"A" right, sir," hiccupped d.i.c.k solemnly. "I"m lookin" after them. Mind how you break your neck, Sam."
Thus adjured, Sam balanced himself on the edge of the quay, and executing a double shuffle on the very brink of it by way of showing his complete mastery over his feet, fell into the rigging and descended. He was followed by d.i.c.k and the cook, both drunk, and both preternaturally solemn.
"Get below," said the skipper sharply.
"Ay, ay, sir," said d.i.c.k, with a lurch. "Come on, Sam, we-ain"t wanted-here."
"It"s all your d.a.m.ned dancing, Sam!" said the cook-who had ever an eye for beauty-plaintively.
"Will you get below?" roared the maddened skipper, giving him a push.
"I"m very sorry," he said, turning to Annis as they disappeared; "everything seems to be going wrong to-night."
"It doesn"t matter," she said coldly. "Goodnight."
"Where are you going?" asked Wilson.
"Going to find a hotel," said Annis; "there"s no train back to-night."
"Take the cabin," he said entreatingly, "I and the mate"ll sleep for"ard."
"No, thank you," said Annis.
She stepped to the side, and, a.s.sisted by the skipper, clambered up on to the quay again. The mate came up at the moment and stood eyeing her curiously.
"This is Miss Gething," said the skipper slowly. "Any news?"
"None," said the mate solemnly; "they"ve vanished like smoke."
"Is it certain," asked Annis, addressing, him, "that it was my father?"
The mate looked at the skipper and pushed his cap back. "We had no reason to think otherwise," he said shortly. "It"s a mystery to me altogether. He can"t have gone home by train because he had no money."
"It couldn"t have been my father," said Annis slowly. "Somebody has been deceiving you. Good-night. I will come round in the morning; it is getting late."
"Where are you going?" inquired the mate.
"She"s going to look for a hotel," said the skipper, answering for her.
"It"s late," said the mate dubiously, "and this isn"t much of a place for hotels. Why not take her to the woman where her father has been staying? You said she seemed a decent sort."
"It"s a poor place," began the other.
"That"ll do," said Annis decidedly; "if it was good enough for my father it is good enough for me. If it wasn"t my father I may learn something about him. Is it far?"
"Two miles," said the mate.
"We"d better start at once, then," said the skipper, moving a step or two by way of example.
"And perhaps you"ll walk down too," said Annis to the mate.
It went to the mate"s heart to do it, but he was a staunch friend. "No, I think I"ll turn in," he said, blushing at his rudeness; "I"m tired."
He lifted his cap awkwardly and descended. Annis, with her head at an uncomfortable alt.i.tude, set off with the skipper.
"I"m sorry the mate wouldn"t come," said the latter stiffly.
After this they went on in silence along the quiet road, Miss Gething realizing instinctively that the man by her side had got a temper equal to at least a dozen of her own. This made her walk a little closer to him, and once, ever so lightly, her hand brushed against his. The skipper put his hands in his jacket pockets.
They reached the late habitation of the mysterious Captain Gething without another word having been spoken on the journey. The mews was uninviting enough by daylight, by night it was worse. The body of a defunct four-wheeler blocked up half the entrance, and a retriever came out of his kennel at the other end and barked savagely.
"That"s the house," said Wilson, indicating it-"number five. What"s the matter?"
For Miss Gething, after making little dabs with her handkerchief at lips which did not require the attention, was furtively applying it to eyes which did.
"I"m tired," she said softly-"tired and disappointed."
She hesitated a moment, and then before Wilson had quite made up his mind what to do, moved proudly away and knocked at the door of number five. It was opened after some delay by an untidy woman in crackers and a few other things, who having listened to the skipper"s explanation, admitted Miss Gething to her father"s room. She then saw the skipper to the door again, and having wished him a somewhat grim good-night, closed the door.
He walked back as sharply as he could to the schooner, his mind in a whirl with the events of the evening, and as he neared the quay broke into a run, in awkward imitation of a small figure approaching from the opposite direction.
"You little vagabond!" he panted, seizing him by the collar as they reached the schooner together.
"A"right," said Henry; ""ave it your own way then."
"Drop him overboard," said the mate, who was standing on the deck.
Henry indulged in a glance of contempt-made safe by the darkness-at this partisan, and with the air of one who knows that he has an interesting yarn to spin, began at the beginning and worked slowly up for his effects. The expediency of brevity and point was then tersely pointed out to him by both listeners, the highly feminine trait of desiring the last page first being strongly manifested.
"I can"t make head or tail of it," said the skipper, after the artist had spoilt his tale to suit his public. "He"s taken fright at something or other. Well, we"ll go after him."
"They"re getting away at about one," said the mate; "and suppose he won"t come, what are you going to do then? After all, it mightn"t be her father. d.a.m.ned unsatisfactory I call it!"
"I don"t know what to do," said the bewildered skipper; "I don"t know what"s best."
"Well, it ain"t my business," said Henry, who had been standing by silently; "but I know what I should do."
Both men leaned forward eagerly.
"I may be a young vagabond," said Henry, enjoying to the full this tribute to his powers-"p"raps I am. I may be put to bed by a set of grinning idiots; I may-"
"What would you do, Henry?" asked the skipper very quietly.
"Go back an" fetch Miss Gething, o" course," said the boy, "an" take her down to the ship. That"ll settle it."
"By Jove! the boy"s right," said the mate-"if there"s time."
But the skipper had already started.