Just wot I should ave expected of im, said the skipper, as the mate returned from a fruitless search in the boys chest. Ill make him a bit more orderly on this ship. Go an lock them other things up in your drawer, George. Hes not to ave em again.
The schooner was getting into open water now, and began to feel it. In front of them was the blue sea, dotted with white sails and funnels belching smoke, speeding from England to worlds of romance and adventure. Something of the kind the cook said to Ralph, and urged him to get up and look for himself. He also, with the best intentions, discussed the restorative properties of fat pork from a medical point of view.
The next few days the boy divided between seasickness and work, the latter being the skippers great remedy for piratical yearnings. Three or four times he received a mild drubbing, and what was worse than the drubbing, had to give an answer in the affirmative to the skippers inquiry as to whether he felt in a more wholesome frame of mind. On the fifth morning they stood in towards Fairhaven, and to his great joy he saw treess and houses again.
They stayed at Fairhaven just long enough to put out a small portion of their cargo. Ralph, stripped to his shirt and trousers, having to work in the hold with the rest, and proceeded to Lowport, a little place some thirty miles distant, to put out their powder.
It was evening before they arrived, and, the tide being out, anchored in the mouth of the river on which the town stands.
Git in about four oclock, said the skipper to the mate, as he looked over the side towards the little cluster of houses on the shore. Do you feel better now Ive knocked some o that nonsense out o you, boy?
Much better, sir, said Ralph respectfully.
Be a good boy, said the skipper, pausing on the companion-ladder, and you can stay with us if you like. Better turn in now, as youll have to make yourself useful again in the morning working out the cargo.
He went below, leaving the boy on deck. The crew were in the forecastle smoking, with the exception of the cook, who was in the galley over a little private business of his own.
An hour later the cook went below to prepare for sleep. The other two men were already in bed, and he was about to get into his when he noticed that Ralphs bunk, which was under his own, was empty. He went upon deck and looked round, and returning below, scratched his nose in thought.
Wheres the boy? he demanded, taking Jem by the arm and shaking him.
Eh? said Jem, rousing, Whose boy?
Our boy, Ralph, said the cook. I cant see im nowhere, I ope e aint gone overboard, poor little chap.
Jem refusing to discuss the matter, the cook awoke Dobbs. Dobbs swore at him peacefully, and resumed his slumbers. The cook went up again and prowled round the deck, looking in all sorts of unlikely places for the boy. He even climbed a little way into the rigging, and, finding no traces of him, was reluctantly forced to the conclusion that he had gone overboard.
Pore little chap, he said solemnly, looking over the ships side at the still waters.
He walked slowly aft, shaking his head, and looking over the stern, brought up suddenly with a cry of dismay and rubbed his eyes. The ships boat had also disappeared.
Wot? said the two seamen as he ran below and communicated the news. Well, if its gorn, its gorn.
Hadnt I better go an tell the skipper? said the cook.
Let im find it out isself, said Jem purring contentedly in the blankets, Its is boat. Gonight.
Time we ad a noo un too, said Dobbs, yawning. Dont you worry your ed, cook, about what dont consarn you.
The cook took the advice, and, having made his few simple preparations for the night, blew out the lamp and sprang into his bunk. Then he uttered a sharp exclamation, and getting out again fumbled for the matches and relit the lamp. A minute later he awoke his exasperated friends for the third time.
Selp me, cook, began Jem fiercely.
If you dont I will, said Dobbs, sitting up and trying to reach the cook with his clenched fist.
Its a letter pinned to my pillow, said the cook in trembling tones, as he held it to the lamp.
Well, we dont want to ear it, said Jem. Shut up, dye hear?
But there was that in the cooks manner which awed him.
Dear cook, he read feverishly, I have made an infernal machine with clock-work, and hid it in the hold near the gunpowder when we were at Fairhaven. I think it will go off between ten and eleven to-night, but I am not quite sure about the time. Dont tell those other beasts, but jump overboard and swim ashore. I have taken the boat. I would have taken you too, but you told me you swam seven miles once, so you can eas
The reading came to an abrupt termination as his listeners sprang out of their bunks, and bolting on deck, burst wildly into the cabin, and breathlessly reeled off the heads of the letter to its astonished occupants.
