In the first place he was not and never had been intoxicated, and even when he exceeded (as in youth he frequently had) in the matter of wine, spirits, liqueurs and fancy liquids, the effect of such excess had rather been atrophy3 than intoxication4. Nor had he ever felt what poets finely call the “sting of joy.”
But he was pleased: he was very pleased. Thoughts that in another more volatile5 and less substantial brain might have crowded, appeared slowly separated one from another and in a solemn procession. They comforted rather than exhilarated him.
First of all there was the £5000 a year: that was something.
He ruminated6 on that about as far as Cleopatra’s Needle; there, as he leant upon the parapet of the[142] Embankment and looked down into the water, a second thought rose upon the horizon of his mind: the £5000 a year would be his, not Sudie’s.
In the first stage of this nightly ramble8 he had barged into two men: one a poor man who had made the accident the excuse for the delivery of money; the second a rich one who cursed him abominably10, but George was in too equable a mood to mind. Now, as he left Cleopatra’s Needle behind him and strolled still farther eastward11, ruminating12 upon the fact that the £5000 a year would be his and not Sudie’s, he had the misfortune to cannon13 against yet a third, to whom he apologised: but it was a post, not a man.
He looked at it with those slow, sensible eyes of his for perhaps thirty seconds, and saw in large red letters under the electric light “Motors to the right of this post.”
He repeated the phrase mechanically as was often his wont14 upon reading anything, and it set up a new train of thought. Post.... The post offered him was not permanent ... but he considered the careers of his friends and he could remember none, neither Ted2 nor Johnny nor old Bill Curliss, nor Fittleworth nor Glegg, who from the moment they had received such promotion15 had not gone forward.
It always meant something, even when one was out of office, and then who knows? One might be in office again. A Party may be in office twice[143] running! Stranger things had happened. And then, even if they went out of office, Ole Man Benson would have brought something off by that time.
Look at it how he would, heaven was smiling on him, and he in return, and as though in gratitude16, smiled at the gaunt front of Blackfriars Station, opposite which he had now arrived.
Between him and it there lay the street, and he was naturally too cautious to attempt to cross until he had gazed carefully to the front and right. But at midnight there is no pressure of traffic in the City of London, and when he had allowed a belated dray and a steam roller to pass him at their leisure he hurriedly crossed over with a vague intention of taking the train.
Like many men of the governing classes, whose mental activities are naturally divorced from the petty details of London life, and who are independent of that daily round which makes the less fortunate only too familiar with our means of communication, George Mulross Demaine was not quite certain where the Underground went to, nor what part of London precisely17 it served. But he had been taught from childhood that it was circular in form, and that round it like Old Ocean[3] in a perpetual race, went along streams of trains. Enter it where you would, and you might leave it somewhere upon its periphery18.
[144]He knew that St. James’s Park Station was at his very door. He asked for and obtained a ticket with that promptitude which distinguishes the service of our premier19 Metropolitan20 line, left the change for sixpence by an oversight21 on the ledge22 of the ticket window, and then, as Fate would have it, turned to the left-hand stairs.
The official whose duty it was to examine and to cut designs upon the tickets presented to him by the public, was that evening (under the guidance of Fate) most negligent23.
He should surely have seen that he was dealing24 with an Obvious Gentleman and should gently have directed him to the opposing platform. As it was he did no more than half puncture25 the cardboard without so much as glancing at it, and George Mulross Demaine (in whom now yet another pleasing thought had arisen—that there were such things as Cabinet pensions—) sauntered down on to the platform.
A train roared in; he stumbled into it just in time to save his coat from the shutting of the gate, and sat contentedly26 until he should hear the conductor shout “St. James’s Park!” But this cue word which would have aroused him to action, he was destined27 not to hear.
The Mansion28 House went by, and Cannon Street, but yet another pleasing thought having arisen in his mind he noted29 them not.
A shout of “Monument” startled him, for he had[145] heard in a general way of the Monument, and it was nowhere near his home. When he came to Mark Lane he was seriously alarmed, and at the cry of Aldgate East, his mind was made up. He got out.
