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Henty + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Sturdy and Strong + How George Andrews Made His Way + +Author: G. A. Henty + +Release Date: October 7, 2010 [EBook #33939] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK STURDY AND STRONG *** + + + + +Produced by David Edwards and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive) + + + + + + +</pre> + + + + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 70%;"> +<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="100%" alt="" title="" /> +<span class="caption">STURDY AND STRONG<br /> +G. A. HENTY</span> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 70%;"> +<img src="images/frontis.jpg" width="100%" alt="" title="" /> +<span class="caption">"SURLY JOE SAT WITH A CHILD ON EITHER SIDE, TELLING THEM +SEA STORIES."—<i>Frontispiece.</i><br /> +<i>Sturdy and Strong.</i></span> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h1>STURDY AND STRONG</h1> + +<h4>OR</h4> + +<h3><i>How George Andrews Made His Way</i></h3> + +<h3><small>BY</small><br /> + +<big>G. A. HENTY</big><br /> + +<small>AUTHOR OF "THE YOUNG CARTHAGINIAN," "WITH CLIVE<br /> +IN INDIA," "IN FREEDOM'S CAUSE," "THE LION<br /> +OF THE NORTH," "FACING DEATH,"<br /> +ETC., ETC., ETC.</small></h3> + +<h3>NEW YORK<br /> +<big>THE FEDERAL BOOK COMPANY</big><br /> +PUBLISHERS</h3> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'>[Pg iii]</span></p> +<h2>PREFACE.</h2> + + +<p>Whatever may be said as to distinction of +classes in England, it is certain that in no country +in the world is the upward path more open to those +who brace themselves to climb it than in our own. +The proportion of those who remain absolutely +stationary is comparatively small. We are all living +on a hillside, and we must either go up or down. +It is easier to descend than to ascend; but he who +fixes his eyes upwards, nerves himself for the climb, +and determines with all his might and power to +win his way towards the top, is sure to find himself +at the end of his day at a far higher level than when +he started upon his journey. It may be said, and +sometimes foolishly is said, that luck is everything; +but in nineteen cases out of twenty what is called +luck is simply a combination of opportunity, and of +the readiness and quickness to turn that opportunity +to advantage. The voyager must take +every advantage of wind, tide, and current, if he +would make a favorable journey; and for success +in life it is necessary not only to be earnest, steadfast, +and true, but to have the faculty of turning +every opportunity to the best advantage; just as +a climber utilizes every tuft of grass, every little +shrub, every projecting rock, as a hold for his hands +<span class='pagenum'>[Pg iv]</span> +or feet. George Andrews had what may be called +luck—that is, he had opportunities and took advantage +of them, and his rise in life was consequently +far more rapid than if he had let them pass +without grasping them; but in any case his steadiness, +perseverance, and determination to get on +would assuredly have made their way in the long +run. If similar qualities and similar determinations +are yours, you need not despair of similar success +in life.</p> + +<p style='text-align:right'><span class="smcap">G. A. Henty.</span></p> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'>[Pg v]</span></p> +<h2>CONTENTS.</h2> + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" summary="Table of Contents"> +<tr> + <td> </td> + <td><span class="smcap">Sturdy and Strong</span>:</td> + <td align="right"><small>PAGE</small></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align="right"><a href="#CHAPTER_I"><b>I.</b></a></td> + <td><span class="smcap">Alone</span>,</td> + <td align="right"><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align="right"><a href="#CHAPTER_II"><b>II.</b></a></td> + <td><span class="smcap">Two Friends</span>,</td> + <td align="right"><a href="#Page_25">25</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align="right"><a href="#CHAPTER_III"><b>III.</b></a></td> + <td><span class="smcap">Work</span>,</td> + <td align="right"><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align="right"><a href="#CHAPTER_IV"><b>IV.</b></a></td> + <td><span class="smcap">Home</span>,</td> + <td align="right"><a href="#Page_74">74</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align="right"><a href="#CHAPTER_V"><b>V.</b></a></td> + <td><span class="smcap">An Adventure</span>,</td> + <td align="right"><a href="#Page_97">97</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align="right"><a href="#CHAPTER_VI"><b>VI.</b></a></td> + <td><span class="smcap">Fire!</span>,</td> + <td align="right"><a href="#Page_117">117</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align="right"><a href="#CHAPTER_VII"><b>VII.</b></a></td> + <td><span class="smcap">Saved!</span>,</td> + <td align="right"><a href="#Page_142">142</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td> </td> + <td><a href="#DO_YOUR_DUTY"><span class="smcap">Do Your Duty</span></a>,</td> + <td align="right"><a href="#Page_165">165</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td> </td> + <td><a href="#SURLY_JOE"><span class="smcap">Surly Joe</span></a>,</td> + <td align="right"><a href="#Page_231">231</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td> </td> + <td><a href="#A_FISH-WIFES_DREAM"><span class="smcap">A Fish-wife's Dream</span></a>,</td> + <td align="right"><a href="#Page_257">257</a></td> +</tr> +</table> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p> +<h1>STURDY AND STRONG.</h1> +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_I" id="CHAPTER_I"></a>CHAPTER I.</h2> + +<h3>ALONE.</h3> + + +<p>"You heard what he said, George?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, mother, mother!"</p> + +<p>"Don't sob so, my boy; he is right. I have seen +it coming a long time, and, hard as it seems, it will +be better. There is no disgrace in it. I have tried +my best, and if my health had not broken down we +might have managed, but you see it was not to be. +I shall not mind it, dear; it is really only for your +sake that I care about it at all."</p> + +<p>The boy had ceased sobbing, and sat now with a +white set face.</p> + +<p>"Mother, it will break my heart to think that I +cannot keep you from this. If we could only have +managed for a year or two I could have earned +more then; but to think of you—you in the workhouse!"</p> + +<p>"In a workhouse infirmary, my boy," his mother +said gently. "You see it is not as if it were from +any fault of ours. We have done our best. You +and I have managed for two years; but what with +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span> +my health and my eyes breaking down we can do +so no longer. I hope it will not be for long, dear. +You see I shall have rest and quiet, and I hope I +shall soon be able to be out again."</p> + +<p>"Not soon, mother. The doctor said you ought +not to use your eyes for months."</p> + +<p>"Even months pass quickly, George, when one +has hope. I have felt this coming so long that I +shall be easier and happier now it has come. After +all, what is a workhouse infirmary but a hospital, +and it would not seem so very dreadful to you my +going into a hospital; the difference is only in +name; both are, after all, charities, but the one is +kept up out of subscriptions, the other from the +rates."</p> + +<p>His mother's words conveyed but little comfort +to George Andrews. He had just come in from his +work, and had heard what the parish doctor had +told his mother.</p> + +<p>"I can do nothing for you here, Mrs. Andrews. +You must have rest and quiet for your eyes, and +not only that, but you must have strengthening +food. It is no use my blinking the truth. It is +painful for you, I know. I can well understand +that; but I see no other way. If you refuse to go +I won't answer for your life."</p> + +<p>"I will go, doctor," she had answered quietly. +"I know that it will be best. It will be a blow to +my boy, but I see no other way."</p> + +<p>"If you don't want your boy to be alone in the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span> +world, ma'am, you will do as I advise you. I will +go round in the morning and get you the order of +admission, and as I shall be driving out that way I +will, if you like, take you myself."</p> + +<p>"Thank you, doctor; you are very good. Yes, +I will be ready in the morning, and I thank you +for your offer."</p> + +<p>"Very well, then, that's settled," the doctor said +briskly. "At ten o'clock I will be here."</p> + +<p>Although a little rough in manner, Dr. Jeffries +was a kind-hearted and humane man.</p> + +<p>"Poor woman," he said to himself as he went +downstairs, "it is hard for her. It is easy to see +that she is a lady, and a thorough lady too; but +what can I do for her! I might get her a little +temporary help, but that would be of no use--she +is completely broken down with anxiety and insufficient +food, and unless her eyes have a long +holiday she will lose her sight. No, there's nothing +else for it, but it is hard."</p> + +<p>It was hard. Mrs. Andrews was, as the doctor +said, a lady. She had lost both her parents while +she was at school. She had no near relations, and +as she was sixteen when her mother died she had +remained at school finishing her education and +teaching the younger children. Then she had obtained +a situation as governess in a gentleman's +family, and two years afterwards had married a +young barrister who was a frequent visitor at the +house.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span>Mr. +Andrews was looked upon as a rising man, +and for the first seven or eight years of her marriage +his wife's life had been a very happy one. +Then her husband was prostrated by a fever which +he caught in one of the midland towns while on +circuit, and although he partially recovered he was +never himself again. His power of work seemed +to be lost; a languor which he could not overcome +took possession of him. A troublesome cough +ere long attacked him, and two years later Mrs. +Andrews was a widow, and her boy, then nine years +old, an orphan.</p> + +<p>During the last two years of his life Mr. Andrews +had earned but little in his profession. The comfortable +house which he occupied had been given +up, and they had removed to one much smaller. +But in spite of this, debts mounted up, and when, +after his death, the remaining furniture was sold +and everything settled, there remained only about +two hundred pounds. Mrs. Andrews tried to get +some pupils among her late husband's friends, but +during the last two years she had lost sight of many +of these, and now met with but poor success among +the others. She was a quiet and retiring woman, +and shrank from continuous solicitations, and at +the end of three years she found her little store +exhausted.</p> + +<p>Hitherto she had kept George at school, but +could no longer do so, and, giving up her lodging +in Brompton, went down to Croydon, where some<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span>one +had told her that they thought she would have +a better chance of obtaining pupils, but the cards +which some of the tradesmen allowed her to put in +the window led to no result, and finding this to be +the case she applied at one of the milliner's for +work. This she obtained, and for a year supported +herself and her boy by needlework.</p> + +<p>From the time when George left school she had +gone on teaching him his lessons; but on the day +when he was thirteen years old he declared that he +would no longer submit to his mother working for +both of them, and, setting out, called at shop after +shop inquiring if they wanted an errand-boy. He +succeeded at last in getting a place at a grocer's +where he was to receive three shillings a week and +his meals, going home to sleep at night in the +closet-like little attic adjoining the one room which +his mother could now afford.</p> + +<p>For a while they were more comfortable than +they had been for some time; now that his mother +had no longer George to feed, her earnings and the +three shillings he brought home every Saturday +night enabled them to live in comparative ease, and +on Sunday something like a feast was always prepared. +But six months later Mrs. Andrews felt +her eyesight failing, the lids became inflamed, and +a dull aching pain settled in the eyeballs. Soon +she could only work for a short time together, her +earnings became smaller and smaller, and her employers +presently told her that she kept the work<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span> +so long in hand that they could no longer employ +her. There was now only George's three shillings +a week to rely upon, and this was swallowed up by +the rent. In despair she had applied to the parish +doctor about her eyes. For a fortnight he attended +her, and at the end of that time had peremptorily +given the order of which she had told her +son.