Half an hour later the skipper and mate went ash.o.r.e to transact a little business, leaving the old man smoking peacefully in the cabin. The crew, having adjusted their differences, had already gone ash.o.r.e to treat each other to beer, leaving Henry in sole charge.
"You"ll stay by the ship, boy," said the skipper, looking down on him from the quay.
"Ay, ay, sir," said Henry sulkily.
The two men walked along the quay and into the High Street, the skipper shrugging his shoulders good-naturedly as he caught, through a half-open door, a glimpse of his crew settling down to business. It was an example that in the circ.u.mstances seemed to be worth following, and at the next public-house the mate, sacrificing his inclinations to the occasion, drank port wine instead of his favorite whisky. For the same reason he put his pipe back in his pocket and accepted a cigar, and then followed his superior into the street.
"Where"s a likely tailor"s?" asked the skipper, looking round.
"What for?" asked the mate.
"I"m going to get some things for Cap"n Gething," said the other. "He"s hardly the figure to meet his family as he is."
"Why didn"t you bring him with us?" asked the mate. "How about a fit?"
"He wouldn"t hear of it," said the skipper, pausing in deep contemplation of three wax boys in a tailor"s window. "He"s an independent sort of man; but if I buy the clothes and take "em aboard he can hardly refuse to wear "em."
He led the way into the shop and asked to see some serge suits. At the mate"s instigation he asked to see some more. At the mate"s further instigation he asked whether that was all they had got, and being told that it was, looked at them all over again. It is ever a difficult thing to fit an absent man, but he and the mate tried on every jacket in the hope of finding a golden mean, until the mate, dropping his lighted cigar in the coat-sleeve of one, and not finding it as soon as the tailor could have desired, the latter lost all patience and insisted upon their taking that one.
"It"s all right," said the mate, as they left the shop with the parcel; "it"s only the lining. I"d fixed my mind on that one, too, from the first."
"Well, why didn"t you say so, then?" said the skipper.
"Got it cheaper," said the mate, with a wink. "I"d bet you, if it could only be known, if we"d been suited at first he"d ha" wanted ten bob more for it."
It was quite dark by now, and after buying a cap and one or two other small articles, the mate led the way into a tavern for another drink.
"There"s no hurry," he said, putting his share of bundles on the table with some relief. "What"s your poison this time, cap"n?"
CHAPTER XII.
In less rapid times, before the invention of the electric telegraph and other scientific luxuries, Captain Gething would have remained quietly on board the Seamew, and been delivered to his expectant family without any further trouble. As it was, the message in which Captain Wilson took such pride, reached Mrs. Gething just as Mr. Glover-who had been sitting in her parlor all the afternoon, listening as patiently as he could to her somewhat uninteresting conversation-was on the point of departure.
The effect on him was hardly less marked than on his hostess, and he went on his way to the railway station in a condition in which rage and jealousy strove for the mastery. All the way to town he pondered over ways and means to wrest from his rival the prize which he had won, and by the time the train had reached Fenchurch Street he had hatched as pleasant a little plot as ever occurred to a man, most of whose existence had been spent amid the blameless surroundings of ladies"
hosiery. Half an hour later he was sitting in the dingy furnished apartments of a friend of his who lived in a small house off the Walworth Road.
"I want you to do me a favor, Tillotson," he said to the unkempt-looking tenant.
"I shall be delighted," said Mr. Tillotson, sticking his hands in his pockets, and warming himself comfortably at a fire-stove ornament trimmed with red paper roses-"if I can, you know."
"It is a great favor," said Glover.
Mr. Tillotson, looking very despondent, said, of course, that would please him more.
"I wouldn"t ask anybody but you to do it," said the wily Glover. "If it comes off all right I will get you that berth you asked me for at Leatham and Roberts"."
"It"s coming off, then," said Mr. Tillotson, brightening visibly. "If you will wait a minute-if the girl is in I will ask her if she will go and get us something to drink."
"I had better begin at the beginning," said Mr. Glover, as, all the "ifs" having been triumphantly surmounted, he helped himself from a small flat bottle of whiskey; "it won"t take long."
He lit his pipe, and, plunging into his story, finished it without interruption.
"You are a deep one, Glover," said his admiring friend when he had finished. "I thought you had been very smart lately-not but what you were always a dressy man," he added thoughtfully.
"I believe in keeping my own things to myself," said Glover.
"And this bargee has got the old un," said Tillotson, using the terms Glover had employed in his narrative. "I don"t see what is to be done, Glover."
"I want to get him away," said the other. "If I can"t find him, n.o.body else shall, and I want you to help me."
"Go down to Stourwich, tie him up in a sack, and drown him, I suppose,"
said Tillotson, trying to live up to a reputation several lady friends had bestowed upon him of being sarcastic.
"Can you get away to-morrow?" demanded Glover impatiently.
"I am as free as the birds of the air," responded Tillotson gloomily; "the only difference is, n.o.body puts out crumbs for me."
"I can reckon on you, then," said Glover. "I thought I could. We have known each other a long time, Tillotson. There is nothing like an old friend when one is in trouble."
Mr. Tillotson a.s.sented modestly. "You won"t forget about Leatham and Roberts?" he said.
"Of course not," said Glover. "You see, it won"t do to be seen in this thing myself. What I want you to do is to come down with me to Stourwich and bring the old man to London; then I can find him at my own time, in the street or anywhere, quite haphazard like."
"I don"t quite see how it is to be done," said Tillotson.
"Meet me to-morrow morning at Waterloo, at ten minutes past eight," said Glover, finishing his gla.s.s and rising; "and we will have a try, at any rate."
He shook hands with his friend, and following him down the uncarpeted stairs, said a few words at the door in favor of early rising, and departed to his place of business to make his own arrangements about the morrow.
He was at the station and in the train first in the morning, Mr.
Tillotson turning up with that extreme punctuality which enables a man to catch his train before it has got up full speed.
"I was half afraid at one time that I shouldn"t have done it," said Mr.
Tillotson, in self-congratulation, as he fell on to the seat. "Smoker, too! Couldn"t have done better if I had been here at seven o"clock."
His friend grunted, and, there being n.o.body else in the carriage, began at once to discuss the practical part of the business.
"If he could only read we might send a letter aboard to him," said Mr.
Tillotson, pushing his hat back. "The idea of a man his age not being able to!"
"He"s one of the old school," said Glover.
"Funny sort of school," said Tillotson flippantly. "Well, we must take our chance of him going for a walk, I suppose."