He asked with the utmost courtesy of the man who took the tickets what he should do to get to St. James’s Park, and the man who took the tickets replied with less courtesy but with great rapidity that he had better turn sharp to the right and that on his right again he would find Aldgate Station, whence there was still a service of trains, late as was the hour.
Alas31, for the various locutions of various ranks in our society! he did turn sharp to the right; he went right round the corner into Middlesex Street, and to the right again into Wentworth Street, but not a station could be seen. The summer night was of a glimmering32 sort of darkness. It was hot, and many of the local families were still seated upon their steps, speaking to each other in a dialect of the Lithuanian Ghetto34 which George Mulross erroneously took for an accent native to the London poor.
He stepped up to one and asked whether he were yet near the station. The voluble reply “Shriska beth haumelshee! Chragso! Yeh!” illumined him not at all, and as he moved off uncertainly up the street, a roar of harsh laughter tended to upset his nerves.
He could not bear this raking fire: he turned,[146] most imprudently, up a narrow court which was in total darkness; and, then at first to his surprise but almost immediately afterwards to his grave chagrin36, he felt a voluminous and exceedingly foul37 cotton sheet drawn38 sharply round his throat, twisted, the slack of it thrown over his head, and one end crammed39 into his mouth for a gag; almost at the same moment his wrists were jerked behind him, a rope whose hardness must have been due to tar30 was hitched40 round them with surely excessive violence, putting him to grievous pain, his feet were lifted from under him, he felt several hands grasping his head and shoulders at random41, a couple of them seizing his ankles; he was reversed, and in the attitude described at the Home Office as “The Frogs’ March” he felt himself carried for some few yards, and at last reversed again and placed face upwards42 upon a narrow and hard surface.
Through the filthy43 cotton which still enveloped44 his face, the disgusting stains of which were dimly apparent to him, he saw the glimmer33 of a light, and he heard round him language the accent and many of the words of which were so unfamiliar45 to him that he could make nothing of it. He was incommoded beyond words.
Whatever his defects, George Mulross Demaine was not lacking in physical courage; he begged them in a mumble46 through the gag that covered his mouth, to let him go. There was no direct reply, but only a good deal of whispering, which so far as[147] he could make it out—and much of it was foreign—related to his person rather than to his request.
An attempt to move betrayed the fact that some heavy body was seated upon his shins; another attempt to raise the upper half of his body was met by so sharp a reminder47 upon the side of his head that he thought it better for the moment to lie still.
What followed was an examination of his clothes and their contents, which showed his new neighbours to be unacquainted with the sartorial48 habits of the wealthy. The two slits49 in his cape50 were taken for pockets and their emptiness provoked among other comments the shrill51 curse of a woman. His trouser pockets, wherein it was fondly hoped that metal might lie hid, and wherein he would rather have died than have put anything, similarly drew blank, and to their disgust, of the two little lines on the waistcoat one was a sham52 and the other contained nothing but a spare stud. However, this contained a small precious stone, and was the immediate35 object of a pretty severe scuffle.
He was next reversed yet a third time without dignity, and in a manner the violence of which was most wounding: but in his tail pocket was nothing but a large new silk handkerchief which went (apparently53 by custom, for there was no discussion) to the captain of the tribe.
Purse there was none, a thing that bewildered them; not even a portmonnaie, until, to their mingled54 astonishment55 and joy, some one acuter than the rest[148] discovered in a mass of seals at his watch chain, a little globular receptacle which opened with a spring, and revealed no less than four sovereigns.
It was a poor haul, but the clothes remained. Not for long. They were all removed, and that not with roughness but, he was glad to note, tenderly: less perhaps from the respect they bore him than from a consideration of the value of the cloth. The precise man?uvre whereby the difficulty of the ankles and the wrists was eliminated, I leave to those of my readers who are better acquainted with such problems than I. There are several well-known methods, I understand, whereby a man may have his trousers and his coat removed and yet his hands and feet preserved in custody56.
