“God save you, Master Bluett, or I should say ‘Cap’n Bluett,’” he began. “The very man I wanted for to see.”
“Who’s been clawing you?” asked the Excise4 Officer.
“Who but the Dowl’s own anointed? You heard the tantara in the tap-room? Well, ’twas upon an aged5 piece like me they varmints falled like heathen wolves. Look here!”
He lifted his patch and showed a pale blue eye p. 334set in a bruise6 as black as ink. Thus seen it suggested a jackdaw’s.
“Jonathan Godbeer’s hand done that—the Lord judge un! Wi’ his bullock’s fist he knocked me down, ’cause I withstood un to his face, like the prophet withstood David.”
“Ban’t no quarrel of mine,” said Mr. Bluett, “though if all I hear be true, me an’ Godbeer may fall out afore the world’s much older.”
“Ess—if you’m honest, you’ll fall out wi’ him. ’Twas honesty brought me these cruel bruises7. When you’d gone, I rose in my wrath8 an’ axed un how he dared to lie to you so open; then he smote9 me.”
Mr. Bluett’s natural probity10 here led him into unwisdom.
“To be plain,” he said, “I haven’t heard no very good account of you neither.”
“Ah, ’tis so hard to get away from one’s sins! I’ll be honest, Cap’n, same as you be,” answered Mr. Cramphorn. “I doan’t deny but I’ve been a free-trader in my time, though ’twas little enough ever I made by it but a score on the wrong side of the Book o’ Life. But I’ve long been weary of ill-doing and be set ’pon the right road this many years, as Parson Yates will tell ’e. ’Twas for the cause of right I got these blows—same as Paul his stripes—an’ though I’ve been that man’s friend in time past, now I’m gwaine to take vengeance11 p. 335against un, an’ next time I hears tell of his games, you’ll be the fust to know it.”
“That will suit me very well,” answered Bluett.
“An’ I ax you to back me up an’ protect me henceforth in the King’s name,” continued Johnny. “To think of a man as would wallop an old blid like me! No better’n a murderer—there he is now! Doan’t you go away from me till he’ve passed us by.”
Jonathan Godbeer walked along the quay to the boats. He scowled12 at old Cramphorn and touched his hat to the officer.
“Marnin’, sir! I see thicky old rat have got ’e by the ear. I thrashed un last night, ancient though he be, for calling me a smuggler13 afore the company; an’ I’ll thrash un every time he dares to do the like. Take care how you put your trust in him, for the Faither of Lies be a fule to that man. He never done nobody a gude turn in’s life; though he’ll get a gude turn yet hisself when the cart goes from under him an’ leaves him dancin’ ’pon a rope. I warn ’e against un for all his white beard!”
Jonathan grinned at his own prophecy and departed; Cramphorn shook his fist and chattered14 curses; and Mr. Bluett went upon this way. He was puzzled but not ill-pleased.
“When thieves fall out, honest men come by theer own,” he reflected, and returned to breakfast.
p. 336Jenifer Pearn waited upon him at his meal and took occasion to give Mr. Bluett yet another version of the brawl15 that had troubled his slumbers16 over night; but as she loved Merry Jonathan, her story redounded17 little to the smuggler’s discredit18.
“They all want to be your friends,” she explained; “but, except my Jonathan, theer ban’t a pin to choose among ’em. He’m honest as daylight.”
Mr. Bluett thereupon changed the subject and trusted that Jenifer was none the worse for her fright. The girl had a dark, keen face, was built generously and evidently enjoyed unusual physical strength for a woman. Yet the old sailor recollected19 that she had been no more than a pleasant armful for her future husband.
“I be well again,” she said, “yet I wish I hadn’t seen no such dreadful contrivance, I’m sure. ’Tis a very sad thing, an’ mother sez how Parson Yates did ought to be axed to faace they phantoms20 in the name of the Lord wi’ a bell, a book an’ a cannel, ’cordin’ to the right an’ holy way in such matters. But Gran’faither Newte an’ Toby Pearn, my great-uncle, an’ a gude few other auld21 parties say that Lady Emma’s funeral be the chiefest glory of Daleham an’ ’twould be a thousand pities to go an’ lay it wi’ a bit of parson’s work.”
The officer was interested.
“For my part,” he said, “I think if the poor soul p. 337killed herself two hundred years ago, ’tis time her was laid peaceful an’ reg’lar as by law appointed. ’Tis all us can do for ghostes; to lay ’em; an’ even then it axes a clergyman. An’ the holiest have got to mind theer p’s an’ q’s, for, make a mistake, an’ so like as not they’m tored to pieces for their trouble.”
“I’d rather not hear tell no more about it,” answered Jenifer, shivering and looking uneasily about her. “But this I knaw; Parson Yates ban’t the man for the job—so meek22 as Moses he be, an’ would run from a goose, let alone a ghostey.”
“If ’tis proved his duty, he’ve got to faace it, however,—same as all of us has got to faace our duty,” declared Mr. Bluett.
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