Thus certain incidents that shortly thereafter happened are to the point, for although they appeared of little moment at the time, they turned the tide of men's lives and made a stir that has to do with the current of my tale.
Now the men of the Rose of Devon sighted a sail at high noon when they were a week on their way south, and though she showed her heels and ran, and though the Rose of Devon lacked her mizzenmast, the strange vessel7 was but a small pink and so slow that they laid her aboard two hours before dark. In her crew she had only a dozen men, and sorely frightened they were, as they tossed in the lee of the dark frigate8. So to save themselves from a more cruel fate there was scarcely one of them but leaped at the chance to join the Rose of Devon's crew. They tumbled up their small cargo9 of salt fish for Bilbao and hoisted10 it on board the ship, together with their shallop, and casting their pink adrift, they forbore from complaining when their new master and his men stole whatever pleased them, from the new men's rings and knives to the very clothes on their backs. So, with her plunder11 and her recruits, the Rose of Devon again squared her yards and continued on her course.
There was, to be sure, one fellow of mean spirit who whined12 dolefully, upon conceiving his present extremity13 to be distasteful. But another got comfort by knocking him on the head when no one was looking; and finding him dead, the Old One hove him over-board and there was no further trouble from the fishermen.
Yet it was no secret that there was grumbling14 and complaining forward among the gentlemen of the Rose of Devon, so the Old One sent the boatswain to summon them aft when the watches were changing.
He leaned against the swivel gun on the quarter-deck, and looking down into their faces, smiled disagreeably. "It hath come to my ears," said he, "that one hath a sad tale to tell because we failed to take the Porcupine15, which, though a mere16 ketch, outnumbered us in guns and men. And another hath a sad tale to tell because this pink that late became our prize is small and of little worth, though we got from her eleven brave fellows who shall be worth a store of fine gold." He looked from one of his men to another, for they were all there,—Martin and the cook, and Philip Marsham and Will Canty, and Paul Craig and Joe Kirk, the one-eyed carpenter and the rest,—and his thin face settled into the many wrinkles that had got him his name. There was none of them, unless it might be Harry17 Malcolm or Old Jacob, who could say surely at one time or another what thoughts were uppermost in Tom Jordan's shrewd head.
"Come, now, my hearts of gold," he cried, "let us have an end of such folly18. Said I not that these northern fisheries were meat for crows? And that we must go south to find prey19 for eagles? We will choose a fine harbour by some green island where there's rich fruit for the picking and fat fish for the catching20, and we will build there a town of our own. We will take toll21 from the King of Spain's ships; we will take us wives and women and gold and wine from the dons of the islands and the main. Yea, we will lay up a great store of riches and live in fullness of bread and abundance of idleness."
Some were pleased, but some doubted still, which the Old One perceiving, for he read their faces, cried, "Nay22, speak up, speak up! Let us have no fair-protesting friends with hollow and undermining hearts."
"Yea, it is a fair tale," cried one, in a surly voice, "but thus far we have blows to show for our pains—blows and a kettle of fish."
"And methinks," another growled23, "we shall see more of salt fish and buccaned meat, than of fine wines and gold and handsome women."
"'Tis a swinish thought," the Old One retorted; but he smiled when he said it, so that they took no offense24, for of such grumbling he had no fear. He was set to catch a bird of quite another feather.
Then old Jacob rose and they were silent to hear him. "Let us make an end of talk," said he slowly. "We are on our way south and to stop or turn aside would be nothing but foolishness." And with that, although they had expected him to say more, he turned away.
Then, of a sudden, "Come, Will," the Old One cried, singling out his man from all the rest, "what say you?"
If Will Canty's face changed at all, it was a whit25 the paler as he met the Old One's eyes. "I say," he replied, "that since we have fish on board, we are sure of fish and would do well to eat fish ere we lose it."
"There is sooth in thy words," quoth the Old One, and he smiled in friendly wise. (But despite his smile, he liked the words little, as any shrewd man might have known by his eyes, and Will Canty was no fool.) "Come, cook, and boil us a great kettle of fish."
"For our much voyaging and many pains," cried the men, as they went about their work, "we have got a kettle of fish." And they laughed mightily27, for though it was the very thing that before had made them grumble28, now they saw it as a droll29 affair and made of it many jests, of which a few were good and more bad, after the manner of jests.
As for the cook, he called his mate and bade him break out a drum of fish and set a kettle to boil, and cuffed30 him this way and that, till the poor fellow's ears were swollen31.