</p> + +<p>To her it was a relief; she had seen that it must +come. Piece by piece every article of clothing she +possessed, save those she wore, had been pawned +for food, and every resource was now exhausted. +She was worn out with the struggle, and the certainty +of rest and food overcame her repugnance +to the house. For George's sake too, much as she +knew he would feel her having to accept such a +refuge, she was glad that the struggle was at an +end. The lad had for the last six months suffered +greatly for her sake. Every meal to which he sat +down at his employer's seemed to choke him as he +contrasted it with the fare to which she was reduced, +although, as far as possible, she had concealed +from him how sore was her strait.</p> + +<p>George cried himself to sleep that night, and he +could scarce speak when he said good-by to his +mother in the morning, for he could not tell when +he should see her again.</p> + +<p>"You will stop where you are, my boy, will you not?"</p> + +<p>"I cannot promise, mother. I don't know yet<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span> +what I shall do; but please don't ask me to promise +anything. You must let me do what I think best. +I have got to make a home for you when you are +cured. I am fourteen now, and am as strong as +most boys of my age. I ought to be able to earn +a shilling a day somehow, and with seven shillings +a week, mother, and you just working a little, you +know, so as not to hurt your eyes, we ought to be +able to do. Don't you bother about me, mother. +I want to try anyhow what I can do till you come +out. When you do, then I will do whatever you +tell me; that's fair, isn't it?"</p> + +<p>Mrs. Andrews would have remonstrated, but he +said:</p> + +<p>"Well, mother, you see at the worst I can get a +year's character from Dutton, so that if I can't get +anything else to do I can get the same sort of +place again, and as I am a year older than I was +when he took me, and can tie up parcels neatly +now, I ought to get a little more anyhow. You +see I shall be safe enough, and though I have never +grumbled, you know, mother—have I?—I think +I would rather do anything than be a grocer's boy. +I would rather, when I grow up, be a bricklayer's +laborer, or a plowman, or do any what I call man's +work, than be pottering about behind a counter, +with a white apron on, weighing out sugar and +currants."</p> + +<p>"I can't blame you, George," Mrs. Andrews +said with a sigh. "It's natural, my boy. If I get<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span> +my eyesight and my health again, when you grow +up to be a man we will lay by a little money, and +you and I will go out together to one of the colonies. +It will be easier to rise again there than here, +and with hard work both of us might surely hope +to get on. There must be plenty of villages in +Australia and Canada where I could do well with +teaching, and you could get work in whatever way +you may be inclined to. So, my boy, let us set +that before us. It will be something to hope for +and work for, and will cheer us to go through whatever +may betide us up to that time."</p> + +<p>"Yes, mother," George said. "It will be comfort +indeed to have something to look forward to. +Nothing can comfort me much to-day; but if +anything could it would be some such plan as +that."</p> + +<p>The last words he said to his mother as, blinded +with tears, he kissed her before starting to work, +were:</p> + +<p>"I shall think of our plan every day, and look +forward to that more than anything else in the +world—next to your coming to me again."</p> + +<p>At ten o'clock Dr. Jeffries drove up to Mrs. Andrews' +humble lodging in a brougham instead of +his ordinary gig, having borrowed the carriage +from one of the few of his patients who kept such +a vehicle, on purpose to take Mrs. Andrews, for +she was so weak and worn that he was sure she +would not be able to sit upright in a gig for the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span> +three miles that had to be traversed. He managed +in the course of his rounds to pass the workhouse +again in the afternoon, and brought George, before +he left work, a line written in pencil on a leaf +torn from his pocketbook:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"My darling, I am very comfortable. Everything +is clean and nice, and the doctor and people +kind. Do not fret about me.—Your loving +mother."</p></div> + +<p>Although George's expressed resolution of leaving +his present situation, and seeking to earn his +living in some other way, caused Mrs. Andrews +much anxiety, she had not sought strongly to dissuade +him from it. No doubt it would be wiser +for him to stay in his present situation, where he +was well treated and well fed, and it certainly +seemed improbable to her that he would be able +to get a better living elsewhere. Still she could +not blame him for wishing at least to try. She herself +shared to some extent his prejudice against the +work in which he was employed. There is no +disgrace in honest work; but she felt that she would +rather see him engaged in hard manual labor than +as a shop boy. At any rate, as he said, if he failed +he could come back again to Croydon, and, with a +year's character from his present employer, would +probably be able to obtain a situation similar to +that which he now held. She was somewhat com<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span>forted, +too, by a few words the doctor had said to +her during their drive.</p> + +<p>"I think you are fortunate in your son, Mrs. +Andrews. He seems to me a fine steady boy. If +I can, in any way, do him a good turn while you are +away from him, I will."</p> + +<p>George remained for another month in his situation, +for he knew that it would never do to start on +his undertaking penniless. At the end of that +time, having saved up ten shillings, and having +given notice to his employer, he left the shop for +the last time, and started to walk to London. It +was not until he began to enter the crowded streets +that he felt the full magnitude of his undertaking. +To be alone in London, a solitary atom in the busy +mass of humanity, is a trying situation even for a +man; to a boy of fourteen it is terrible. Buying +a penny roll, George sat down to eat it in one of the +niches of a bridge over the river, and then kneeling +up watched the barges and steamers passing below +him.</p> + +<p>Had it not been for his mother, his first thought, +like that of most English boys thrown on the world, +would have been to go to sea; but this idea he had +from the first steadily set aside as out of the question. +His plan was to obtain employment as a boy +in some manufacturing work, for he thought that +there, by steadiness and perseverance, he might +make his way.</p> + +<p>On one thing he was resolved. He would make<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span> +his money last as long as possible. Three penny-worth +of bread a day would, he calculated, be sufficient +for his wants. As to sleeping, he thought +he might manage to sleep anywhere; it was summer +time and the nights were warm. He had no idea +what the price of a bed would be, or how to set +about getting a lodging. He did not care how +roughly he lived so that he could but make his +money last. The first few days he determined to +look about him. Something might turn up. If +it did not he would set about getting a place in +earnest. He had crossed Waterloo Bridge, and, +keeping straight on, found himself in Covent Garden, +where he was astonished and delighted at the +quantities of fruit, vegetables, and flowers.</p> + +<p>Although he twice set out in different directions +to explore the streets, he each time returned to +Covent Garden. There were many lads of his own +age playing about there, and he thought that from +them he might get some hints as to how to set +about earning a living. They looked ragged and +poor enough, but they might be able to tell him +something—about sleeping, for instance. For although +before starting the idea of sleeping anywhere +had seemed natural enough, it looked more +formidable now that he was face to face with it.</p> + +<p>Going to a cook-shop in a street off the market +he bought two slices of plum-pudding. He rather +grudged the twopence which he paid; but he felt +that it might be well laid out. Provided with the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span> +pudding he returned to the market, sat himself +down on an empty basket, and began to eat slowly +and leisurely.</p> + +<p>In a short time he noticed a lad of about his own +age watching him greedily.</p> + +<p>He was far from being a respectable-looking boy. +His clothes were ragged, and his toes could be seen +through a hole in his boot. He wore neither hat +nor cap, and his hair looked as if it had not been +combed since the day of his birth. There was a +sharp, pinched look on his face. But had he been +washed and combed and decently clad he would +not have been a bad-looking boy. At any rate +George liked his face better than most he had seen +in the market, and he longed for a talk with someone. +So he held out his other slice of pudding, +and said:</p> + +<p>"Have a bit?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes!" the boy replied "Walker, eh?"</p> + +<p>"No, I mean it, really. Will you have a bit?"</p> + +<p>"No larks?" asked the boy.</p> + +<p>"No; no larks. Here you are."</p> + +<p>Feeling assured now that no trick was intended +the boy approached, took without a word the pudding +which George held out, and, seating himself +on a basket close to him, took a great bite.</p> + +<p>"Where do you live?" George asked, when the +slice of pudding had half disappeared.</p> + +<p>"Anywheres," the boy replied, waving his hand +round.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I mean, where do you sleep?"</p> + +<p>The boy nodded, to intimate that his sleeping-place +was included in the general description of his +domicile.</p> + +<p>"And no one interferes with you?" George inquired.</p> + +<p>"The beaks, they moves you on when they +ketches you; but ef yer get under a cart or +in among the baskets you generally dodges +'em."</p> + +<p>"And suppose you want to pay for a place to +sleep, where do you go and how much do you +pay?"</p> + +<p>"Tuppence," the boy said; "or if yer want a +first-rate, fourpence. Does yer want to find a +crib?" he asked doubtfully, examining his companion.</p> + +<p>"Well, yes," George said. "I want to find +some quiet place where I can sleep, cheap, you +know."</p> + +<p>"Out of work?" the boy inquired.</p> + +<p>"Yes. I haven't got anything to do at present. +I am looking for a place, you know."</p> + +<p>"Don't know no one about?"</p> + +<p>"No; I have just come in from Croydon."</p> + +<p>The boy shook his head.</p> + +<p>"Don't know nothing as would suit," he said. +"Why, yer'd get them clothes and any money yet +had walked off with the wery fust night."</p> + +<p>"I should not get a room to myself, I suppose,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span> +even for fourpence?" George asked, making a +rapid calculation that this would come to two and +fourpence per week, as much as his mother had +paid for a comparatively comfortable room in +Croydon.</p> + +<p>The boy opened his eyes in astonishment at his +companion requiring a room for himself.</p> + +<p>"Lor' bless yer, yer'd have a score of them with +yer!"</p> + +<p>"I don't care about a bed," George said. "Just +some place to sleep in. Just some straw in any +quiet corner."</p> + +<p>This seemed more reasonable to the boy, and he +thought the matter over.</p> + +<p>"Well," he said at last, "I knows of a place +where they puts up the hosses of the market carts. +I knows a hostler there. Sometimes when it's +wery cold he lets me sleep up in the loft. Aint it +warm and comfortable just! I helps him with the +hosses sometimes, and that's why. I will ax him if +yer likes."</p> + +<p>George assented at once. His ideas as to the +possibility of sleeping in the open air had vanished +when he saw the surroundings, and a bed in a quiet +loft seemed to him vastly better than sleeping in +a room with twenty others.</p> + +<p>"How do you live?" he asked the lad, "and +what's your name?"</p> + +<p>"They calls me the Shadder," the boy said rather +proudly; "but my real name's Bill."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Why do they call you the Shadow?" George +asked.</p> + +<p>"'Cause the bobbies finds it so hard to lay hands +on me," Bill replied.</p> + +<p>"But what do they want to lay hands on you +for?" George asked.</p> + +<p>"Why, for bagging things, in course," Bill replied +calmly.</p> + +<p>"Bagging things? Do you mean stealing?" +George said, greatly shocked.