His boots (they were astonished to note) were elastic-sided. They were under the impression that among the wealthy buttoned boots alone were tolerated at the evening meal and thenceforward until such hours as the wealthy seek repose58. But they were good mess boots, and take it all in all, his clothing, every single article of which was soon folded and put into its bundle, made the best part of their booty.
Then there was a considerable movement of feet, a murmur59 of voices purposely low; there seemed to be one person left, agile60 and rapid in movement ... perhaps two: at any rate after these or this one had held him for some thirty seconds, during which he had the sense and prudence61 to lie still, there was a[149] sharp sliding of feet, the quick but almost noiseless shutting of a door, and he found that he was free.
His first act was to disembarrass himself of his stinking62 head-gear, but his captors had laid their trap with science, and it was precisely this which was destined to give them the leisure for their escape. The sheet was tied to his head by a series of small hard knots which took him, between them, quite a quarter of an hour to undo63.
At last he was free. He tore the filthy thing from his head and the bunch of it from his mouth with the same gesture, overcame a strong desire to vomit64, and looked round him.
He found himself seated upon a sort of narrow bench attached by iron clamps to the wall of a small and exceedingly noisome65 room, which even at that moment he had the wit to think that he would certainly have dealt with by the local inspector66 when he should have assumed what he had heard called the reins67 of office.
But for the moment other considerations occupied him to the exclusion68 of the condition of the room. A dirty paraffin lamp with no shade stood on the rickety table; the one window was blinded by a large old wooden shutter69 barred down against it; on the cracked, distempered walls, stained with a generation of grease and smoke, hung a paper upon which a few figures had been scrawled70 roughly in pencil, and most of them scratched out again, and here and there the same pencil or others had inscribed71 the[150] surface of the plaster with sentiments and illustrations most uncongenial to his breeding.
The next thing that met his eye was a peculiarly repulsive73 pair of breeches, an old green-black torn overcoat, and a pair of workmen’s boots, cracked, grey with weather, laceless and apparently as stiff as wood. He had no choice: his first business was to find aid. He must put these on, break his way out of this den9 as best he could, and summon the Police.
He had never had his feet in such things as those boots before; it was like shuffling74 in boxes. He hated to feel the clammy grease of the trousers and coat against his skin.
He left the lamp burning and made for the door. To his astonishment the latch75 was open. To his further astonishment it gave into an open passage like a tunnel, with no door but a plain arch opening into the court beyond. He shuffled76 out. He was glad that it was not yet day. Fortunately it was not cold.
He turned, he knew not whither, following the streets aimlessly, but more or less in one direction, until he saw in a blotted77 silhouette78 against the darkness of the walls, the glad and familiar form of a policeman. It was like coming home! It was like making a known harbour light after three days of lost reckonings and a gale79.
He went up to the man and began in that pleasant but not condescending80 tone in which he had ever addressed members of the force:
[151]“Policeman, can you tell me....”
He got no further. The agile though weighty custodian81 of order, with the low and determined82 remark, “I know yer!” had seized him by the shoulders, whirled him round and away, so that he fell, bruised83 and a little dazed, against the steps of a house.
George was angered. He had already risen with some remark on his lips about taking a number when he saw his antagonist84 make a sharp gesture—there was a shrill whistle, immediately afterwards an answering whistle from perhaps a hundred yards away, and George Mulross Demaine,—blame him if you will,—kicked off the impossible boots, and ran for it.
He had run for but a few moments in his absurd and horrible greatcoat and on his naked feet, until he saw down the end of an alley86 a great gate, a light to one side of it, and beyond it an empty space of glimmering nightly sky. Ignorant of where he was or what he did, but determined upon safety, he looked round and to his horror saw the form of yet another policeman pacing slowly towards the place where he was crouching87.
That determined him. With an agility88 that none of his acquaintances, not even his wife, would have believed to be in him, he slunk quite close to earth in the shadow of the great gate and entered the open space beyond.