Stuck a wot in the hold? gasped the skipper.
Infernal machine, said the mate; one of them things wot you blow up the Ouses of Parliament with.
Wots the time now? interrogated Jem anxiously.
Bout ha-past ten, said the cook trembling. Lets give em a hail ashore.
They leaned over the side, and sent a mighty shout across the water. Most of Lowport had gone to bed, but the windows in the inn were bright, and lights showed in the upper windows of two or three of the cottages.
Again they shouted in deafening chorus, casting fearful looks behind them, and in the silence a faint answering hail came from the shore. They shouted again like madmen, and then listening intently heard a boats keel grate on the beach, and then the welcome click of oars in the rowlocks.
Make haste, bawled Dobbs vociferously, as the boat came creeping out of the darkness. Wy dont you make aste?
Wots the row? cried a voice from the boat.
Gunpowder! yelled the cook frantically: theres ten tons of it aboard just going to explode. Hurry up.
The sound of the oars ceased and a startled murmur was heard from the boat; then an oar was pulled jerkily.
Theyre putting back, said Jem suddenly. Im going to swim for it. Stand by to pick me up, mates, he shouted, and lowering himself with a splash into the water struck out strongly towards them. Dobbs, a poor swimmer, after a moments hesitation, followed his example.
I cant swim a stroke, cried the cook, his teeth chattering.
The others, who were in the same predicament, leaned over the side, listening. The swimmers were invisible in the darkness, but their progress was easily followed by the noise they made. Jem was the first to be hauled on board, and a minute or two later the listeners on the schooner heard him assisting Dobbs. Then the sounds of strife, of thumps, and wicked words broke on their delighted ears.
Theyre coming back for us, said the mate, taking a deep breath. Well done, Jem.
The boat came towards them, impelled by powerful strokes, and was soon alongside. The three men tumbled in hurriedly, their fall being modified by the original crew, who were lying crouched up in the bottom of the boat. Jem and Dobbs gave way with hearty goodwill, and the doomed ship receded into the darkness. A little knot of people had gathered on the shore, and, receiving the tidings, became anxious for the safety of their town. It was felt that the windows, at least, were in imminent peril, and messengers were hastily sent round to have them opened.
Still the deserted Susan Jane made no sign. Twelve oclock struck from the little church at the back of the town, and she was still intact.
Somethings gone wrong, said an old fisherman with a bad way of putting things. Nows the time for somebody to go and tow her out to sea.
There was no response.
To save Lowport, said the speaker feelingly. If I was only twenty years younger
Its old mens work, said a voice.
The skipper, straining his eyes through the gloom in the direction of his craft, said nothing. He began to think that she had escaped after all.
Two oclock struck and the crowd began to disperse. Some of the bolder inhabitants who were fidgety about draughts closed their windows, and children who had been routed out of their beds to take a nocturnal walk inland were led slowly back, By three oclock the danger was felt to be over, and day broke and revealed the forlorn Susan Jane still riding at anchor.
Im going aboard, said the skipper suddenly; whos coming with me?
Jem and the mate and the town-policeman volunteered, and, borrowing the boat which had served them before, pulled swiftly out to their vessel and, taking the hatches off with unusual gentleness, commenced their search. It was nervous work at first, but they became inured to it, and, moreover, a certain suspicion, slight at first, but increasing in intensity as the search proceeded, gave them some sense of security. Later still they began to eye each other shamefacedly.
I dont believe theres anything there, said the policeman, sitting down and laughing boisterously: that boys been making a fool of you.
Thats about the size of it, groaned the mate. Well be the laughing-stock o the town.
The skipper, who was standing with his back towards him, said nothing; but, peering about, stooped suddenly, and, with a sharp exclamation, picked up something from behind a damaged case.
Ive got it, he yelled suddenly; stand clear!
He scrambled hastily on deck, and, holding his find at arms length, with his head averted, flung it far into the water. A loud cheer from a couple of boats which were watching greeted his action, and a distant response came from the shore.
Was that a infernal machine? whispered the bewildered Jem to the mate. Why, it looked to me just like one o them tins o corned beef.
The mate shook his head at him and glanced at the constable, who was gazing longingly over the side. Well, Ive eard of people being killed by them sometimes, he said with a grin.