</p> + +<p>"Well, not regular prigging," the Shadow replied; +"not wipes, yer know, nor tickers, nor them +kind of things. I aint never prigged nothing of +that kind."</p> + +<p>"Well, what is it then you do—prig?" George +asked, mystified.</p> + +<p>"Apples or cabbages, or a bunch of radishes, +onions sometimes, or 'taters. That aint regular +prigging, you know."</p> + +<p>"Well, it seems to me the same sort of thing," +George said, after a pause.</p> + +<p>"I tell yer it aint the same sort of thing at all," +the Shadow said angrily. "Everyone as aint a +fool knows that taters aint wipes, and no one can't +say as a apple and a ticker are the same."</p> + +<p>"No, not the same," George agreed; "but you +see one is just as much stealing as the other."</p> + +<p>"No, it aint," the boy reasserted. "One is the +same as money and t'other aint. I am hungry and +I nips a apple off a stall. No one aint the worse for<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span> +it. You don't suppose as they misses a apple here? +Why, there's wagon-loads of 'em, and lots of 'em is +rotten. Well, it aint no more if I takes one than +if it was rotten. Is it now?"</p> + +<p>George thought there was a difference, but he +did not feel equal to explaining it.</p> + +<p>"The policemen must think differently," he said +at last, "else they wouldn't be always trying to +catch you."</p> + +<p>"Who cares for the bobbies?" Bill said contemptuously. +"I don't; and I don't want no more +jaw with you about it. If yer don't likes it, yer +leaves it. I didn't ask for yer company, did I? +So now then."</p> + +<p>George had really taken a fancy to the boy, and +moreover he saw that in the event of a quarrel his +chance of finding a refuge for the night was small. +In his sense of utter loneliness in the great city he +was loath to break with the only acquaintance he +had made.</p> + +<p>"I didn't mean to offend you, Bill," he said; +"only I was sorry to hear you say you took things. +It seems to me you might get into trouble; and it +would be better after all to work for a living."</p> + +<p>"What sort of work?" Bill said derisively. +"Who's agoing to give me work? Does yer think +I have only got to walk into a shop and ask for +'ployment? They wouldn't want to know nothing +about my character, I suppose? nor where I had +worked before? nor where my feyther lived? nor<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span> +nothing? Oh, no, of course not! It's blooming +easy to get work about here; only got to ax for it, +that's all. Good wages and all found, that's your +kind."</p> + +<p>"I don't suppose it's easy," George said; "but +it seems to me people could get something to do +if they tried."</p> + +<p>"Tried!" the boy said bitterly. "Do yer think +we don't try! Why, we are always trying to earn +a copper or two. Why, we begins at three o'clock +in the morning when the market-carts come in, and +we goes on till they comes out of that there theater +at night, just trying to pick up a copper. Sometimes +one does and sometimes one doesn't. It's +a good day, I tell you, when we have made a tanner +by the end of it. Don't tell me! And now as to +this ere stable; yer means it?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," George said; "certainly I mean it."</p> + +<p>"Wery well then, you be here at this corner at +nine o'clock. I will go before that and square it +with Ned. That's the chap I was speaking of."</p> + +<p>"I had better give you something to give him," +George said. "Will a shilling do?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, a bob will do for three or four nights. +Are you going to trust me with it?"</p> + +<p>"Of course I am," George replied. "I am sure +you wouldn't be so mean as to do me out of it; besides, +you told me that you never stole money and +those sort of things."</p> + +<p>"It aint everyone as would trust me with a bob<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span> +for all that," Bill replied; "and yer are running a +risk, yer know, and I tells yer if yer goes on with +that sort of game yer'll get took in rarely afore +yer've done. Well, hand it over. I aint a-going +to bilk yer."</p> + +<p>The Shadow spoke carelessly, but this proof of +confidence on the part of his companion really +touched him, and as he went off he said to himself, +"He aint a bad sort, that chap, though he is so +precious green. I must look arter him a bit and +see he don't get into no mischief."</p> + +<p>George, on his part, as he walked away down +into the Strand again, felt that he had certainly run +a risk in thus intrusting a tenth of his capital to his +new acquaintance; but the boy's face and manner +had attracted him, and he felt that, although the +Shadow's notions of right and wrong might be of +a confused nature, he meant to act straight toward +him.</p> + +<p>George passed the intervening hours before the +time named for his meeting in Covent Garden in +staring into the shop windows in the Strand, and +in wondering at the constant stream of vehicles +and foot passengers flowing steadily out westward. +He was nearly knocked under the wheels of the +vehicles a score of times from his ignorance as to +the rule of the road, and at last he was so confused +by the jostling and pushing that he was glad to +turn down a side street and to sit down for a time +on a doorstep.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span></p> + +<p>When nine o'clock approached he went into a +baker's shop and bought a loaf, which would, he +thought, do for supper and breakfast for himself +and his companion. Having further invested +threepence in cheese, he made his way up to the +market.</p> + +<p>The Shadow was standing at the corner whistling +loudly.</p> + +<p>"Oh, here yer be! That's all right; come along. +I have squared Ned, and it's all right."</p> + +<p>He led the way down two or three streets and +then stopped at a gateway.</p> + +<p>"You stop here," he said, "and I will see as +there aint no one but Ned about."</p> + +<p>He returned in a minute.</p> + +<p>"It's all clear! Ned, he's a-rubbing down a +hoss; he won't take no notice of yer as yer pass. +He don't want to see yer, yer know, 'cause in case +anyone comed and found yer up there he could +swear he never saw yer go in, and didn't know +nothing about yer. I will go with yer to the door, +and then yer will see a ladder in the corner; if yer +whip up that yer'll find it all right up there."</p> + +<p>"But you are coming too, aint you?" George +asked.</p> + +<p>"Oh, no, I aint a-coming. Yer don't want a +chap like me up there. I might pick yer pocket, +yer know; besides I aint your sort."</p> + +<p>"Oh, nonsense!" George said. "I should like +to have you with me, Bill; I should really. Be<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span>sides, +what's the difference between us? We have +both got to work for ourselves and make our way +in the world."</p> + +<p>"There's a lot of difference. Yer don't talk the +way as I do; yer have been brought up different. +Don't tell me."</p> + +<p>"I may have been brought up differently, Bill. +I have been fortunate there; but now, you see, I +have got to get my living in the best way I can, +and if I have had a better education than you have, +you know ever so much more about London and +how to get your living than I do, so that makes us +quits."</p> + +<p>"Oh, wery well," Bill said; "it's all the same +to this child. So if yer aint too proud, here +goes."</p> + +<p>He led the way down a stable yard, past several +doors, showing the empty stalls which would be all +filled when the market carts arrived. At the last +door on the right he stopped. George looked in. +At the further end a man was rubbing down a horse +by the faint light of a lantern, the rest of the stable +was in darkness.</p> + +<p>"This way," Bill whispered.</p> + +<p>Keeping close behind him, George entered the +stable. The boy stopped in the corner.</p> + +<p>"Here's the ladder. I will go up fust and give +yer a hand when yer gets to the top."</p> + +<p>George stood quiet until his companion had +mounted, and then ascended the ladder, which was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span> +fixed against the wall. Presently a voice whispered +in his ear:</p> + +<p>"Give us your hand. Mind how yer puts your +foot."</p> + +<p>In a minute he was standing in the loft. His +companion drew him along in the darkness, and in +a few steps arrived at a pile of hay.</p> + +<p>"There yer are," Bill said in a low voice; "yer +'ave only to make yourself comfortable there. +Now mind you don't fall down one of the holes +into the mangers."</p> + +<p>"I wish we had a little light," George said, as he +ensconced himself in the hay.</p> + +<p>"I will give you some light in a minute," Bill +said, as he left his side, and directly afterwards a +door opened and the light of a gaslight in the yard +streamed in.</p> + +<p>"That's where they pitches the hay in," Bill said +as he rejoined him. "I shuts it up afore I goes to +sleep, 'cause the master he comes out sometimes +when the carts comes in, and there would be a +blooming row if he saw it open; but we are all +right now."</p> + +<p>"That's much nicer," George said. "Now +here's a loaf I brought with me. We will cut it in +half and put by a half for the morning, and eat the +other half between us now, and I have got some +cheese here too."</p> + +<p>"That's tiptop!" the boy said. "Yer're a good +sort, I could see that, and I am pretty empty, I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span> +am, for I aint had nothing except that bit of duff +yer gave me since morning, and I only had a crust +then. 'Cept for running against you I aint been +lucky to-day. Couldn't get a job nohows, and it +aint for want of trying neither."</p> + +<p>For some minutes the boys ate in silence. +George had given much the largest portion to his +companion, for he himself was too dead tired to be +very hungry. When he had finished, he said:</p> + +<p>"Look here, Bill; we will talk in the morning. +I am so dead beat I can scarcely keep my eyes +open, so I will just say my prayers and go off to +sleep."</p> + +<p>"Say your prayers!" Bill said in astonishment. +"Do yer mean to say as yer says prayers!"</p> + +<p>"Of course I do," George replied; "don't you?"</p> + +<p>"Never said one in my life," Bill said decidedly; +"don't know how, don't see as it would do no good +ef I did."</p> + +<p>"It would do good, Bill," George said. "I +hope some day you will think differently, and I will +teach you some you will like."</p> + +<p>"I don't want to know none," Bill said positively. +"A missionary chap, he came and prayed +with an old woman I lodged with once. I could not +make head nor tail of it, and she died just the same, +so you see what good did it do her?"</p> + +<p>But George was too tired to enter upon a theological +argument. He was already half asleep, and +Bill's voice sounded a long way off.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Good-night," he muttered; "I will talk to you +in the morning," and in another minute he was fast +asleep.</p> + +<p>Bill took an armful of hay and shook it lightly +over his companion; then he closed the door of the +loft and threw himself on the hay, and was soon +also sound asleep. When George woke in the +morning the daylight was streaming in through the +cracks of the door. His companion was gone. +He heard the voices of several men in the yard, +while a steady champing noise and an occasional +shout or the sound of a scraping on the stones told +him the stalls below were all full now.</p> + +<p>George felt that he had better remain where he +was. Bill had told him the evening before that +the horses and carts generally set out again at +about nine o'clock, and he thought he had better +wait till they had gone before he slipped down below. +Closing his eyes he was very soon off to +sleep again. When he woke, Bill was sitting by +his side looking at him.</p> + +<p>"Well, you are a oner to sleep," the boy said. +"Why, it's nigh ten o'clock, and it's time for us to +be moving. Ned will be going off in a few minutes, +and the stables will be locked up till the evening."</p> + +<p>"Is there time to eat our bread and cheese?" +George asked.</p> + +<p>"No, we had better eat it when we get down to +the market; come along."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span></p> + +<p>George at once rose, shook the hay off his +clothes, and descended the ladder, Bill leading the +way. There was no one in the stable, and the yard +was also empty. On reaching the market they sat +down on two empty baskets, and at once began to +eat their bread and cheese.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_II" id="CHAPTER_II"></a>CHAPTER II.</h2> + +<h3>TWO FRIENDS.</h3> + + +<p>"I did wake before, Bill," George said after he +had eaten a few mouthfuls; "but you were out."