"You"re a very good boy, Henry," said the mate approvingly. "Now go down and watch the Frolic again, and as soon as she starts getting under way run back and let us know. If she pa.s.ses before he comes back I"ll hail her and try and find out what it all means."
Meantime the skipper, half walking, half running, went on his way to Overcourt, arriving at Stagg"s Gardens in a breathless condition. Number five was fast asleep when he reached it and began a violent thumping upon the door.
"Who"s there? What do you want?" demanded a shrill voice as the window was thrown up and a female head protruded.
"I want to see that young lady I brought here a little while ago," said the skipper-"quick."
"What, at this time o" night!" said the lady. "Be reasonable, young man, if you are sweethearting."
"Something important," said the skipper impatiently.
"Can"t you tell me what it is?" said the lady, who felt that she was in a position to have her curiosity satisfied.
"Tell her I"ve got news of her father," said the skipper, restraining himself with difficulty.
The head disappeared and the window was closed. After what seemed an hour to the impatient man, he heard a step in the pa.s.sage, the door opened, and Annis stood before him.
With a very few words they were walking together again down the road, Annis listening to his story as they went. It was a long way, and she was already tired, but she refused the offer of her companion"s arm with a spirit which showed that she had not forgotten the previous journey.
As they neared the Seamew the skipper"s spirits sank, for the mate, who was watching, ran out to meet them.
"It"s no use," he said sympathetically; "she"s under way. Shall we hail her as she goes by?"
The skipper, leaving Annis unceremoniously on the quay, sprang aboard and peered anxiously down the river. The night was starlit, and he could just discern a craft coming slowly towards them.
"Hoist a couple of lanterns, Jack, and call the crew up quickly," he cried to the mate.
"What for?" said the other in astonishment.
"You light "em," cried the skipper excitedly. "Henry, help me off with these hatches."
He was down on his knees with the boy unfastening them, while the mate, having lit a lantern, ran forward to rouse the men. The Frolic was now but twenty yards astern.
"Ahoy! schooner, ahoy!" bawled Wilson, running suddenly to the side.
"Halloa!" came a hoa.r.s.e voice.
"Are you full up?" shouted the master of the Seamew.
"No," came the roar again.
"Drop your anchor and come alongside," shouted the skipper, "I"ve got to stay here another week, and I"ve got a dozen barrels o" herring must be in London before then."
The Frolic was abreast of them, and he held his breath with suspense.
"It won"t take you half an hour," he shouted anxiously.
The grating of the cable was music in his ears as it ran out, and hardly able to believe in the success of his scheme he saw the crew taking in the sail they had just begun to set. Ten minutes later the Frolic was rubbing against his side.
The hatches were off the Seamew, and a lantern swinging in her hold shed a sickly light upon the sleepy faces of her crew. The mate was at the foc"sle whispering instructions to Annis.
"Look alive," said the master of the Frolic, "I"ll just take "em on deck for the present."
He came fussily to the side to superintend, gazing curiously at Annis, who was standing watching the operations.
"What a nice ship!" she said. "May I come on board?"
"You"re quite welcome if you don"t get in the way," was the reply.
Accepting this qualified permission, Annis stepped on board and walked quietly round the deck. At the companion she paused and looked round.
Everybody was busy; and trembling with nervousness, she hesitated a moment and then descended into the dark cabin.
"That you, captain?" said a voice. "What are we stopping for?"
Annis made no reply.
"Who is it?" said the voice again.
"Hush!" said Annis.
"Oh, all right," said Mr. Tillotson shortly. "What"s wrong?"
Annis hesitated, waiting to hear another voice, but in vain. She fancied that she heard another person breathing, but that was all.
"Father!" she cried, suddenly. "It"s me! Annis! Where are you?"
There was a great shout from the other side of the cabin, and in the gloom she saw something spring up and come towards her. Something which caught her in a mighty grasp and crushed her soft face against a long, stiff beard. Laughing and crying together she put her arms about its neck and clung to it convulsively.
"There, there, my la.s.s!" said Captain Gething at last.
"We only stopped you by a miracle," said Annis hysterically. "The Seamew is alongside, and why you wanted to run away again I don"t know."
"I don"t understand," said Captain Gething wearily.
"You can understand that I wouldn"t take you into danger," said Annis tenderly. "Put your coat on and come with me."
Without another word Captain Gething did as he was bid. He stopped, as though to speak to Tillotson, and then thinking better of it, followed his daughter on deck.
"I"m not coming with you, cap"n," he said as that ardent mariner pa.s.sed them rolling a barrel along the deck.
"A" right," said the other briefly; "you won"t get your money back."
In a shamefaced fashion Captain Gething, still holding his daughter"s arm, stepped on board the Seamew and shook hands with its master. By the time he was half through his story there was a burning desire on the part of the skipper to go down and have a look at Tillotson-a desire peremptorily checked by Annis, who had an erroneous opinion concerning that gentleman"s ident.i.ty, and the Frolic having taken in its herrings, sheered off with a friendly good-night. The crew of the Seamew watched her until she had her anchor up, and then, at the impatient suggestion of Henry, who was stage managing, went below.
"Are you satisfied now?" inquired Wilson in a low voice, as Captain Gething, with a wisdom born of years, went slowly below.
"Quite," breathed Annis softly.
"I"m not," said Wilson, in tones full of meaning.