And the Old One said to Harry Malcolm, "Saw you not how deftly32 the fellow twisted out of the corner, and with a sly remark that no one can take amiss? Oh, he is a slippery dog and I am minded to cut his throat out of hand!"
"Now, that would be very foolish, for where there's one of them, there's always two, and the one will toll the other on until there are two dogs by the heels instead of one."
At that the Old One laughed harshly, and the two, who were after a left-handed fashion uncommonly33 congenial, went off well pleased with their conceit34.
Down in the hold the kettle boiled right merrily, and the cook swelled35 with pride that he had a mate to carry and fetch. He cuffed the poor fellow this way, and he cuffed him that. He threw a pan at him when the fire smoked worse than common, and he thrust a fistful of flour into his face and down his neck when he let the fire lag. He flung him his length on the floor for spilling a pint36 of water; and when in despair the lad fled for his life, the cook seized him by the hair and haled him back and put a long knife at his breast and swore to have his heart's blood. Oh, the cook was in a rare and merry mood, for he had drunk more sack than was good for him from the cask he had marked as his own; but as he had waxed exceeding gay and haughty37, the sack had dulled his wits and he was drunker than he knew.
"Come, thou pig! Thou son of a swine!" he yelled. "Ladle out the fish and choose of the best for the cabin. Yea, choose in abundance and summon the master's boy and bid him haste. And do thou bestir thyself and carry to the men." And with that, he fetched the poor fellow a blow on his head, which knocked him off his feet.
The fellow ran to do the work and the cook, in vast satisfaction at having so well acquitted38 himself, sat down with a goblet39 of sack and tippled and nodded, and kept an ill-tempered eye on the master's boy and his own, as with shrewd fear of broken heads they scurried40 back and forth.
"It is most wonderful excellent sack," quoth the cook, and with his sleeve he mopped his fiery41 bald head. "It was by a happy stroke I marked it for my own. Truly, I had rather be cook than master, for here I sit with mine eye upon the cabin stores, from which I can choose and eat at will, and the captain, nay, the Lord High Admiral of England, is himself none the wiser. Fish, sayest thou? Nay, fish is at best a poor man's food. I will have none of it." And thus he ran on foolishly, forgetting as he drank sack, that there was no one to hear him, not even his mate. "Truly, I am a wonderful excellent cook. I may in time become a captain. I may even become the governor of a plantation42 and take for a wife some handsome Spanish woman with a wonderful rich dowry. She must have an exceeding rich dowry if she will marry me, though. Yea, I am a wonderful excellent cook." And the more he drank the more foolish he became.
After a while, he cocked his head upon one side; and quoth he, "I hear them calling and shouting! It seemeth they are singing huzza for me. I hear them coming down to do me honour. Truly, I am a most wonderful excellent cook and the fish hath pleased them well. Foolish ones that they are to eat it!"
The silly fellow sat with his head on one side and smiled when they burst in upon him. "Hast come for more fish?" he cried. "Yonder stands the kettle. Nay, what's that? What's that thou sayest? Nay, fellow, th' art mad? Thou know'st not to whom thou speakest."
"Fool! Knave43! Scoundrel! Swine!" they yelled. "Oh, such a beating as thy fat carcase will get. Hear you not the uproar44? Think you to cozzen us?"
With that they seized him, two by the head and two by the feet, and dragged him to the ladder. They threw a rope about him and knotted it fast and tossed the ends to men at the hatch above, who hauled him, squealing45 and kicking like an old hog46, up on deck. To the cabin they dragged him, with all the men shrieking47 curses at him and pelting48 him with chunks50 of fish, and in the cabin they stood him before the table where the Old One and Harry Malcolm sat, and very angry were they all.
"Dog of a cook," said the Old One, "for a relish51 to conclude our meal, we shall see thee eat of this fish that the boy hath brought us." And he thrust before the cook a great dish. "Eat it, every shred52, bones and all," said he, "or I'll have thee butchered and boiled in place of it."
"Why, now," said the cook, somewhat sobered by rough handling and a trifle perplexed53, but for all that still well pleased with himself, "as for the bones, they are liable to scrape a man's throat going down. I am reluctant to eat bones. But the meat is good. I rejoice to partake of it, for so diligently54 have I laboured to prepare it that I have denied myself, yea, though I hungered greatly."
"Eat," said the Old One and widely he grinned.