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I turned out as soon as the carts began to +come in," Bill said, "and a wery good morning I +have had. One old chap gave me twopence for +looking arter his hoss and cart while he went into +the market with his flowers. But the best move +was just now. A chap as was driving off with +flowers, one of them swell West-end shops, I expect, +by the look of the trap, let his rug fall. He didn't +see it till I ran after him with it, then he gave me a +tanner; that was something like. Have yer finished +yer bread and cheese?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," George said, "and I could manage a drink +of water if I could get one."</p> + +<p>"There's a fountain handy," Bill said; "but you +come along with me, I am agoing to stand two cups +of coffee if yer aint too proud to take it;" and he +looked doubtfully at his companion.</p> + +<p>"I am not at all too proud," George said, for he +saw that the slightest hesitation would hurt his +companion's feelings.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></p> + +<p>"It aint fust-rate coffee," Bill said, as with a +brightened look on his face he turned and led the +way to a little coffee-stall; "but it's hot and sweet, +and yer can't expect more nor that for a penny."</p> + +<p>George found the coffee really better than he had +expected, and Bill was evidently very much gratified +at his expression of approval.</p> + +<p>"Now," he said, when they had both finished, +"for a draw of 'baccy," and he produced a short +clay pipe. "Don't yer smoke?"</p> + +<p>"No, I haven't begun yet."</p> + +<p>"Ah! ye don't know what a comfort a pipe is," +Bill said. "Why, when yer are cold and hungry +and down on your luck a pipe is a wonderful thing, +and so cheap; why, a ounce of 'baccy will fill yer +thirty pipes if yer don't squeeze it in too hard. +Well, an ounce of 'baccy costs threepence halfpenny, +so, as I makes out, yer gets eight pipes for a +penny; and now," he went on when he had filled +and lit his pipe, "let's know what's yer game."</p> + +<p>"You mean what am I going to do?" George +asked.</p> + +<p>Bill nodded.</p> + +<p>"I want to get employment in some sort of works. +I have been an errand-boy in a grocer's for more +than a year, and I have got a written character from +my master in my pocket; but I don't like the sort of +thing; I would rather work with my own hands. +There are plenty of works where they employ boys, +and you know one might get on as one gets older.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span> +The first thing is to find out whereabouts works of +that sort are."</p> + +<p>"There are lots of works at the East End, I have +heard tell," Bill said; "and then there's Clerkenwell +and King's Cross, they aint so far off, and there are +works there, all sorts of works, I should say; but I +don't know nuffin' about that sort of work. The +only work as I have done is holding hosses and carrying +plants into the market, and sometimes when +I have done pretty well I goes down and lays out +what I got in <i>Echoes</i>, or <i>Globes</i>, or <i>Evening Standards</i>; +that pays yer, that does, for if yer can sell them +all yer will get a bob for eight penn'orth of papers, +that gives yer fourpence for an hour's work, and I +calls that blooming good, and can't yer get a tuck-out +for a bob! Oh, no, I should think not! Well, +what shall it be? I knows the way out to Whitechapel +and to Clerkenwell, so whichever yer likes I +can show yer."</p> + +<p>"If Clerkenwell's the nearest we may as well try +that first," George said, "and I shall be much +obliged to you for showing the way."</p> + +<p>The two boys spent the whole day in going from +workshop to workshop for employment; but the answers +to his application were unvarying: either he +was too young or there was no place vacant. +George took the disappointment quietly, for he had +made up his mind that he would have difficulty in +getting a place; but Bill became quite angry on behalf +of his companion.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span></p> + +<p>"This is worse nor the market," he said. "A +chap can pick up a few coppers there, and here we +have been a-tramping about all day and aint done +nothing."</p> + +<p>Day after day George set out on his quest, but all +was without success. He and Bill still slept in the +loft, and after the first day he took to getting up at +the same time as his companion, and going out with +him to try and pick up a few pence from the men +with the market-carts. Every other morning they +were able to lie later, as there were only regular +marketdays three mornings a week.</p> + +<p>On market mornings he found that he earned +more than Bill, his better clothes giving him an advantage, +as the men were more willing to trust their +carts and rugs to the care of a quiet, respectable-looking +boy than to that of the arabs who frequented +the Garden. But all that was earned was laid out in +common between the two boys, and George found +himself seldom obliged to draw above a few pence +on his private stock. He had by this time told the +Shadow exactly how much money he had, and the +boy, seeing the difficulty that George found in getting +work, was most averse to the store being +trenched upon, and always gave his vote against the +smallest addition to their ordinary fare of bread +and cheese being purchased, except from their earnings +of the day. This George felt was the more +creditable on Bill's part, inasmuch as the latter had, +in deference to his prejudices, abstained from the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span> +petty thefts of fruit with which before he had seasoned +his dry crusts.</p> + +<p>George had learned now what Bill knew of his +history, which was little enough. He supposed he +had had a father, but he knew nothing of him; +whether he had died, or whether he had cut away +and left mother, Bill had no idea. His mother he +remembered well, though she had died when he was, +as he said, a little chap. He spoke of her always in +a hushed voice, and in a tone of reverence, as a superior +being.</p> + +<p>"We was poor, you know," he said to George, +"and I know mother was often short of grub, but +she was just kind. I don't never remember her +whacking me; always spoke soft and low like; she +was good, she was. She used to pray, you know, +and what I remember most is as the night afore she +was took away to a hospital she says, 'Try and live +honest, Bill; it will be hard, but try, my boy. Don't +you take to stealing, however poor you may be;' +and I aint," Bill said earnestly over and over again. +"When I has seed any chap going along with a +ticker handy, which I could have boned and got +away among the carts as safe as ninepence, or when +I has seed a woman with her purse a-sticking out of +them outside pockets, and I aint had a penny to +bless myself with, and perhaps nothing to eat all day, +I have felt it hard not to make a grab; but I just +thought of what she said, and I aint done it. As I +told yer, I have often nabbed things off the stalls or<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span> +out of the baskets or carts. It didn't seem to me as +that was stealing, but as you says it is, I aint going +to do so no more. Now look yer here, George; they +tells me as the parsons says as when people die and +they are good they goes up there, yer know."</p> + +<p>George nodded, for there was a question in his +companion's tone.</p> + +<p>"Then, of course," Bill went on, "she is up there. +Now it aint likely as ever I should see her again, +'cause, you know, there aint nothing good about +me; but if she was to come my way, wherever I +might be, and was to say to me, 'Bill, have you been +a-stealing?' do yer think she would feel very bad +about them 'ere apples and things?"</p> + +<p>"No, Bill, I am sure she would not. You see +you didn't quite know that was stealing, and you +kept from stealing the things that you thought she +spoke of, and now that you see it is wrong taking +even little things you are not going to take them +any more."</p> + +<p>"That I won't, so help me bob!" the boy said; +"not if I never gets another apple between my +teeth."</p> + +<p>"That's right, Bill. You see you ought to do it, +not only to please your mother, but to please God. +That's what my mother has told me over and over +again."</p> + +<p>"Has she now?" Bill said with great interest, +"and did you use to prig apples and sichlike sometimes?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span></p> + +<p>"No," George said, "not that sort of thing; but +she was talking of things in general. Of doing +things that were wrong, such as telling lies and deceiving, +and that sort of thing."</p> + +<p>"And your mother thinks as God knows all about +it?"</p> + +<p>George nodded.</p> + +<p>"And that he don't like it, eh, when things is done +bad?"</p> + +<p>George nodded again.</p> + +<p>"Lor', what a time he must have of it!" Bill +said in solemn wonder. "Why, I heard a woman +say last week as six children was enough to worrit +anyone into the grave; and just to think of all of +us!" and Bill waved his arm in a comprehensive +way and repeated, "What a time he must have +of it!"</p> + +<p>For a time the boys sat silent in their loft, Bill +wondering over the problem that had presented +itself to him, and George trying to find some appropriate +explanation in reply to the difficulty Bill had +started. At last he said:</p> + +<p>"I am afraid, Bill, that I can't explain all this to +you, for I am not accustomed to talk about such +things. My mother talks to me sometimes, and of +course I went to church regularly; but that's different +from my talking about it; but you know what +we have got to do is to try and please God, and love +him because he loves us."</p> + +<p>"That's whear it is," Bill said; "that's what I've<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span> +heard fellows say beats 'em. If he loves a chap like +me how is it he don't do something for him? why +don't he get you a place, for instance? You aint +been a-prigging apples or a-putting him out. +That's what I wants to know."</p> + +<p>"Yes, Bill, but as I have heard my mother say, it +would be very hard to understand if this world were +the only one; but you see we are only here a little +time, and after that there's on and on and on, right +up without any end, and what does it matter if we +are poor or unhappy in this little time if we are +going to be ever so happy afterwards? This is only +a sort of little trial to see how we behave, as it were, +and if we do the best we can, even though that best +is very little, then you see we get a tremendous reward. +For instance, you would not think a man +was unkind who kept you five minutes holding his +horse on a cold day, if he were going to give you +enough to get you clothes and good lodging for the +rest of your life."</p> + +<p>"No, I should think not," Bill said fervently; "so +it's like that, is it?"</p> + +<p>George nodded. "Like that, only more."</p> + +<p>"My eye!" Bill murmured to himself, lost in +astonishment at this new view of things.</p> + +<p>After that there were few evenings when, before +they nestled themselves down in the hay, the boys +did not talk on this subject. At first George felt +awkward and nervous in speaking of it, for like the +generality of English boys, however earnest their<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span> +convictions may be, he was shy of speaking what he +felt; but his companion's eagerness to know more +of this, to him, new story encouraged him to speak, +and having in his bundle a small Bible which his +mother had given him, he took to reading to Bill a +chapter or two in the mornings when they had not +to go out to the early market.</p> + +<p>It is true that Bill's questions frequently puzzled +him. The boy saw things in a light so wholly different +from that in which he himself had been accustomed +to regard them that he found a great +difficulty in replying to them.</p> + +<p>George wrote a letter to his mother, telling her +exactly what he was doing, for he knew that if he +only said that he had not yet succeeded in getting +work she would be very anxious about him, and although +he had nothing satisfactory to tell her, at +least he could tell her that he had sufficient to eat +and as much comfort as he cared for. Twice he received +replies from her, directed to him at a little +coffee-house, which, when they had had luck, the +boys occasionally patronized. As time went on +without his succeeding in obtaining employment +George's hopes fell, and at last he said to his mate; +"I will try for another fortnight, Bill, and if at the +end of that time I don't get anything to do I shall go +back to Croydon again."</p> + +<p>"But yer can earn yer living here!" Bill remonstrated.