[152]Such a space he had never seen. Under the very faint light which was now beginning to show over the east of heaven, he guessed that he was upon the river, for he saw masts against the sky and that peculiar72 pale glint of water which, even at night, may be distinguished89 between the hulls90 of ships. All he sought was shadow, and the great wharves91 of the docks—for he had blundered into the docks—give ample opportunity.
He heard a measured step pacing slowly towards him. He crept along the edge of the quay92 into a sort of narrow lane that lay between a row of high barrels and the bulwarks94 of a big steamship95 which just showed above the stone. He flattened96 himself against the high barrels which, had he been better acquainted with the details of commerce, he would have known to contain fishbone manure97.
The measured tread came nearer; it passed, it reached a certain point in the distance, it turned and passed again. It reached yet another extreme of its beat, turned and re-passed.... And all the while the light was growing: and as it grew the nervous agony of George Mulross grew with it, but more rapidly.
He could now just see the figure of the watchman near the gate, he could distinguish part of the nearer rigging; in half an hour he would be visible to whatever eyes were watching for vagabonds. He knew what that meant; further humiliation98, perhaps further dangers. There was not a gentleman for miles,—and[153] with that thought the heart of this most unfortunate of gentlemen beat slow.
The reader has been sufficiently99 told that Mr. Demaine, however solid the quality of his brain, was not a man of rapid decision. But agony and peril100 are sharp spurs, and as the conception of a gentleman floated through his mind he suddenly remembered that ships had captains.
Upon their exact functions he was hazy101; he would know it better no doubt when he had undertaken his functions in the Court of Dowry (the blessed thought warmed him for a moment even in that dreadful dawn!); anyhow, the word “captain” meant something ... it wasn’t like a captain in the army of course ... but then there were captains and captains ... of course the Royal Navy was superior to the Merchant Service ... but it was all the same kind of thing—only upper and lower, like a barrister and a solicitor102.... For instance there was the Naval103 Reserve.... And he remembered a captain upon an Atlantic liner who was a splendid great fellow, and he was sure could tell any one at once. And the captain of Billy’s schooner104 was better than that because he understood about motor engines.
He had just come to the point of remembering that on the P. and O. it was rather a grand thing to dine with the captain, when his mind arrived at its conclusion. He would slip over the side of the big ship, and when the proper time came he would reveal himself to the captain for what he was. The captain[154] would show him every courtesy, he would give him a change of clothes, ready-made but decent, he would know where there was a telephone, he would have authority to speak to the watchman and the rest, he would send for a taxi, and George’s troubles would be over....
George prepared to slip over the side.
Now to slip over the side in a book is one thing, but to do it on a real ship is another. The bulwarks were high and greasy105 and salt and slimy. Demaine was weakened by a night of terrors, and he came down on the hard iron deck of the tramp with a noise resembling distant thunder, and in a manner that hurt him very much indeed.
It was a new misadventure and one that had to be repaired. He heard voices and bolted for a large coil of rope which lay beneath the shadow of the turtle-deck. Here the stench, though somewhat different in quality from that of the fishbone manure, was not less noisome, and carried with it a reminiscence of Channel passages which weakened the very soul within George Mulross Demaine. But the sensation was soon swamped in one much more poignant106; this was aroused in him by the approach of two inharmonious voices, one of which was borne towards him perpetually clamouring:
“Yes ah deed!”
While the other repeated as a sort of antiphon:
“Noa ee diddun, tha silly fule!”
When this dialogue was exhausted107 the first voice[155] in a lower and much more determined tone hissed108: “Ah’ll ave im aowt!” and a large stave which might, for all Demaine knew, be a marlingspike or some other horrid109 instrument, began rummaging110 behind the coil of rope.
“T’ould man sez ef ah doan catch next ’un ee’ll skin me live!”
To this the second voice reiterated111 his certitude that his companion was a silly fool, and that he had had stowaways113 upon the brain since he was last made responsible for the presence of one of these supercargoes upon the Lily.
