"You have not been a failure; there are very few better riders in England than yourself. Do not be offended at my question. Are you short of money? Is that the reason?"
"The principal reason, and a very good one. I have always been short of money."
"Why not ride as a professional jockey? You would find plenty of employment and make a heap of money."
"I should not mind it at all for myself," he replied.
"And who else have you to consider?"
"Some one very dear to me; I cannot tell you who it is."
"I think I can guess," replied the trainer smiling. He had noticed how Jack2 and Winifred were attached to each other.
"Please do not try, but if you know, keep it to yourself. I must make money—do something—and there is no chance for me here."
"You will not be going for a month or two?" asked Caleb anxiously.
"No, not for two or three months."
"I am glad of that; you'll be able to ride Topsy Turvy again at Lewes, and win on him, I hope."
"Is Sir Lester going to run him again in the Southdown Welter?"
"Yes, and of course, you must ride."
"I shall be delighted," replied Jack. "It will probably be my last mount in the old country, for many a long year."
"What country are you bound for?" asked Caleb.
"I do not know at present."
"I have a brother in Sydney, in New South Wales. He has done well there; he trains horses at Randwich, and I am sure if you met him, that is, if you go to Australia, he would make you welcome. He might be able to give you a wrinkle, put you in the way of making a living. He was always a shrewd sharp fellow; I have not heard from him for some time, but I know he is still there," said Caleb.
"If I decide upon Australia, I shall be only too pleased to meet him."
"His name is Joel, and if you decide to go there, I will write to him about you."
"Thanks," replied Jack, "it is always nice to meet a friend in the midst of strangers."
Jack Redland was often at Lewes, and rode gallops3 on the downs for the trainer. After their conversation he had a spin on Topsy Turvy, who went remarkably4 well, and he wondered if he was to win another race on him before he left.
From Lewes he went up to London, and called at several shipping5 offices. As he came out of the Orient Line offices and walked along Fenchurch Street, he met an old schoolfellow named Harry6 Marton, whom he had lost sight of for some years.
Harry Marton had been his particular chum at school, and when he left he entered the stockbrokers8' office of Marton and Shrew, his father being the senior partner. He tried to persuade Jack to join him there, but he declined, giving as his reason that he could not bear to be cooped up in the city. After this their ways lay far apart, and they seldom came across each other.
Jack saw his former comrade looked anything but prosperous; in fact, like himself, he was evidently down on his luck. A hearty9 greeting passed between them, and Harry said—
"You look as though you were doing well; I am sorry to say I have had a very rough time of it. No doubt you heard of the firm's failure. The poor old governor, it completely broke him up, and he died penniless, and I firmly believe heartbroken. His partner swindled him right and left, and to make matters worse, involved the firm in some very shady transactions. I warned my father, but he had such confidence in Shrew that he took no notice of what I said. It would have been better for him had he done so. We might have saved something from the wreck10 when the crash came."
"I am awfully11 sorry to hear it," replied Jack; "but you are mistaken as to my state of prosperity. I assure you I have not a penny to bless myself with, but I have some very good friends."
"Which I am sorry to say I have not," replied Harry. "Curious we should meet here. I wonder if you have been on the same errand as myself?"
"I have been to the Orient office to see about a passage to Sydney."
"And I have been on a similar errand, but not to the same office. I have had the offer of a passage out to Western Australia, to Fremantle. It is not a crack steamer by any means, but I don't mind that. When I arrive there I am certain of employment. You'll laugh when I tell you what it is."
"How strange we should meet here," replied Jack.
"It is, very curious; it must be five or six years since I saw you last."
"Quite that; it is a coincidence we ought not to overlook. How would it do for us to go out together?"
"It would be splendid, but Fremantle is a long way from Sydney, I believe."
"We cannot talk here; let us go into Carter's and have a chat," said Harry.
They entered the quiet, modest dining-rooms, and secured a table in a corner, away from the busy throng12 of city men, who were hurriedly discussing their luncheons14.
"It always amuses me to watch the city man in here," said Jack. "He has not a minute to spare, and his food disappears with lightning-like rapidity. I wonder if it does him any good, or if he has the faintest idea of what he is eating."
"In your clerking days?" said Jack.
"Yes, we never had much time to spare; it's different now. There is too much time and too little money."
Jack saw his friend was hungry, and ordered a substantial meal, which he was glad he had cash enough to pay for.
"I have not had such a good feed for many a long day," said Harry Marton with a sigh of regret that luncheon13 was at last over.
"It has been as bad as that?" said Jack.
"Yes, and occasionally I have had to starve for twelve hours. There is no man I have more pity for than the clerk out of work. He has to look respectable, or there is no chance of obtaining a situation; and when he gets work, his pay is miserably16 small. I assure you, Jack, I have tramped the city until I am sick of the whole thing. Nothing but refusals, even from men I knew when in my father's office. I wonder why parents are so anxious to bring up their children to respectable starvation. I have seen scores of good fellows dining off a piece of bread and a cup of tea, when a square meal would have been a Godsend to them. I think it is false pride in many cases; there's too much of the 'gentlemanly occupation' in this world."
"You speak from experience, I know very little about it," replied Jack, "but I can quite believe all you say. Tell me how you came to think of going to the colonies."
