"The best way and the safest is to tie him in a chair," said the neighbor. "I remember my gran"-father used to tell a tale of how they served a highwayman that way once."

"That would be best, I think," said the woman pondering. "He"d be more comfortable in a chair, though I"m sure he don"t deserve it."

They raised the exhausted cook, and placing him in a stout oak chair, lashed him to it until he could scarcely breathe.

"After my gran"father had tied the highwayman in the chair, he gave him a crack on the head with a stick," said the neighbor, regarding the cook thoughtfully.

"They was very brutal in those times," said the cook, before anybody else could speak.

"Just to keep him quiet like," said the neighbor, somewhat chilled by the silence of the other two.

"I think he"ll do as he is," said the owner of the fowls, carefully feeling the prisoner"s bonds. "If you"ll come in in the morning, Pett.i.t, we"ll borrow a cart an" take him over to Winton. I expect there"s a lot of things against him."

"I expect there is," said Pett.i.t, as the cook shuddered. "Well, good-night."

He returned to his house, and the couple, after carefully inspecting the cook again, and warning him of the consequences if he moved, blew out the candle and returned to their interrupted slumbers.

For a long time the unfortunate cook sat in a state of dreary apathy, wondering vaguely at the ease with which he had pa.s.sed from crime to crime, and trying to estimate how much he should get for each. A cricket sang from the hearthstone, and a mouse squeaked upon the floor. Worn out with fatigue and trouble, he at length fell asleep.

He awoke suddenly and tried to leap out of his bunk on to the floor and hop on one leg as a specific for the cramp. Then, as he realized his position, he strove madly to rise and straighten the afflicted limb. He was so far successful that he managed to stand, and in the fantastic appearance of a human snail, to shuffle slowly round the kitchen. At first he thought only of the cramp, but after that had yielded to treatment a wild idea of escape occurred to him. Still bowed with the chair, he made his way to the door, and, after two or three attempts, got the latch in his mouth and opened it. Within five minutes he had shuffled his way through the garden gate, which was fortunately open, and reached the road.

The exertion was so laborious that he sat down again upon his portable seat and reckoned up his chances. Fear lent him wings, though of a very elementary type, and as soon as he judged he was out of earshot he backed up against a tree and vigorously banged the chair against it.

He shed one cracked hind leg in this way, and the next time he sat down had to perform feats of balancing not unworthy of Blondin himself.

Until day broke did this persecuted man toil painfully along with the chair, and the sun rose and found him sitting carefully in the middle of the road, faintly anathematizing Captain Gething and everything connected with him. He was startled by the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching him, and, being unable to turn his head, he rose painfully to his feet and faced about bodily.

The new-comer stopped abruptly, and, gazing in astonishment at the extraordinary combination of man and chair before him, retired a few paces in disorder. At a little distance he had mistaken the cook for a lover of nature, communing with it at his ease; now he was undecided whether it was a monstrosity or an apparition.

"Mornin", mate," said the cook in a weary voice.

"Morning," said the man, backing still more.

"I "spose," said the cook, trying to smile cheerfully, "you"re surprised to see me like this?"

"I"ve never seen anything like it afore," said the man guardedly.

"I don"t s"pose you "ave," said the cook. "I"m the only man in England that can do it."

The man said he could quite believe it.

"I"m doin" it for a bet," said the cook.

"Oh-h," said the man, his countenance clearing, "a bet. I thought you were mad. How much is it?"

"Fifty pounds," said the cook. "I"ve come all the way from London like this."

"Well, I"m blest!" said the man. "What won"t they think of next! Got much farther to go?"

"Oakville," said the cook, mentioning a place he had heard of in his wanderings. "At least I was, but I find it"s too much for me. Would you mind doing me the favor of cutting this line?"

"No, no," said the other reproachfully, "don"t give up now. Why, it"s only another seventeen miles."

"I must give it up," said the cook, with a sad smile.

"Don"t be beat," said the man warmly. "Keep your "art up, and you"ll be as pleased as Punch presently to think how near you was losing."

"Cut it off," said the cook, trembling with impatience; "I"ve earned forty pounds of it by coming so far. If you cut it off I"ll send you ten of it."

The man hesitated while an inborn love of sport struggled with his greed.

"I"ve got a wife and family," he said at last in extenuation, and taking out a clasp-knife, steadied the cook with one hand while he severed his bonds with the other.

"G.o.d bless you, mate!" said the cook, trying to straighten his bowed back as the chair fell to the ground.

"My name"s Jack Thompson," said his benefactor. "Jack Thompson, Winchgate "ll find me."

"I"ll make it twelve pounds," said the grateful cook, "and you can have the chair."

He shook him by the hand, and, freed from his burden, stepped out on his return journey, while his innocent accomplice, shouldering the chair, went back to learn from the rightful owner a few hard truths about his mental capacity.

Not knowing how much start he would have, the cook, despite his hunger and fatigue, pushed on with all the speed of which he was capable. After an hour"s journey he ventured to ask the direction of an embryo ploughman, and wheedled out of him a small, a very small, portion of his breakfast. From the top of the next hill he caught a glimpse of the sea, and taking care to keep this friend of his youth in sight, felt his way along by it to Brittlesea. At midday he begged some broken victuals from a gamekeeper"s cottage, and with renewed vigor resumed his journey, and at ten o"clock that night staggered on to Brittlesea quay and made his way cautiously to the ship. There was n.o.body on deck, but a light burned in the foc"sle, and after a careful peep below he descended. Henry, who was playing, a losing game of draughts with Sam, looked up with a start, and overturned the board.

"Lord love us, cookie!" said Sam, "where "ave you been?"

The cook straightened up, smiling faintly, and gave a wave of his hand which took in all the points of the compa.s.s. "Everywhere," he said wearily.

"You"ve been on the spree," said Sam, regarding him severely.

"Spree!" said the cook with expression. "Spree!"

His feelings choked him, and after a feeble attempt to translate them into words, he abandoned the attempt, and turning a deaf ear to Sam"s appeal for information, rolled into his bunk and fell fast asleep.

CHAPTER V.

They got under way at four o"clock next morn-ing, and woke the cook up to a.s.sist at 3.30. At 3.45 they woke him again, and at 3.50 dragged him from his bunk and tried to arouse him to a sense of his duties. The cook, with his eyes still closed, crawled back again the moment they left him, and though they had him out twice after that, he went back in the same somnambulistic state and resumed his slumbers.

Brittlesea was thirty miles astern when he at length awoke and went on deck, and the schooner was scudding along under a stiff breeze. It was a breeze such as the mate loved, and his face was serene and peaceful until his gaze fell upon the shrinking figure of the cook as it glided softly into the galley.

"Cook," he roared, "come here, you skulking rascal! Where"ve you been all this time?"

"I"ve been in trouble, sir," said the cook humbly; "you"ll "ardly believe the trouble I"ve been in through trying to do the skipper a kindness."

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