The voices moved away and Demaine, while he breathed somewhat more freely, was back again in his former doubt and terror.
It grew to be broad day; he heard the rattling115 of chains; the presence of men upon every hand made him but the more determined to remain in his hiding-place until he could approach the Captain in some more convenient manner than through the medium of the unfeeling and ill-educated North Countrymen who seemed to compose the crew.
He felt the great ship swinging, he could see the patch of cloud in the sky of which he had a glimpse, turning as she turned, he felt the slight throb116 of her engines; she was passing down the dock, she was out of the gate—she was almost in the river, when, to his horror ... the coil of rope which had been his bulwark93 against an unfeeling world, began slowly to uncoil at the top, with the motion of some great and[156] wicked snake that was making for its harmless prey117.
Had George Mulross attained118 that acquaintance with seafaring terms which is proper to an administrator119 of this sea-girt isle120 (and especially to a Warden121 of the Court of Dowry), he would have known that the rapidly disappearing coil before him was being used as a warping122 rope, and he would have connected the steady clank of the donkey engine which accompanied its disappearance123 with the absorption of fathom124 after fathom of what had been kindly125 shelter. But even had he known these things it is doubtful whether they would have interested him at the moment.
He crouched127 lower and lower as the coil diminished, occupying the smallest space compatible with keeping his legs tucked away behind what was left of the cable: but the Gods were deaf that morning to all prayers. The last eighteen inches of the coil’s height were reached and still the pitiless donkey engine clanked, and still the lengths went slithering away, until at last his back appeared above the element it lived in,—the unmistakable back of a human being, clothed in a ragged128 green-black coat.
To the trained and piercing eye of sailor-men the object was unmistakable, and like two cats upon one mouse his acquaintances of an hour before pounced129 upon his trembling form: the sceptical one now converted and protesting that he had been convinced[157] from the first of the stowaway112’s presence, the other in cruel triumph dragging him along the deck and threatening him with such consequences as not even the peculiar idiom of the North Country could completely veil.
With such energy as remained to him, George sprang up at the first opportunity they gave him. He had the sense not to run upon those crowded and confined decks. The button torn off his coat-collar in the scramble131 showed his bare neck and chest. Masses of grime, tar and dust streaked132 his face; his hair was most untidy, and his bootless feet were caked in mud.
“Tha wants...!” began his irate134 captor,—then plain words failed him, and he took refuge in a few oaths. The other said more quietly:
“Tha’lt see im, ladd; ow! tha’lt see im,”—and he nodded twice gravely in a manner which George would have found reassuring135 had he not already begun to suspect that the lower classes were capable of sarcasm136.
“Tha’lt see im!” he suddenly repeated with the utmost ferocity; and catching137 Demaine sharply by the back of the neck he ran him in to the semi-darkness under the bridge where, as luck would have it, the first officer in a somewhat surly mood was going down off duty.
I should over-weight these pages were I so much[158] as to attempt the language of the first officer when he cast eyes upon the unfortunate figure before him. A stowaway! It was the second time it had happened in three months.
One stammering138 attempt to make himself heard so dreadfully increased the power of this man’s passion that George perforce was silent. The first officer’s rage rose into a sort of typhoon, and had the law or even the custom of the sea permitted him to do one quarter of that with which he threatened the poor vagabond, a British ship would certainly be no fit place to live in. As a matter of fact when his tirade139 was over he confined himself to a general curse upon the town of London and its inhabitants, to a particular one directed with menace against the able seaman140 who had captured the stowaway, and at last, with directions that he should be shown to the captain when the ship was in the fairway and the anxious business of getting her out was over.
For some little time, therefore, Demaine still stood a butt57 for the occasional but half-exhausted ribaldry of his two guardians141, and not until the waterman’s boat had dropped away from alongside and the warping rope had splashed into the slime of the Thames, not until the donkey engine had clanked once more and got it aboard, horrible with all the horrors of that water, and not until the engine was going fairly and the Lily dropping swiftly down the tide, was the captain ready to sit in judgment142.