Looking suspiciously about him, for there was something in their manner that he failed to understand, the cook thrust his hand into the dish and took from it a great slice of fish, which he crammed56 into his mouth.
"Eat," said the Old One, "eat, O thou jewel among cooks!"
A curious look came over the cook's face and he raised his hand as if to take the fish out of his mouth.
"Nay, swallow it down," said the Old One. "Be not sparing. There is abundance in the dish. Yea, thou shalt stand there eating for a long time to come." And though he smiled, his look made it plain that he was in no trifling57 mood.
The cook turned pale and choked and gasped58. "Water!" he cried thickly, for his mouth was too full for easy speech.
Prodigious61 were the gulps62 by which the cook succeeded at last in swallowing his huge mouthful, and great was his distress63, for the salt in it nearly choked him. "Water, water!" he weakly cried. "Nay, temper thine heart with mercy, master! I beg for water—I beseech64 for water."
"Eat on," said the Old One grimly.
Then Harry Malcolm chuckled65 and the men in the door roared with laughter, but the cook plunked down on his fat knees and thrust out both his hands. "Nay, master, I cannot hold it down!"
"Eat on, O jewel among cooks!"
"Nay, master—"
Three of them seized him, and one, when he shut tight his mouth, thrust a knife between his teeth.
"Blub-bub-blah!" he yelled. "I'll eat! I'll eat!"
They let him go and he rose and ate. Time and again he gasped for water and they laughed; time and again he lagged and the Old One cried, "Eat on!" When at last he stood miserably66 in front of the empty dish, the Old One said, "For a day and a night shalt thou sit in bilboes with a dry throat, which will be a lesson to learn thee two things: first, before cooking a kettle of fish, do thou bear it well in mind to soak out the salt so that the fish be fit for food; and second, by way of common prudence67, do thou sample for thyself the dishes that are cooked for the cabin."
They haled him forward and locked the shackles68 on his feet and placed beside him a great dish of the fish, that whoever wished might pelt49 him with it; and there they left him to repent69 of his folly and forswear drunkenness and whimper for water.
As the weary hours passed, the sun tormented70 him in his insufferable thirst; but nightfall in a measure brought relief and he nodded in the darkness and fell asleep.
Waking, he would rub his head, which sadly throbbed71 and would seek by gulping72 to ease his parched73 throat; and sleeping again, he would dream of great buckets of clear water. The voices that he heard buzzed in his ears as if they were the droning of flies, and hunching74 himself down in his shackles at one end of the iron bar, he forgot the world and was forgotten, since his fat carcase lay inertly75 in a black shadow and there was nothing to make a man keep him in mind.
He heard at last a voice saying, "But nevertheless it becomes you to walk lightly and carefully," and another replying, "I fear him not, for all his subtle ways. Much that goes on escapes him."
He stirred uneasily, and opening his eyes, saw that there were two men leaning side by side against the forecastle.
"In the matter of wit, you grant him less than his due," said the first speaker. "And in another matter you charge him with a heavier burden than he needs bear."
The cook stirred and groaned76 and the first speaker chuckled, at which the cook's gorge77 rose from anger.
"O jewel among cooks!" one of the two called softly, and the unhappy man knew by the voice that the speaker was Philip Marsham.
Naming no names and talking in roundabout phrases as people do when they wish one to know their meaning and another not to, the two continued with no heed78 at all to the cook, whom they thought a mere drunken lout79. And indeed, their undertones were scarcely audible; but anger sharpened the cook's ears and his wits, and he lay and ruminated80 over such chance sentences as he got.
"It puzzled me from the first," said the other, "to see how easily you bore with your comrade of the road."
"Why, he is a good soul in his way."
"Nay, it is a wonder to me that a lad with your nice notions ever found his way to sea," Phil retorted.
"And I might never have gone, had not Captain Francis Candle been my godfather."
"As for me, I have seen both sides of life; and, but for a certain thing that happened, I might be well enough contented82 where I am."
"And that?"
Phil hesitated, for though they had talked freely, as young men will, the question searched a side of Phil's life to which as yet he had given no clue. "Why," said he, lowering his voice, "for one thing, I saw for the first time my own grandfather; and for another, I saw a certain old knight83 who quite won my fancy from such a man as a certain one we know. Come, let us stroll together." And as they walked the deck that night, arm in arm, Phil told his companion what his life had been and what it might have been, and mentioned, in passing, the girl at the inn.