A SAFETY MATCH
Mr. Boom, late of the mercantile marine, had the last word, but only by the cowardly expedient of getting out of earshot of his daughter first, and then hurling it at her with a voice trained to compete with hurricanes. Miss Boom avoided a complete defeat by leaning forward with her head on one side in the attitude of an eager but unsuccessful listener, a pose which she abandoned for one of innocent joy when her sire, having been deluded into twice repeating his remarks, was fain to relieve his overstrained muscles by a fit of violent coughing.
I blieve she heard it all along, said Mr. Boom sourly, as he continued his way down the winding lane to the little harbour below. The only way to live at peace with wimmen is to always be at sea; then they make a fuss of you when you come homeif you dont stay too long, that is.
He reached the quay, with its few tiny cottages and brown nets spread about to dry in the sun, and walking up and down, grumbling, regarded with a jaundiced eye a few small smacks, which lay in the harbour, and two or three crusted amphibians lounging aimlessly about.
Mornin, Mr. Boom, said a stalwart youth in sea-boots, appearing suddenly over the edge of the quay from his boat.
Mornin, Dick, said Mr. Boom affably; just goin off?
Bout an hours time, said the other; Miss Boom well, sir?
Shes a right, said Mr. Boom; me an her ve just had a few words. She picked up something off the floor what she said was a cake o mud off my heel. Said she wouldnt have it, continued Mr. Boom, his voice rising. My own floor too. Swep it up off the floor with a dustpan and brush, and held it in front of me to look at.
Dick Tarrell gave a grunt which might mean anythingMr. Boom took it for sympathy.
I called her old maid, he said with gusto; youre a fidgety old maid, I said. You should ha seen her look. Do you know what I think, Dick?
Not exactly, said Tarrell cautiously.
I bleeve shes that savage that shed take the first man that asked her, said the other triumphantly; shes sitting up there at the door of the cottage, all by herself.
Tarrell sighed.
With not a soul to speak to, said Mr. Boom pointedly.
The other kicked at a small crab which was passing, and returned it to its native element in sections.
Ill walk up there with you if youre going that way, he said at length.
No, Im just having a look round, said Mr. Boom, but theres nothing to hinder you going, Dick, if youve a mind to.
Theres no little thing you want, as Im going there, I spose? suggested Tarrell. Its awkward when you go there and say, Good morning, and the girl says, Good morning, and then you dont say any more and she dont say any more. If there was anything you wanted that I could help her look for, it ud make talk easier.
Wellgo for my baccy pouch, said Mr. Boom, after a minutes thought, itll take you a long time to find that.
Why? inquired the other.
Cos Ive got it here, said the unscrupulous Mr. Boom, producing it, and placidly filling his pipe. You might spendahthe best part of an hour looking for that.
He turned away with a nod, and Tarrell, after looking about him in a hesitating fashion to make sure that his movements were not attracting the attention his conscience told him they deserved, set off in the hang-dog fashion peculiar to nervous lovers up the road to the cottage. Kate Boom was sitting at the door as her father had described, and, in apparent unconsciousness of his approach, did not raise her eyes from her book.
Good morning, said Tarrell, in a husky voice.
Miss Boom returned the salutation, and, marking the place in her book with her forefinger, looked over the hedge on the other side of the road to the sea beyond.
Your father has left his pouch behind, and being as I was coming this way, asked me to call for it, faltered the young man.
Miss Boom turned her head, and, regarding him steadily, noted the rising colour and the shuffling feet.
Did he say where he had left it? she inquired.
No, said the other.
Well, my times too valuable to waste looking for pouches, said Kate, bending down to her book again, but if you like to go in and look for it, you may!
She moved aside to let him pass, and sat listening with a slight smile as she heard him moving about the room.
I cant find it, he said, after a pretended search.
Better try the kitchen now then, said Miss Boom, without looking up, and then the scullery. It might be in the woodshed or even down the garden. You havent half looked.
She heard the kitchen door close behind him, and then, taking her book with her, went upstairs to her room. The conscientious Tarrell, having duly searched all the above-mentioned places, returned to the parlour and waited. He waited a quarter of an hour, and then going out by the front door stood irresolute.