[159]Captain Higgins was a man who had made method and self-control the hinges of success in life. His Caryll’s Ganglia were all right!
Accuracy in accounts, faithfulness to employers, and strict discipline aboard, were, as he was proud of repeating, his motto. And when he heard that yet another stowaway had claimed the hospitality of the Lily, he betrayed no unusual perturbation but sat down at his little desk, and ordered the prisoner to be brought in.
George, somewhat hurriedly introduced by both arms between his now silent captors, perceived sitting at that table a sight very different from that which he had expected. He saw a very small, thin man with a little pointed143 red beard and the eyes of a weasel, wearing a well-used and somewhat dirty peaked cap, upon the front of which was embroidered144 a coat of arms long indistinguishable, and surrounded by a scroll145 of tawdry and threadbare gold braid.
This was the individual upon whom Demaine’s hopes of speedy restoration depended. He was determined not to speak first, though he was certain that the superior education of the officer would pierce through his involuntary disguise.
Captain Higgins pulled out a large, official-looking paper divided into certain mysterious compartments146, each headed with a printed rubric, and said briefly147, without looking up and with his pen ready to write:
“Name?”
“Demaine,” said George, with all the dignity he could summon.... “But——”
[160]“Silence!” commanded Captain Higgins sharply, still without looking up from the paper on which he scratched rapidly and in an official manner: “Mane.” “First name,” he chanted musingly148, his pen suspended to write further.
“George Mulross,” enunciated149 that individual, and “George Ross” went down onto the sheet.
He began once more by clearing his throat, but though he had not yet said a word, Captain Higgins looked up with such an expression in his small and unpleasing eyes as would brook150 no nonsense.
“George Ross Mane,” said he, speaking through his nose. “You have been discovered on my ship, the Lily, one thousand three hundred and twenty tons burthen, London rating, bound from London to Portland with agricultural and general cargo114.”
Captain Higgins loved these formalities.
“I have no jew-risdiction in the matter....” And here he began speaking by rote130 out of a dirty little book in which were laid down the elements of his trade: “Of-breach-of-contract-tort-replevin-stave-jury-or-execution-major-and-minor-nor-authority-to-act-savin’-always-and-exceptin’-in-such-way-as-and-whereby-discipline-accoutrement-good order-and-the-fear-of-the-Lord-proper-to-the-navigatin’-of-this-ship-from-her-departure-to-her-port-of-destination-is-concerned-wherefore-you-shall-be-fed-in-such-manner-as-shall-keep-you-livin’-until-the-next-port-or-ports-whereat-this-good-ship-may-touch-and-there-delivered-[161]to-the-Sheriff-or-his-officers-or-other-justices-of-our-Sovereign-Lord-the-King-and-of-his-peace: Take-away-the-prisoner! Gawd-save-the-King.”
This sentence, which was delivered in one breath and with the rapidity of an expert, became towards its close a torrent151 of syllables152 ending up sharp upon the word “King” as upon a bell, and followed by a stinging silence.
“I demand,” shouted George in an uncontrolled voice over his shoulder as they dragged him away.
“Put him in irons!” cried Captain Higgins as loudly as was consistent with order, discipline and self-control. “Put the —— in irons!” And after this natural exhibition of feeling (which in his heart he regretted) the navigator returned to the bridge, relieved the second officer there present, and continued to take his ship down the fairway.
In a little cubical space with iron sheeting above, below and all round, and a dirty porthole still streaked with the salt of the sea, the prospective154 Warden of the Court of Dowry sat upon the floor in a despondent155 mood.
There was already a slight swell156 upon the vessel157; his dungeon158 was far forward and he felt it to the full. They had brought him some detestable mess or other in a battered159 pannikin at noon. He had sent it away untasted. Whither they were taking him, what would[162] be his fate, had formed for too many hours the subject of his speculations160.