Left to his miseries84 and his thoughts, of which the first were little better company than the second, the woeful cook turned over and over in his fat head such fragments of their talk as he had succeeded in overhearing, and to say truth, he made little more out of it all than the speakers had intended. But his parched throat teased his wits to greater effort, and being come to such a state that he would have bartered85 his immortal86 soul for water, had chance offered, he bethought him of a plan by which, if luck held good, he might escape from his shackles.
The moment for which he waited was a long time coming and he suffered a great variety of increasing miseries before it arrived; but when the watches changed, he saw among the men newly arrived on deck his erstwhile dearest friend, and somewhat reluctantly forgiving his dear friend for belabouring him over the head with a whole salt fish, the cook softly called the man by name.
The fellow came snickering, which made it none the easier to bespeak87 his aid; but the cook nevertheless swallowed his wrath88 as well as with his dry throat he could, and whispered to the fellow that he must make haste and tell the master there was news to be imparted in secret.
At this the fellow held up his hand with thumb thrust between first and second fingers.
"Give me no fico," wailed89 the most excellent cook. "Nay, I have stumbled upon a black and hidden matter. Go thou, and in haste, and it will pay thee well."
For a time they bickered90 in the dark, but there was in the cook's despair a sincerity91 that finally made the fellow believe the tale; and finding, upon stealing aft, that there was still a light in the great cabin, he mustered92 up his courage and knocked.
"Enter," cried a hard voice.
The fellow opened the door and peeped in and found the Old One sitting alone at the table. Glancing hastily about, and the more alarmed to meet the cold eye of Harry Malcolm who lay on the great bed in the corner of the cabin, he closed the door at his back and whispered, "He swears it's true—that there's foul93 work afoot. 'Tis the cook who hath told me—yea, and hath bade me tell you. He would say no more—the cook, I mean."
"Oh, my good friend, our most excellent cook!" Meditating94, the Old One looked the fellow up and down. "Here," said he, "strike off his shackles and send him in with the key." And he threw the fellow the key to the locks.
After a while the cook came weakly in and shut the door behind him and, throwing the key on the table, fell into a chair.
"Ah," said the Old One, "what is this tale I have heard news of?"
"Water!" gasped the cook. For though he had managed, by pausing at the butt95 on his way, to drink nearly a quart, he had no mind the Old One should know of it.
The Old One smiled. "Go, drink, if thy tale be worth it; but mind, if I deem thy tale not worth it, thou shalt pay with a drop of blood for every drop of water."
The cook shot a doubting glance at the Old One, but went none the less, and came back wiping his lips.
"Have at thy tale," said the Old One.
There was a quaver in the cook's voice, for he was by no means sure of how great a tale he could make, and the master's face gave him small encouragement, for from the beginning of the tale to the end the Old One never altered his cold, cruel smile.
"It was the boatswain and young Canty," he said.
"Ah!"
"They was leaning on the forecastle and walking the deck arm in arm and talking of one thing and another."
"And what did they say?"
"They talked about some one's slow wit—I could not make sure whose, for they scoffed96 at me bitterly—and Canty was bepuzzled by the boatswain's ways, and he wanted him to do something or other."
"Go on." The Old One, grinning coldly, leaned back and watched the labouring cook, who wracked his few brains to make a worthier97 story.
"Nay, but I heard little else. Yet, said I, the master must know at all costs."
"What a thick head is thine and how easily seen through and through!" The Old One laughed. "Think you all this is worth a second thought? I am of the mind to have you skinned and salted. But I forgive you, since I have a milkish heart that is easy moved to pity. Get you down to your berth98 and sleep."
The cook departed in haste, but with a fleeting99 glance at Harry Malcolm whom he feared less only than the master. He was aware that for some reason he did not understand, his broken tale had served his purpose.
When he had gone the Old One turned about. "You heard him. What think you?" said he.
From the great bed in the corner, Harry Malcolm raised his head and laughed silently. "Our able cook was hard pressed for an excuse to get out of his ankle rings. Did you hear him slopping at the butt the first time passing? As for his tale, we know what we knew, and no more."
"'Slow wits'! I wonder."
"At Baracao we shall see," said Harry Malcolm. "Neither one nor a dozen can harm us before we raise land."
"And after raising land, which by God's mercy will be soon now, we shall see whose wits will nick first when the edges crack together."
The Old One stretched and yawned and Harry Malcolm softly laughed.
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