</p> + +<p>"I can earn enough to prevent me from starving,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span> +but that is all, Bill. I came up to London in hopes +of getting something to do by which I might some +day make my way up; if I were to stop here like this +I should be going down, and a nice sight I should be +to mother if, when she gets well enough to come out +of the infirmary, I were to go back all in rags."</p> + +<p>"What sort of a place is Croydon?" Bill asked. +"Is there any chance of picking up a living there? +'cause I tells yer fair, if yer goes off I goes with yer. +I aint a-thinking of living with yer, George; but we +might see each other sometime, mightn't we? Yer +wouldn't mind that?"</p> + +<p>"Mind it! certainly not, Bill! You have been a +good friend to me, and I should be sorry to think of +you all alone here."</p> + +<p>"Oh, blow being a good friend to yer!" Bill replied. +"I aint done nothing except put yer in the +way of getting a sleeping-place, and as it's given me +one too I have had the best of that job. It's been +good of yer to take up with a chap like me as don't +know how to read or write or nothing, and as aint +no good anyway. But you will let me go with yer +to Croydon, won't yer?"</p> + +<p>"Certainly I will, Bill; but you won't be able to +see much of me. I shall have to get a place like the +last. The man I was with said he would take me +back again if I wanted to come, and you know I am +all day in the shop or going out with parcels, and of +course you would have to be busy too at something."</p> + +<p>"What sort of thing do yer think, George? I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span> +can hold a hoss, but that aint much for a living. +One may go for days without getting a chance."</p> + +<p>"I should say, Bill, that your best chance would +be to try and get work either in a brickfield or with a +market-gardener. At any rate we should be able +to get a talk for half an hour in the evening. I was +always done at nine o'clock, and if we were both in +work we could take a room together."</p> + +<p>Bill shook his head.</p> + +<p>"That would be wery nice, but I couldn't have it, +George. I knows as I aint fit company for yer, and +if yer was with a shop-keeping bloke he would think +yer was going to run off with the money if he knew +yer kept company with a chap like me. No, the +'greement must be as yer goes yer ways and I goes +mine; but I hopes as yer will find suffin to do up +here, not 'cause as I wouldn't like to go down to this +place of yourn, but because yer have set yer heart on +getting work here."</p> + +<p>A week later the two boys were out late in Covent +Garden trying to earn a few pence by fetching +up cabs and carriages for people coming out from a +concert in the floral hall. George had just succeeded +in earning threepence, and had returned to +the entrance to the hall, and was watching the people +come out, and trying to get another job. Presently +a gentleman, with a girl of some nine or ten years +old, came out and took their place on the footpath.</p> + +<p>"Can I call you a carriage, sir?" George asked.</p> + +<p>"No, thank you, lad, a man has gone for it."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span></p> + +<p>George fell back and stood watching the girl, who +was in a white dress, with a little hood trimmed with +swansdown over her head.</p> + +<p>Presently his eye fell on something on which the +light glittered as it hung from her neck. Just as he +was looking a hand reached over her shoulder, +there was a jerk, and a sudden cry from the child, +then a boy dived into the crowd, and at the same +moment George dashed after him. There was a +cry of "Stop, thief!" and several hands made a grab +at George as he dived through the crowd; but he +slipped through them and was soon in the roadway.</p> + +<p>Some twenty yards ahead of him he saw the boy +running. He turned up Bow Street and then +dashed down an alley. He did not know that he +was followed until suddenly George sprang upon +his back, and the two fell with a crash, the young +thief undermost. George seized his right hand, and +kneeling upon him, twisted it behind his back and +forced him to open his fingers, the boy, taken by surprise, +and not knowing who was his assailant, making +but slight resistance.</p> + +<p>George seized the gold locket and dashed back at +full speed into the market, and was soon in the thick +of the crowd round the entrance. The gentleman +was standing talking to a policeman, who was taking +a note of the description of the lost trinket. +The girl was standing by crying.</p> + +<p>"Here is your locket," George said, putting it<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span> +into her hand. "I saw the boy take it, and have +got it from him."</p> + +<p>"Oh, papa! papa!" the girl cried. "Here is my +locket again."</p> + +<p>"Why, where did you get it from?" her father +asked in astonishment.</p> + +<p>"This boy has just given it to me," she replied. +"He says he took it from the boy who stole it."</p> + +<p>"Which boy, Nellie? Which is the boy who +brought it back?"</p> + +<p>The girl looked round, but George was gone.</p> + +<p>"Why didn't you stop him, my dear?" her +father said. "Of course I should wish to thank +and reward him, for the locket was a very valuable +one, and the more so to us from its having belonged +to your mother. Did you notice the boy, policeman?"</p> + +<p>"No, sir, I did not see him at all."</p> + +<p>"Was he a poor boy, Nellie?"</p> + +<p>"Not a very, very poor boy, father," the girl replied. +"At least I don't think so; but I only looked +at his face. He didn't speak like a poor boy at +all."</p> + +<p>"Would you know him again?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, I am sure I should. He was a good-looking +boy with a nice face."</p> + +<p>"Well, I am very sorry he has gone away, my +dear. Evidently he does not want a reward, but at +any rate I should have liked to thank him. Are you +always on this beat, policeman?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I am on night duty, sir, while the concerts are +on."</p> + +<p>"At any rate, I dare say you know the constables +who are about here in the daytime. I wish you +would mention the fact to them, and ask them if +they get any clew to the boy who has rendered me +this service, to let me know. Here is a card with +my name and address."</p> + +<p>After restoring the locket George made his way +to the entrance to the stables, where he generally met +Bill after the theater had closed and there was no +farther chance of earning money. It was not till +half an hour later that the boy came running up.</p> + +<p>"I have got eightpence," he said. "That is +something like luck. I got three jobs. One stood +me fourpence, the other two gave me tuppence each. +What do yer say? Shall we have a cup of coffee +afore we turns in?"</p> + +<p>"I think we had better not, Bill. I have got sixpence. +We will put that by, with the sixpence we +saved the other day, for the hostler. We haven't +given him anything for some time. Your eightpence +will get us a good breakfast in the morning."</p> + +<p>When they had comfortably nestled themselves +in the hay George told his companion how he had +rescued and restored the locket.</p> + +<p>"And he didn't give yer nuffin! I never heerd +tell of such a scaly trick as that. I should ha' said it +ought to have been good for a bob anyway."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I did not wait to see, Bill. Directly I had given +the little girl her locket I bolted."</p> + +<p>"Well, that were soft. Why couldn't yer have +waited to have seen what the bloke meant to give +yer?"</p> + +<p>"I did not want to be paid for such a thing as +that," George replied. "I don't mind being paid +when I have done a job for anyone; but this was +different altogether."</p> + +<p>Bill meditated for a minute or two.</p> + +<p>"I can't see no difference, nohow," he said at last. +"Yer did him a good turn, and got the thing back. +I dare say it were worth five bob."</p> + +<p>"A good deal more than that, Bill."</p> + +<p>"More nor that! Well, then, he ought to have +come down handsome. Didn't yer run like winking, +and didn't yer jump on the chap's back and +knock him down, and didn't yer run back again? +And warn't there a chance, ef one of the bobbies +had got hold of yer collar and found it in yer hand, +of yer being had up for stealing it? And then yer +walks off and don't give him a chance of giving yer +nuffin. My eye, but yer are a flat!"</p> + +<p>"I don't suppose you will quite understand, Bill. +But when people do a thing to oblige somebody, and +not as a piece of regular work, they don't expect to +be paid. I shouldn't have liked it if they had offered +me money for such a thing."</p> + +<p>"Well, ef yer says so, no doubt it's right," Bill +rejoined; "but it seems a rum sort of notion to me.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span> +When people loses things they expects to pay to get +'em back. Why, don't yer see outside the p'lice +station, and in the shop winders, papers offering so +much for giving back things as is lost. I can't read +'em myself, yer know; but chaps have read 'em to +me. Why, I've heerd of as much as five quid being +offered for watches and sichlike as was lost by ladies +coming out of theayters, and I have often thought +what a turn of luck it would be to light on one of +'em. And now yer says as I oughtn't to take the +money ef I found it."</p> + +<p>"No, I don't say that, Bill. If you found a thing +and saw a reward offered, and you wanted the +money, you would have good right to take it. But, +you see, in this case I saw how sorry the girl was at +losing her locket, and I went after it to please her, +and I was quite content that I got it back for +her."</p> + +<p>Bill tried again to think the matter over in his +mind, but he was getting warm and sleepy, and in +a few minutes was sound off.</p> + +<p>Two or three days later the lads had, to their great +satisfaction, obtained a job. Walnuts were just +coming in, and the boys were engaged to take off the +green shucks. Bill was particularly pleased, for he +had never before been taken on for such a job, and +he considered it a sort of promotion. Five or six +women were also employed, and as the group were +standing round some great baskets Bill suddenly +nudged his friend:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I say, my eye, aint that little gal pretty?"</p> + +<p>George looked up from his work and at once +recognized the girl to whom he had restored the +locket. Her eye fell on him at the same moment.</p> + +<p>"There, papa!" she exclaimed. "I told you if +you brought me down to the market I felt sure I +should know the boy again if I saw him. That's +him, the one looking down into the basket. But he +knew me again, for I saw him look surprised when +he noticed me."</p> + +<p>The gentleman made his way through the women +to George.</p> + +<p>"My lad, are you the boy who restored the locket +to my daughter three evenings ago?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir," George said, coloring as he looked +up. "I was standing close by when the boy took it, +so I gave chase and brought it back, and that's all."</p> + +<p>"You were off again in such a hurry that we +hadn't time to thank you. Just come across to my +daughter. I suppose you can leave your work for +a minute?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir. We are working by the job," George +said, and looking rather shamefaced he followed the +gentleman to the sidewalk.</p> + +<p>"This is your boy, as you call him, Nellie."</p> + +<p>"I was sure I should know him again," the child +said, "though I only saw him for a moment. We +are very much obliged to you, boy, papa and me, because +it had been mamma's locket, and we should +have been very sorry to have lost it."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I am glad I was able to get it back for you," +George said; "but I don't want to be thanked for +doing it; and I don't want to be paid either, thank +you, sir," he said, flushing as the gentleman put his +hand into his pocket.</p> + +<p>"No! and why not?" the gentleman said in surprise. +"You have done me a great service, and +there is no reason why I should not pay you for it. +If I had lost it I would gladly have paid a reward to +get it back."</p> + +<p>"Thank you, sir," George said quietly; "but all +the same I would rather not be paid for a little thing +like that."</p> + +<p>"You are a strange fellow," the gentleman said +again. "One does not expect to find a boy in the +market here refusing money when he has earned it."</p> + +<p>"I should not refuse it if I had earned it," George +said; "but I don't call getting back a locket for a +young lady who has lost it earning money."</p> + +<p>"How do you live, lad? You don't speak like a +boy who has been brought up in the market here."</p> + +<p>"I have only been here three months," George +said. "I came up to London to look for work, but +could not get any. Most days I go about looking +for it, and do what odd jobs I can get when there's +a chance."