The movement of the ship was beginning to drive even these gloomy considerations from his mind. He had already discovered two things: first that the term “irons” was a purely161 conventional one; and signified no more than that his harsh treatment might be made indefinitely severe. Secondly162, that he was permitted to communicate with an extraordinarily163 lop-sided boy of some fifteen years who acted as general drudge164 in the ship and was deputed to bring him his food from the galley165. He was about to discover a third feature in his new life.
A person evidently containing mixed the blood of the Caucasian and of the Negroid races approached him in his confinement166 and ordered him in broken English to follow up on deck.
The sea air revived him somewhat, but George was far from well when the half-breed, kicking towards him a lump of something which reminded poor Demaine of a diseased brick, a bucket of dirty water and a large and peculiarly evil mop, bade him scrub.
But George’s first attempts at this new trade were such that his overseer after looking at him first in astonishment and then in anger, assured him that any lack of good-will would necessarily be followed by some form of physical compulsion, the which, so far as his victim could gather from the torrent of broken English, would probably consist in a larruping with the rope’s end.
[163]Doggedly and despairingly the poor fellow scrubbed away. He scrubbed perhaps too hard; at any rate he produced a patch of surpassing brilliance167 though of exiguous168 dimensions; and as the result of his efforts turned faint and ill with something worse than sea-sickness. He rose from his knees and tottered169 to his legs, and began aimlessly swabbing the odd patch of cleanliness with which he had diversified170 the beastly decks of the Lily.
But the friend and brother (if I may so term the Eurafrican) could bear no more, and seizing the unstable171 landsman by the arm he thrust him, stumbling, down the stairway, and locked him again into his cell.
The exhaustion172 of nature had caused the unfortunate politician to fall into a troubled doze173, when he was aroused by a gentle kick, and saw before him the boy, the battered pannikin, a piece of bread which had unfortunately dropped upon the deck aft of the funnel174 on its way, and, within the tin, a peculiarly loathsome175 liquid compound upon which, like the magic island of Delos, floated at large a considerable glob of fat.
“I don’t want it,” said George feebly, “take it away.”
To his surprise—if surprise is not too strong a word for the faint emotions that still stirred him, the boy began, as the conventional term goes, to look ugly.
“Na yer dahn’t!” he said, “yer dahn’t gemme inter126 trouble, yer brute176! Yer gort them two Newcastle[164] men inter trouble, and the myte seyes yer nearly gort im. And yer gort Blacky inter trouble; yer dahn’t ger me! Yer gottereatit!”
“I can’t!” again said George feebly.
“Yer gottereatit!” repeated the boy, with that dogged assumption of authority which so ill fits the young. “By Gawd, if yer get cookie inter trouble, I’ll ave the next watch dahn an’ they’ll skin yer.”
“Throw it away,” said George, “there’s a good boy. Throw it overboard. I’ll make it all right in the long run,” he added, nodding encouragingly.
The boy looked doubtful. “I dursent,” he said sullenly177. “Sides which, ow’ll yer myke it all roight?”
“Never you mind,” whispered George mysteriously. “You leave me the bread—I might try that ... the clean part,” he added after a sudden wave of nausea—“but chuck the rest, there’s a good lad. I can’t bear it.” His whisper almost rose to a little scream.... “I can’t bear to look at it.”
The boy still continued to eye him doubtfully and contemptuously.
“Yer cawn’t myke it all roight!” he said, but he bethought him that if the wretched prisoner could not eat he should catch it from the cook just the same, and that his own interest lay in the disposal of the garbage. He drank a good swill178 of it himself—he was not over-fed on the Lily,—went up on deck for a moment,—and George could hear the splash as the horror went overboard.
[165]In a moment the boy had returned.
“Yer ought ter be griteful,” he said, “I’ve sived yer a lickin.”
“Thank you,” said George warmly, with his mouth full. He had found himself able to munch179 the bread, and it did him good.
The boy lingered; he took the same interest in the stowaway that he might have taken in an animal at the Zoological Gardens, and the episode broke the monotony of his fourth voyage.
“Yer’ll ketch it at Parham!” he said in a cheery tone.
George did not understand. “Why Parham?” he asked weakly.
