mutinied how did they kill their overseers?"
"Tore up the benches and brained "em. That happened when a heavy sea was running. An overseer on the lower deck slipped from the centre plank and fell among the rowers. They choked him to death against the side of the ship with their chained hands quite quietly, and it was too dark for the other overseer to see what had happened. When he asked, he was pulled down too and choked, and the lower deck fought their way up deck by deck, with the pieces of the broken benches banging behind "em. How they howled!"
"And what happened after that?"
"I don"t know. The hero went away--red hair and red beard and all. That was after he had captured our galley, I think."
The sound of my voice irritated him, and he motioned slightly with his left hand as a man does when interruption jars.
"You never told me he was redheaded before, or that he captured your galley," I said, after a discreet interval.
Charlie did not raise his eyes.
"He was as red as a red bear," said he, abstractedly. "He came from the north; they said so in the galley when he looked for rowers--not slaves, but free men. Afterward--years and years afterward--news came from another ship, or else he came back----" His lips moved in silence. He was rapturously retasting some poem before him.
"Where had he been, then?" I was almost whispering that the sentence might come gentle to whichever section of Charlie"s brain was working on my behalf.
"To the Beaches--the Long and Wonderful Beaches!" was the reply, after a minute of silence.
"To Furdurstrandi?" I asked, tingling from head to foot.
"Yes, to Furdurstrandi," he p.r.o.nounced the word in a new fashion "And I too saw----" The voice failed.
"Do you know what you have said?" I shouted, incautiously.
He lifted his eyes, fully roused now. "No!" he snapped. "I wish you"d let a chap go on reading. Hark to this:
""But Othere, the old sea captain, He neither paused nor stirred Till the king listened, and then "Once more took up his pen And wrote down every word.
""And to the King of the Saxons In witness of the truth, Raising his n.o.ble head, He stretched his brown hand and said, "Behold this walrus tooth."
By Jove, what chaps those must have been, to go sailing all over the shop never knowing where they"d fetch the land! Hah!"