</p> + +<p>"What sort of work do you want? Have you +been accustomed to any work? Perhaps I could +help you."</p> + +<p>"I have been a year as an errand-boy," George<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span> +answered; "but I didn't like it, and I thought I +would rather get some sort of work that I could +work at when I got to be a man instead of sticking +in a shop."</p> + +<p>"Did you run away from home, then?" the gentleman +asked.</p> + +<p>"No, sir. My mother was ill and went into an +infirmary, and so as I was alone I thought I would +come to London and try to get the sort of work I +liked; but I have tried almost all over London."</p> + +<p>"And are you all alone here?"</p> + +<p>"No, sir, not quite alone. I found a friend in +that boy there, and we have worked together since I +came up."</p> + +<p>"Well, lad, if you really want work I can give it +you."</p> + +<p>"Oh, thank you, sir!" George exclaimed fervently.</p> + +<p>"And your friend too, if he likes. I have some +works down at Limehouse and employ a good many +boys. Here is the address;" and he took a card +from his pocket, wrote a few words on the back of +it, and handed it to George.</p> + +<p>"Ask for the foreman, and give him that, and he +will arrange for you to begin work on Monday. +Come along, Nellie; we have got to buy the fruit for +to-morrow, you know."</p> + +<p>So saying he took his daughter's hand, and +George, wild with delight, ran off to tell Bill that he +had obtained work for them both.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Well, Nellie, are you satisfied?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, I am glad you could give him work, papa; +didn't he look pleased? Wasn't it funny his saying +he wouldn't have any money?"</p> + +<p>"Yes; I hardly expected to have met with a refusal +in Covent Garden; but you were right, child, +and you are a better judge of character than I gave +you credit for. You said he was a nice-looking lad, +and spoke like a gentleman, and he does. He is +really a very good style of boy. Of course he is +shabby and dirty now, and you see he has been an +errand-boy at a grocer's; but he must have been better +brought up than the generality of such lads. +The one he called his friend looked a wild sort of +specimen, altogether a different sort of boy. I +should say he was one of the regular arabs hanging +about this place. If so, I expect a very few days' +work will sicken him; but I shouldn't be surprised +if your boy, as you call him, sticks to it."</p> + +<p>The next morning the two boys presented themselves +at Mr. Penrose's works at Limehouse. These +were sawing and planing works, and the sound of +many wheels, and the hoarse rasping sound of saws +innumerable, came out through the open windows +of the building as they entered the yard.</p> + +<p>"Now what do you boys want?" a workman said +as he appeared at one of the doors.</p> + +<p>"We want to see the foreman," George said. "I +have a card for him from Mr. Penrose."</p> + +<p>"I will let him know," the man replied.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span></p> + +<p>Two minutes later the foreman came out, and +George handed him the card. He read what Mr. +Penrose had written upon it and said:</p> + +<p>"Very well, you can come in on Monday; pay, +eight shillings a week; seven o'clock; there, that will +do. Oh, what are your names?" taking out a +pocket-book. "George Andrews and William +Smith;" and then, with a nod, he went back into his +room, while the boys, almost bewildered at the +rapidity with which the business had been arranged, +went out into the street again.</p> + +<p>"There we are, Bill, employed," George said in +delight.</p> + +<p>"Yes, there we is," Bill agreed, but in a more +doubtful tone; "it's a rum start, aint it? I don't +expect I shall make much hand of it, but I am wery +glad for you, George."</p> + +<p>"Why shouldn't you make much hand of it? +You are as strong as I am."</p> + +<p>"Yes; but then, you see, I aint been accustomed +to work regular, and I expect I shan't like it—not +at first; but I am going to try. George, don't +yer think as I aint agoing to try. I aint that sort; +still I expects I shall get the sack afore long."</p> + +<p>"Nonsense, Bill! you will like it when you once +get accustomed to it, and it's a thousand times better +having to draw your pay regularly at the end of the +week than to get up in the morning not knowing +whether you are going to have breakfast or not. +Won't mother be pleased when I write and tell her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span> +I have got a place! Last time she wrote she said +that she was a great deal better, and the doctor +thought she would be out in the spring, and then I +hope she will be coming up here, and that will be +jolly."</p> + +<p>"Yes, that's just it," Bill said; "that's whear it +is; you and I will get on fust-rate, but it aint likely +as your mother would put up with a chap like me."</p> + +<p>"My mother knows that you have been a good +friend to me, Bill, and that will be quite enough +for her. You wait till you see her."</p> + +<p>"My eye, what a lot of little houses there is about +here!" Bill said, "just all the same pattern; and +how wide the streets is to what they is up Drury +Lane!"</p> + +<p>"Yes, we ought to have no difficulty in getting a +room here, Bill, now that we shall have money to +pay for it; only think, we shall have sixteen shillings +a week between us!"</p> + +<p>"It's a lot of money," Bill said vaguely. "Sixteen +bob! My eye, there aint no saying what it +will buy! I wish I looked a little bit more respectable," +he said, with a new feeling as to the deficiencies +of his attire. "It didn't matter in the Garden; +but to go to work with a lot of other chaps, these +togs aint what you may call spicy."</p> + +<p>"They certainly are not, Bill," George said with +a laugh. "We must see what we can manage."</p> + +<p>George's own clothes were worn and old, but they +looked respectable indeed by the side of those of his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span> +companion. Bill's elbows were both out, the jacket +was torn and ragged, he had no waistcoat, and his +trousers were far too large for him, and were kept +up by a single brace, and were patched in a dozen +places.</p> + +<p>When George first met him he was shoeless, but +soon after they had set up housekeeping together +George had bought from a cobbler's stall a pair of +boots for two shillings, and these, although now almost +falling to pieces, were still the best part of +Bill's outfit.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_III" id="CHAPTER_III"></a>CHAPTER III.</h2> + +<h3>WORK.</h3> + + +<p>The next morning George went out with the +bundle containing his Sunday clothes, which had +been untouched since his arrival in town, and going +to an old-clothes shop he exchanged them for a suit +of working clothes in fair condition, and then returning +hid his bundle in the hay and rejoined Bill, +who had from early morning been at work shelling +walnuts. Although Bill was somewhat surprised +at his companion not beginning work at the usual +time he asked no questions, for his faith in George +was so unbounded that everything he did was right +in his eyes.</p> + +<p>"There is our last day's work in the market, Bill," +George said as they reached their loft that evening.</p> + +<p>"It's your last day's work, George, I aint no +doubt; but I expects it aint mine by a long way. I +have been a-thinking over this 'ere go, and I don't +think as it will act nohow. In the first place I aint +fit to go to such a place, and they are sure to make +it hot for me."</p> + +<p>"That's nonsense, Bill; there are lots of roughish +sort of boys in works of that sort, and you will soon +be at home with the rest."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span></p> + +<p>"In the next place," Bill went on, unheeding the +interruption, "I shall be getting into some blooming +row or other afore I have been there a week, and +they will like enough turn you out as well as me. +That's what I am a-thinking most on, George. If +they chucks me the chances are as they chucks you +too; and if they did that arter all the pains you have +had to get a place I should go straight off and make +a hole in the water. That's how I looks at it."</p> + +<p>"But I don't think, Bill, that there's any chance +of your getting into a row. Of course at first we +must both expect to be blown up sometimes, but if +we do our best and don't answer back again we shall +do as well as the others."</p> + +<p>"Oh, I shouldn't cheek 'em back," Bill said. "I +am pretty well used to getting blown up. Every +one's always at it, and I know well enough as it +don't pay to cheek back, not unless you have got a +market-cart between you and a clear road for a bolt. +I wasn't born yesterday. Yer've been wery good to +me, you have, George, and before any harm should +come to yer through me, s'help me, I'd chuck myself +under a market-wagon."</p> + +<p>"I know you would, Bill; but, whatever you say, +you have been a far greater help to me than I have +to you. Anyhow we are not going to part now. +You are coming to work with me to start with, and +I know you will do your best to keep your place. +If you fail, well, so much the worse, it can't be +helped; but after our being sent there by Mr. Pen<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span>rose +I feel quite sure that the foreman would not +turn me off even if he had to get rid of you."</p> + +<p>"D'yer think so?"</p> + +<p>"I do, indeed, Bill."</p> + +<p>"Will yer take yer davey?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, if it's any satisfaction to you, Bill, I will +take my davey that I do not think that they would +turn me off even if they sent you away."</p> + +<p>"And yer really wants me to go with yer, so help +yer?"</p> + +<p>"Really and truly, Bill."</p> + +<p>"Wery well, George, then I goes; but mind yer, +it's 'cause yer wishes me."</p> + +<p>So saying, Bill curled himself up in the hay, and +George soon heard by his regular breathing that he +was sound asleep.</p> + +<p>The next morning, before anyone was stirring, +they went down into the yard, as was their custom +on Sunday mornings, for a good wash, stripping to +the waist and taking it by turns to pump over each +other. Bill had at first protested against the +fashion, saying as he did very well and did not see +no use in it; but seeing that George really enjoyed it +he followed his example. After a morning or two, +indeed, and with the aid of a piece of soap which +George had bought, Bill got himself so bright and +shiny as to excite much sarcastic comment and remark +from his former companions, which led to +more than one pugilistic encounter.</p> + +<p>That morning George remained behind in the loft<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span> +for a minute or two after Bill had run down, attired +only in his trousers. When Bill went up the ladder +after his ablutions he began hunting about in the +hay.</p> + +<p>"What are you up to, Bill?"</p> + +<p>"Blest if I can find my shirt. Here's two of +yourn knocking about, but I can't see where's mine, +nor my jacket neither."</p> + +<p>"It's no use your looking, Bill, for you won't find +them, and even if you found them you couldn't put +'em on. I have torn them up."</p> + +<p>"Torn up my jacket!" Bill exclaimed in consternation. +"What lark are yer up to now, George?"</p> + +<p>"No lark at all. We are going together to work +to-morrow, and you could not go as you were; so +you put on that shirt and those things," and he +threw over the clothes he had procured the day +before.</p> + +<p>Bill looked in astonishment.</p> + +<p>"Why, where did yer get 'em, George? I knows +yer only had four bob with what we got yesterday. +Yer didn't find 'em, and yer didn't—no, in course +yer didn't—nip 'em."</p> + +<p>"No, I didn't steal them certainly," George said, +laughing. "I swapped my Sunday clothes for them +yesterday. I can do without them very well till we +earn enough to get another suit. There, don't say +anything about it, Bill, else I will punch your +head."</p> + +<p>Bill stared at him with open eyes for a minute,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span> +and then threw himself down in the hay and burst +into tears.</p> + +<p>"Oh, I say, don't do that!" George exclaimed. +"What have you to cry about?"</p> + +<p>"Aint it enough to make a cove cry," Bill sobbed, +"to find a chap doing things for him like that? I +wish I may die if I don't feel as if I should bust. +It's too much, that's what it is, and it's all on one +side; that's the wust of it."</p> + +<p>"I dare say you will make it even some time, Bill; +so don't let's say anything more about it, but put +on your clothes. We will have a cup of coffee each +and a loaf between us for breakfast, and then we will +go for a walk into the park, the same as we did last +Sunday, and hear the preaching."