“Coz that’s where they’ll land yer. That’s where they’ll put yer shore. They’ll ave the cops there roight on the quay wytin for yer, and they’ll put yer ahverboard in the little dinghy, they wull: they wahn’t thrah yer bundle arter ye, anforwhoy? acause yer am’t got none. But they’ll send one of th’ orficers and ee’ll and yer ahver ter th’ cops, and ee’ll sye: ‘ee’s been very vilent’—that’s what ee’ll sye; that’s what they said wiv the larst un; and they clapped th’ darbies on im ... saw em meself,” continued the boy most untruthfully. Then not knowing his man and going a step too far, he continued: “Ee was ung, ee was: ung in Lewes Gaol,” he ended, to give the story point and finish.
The poor pedantry180 of maps does not weigh upon the governing classes of this country, and Demaine might have had some difficulty in answering in an[166] examination exactly where Parham lay, but he knew that it was on the south coast, he knew one reached it easily in an hour or two from London, because he had gone to golf there. He knew that there was a good motor track between the harbour and Highcliff, and altogether Parham sounded to him like an echo from now forgotten, dearer, and long dead days. He affected181 indifference182.
“Well,” he said, “it’s all the same to me.”
“Ah,” said the boy, not ready to relinquish183 the delicious morsel184, “sah yer sye! Ut wahn’t be th’ syme tomorrermornin’.”
“Do you mean,” said George, with—what might seem in such a man impossible—a touch of cunning lent him by adversity, “Do you mean that this old tub can make Parham in twenty-four hours?”
“I dunno bout7 arhs,” said the boy surlily, “an’ she’s norr a tub either” (for they have a curious loyalty185 to their temporary homes), “but it’s a dy’s run. Any fool knahs that,” he added courteously186.
George dared not betray the hope that was rising in his heart. Luckily for him the boy volunteered his next information.
“We’re orf Long Nahse now,” he said, “but I dunno bout th’ toide outsoide.”
“No?” said George, merely desiring to prolong this all-important conversation.
“Nah: I dahn’t, I tell yer!” said the boy defiantly187, “nor there’s norr many does. I’ll lye yer dahn’t yerself.”
[167]At this stage of the conversation and just as an awkward pause interrupted it, a new terror struck the boy.
“Oh chise me!” he said, “look at yer tin!”
“What’s the matter?” asked George as he peered into the empty tin.
“It’s gorn empty,” whimpered the boy.
“Well,” said George, his spirits already improved by the news of Parham, “what of it?”
“Whoy,” said the unhappy scullion, “Whoy, yer cuddenever empty that tin—they’ll foind me aht!” he said, and began to sniffle. “Wort are yer to empty it wiv, yer fool? Yer eyn’t got a spoon!”
“Say I licked it,” said George with attempted humour.
“They’d blieve ut of yer,” said the boy viciously, “ye’re nothin but a woilbeast! Gettin us all inter trouble!” He sniffled. “Ye’re a curse on th’ ship, that’s wort you are, an I blieve she’ll founder188. I blieve she’ll stroike in th’ noight and go to Ell. You’ll be drahwnded, anyow!” he viciously added as he restrained his tears in prospect153 of the wrath189 to come.
But the thought of safety which the mention of Parham had brought revived George, and he bore no ill-will. “Look here,” he said, “I’ll swab it out with my bread and they’ll think I cleaned it up, but it’s on condition that you chuck the bread overboard,” he added.
The boy accepted the pact190 and was comforted. It[168] was a cheap act of kindness, but he hoped it might stand him in good stead a few hours later.
The June night fell gradually upon the sea, the slight swell dropped to something almost imperceptible. Through his miserable191 porthole George could see great sheets of moonlight playing upon the easy surface, and there was no noise but the regular thud of the engine.
He fell into a profound sleep.
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176 brute | |
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181 affected | |
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182 indifference | |
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183 relinquish | |
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184 morsel | |
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185 loyalty | |
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186 courteously | |
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187 defiantly | |
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188 Founder | |
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