"Four or five years ago a man who hailed from Western Australia walked into our office. His name was Barry Tuxford, and he had been on the goldfields in that colony and made what he called a pile. He was a jovial17, free and easy fellow, and he took a fancy to me. I showed him round town, and we had some very good times indeed. He got our firm to do some business for him, which panned out very well. When he returned he told me before he sailed, that if ever I wished to go out to Western Australia, I was to write to him to an address he gave me at Fremantle. I promised to do so, but at that time I never thought there was any chance of making use of him. I lost the address, but I remembered the man, and that the town was Fremantle, so I risked it and wrote to him there. A fortnight ago I received his reply. He wrote that it was lucky Barry Tuxford was well known, or he would never have received the letter. He was sorry to hear of my misfortunes, said he recollected18 our jaunts19 around town, and proposed I should join him out there. 'We can do with a few smart fellows like you,' he said, 'and if you have a mate you can bring him with you; so much the better.' He then went on to say if I decided20 to go to Fremantle, I must take his letter to the owners of the steamer 'Golden Land,' and they would give me a passage out."
"Very good of him," said Jack, "You will probably mend your fortunes in the company of such a man. What are you to do when you arrive there?"
"That is the funny part of the business. He wants me to go with his pearling schooner21, and some other boats, to a place I think he calls Shark's Bay. I am to be a sort of supercargo and general hand, I suppose, but what the deuce can he expect me to know about pearls and pearl fishing?" said Harry Marton.
"A man like that will soon teach you your work, and it must be a jolly interesting occupation, although, of course, there will be plenty of roughing it," replied Jack. "I should not mind it in the least."
Harry Marton looked at his friend, noticed his spruce appearance, and smiled.
"I don't think it would suit you, Jack. It's different with me, a case of Hobson's choice. Where Shark's Bay is I have not the faintest idea."
"We'll hunt it up on the map."
"There is no harm in asking," said Jack, and called the waiter.
"Hatlas, sir? No, sir, the gents as come here has no time to look at a hatlas. The only part of the earth they care about lies within a radius24 of a mile round Carter's. They may have seen a hatlas at school, sir, but, bless you, it would be so much waste paper here."
They laughed, and Harry Marton said—
"I thought as much; anyway, it matters little where Shark's Bay is. I have no doubt I shall eventually be landed, or stranded25, there."
"I thought pearl fishing was about worked out in Australia," said Jack.
"It cannot be, or Barry Tuxford would not have a hand in it. He's far too cute to tackle anything that is worked out, or likely to be, while he is in it."
"He asked you to take a friend. Suppose I join you?"
"You!" exclaimed Harry, delighted. "You don't mean it, that would be too much of a good thing. The 'Golden Land' is not the sort of steamer you would care to travel in; there's none of the luxuries of a liner on her. She's a cargo22 boat."
"We were at the same school and that was good enough for us. Why should the same steamer not be equally suitable? I am looking forward to roughing it, and may as well commence with the 'Golden Land.' At any rate, it is worth risking in order to have your company."
"Of course, if you really mean it, I shall be very pleased, and the passage can easily be fixed26 up."
"When does she sail?" asked Jack.
"At the end of the month if she has a full cargo, which she is almost sure to have."
Jack thought of Lewes Races and his mount on Topsy Turvy. If the "Golden Land" did not sail until then he would not miss the chance of winning again.
"I am going to ride in a race at Lewes, one of Sir Lester Dyke's horses, and you must come down and see it. There may be a chance of winning a few pounds to help us on our way."
"I have seen your name in the paper," said Harry, "and often envied you. I wish I could ride well. It will be very useful to you in the colonies. I am afraid my funds will not allow of my travelling to Lewes."
"I'll see to that. If we go out to seek our fortunes together we will have one common purse."
Harry Marton shook his head as he replied—
"That will not be fair, for I have very little to put into it."
"Our combined capital will not be burdensome, but such as it is we ought to share it," replied Jack laughing.
"Well, I will leave it to you, only mind, I insist upon a correct account being kept so that I can repay you if I overdraw27."
"Agreed," said Jack, smiling. "We will be as accurate as a bank."
"If you have really made up your mind we may as well walk round to the shipping office, and see whether we can go by the 'Golden Land.'"
The Captain of the "Golden Land" chanced to be in the office when they entered, and the manager introduced them. Captain Seagrave was a bluff28 hearty sailor of the old school, not given to oily words or polished language, but an able skipper, and his employers knew it would be hard to find a better man for their work.
He had made many voyages to Australia and other countries, and risked his life in ships that were anything but seaworthy. He eyed the two young men curiously29, and a humorous smile spread over his face. He hardly thought them the class of passenger for a rough and tumble trip to Fremantle in the "Golden Land." At the same time, he saw a prospect30, in their company, of the monotony of the voyage being broken. In reply to the manager he said—
"There's d—d little room on board for human beings; the accommodation is limited, and the bunks31 are not equal to the best shake-downs in a decent hotel. There's a tarnation lot of company in the ship sometimes, which we get rid of in the best way we can. The dining saloon, gents, is not on a par7 with an Atlantic liner's, but there's ample room for feeding, providing the sea's calm. When she's in motion, the 'Golden Land' lets you know it. If the firm's willing, I'll take you both, and I daresay we shall pass the time pleasantly enough. We shall know each other inside out before we reach Fremantle, I guess."
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