</p> + +<p>The next morning they were up at their accustomed +hour and arrived at the works at Limehouse +before the doors were opened. Presently some men +and boys arrived, the doors were opened, and the +two boys followed the others in.</p> + +<p>"Hallo! who are you?" the man at the gate +asked.</p> + +<p>George gave their names, and the man looked at +his time-book.</p> + +<p>"Yes, it's all right; you are the new boys. You +are to go into that planing-shop," and he pointed to +one of the doors opening into the yard.</p> + +<p>The boys were not long before they were at work. +Bill was ordered to take planks from a large pile +and to hand them to a man, who passed them under<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span> +one of the planing-machines. George was told to +take them away as fast as they were finished and +pile them against a wall. When the machines +stopped for any adjustment or alteration both were +to sweep up the shavings and ram them into bags, +in which they were carried to the engine-house.</p> + +<p>For a time the boys were almost dazzled by the +whirl of the machinery, the rapid motion of the +numerous wheels and shafting overhead, and of the +broad bands which carried the power from them to +the machinery on the floor, by the storm of shavings +which flew from the cutters, and the unceasing +activity which prevailed around them. Beyond receiving +an occasional order, shouted in a loud tone—for +conversation in an ordinary voice would have +been inaudible—nothing occurred till the bell rang +at half-past eight for breakfast. Then the machinery +suddenly stopped, and a strange hush succeeded +the din which had prevailed.</p> + +<p>"How long have we got now?" George asked the +man from whose bench he had been taking the +planks.</p> + +<p>"Half an hour," the man said as he hurried +away.</p> + +<p>"Well, what do you think of it, Bill?" George +asked when they had got outside.</p> + +<p>"Didn't think as there could be such a row," Bill +replied. "Why, talk about the Garden! Lor', +why it aint nothing to it. I hardly knew what I +was a-doing at first."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span></p> + +<p>"No more did I, Bill. You must mind what you +do and not touch any of those straps and wheels and +things. I know when I was at Croydon there was a +man killed in a sawmill there by being caught in the +strap; they said it drew him up and smashed him +against the ceiling. And now we had better look +out for a baker's."</p> + +<p>"I suppose there aint a coffee-stall nowhere +handy?"</p> + +<p>"I don't suppose there is, Bill; at any rate we +have no time to spare to look for one. There's a +pump in the yard, so we can have a drink of water +as we come back. Well, the work doesn't seem +very hard, Bill," George said as they ate their +bread.</p> + +<p>"No, it aint hard," Bill admitted, "if it weren't +for all them rattling wheels. But I expect it aint +going to be like that regular. They've just gived +us an easy job to begin with. Yer'll see it will be +worse presently."</p> + +<p>"We shall soon get accustomed to the noise, Bill, +and I don't think we shall find the work any harder. +They don't put boys at hard work, but just jobs like +we are doing, to help the men."</p> + +<p>"What shall we do about night, George?"</p> + +<p>"I think that at dinner-time we had better ask the +man we work for. He looks a good-natured sort +of chap. He may know of someone he could +recommend us to."</p> + +<p>They worked steadily till dinner-time; then as<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span> +they came out George said to the man with whom +they were working:</p> + +<p>"We want to get a room. We have been lodging +together in London, and don't know anyone +down here. I thought perhaps you could tell us of +some quiet, respectable people who have a room to +let?"</p> + +<p>The man looked at George more closely than he +had hitherto done.</p> + +<p>"Well, there aint many people as would care +about taking in two boys, but you seem a well-spoken +young chap and different to most of 'em. Do you +think you could keep regular hours, and not come +clattering in and out fifty times in the evening, and +playing tom-fools' tricks of all sorts?"</p> + +<p>"I don't think we should be troublesome," +George said; "and I am quite sure we shouldn't be +noisy."</p> + +<p>"You would want to be cooked for, in course?"</p> + +<p>"No, I don't think so," George said. "Beyond +hot water for a cup of tea in the evening, we should +not want much cooking done, especially if there is +a coffee-stall anywhere where we could get a cup in +the morning."</p> + +<p>"You haven't got any traps, I suppose?"</p> + +<p>George looked puzzled.</p> + +<p>"I mean bed and chairs, and so on."</p> + +<p>George shook his head.</p> + +<p>"We might get them afterwards, but we haven't +any now."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Well, I don't mind trying you young fellows. +I have got a bedroom in my place empty. A brother +of mine who lodged and worked with me has just +got a job as foreman down in the country. At any +rate I will try you for a week, and if at the end of +that time you and my missis don't get on together +you must shift. Two bob a week. I suppose that +will about suit you?"</p> + +<p>George said that would suit very well, and expressed +his thanks to the man for taking them in.</p> + +<p>They had been walking briskly since they left the +works, and now stopped suddenly before the door of +a house in a row. It was just like its neighbor, except +that George noticed that the blinds and windows +were cleaner than the others, and that the door +had been newly painted and varnished.</p> + +<p>"Here we are," the man said. "You had best +come in and see the missis and the room. Missis!" +he shouted, and a woman appeared from the backroom. +"I have let Harry's room, mother," he said, +"and these are the new lodgers."</p> + +<p>"My stars, John!" she exclaimed; "you don't +mean to say that you let the room to them two boys. +I should have thought you had better sense. Why, +they will be trampling up and down the stairs like +young hosses, wear out the oil cloth, and frighten +the baby into fits. I never did hear such a +thing!"</p> + +<p>"I think they are quiet boys, Bessie, and won't +give much trouble. At any rate I have agreed to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span> +try them for a week, and if you don't get on with +them at the end of that time, of course they must +go. They have only come to work at the shop to-day; +they work with me, and as far as I can see they +are quiet young chaps enough. Come along, lads, +I will show you your room."</p> + +<p>It was halfway up the stairs, at the back of the +house, over the kitchen, which was built out there. +It was a comfortable little room, not large, but sufficiently +so for two boys. There was a bed, a chest +of drawers, two chairs, and a dressing-table, and a +strip of carpet ran alongside the bed, and there was, +moreover, a small fireplace.</p> + +<p>"Will that do for you?" the man asked.</p> + +<p>"Capitally," George said; "it could not be nicer;" +while Bill was so taken aback by its comfort and +luxury that he was speechless.</p> + +<p>"Well, that's settled, then," the man said. "If +you have got any things you can bring 'em in when +you like."</p> + +<p>"We have not got any to speak of," George said, +flushing a little. "I came up from the country +three months ago to look for work, and beyond odd +jobs I have had nothing to do since, so that everything +I had is pretty well gone; but I can pay a +week's rent in advance," he said, putting his hand +in his pocket.</p> + +<p>"Oh, you needn't mind that!" the man said; "as +you work in the shop it's safe enough. Now I must +get my dinner, else I shall be late for work."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Well, Bill, what do you think of that?" George +asked as they left the house.</p> + +<p>"My eye," Bill exclaimed in admiration; "aint it +nice just! Why, yer couldn't get a room like that, +not furnished, anywhere near the market, not at +four bob a week. Aint it clean just; so help me if +the house don't look as if it has been scrubbed down +every day! What a woman that must be for washing!"</p> + +<p>"Yes; we shall have to rub our feet well, Bill, and +make as little mess as we can in going in and out."</p> + +<p>"I should think so," Bill said. "It don't seem to +me as if it could be true as we're to have such a room +as that to ourselves, and to walk into a house bold +without being afraid as somebody would have his +eye on you, and chivey you; and eight bob a week +for grub regular."</p> + +<p>"Well, let's get some bread and cheese, Bill; +pretty near half our time must be gone, and mind +we must be very saving at first. There will be several +things to get; a kettle and a teapot, and a coffeepot, +and some cups and saucers, and we shall want a +gridiron for frying rashers of bacon upon."</p> + +<p>"My eye, won't it be prime!" Bill broke in.</p> + +<p>"And we shall want some towels," George went +on with his enumeration.</p> + +<p>"Towels!" repeated Bill. "What are they +like?"</p> + +<p>"They are cloths for wiping your hands and face +after you have washed."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Well, if yer says we wants 'em, George, of +course we must get 'em; but I've always found my +hands dried quick enough by themselves, especially +if I gived 'em a rub on my trousers."</p> + +<p>"And then, Bill, you know," George went on, "I +want to save every penny we can, so as to get some +things to furnish two rooms by the time mother +comes out."</p> + +<p>"Yes, in course we must," Bill agreed warmly, +though a slight shade passed over his face at the +thought that they were not to be always alone together. +"Well, yer know, George, I am game for +anythink. I can hold on with a penn'orth of bread +a day. I have done it over and over, and if yer says +the word I am ready to do it again."</p> + +<p>"No, Bill, we needn't do that," George laughed. +"Still, we must live as cheap as we can. We will +stick to bread for breakfast, and bread and cheese +for dinner, and bread for supper, with sometimes a +rasher as a great treat. At any rate we will try to +live on six shillings a week."</p> + +<p>"Oh! we can do that fine," Bill said confidently; +"and then two shillings for rent, and that will leave +us eight shillings a week to put by."</p> + +<p>"Mother said that the doctor didn't think she +would be able to come out 'til the spring. We are +just at the beginning of November, so if she comes +out the first of April, that's five months, say twenty-two +weeks. Twenty-two weeks at eight shillings, +let me see. That's eight pounds in twenty weeks,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span> +eight pounds sixteen altogether, that would furnish +two rooms very well, I should think."</p> + +<p>"My eye, I should think so!" Bill exclaimed, for +to his mind eight pound sixteen was an almost unheard-of +sum, and the fact that his companion had +been able to calculate it increased if possible his admiration +for him.</p> + +<p>It needed but two or three days to reconcile Mrs. +Grimstone to her new lodgers.</p> + +<p>"I wouldn't have believed," she said at the end of +the week to a neighbor, "as two boys could have +been that quiet. They comes in after work as regular +as the master. They rubs their feet on the mat, +and you can scarce hear 'em go upstairs, and I don't +hear no more of 'em till they goes out agin in the +morning. They don't come back here to breakfast +or dinner. Eats it, I suppose, standing +like."</p> + +<p>"But what do they do with themselves all the +evening, Mrs. Grimstone?"</p> + +<p>"One of 'em reads to the other. I think I can +hear a voice going regular over the kitchen."</p> + +<p>"And how's their room?"</p> + +<p>"As clean and tidy as a new pin. They don't +lock the door when they goes out, and I looked in +yesterday, expecting to find it like a pigsty; but +they had made the bed afore starting for work, and +set everything in its place, and laid the fire like for +when they come back."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Grimstone was right. George had expended<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span> +six pence in as many old books at a bookstall. One +of them was a spelling-book, and he had at once set +to work teaching Bill his letters. Bill had at first +protested. "He had done very well without reading, +and didn't see much good in it." However, as +George insisted he gave way, as he would have done +to any proposition whatever upon which his friend +had set his mind. So for an hour every evening +after they had finished tea Bill worked at his letters +and spelling, and then George read aloud to him +from one of the other books.