"Don"t you come none of that with me," roared the mate warningly.
"Where"ve you been? Come, out with it!"
The cook, still somewhat weak from his adventures, leaned against the companion, and with much dramatic gesture began his story. As it proceeded the mate"s breath came thick and fast, his color rose, and he became erratic in his steering. Flattered by these symptoms of concern, the cook continued.
"That"ll do," said the mate at last.
"I ain"t got to the worst of it yet, sir," said the cook.
"If you stand there lying to me for another moment I"ll break your neck," said the mate violently. "You"ve had two days on the drink, that"s what you"ve had."
"It"s gawspel truth, sir," said the cook solemnly.
"You wait till the skipper turns out," said the other, shaking his fist at him. "If it wasn"t for leaving the wheel I"d set about you myself, my lad."
To the cook"s indignation the skipper shared the opinions of the mate concerning his story, and in a most abrupt and unfeeling fashion stopped two days" pay. Down in the foc"sle he fared no better, the crew"s honest tribute of amazement to his powers of untruthful narrative pa.s.sing all bounds of decorum.
Their incredulity was a source of great grief to him. He had pictured himself posing as a daredevil, and he went about his duties with a chastened mien, mistaken by the men, experts in such matters, for the reaction after a drinking bout.
They pa.s.sed Northfleet on their way up to Rotherhithe, where they went to discharge a small general cargo, the cook"s behavior every time a police-boat pa.s.sed them coming in for much scornful censure. It was some hours before he would go ash.o.r.e, and when at last he did venture, it was with the reckless air of a Robert Macaire and a d.i.c.k Turpin rolled into one.
It was a damp, cheerless morning when they got to Northfleet again. It had been raining heavily in the night, and black clouds still hung low over the river. They were not to load until the next day, and after dinner Henry and the mate exchanged a sympathetic smile as the skipper took up his cap and went ash.o.r.e.
He walked into Gravesend, and taking no notice of the rain, which was falling steadily, strolled idly about looking into the shop windows. He had a romantic idea that he might meet Annis Gething there. It was half-holiday at the school, and it was the most natural thing in the world that she should be sauntering about Gravesend in the pouring rain.
At about four o"clock, being fairly wet through, he saw the fallacy of the idea strongly, and in a disconsolate fashion, after one gla.s.s at a convenient tavern, turned to go back to the ship. A little way along the road he stepped aside to allow a girl to pa.s.s, glancing-by mere force of habit-beneath her umbrella as he did so. Then he started back guiltily as his eyes met those of Miss Gething. She half stopped.
"Good-afternoon," said the skipper awkwardly.
"Good-afternoon," said she.
"Nasty weather," said the skipper, standing respectfully three yards off.
"Wretched," said Miss Gething. "Ugh!"
"I don"t mind it much myself," said the skipper.
"You must be very wet," said Miss Gething. "You are going to see mother, I suppose?"
"I did think of doing so," said the skipper with joyous untruthfulness.
"I"m going to do a little shopping," said she. "Good-bye."
She nodded brightly, and the skipper, raising his cap, turned on his heel and set off to pay the call. He turned his head several times as he went, but Miss Gething, who knew more of men than the skipper knew of women, did not turn hers.
A quarter of an hour"s brisk walk brought him to the house, and he shook the rain from his cap as he knocked gently at the door. It was opened by a man, who, standing with his hand on the lock regarded him inquiringly.
"Mrs. Gething in?" asked the skipper.
"No, she"s not just at present," said the other.
"I"ll come in and wait for her if you don"t mind," said the skipper, speaking on the spur of the moment.
The other hesitated, and then standing aside to allow him to pa.s.s, closed the door, and they entered the small parlor together. The skipper, with a courage which surprised himself, took a chair uninvited and began to wipe his trousers with his handkerchief.
"I"m afraid Mrs. Gething will be a long time," said the other man at last.
"I"ll give her a few minutes," said the skipper, who would have sat there a week with pleasure.
He rubbed his moustache and beard with his handkerchief and put them into shape with his fingers. The other man regarded these operations with an unfavorable eye, and watched him uneasily.
"No message you could leave for Mrs. Gething," he suggested, after a quarter of an hour.
The skipper shook his head, and in his turn took stock of the other man-a good-looking fellow with a waxed black moustache, a light silk tie and a ma.s.sive scarf-pin. A frock-coat hung about his knees, and shoes of the lightest brown called attention to his small feet.
Another quarter of an hour pa.s.sed. "Wet day," said the skipper, by way of starting the conversation again.
The other a.s.sented, and remarked that he thought it very probable that the wet would prevent Mrs. Gething from returning, whereupon conversation languished until the sound of hurried footsteps outside, and the turning of a key in the latch, made them both look up.
"Here she is," said the skipper softly.
The other man said nothing, feeling possibly that the entrance of Miss Gething was sufficient refutation of the statement. He was also in anything but a talkative mood.
"Mother not in?" said Miss Gething in surprise as she entered the room.
"How good of you to wait, captain."
"Oh, it"s no trouble," said the skipper, who really thought that there was no credit due to him for his action.
She shook hands with the other man and smiled at the skipper. "I"ve seen you before," she said, "and it is good of you to wait. I"m sure you"re very wet. This is Mr. Glover, Captain Wilson."
The two gentlemen glared their acknowledgments, and the skipper, with a sinking at his heart, began to feel in the way. Miss Gething, after going outside to remove her hat and jacket, came in smiling pleasantly, and conversation became general, the two men using her as a sort of human telephone through which to transmit scanty ideas.
"Half-past five," said Miss Gething suddenly. "Have you got to catch the 6.30 train, Mr. Glover?"
"Must," said Mr. Glover dismally. "Business, you know," he added resignedly.
"You"ll take a cup of tea before you go?" said Annis.
She was standing before Mr. Glover as she spoke, and the skipper, who had been feeling more and more in the way, rose and murmured that he must go. His amazement when Miss Gething twisted her pretty face into a warning scowl and shook her head at him, was so great that Mr. Glover turned suddenly to see the cause of it.
"You"ll take a cup, too, captain?" said Miss Gething with a polite smile.
"Thank you," said the skipper, resuming his seat. His ideas were in a whirl, and he sat silent as the girl deftly set the tea-table and took her seat before the tray.
"Quite a tea-party," she said brightly. "One piece of sugar, Mr.
Glover?"
"Two," said the gentleman in an injured voice.
She looked inquiringly at the skipper with the sugar-tongs poised.