Sam took it and tried to put it into his pocket, and repeating his old tale about taking it home to the children, rose to depart.
"You eat that, and I"ll give you a couple of loaves to take home to them," said the other.
The bread fell from Sam"s nerveless fingers and rolled on to the floor.
A bystander picked it up, and wiping it on his coat, returned it to him.
"Go on," said the big man, taking a deep draught of his beer-"eat away."
"I must see my children eat first," said Sam in a broken voice.
"You eat that bread or I"ll call a policeman and give you in charge,"
said the other, raising his voice. "I believe you"re an impostor.
Where"s your hawker"s license?"
In a state bordering upon frenzy Sam bit off a piece of the bread and tried to swallow it. He took up a water-bottle and drank some of the contents, and within five minutes had swallowed as many mouthfuls.
"Go on," said the donor sternly.
"I won"t," said Sam fiercely; "d.a.m.ned if I will!"
The other rose and went to the door. "Just step this way a minute, constable," he said quietly.
He stood aside, and, as Sam paused with the bread in his hand, the door opened and d.i.c.k and Henry entered, and shaking their heads, gazed sorrowfully upon him. The big man sat down and laughed until he cried as Sam, realizing the plot of which he had been the victim, flung the bread at Henry and made for the door. He went down the road mad with indignation, and with a firm resolve to have no more to do with bootlaces, pitched them away.
"Hallo, Sam!" cried a figure from the other side of the road. "Any luck?"
Sam shook his head speechlessly.
"You"ve been drinkin," said the cook as he came over.
"I ain"t," said Sam. Then a base idea occurred to him, and he took the other by the arm.
"There"s a pub down here, cook," he said in a trembling voice, "an"
there"s an old chap there I can"t be certain of. S"pose you go an" have a look at "im."
"Which one?" inquired his innocent friend.
Full of a great joy, Sam led him to the place of his mortification, and waiting until he was fairly in, stood listening behind the door.
"Why don"t they speak up?" he said crossly, as a low, indistinct murmuring reached him. He strained his ears intently, but could not catch anything, and losing all patience, was just about to push the door open and peep in when he heard a roar of laughter. Peal upon peal sounded until the bar shook with it, and an expression of peace and rest came over his face as he pictured the scene inside.
"Don"t," said the cook"s voice feebly.
There was another roar of laughter, to which Sam grinned a silent accompaniment.
"You"ll kill me," said the cook again, in a choking voice.
"No worse for you than for me, my lad," said Sam, with great content.
There was another roar in which Sam, to his amazement, fancied that the cook joined. He was still listening in a state of maddening perplexity when he heard the cook"s voice again.
"Poor old Sam!" it said distinctly. "Poor old Sam! I"d "ave given anythin" to "ave seen him."
The listener stiffened up suddenly and, holding his breath, went off on tiptoe down the street, the sounds of the foolish mirth in the bar ringing in his ears as he went. His brain was in a whirl, but two definite objects shaped themselves in his mind as he walked fiercely on-to smash first the syndicate, and then the cook. With these ideas firmly fixed he went aboard again, and going into the lonely foc"sle, climbed into his bunk and forgot his sorrows in sleep-in a sleep so sound that the others, upon their return an hour later, failed to wake him, until Henry, as a last expedient, threw a slice of bread at him.
After which everybody had to keep awake all night to mount guard over their lives.
CHAPTER VII.
The search at Bymouth obtained no further a.s.sistance from Sam. For the remainder of their stay there he hardly moved from the ship, preferring to smoke his pipe in peace on board to meeting certain jocular spirits ash.o.r.e who wanted to buy bootlaces. Conversation with d.i.c.k and the boy he declined altogether, and it was not until they had reached c.o.c.klemouth that he deigned to accept a pipe of tobacco from the cook"s box.
c.o.c.klemouth is a small lone place on the Welsh coast. When a large ship gets into the tiny harbor the inhabitants come down to see it, and the skippers of small craft pop up from their cabins and yell out to know where it"s coming to. Even when they see it bound and guided by many hawsers they are not satisfied, but dangling fenders in an obtrusive fashion over the sides of their ships, prepare for the worst.
"We won"t find "im "ere, cookie," said Sam, as the syndicate sat on deck on the evening of their arrival gazing contemplatively at the few scattered lights which appeared as twilight deepened into night.
"Lonesome little place."
"I ain"t got much "ope of finding "im anywhere," a.s.sented the cook.
"If it wasn"t for fear of d.i.c.k finding "im," said Sam viciously, "or the boy, I"d just give it up, cookie."
"If anybody finds "im it"ll be the skipper hisself," said the cook, lowering his voice as the person alluded to pa.s.sed them on his way ash.o.r.e. "He goes to the police station with the portrait and arsts them there. What chance "ave we got after that?"
The seaman shook his head, and after sitting for some time in silence, went ash.o.r.e with the cook and drank himself into a state of hopeless pessimism. In this condition he forgave everybody, and feeling very low, made his will by the simple process of giving his knife to d.i.c.k and two and sevenpence to Henry. The trouble he had in revoking it next morning furnished a striking ill.u.s.tration of the depths to which poor humanity can descend.
It was bright and fine next day, and after breakfast his spirits rose.
The persistent tinkle of a cracked bell from a small brick church in the town, and the appearance of two girls walking along the quay with hymn-books, followed by two young men without, reminded him that it was Sunday.
The skipper, who was endeavoring to form new habits, obeyed the summons of the bell. The mate took a healthful walk of three miles, while the crew sat about the deck watching the cook"s preparations for dinner, and occasionally lending him some slight a.s.sistance. It was not until the meal was despatched that they arrayed themselves in their Sunday clothes and went ash.o.r.e.
d.i.c.k went first, having thoughtfully provided himself with the photograph which had been lent for the use of all of them. He walked at first into the town, but the bare shuttered shops and deserted streets worked upon his feelings, and with his hands in his pockets, he walked back in the direction of the harbor. Here he got into conversation with an elderly man of sedate aspect, and after a little general talk, beginning with the weather and ending with tobacco, he produced the photograph and broached the subject of Captain Gething.
"Well, I"ve seen a man very much like it," said his new friend after a prolonged study.
"Where?" asked d.i.c.k eagerly.
"I won"t say it"s the same man," said the other slowly, as he handed the portrait back, "but if it ain"t him it"s his brother."
"Where?" repeated d.i.c.k impatiently.
"Well, I don"t know that I ought to interfere," said the man; "it ain"t my business."
"If a bob would-" began d.i.c.k.
"It would," said the man, smiling as he pocketed it. "He lives at Piggott"s Bay," he said impressively.