</p> + +<p>"You must get on as fast as you can this winter, +Bill," he said; "because when the summer evenings +come we shall want to go for long walks."</p> + +<p>They found that they did very well upon the sum +they agreed on. Tea and sugar cost less than +George had expected. Mrs. Grimstone took in for +them regularly a halfpenny-worth of milk, and for +tea they were generally able to afford a bloater between +them, or a very thin rasher of bacon. Their +enjoyment of their meals was immense. Bill indeed +frequently protested that they were spending too +much money; but George said as long as they kept +within the sum agreed upon, and paid their rent, +coal, candles, and what little washing they required +out of the eight shillings a week, they were doing +very well.</p> + +<p>They had by this time got accustomed to the din +of the machinery, and were able to work in comfort. +Mr. Penrose had several times come through the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span> +room, and had given them a nod. After they had +been there a month he spoke to Grimstone.</p> + +<p>"How do those boys do their work?"</p> + +<p>"Wonderful well, sir; they are the two best boys +we have ever had. No skylarking about, and I +never have to wait a minute for a plank. They +generally comes in a few minutes before time and +gets the bench cleared up. They are first-rate boys. +They lodge with me, and two quieter and better-behaved +chaps in a house there never was."</p> + +<p>"I am glad to hear it," Mr. Penrose said. "I am +interested in them, and am pleased to hear so good +an account."</p> + +<p>That Saturday, to their surprise, when they went +to get their money they received ten shillings apiece.</p> + +<p>"That's two shillings too much," George said as +the money was handed to them.</p> + +<p>"That's all right," the foreman said. "The +governor ordered you both to have a rise."</p> + +<p>"My eye!" Bill said as they went out. "What +do you think of that, George? Four bob a week +more to put by regularly. How much more will +that make by the time your mother comes?"</p> + +<p>"We won't put it all by, Bill. I think the other +will be enough. This four shillings a week we will +put aside at present for clothes. We want two more +shirts apiece, and some more stockings, and we shall +want some shoes before long, and another suit of +clothes each. We must keep ourselves decent, you +know."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span></p> + +<p>From the time when they began work the boys +had gone regularly every Sunday morning to a small +iron church near their lodging, and they also went +to an evening service once a week. Their talk, too, +at home was often on religion, for Bill was extremely +anxious to learn, and although his questions +and remarks often puzzled George to answer, he +was always ready to explain things as far as he +could.</p> + +<p>February came, and to George's delight he heard, +from his mother that she was so much better that +the doctor thought that when she came out at the +end of April she would be as strong as she had ever +been. Her eyes had benefited greatly by her long +rest, and she said that she was sure she should be +able to do work as before. She had written several +times since they had been at Limehouse, expressing +her great pleasure at hearing that George was so +well and comfortable. At Christmas, the works +being closed for four days, George had gone down +to see her, and they had a delightful talk together. +Christmas had indeed been a memorable occasion to +the boys, for on Christmas Eve the carrier had left a +basket at Grimstone's directed "George Andrews." +The boys had prepared their Christmas dinner, consisting +of some fine rashers of bacon and sixpenny-worth +of cold plum pudding from a cook-shop, and +had already rather lamented this outlay, for Mrs. +Grimstone had that afternoon invited them to dine +downstairs. George was reading from a book<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span> +which he bought for a penny that morning when +there was a knock at the door, and Mrs. Grimstone +said:</p> + +<p>"Here is a hamper for you, George."</p> + +<p>"A hamper for me!" George exclaimed in astonishment, +opening the door. "Why, whoever could +have sent a hamper for me! It must be a mistake."</p> + +<p>"That's your name on the direction, anyhows," +Mrs. Grimstone said.</p> + +<p>"Yes, that's my name, sure enough," George +agreed, and at once began to unknot the string +which fastened down the lid.</p> + +<p>"Here is a Christmas card at the top!" he +shouted. He turned it over. On the back were the +words:</p> + +<p>"With all good wishes, Helen Penrose."</p> + +<p>"Well, that is kind," George said in rather a +husky voice; and indeed it was the kindness that +prompted the gift rather than the gift itself that +touched him.</p> + +<p>"Now, then, George," Bill remonstrated; "never +mind that there card, let's see what's inside."</p> + +<p>The hamper was unpacked, and was found to contain +a cold goose, a Christmas pudding, and some +oranges and apples. These were all placed on the +table, and when Mrs. Grimstone had retired Bill +executed a war-dance in triumph and delight.</p> + +<p>"I never did see such a game," he said at last, as +he sat down exhausted. "There's a Christmas din<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span>ner +for yer! Why, it's like them stories of the genii +you was a-telling me about—chaps as come whenever +yer rubbed a ring or an old lamp, and brought +a tuck-out or whatever yer asked for. Of course +that wasn't true; yer told me it wasn't, and I +shouldn't have believed it if yer hadn't, but this 'ere +is true. Now I sees, George, as what yer said was +right and what I said was wrong. I thought yer +were a flat 'cause yer wouldn't take nothing for getting +back that there locket, and now yer see what's +come of it, two good berths for us and a Christmas +dinner fit for a king. Now what are we going to +do with it, 'cause yer know we dines with them +downstairs to-morrow?"</p> + +<p>"The best thing we can do, I think," George answered, +"will be to invite all of them downstairs, +Bob Grimstone, his wife, and the three young uns, +to supper, not to-morrow night nor the night after, +because I shan't be back from Croydon till late, but +say the evening after."</p> + +<p>"But we can't hold them all," Bill said, looking +round the room.</p> + +<p>"No, we can't hold them here, certainly, but I +dare say they will let us have the feed in their parlor. +There will be nothing to get, you know, but some +bread and butter, and some beer for Bob. Mrs. +Grimstone don't take it, so we must have plenty of +tea."</p> + +<p>"I should like some beer too, just for once, +George, with such a blow-out as that."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span></p> + +<p>"No, no, Bill, you and I will stick to tea. You +know we agreed that we wouldn't take beer. If we +begin it once we shall want it again, so we are not +going to alter from what we agreed to. We see +plenty of the misery which drink causes all round +and the way in which money is wasted over it. I +like a glass of beer as well as you do, and when I +get to be a man I dare say I shall take a glass with +my dinner regularly, though I won't do even that if +I find it makes me want to take more; but anyhow at +present we can do without it."</p> + +<p>Bill agreed, and the dinner-party downstairs and +the supper two nights afterwards came off in due +course, and were both most successful.</p> + +<p>The acknowledgment of the gift had been a matter +of some trouble to George, but he had finally +bought a pretty New Year's card and had written +on the back, "with the grateful thanks of George +Andrews," and had sent it to the daughter of his +employer.</p> + +<p>At the beginning of April George had consulted +Grimstone and his wife as to the question of preparing +a home for his mother.</p> + +<p>"How much would two rooms cost?" he had +asked; "one a good-sized one and the other the same +size as ours."</p> + +<p>"Four shillings or four and sixpence," Mrs. +Grimstone replied.</p> + +<p>"And supposing we had a parlor and two little +bedrooms?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Five and sixpence or six shillings, I should say," +Mrs. Grimstone replied.</p> + +<p>"And how much for a whole house?"</p> + +<p>"It depends upon the size. We pay seven shillings +a week, but you might get one without the +kitchen and bedroom over it behind for six shillings."</p> + +<p>"That would be much the nicest," George said, +"only it would cost such a lot to furnish it."</p> + +<p>"But you needn't furnish it all at once," Mrs. +Grimstone suggested. "Just a kitchen and two +bedrooms for a start, and you can put things into +the parlor afterwards. That's the way we did when +we first married. But you must have some furniture."</p> + +<p>"And how much will it cost for the kitchen and +two bedrooms?"</p> + +<p>"Of course going cheaply to work and buying +the things secondhand, I should say I could pick up +the things for you, so that you could do very well," +Mrs. Grimstone said, "for six or seven pounds."</p> + +<p>"That will do capitally," George said, "for by +the end of this month Bill and I will have more than +ten pounds laid by."</p> + +<p>"What! since you came here?" Grimstone exclaimed +in astonishment. "Do you mean to say +you boys have laid by five pounds apiece?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, and bought a lot of things too," his wife +put in.</p> + +<p>"Why, you must have been starving yourselves!"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span></p> + +<p>"We don't look like it," George laughed. "I +am sure Bill is a stone heavier than when he came +here."</p> + +<p>"Well, young chap, it does you a lot of credit," +Bob Grimstone said. "It isn't every boy, by a long +way, would stint himself as you must have done for +the last five months to make a comfortable home for +his mother, for I know lots of men who are earning +their two quid a week and has their old people in +the workhouse. Well, all I can say is that if I or +the missis here can be of any use to you in taking a +house we shall be right down glad."</p> + +<p>"Thank you," George said. "We will look +about for a house, and when we have fixed on one +if you or Mrs. Grimstone will go about it for +us I shall be much obliged, for I don't think +landlords would be inclined to let a house to two +boys."</p> + +<p>"All right, George! we will do that for you with +pleasure. Besides, you know, there are things, +when you are going to take a house, that you stand +out for; such as papering and painting, or putting +in a new range, and things of that sort."</p> + +<p>After their dinner on the following Sunday the +two boys set out house-hunting.</p> + +<p>"If it's within a mile that will do," George said. +"It doesn't matter about our going home in the +breakfast time. We can bring our grub in a basket +and our tea in a bottle, as several of the hands do; +but if it's over a mile we shall have to hurry to get<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span> +there and back for dinner. Still there are plenty of +houses in a mile."</p> + +<p>There were indeed plenty of houses, in long regular +rows, bare and hard-looking, but George wanted +to find something more pleasant and homelike than +these. Late in the afternoon he came upon what he +wanted. It was just about a mile from the works +and beyond the lines of regular streets. Here he +found a turning off the main road with but eight +houses in it, four on each side. It looked as if the +man who built them had intended to run a street +down for some distance, but had either been unable +to obtain enough ground or had changed his mind.</p> + +<p>They stood in pairs, each with its garden in front, +with a bow-window and little portico. They appeared +to be inhabited by a different class to those +who lived in the rows, chiefly by city clerks, for the +gardens were nicely kept, the blinds were clean and +spotless, muslin curtains hung in the windows, and +fancy tables with pretty ornaments stood between +them. Fortunately one of them, the last on the +left-hand side, was to let.</p> + +<p>"What do you think of this, Bill?"</p> + +<p>"It seems to be just the thing; but how about the +rent, George? I should think they were awful +dear."</p> + +<p>"I don't suppose they are any more than the +houses in the rows, Bill. They are very small, you +see, and I don't suppose they would suit workmen as +well as the others; at any rate we will see."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span></p> + +<p>Whereupon George noted down on a scrap of +paper the name of the agent of whom inquiry was to +be made.</p> + +<p>"No. 8," he said; "but what's the name of the +street? Oh, there it is. Laburnum Villas. No. +8 Laburnum Villas; that sounds first-rate, doesn't +it? I will get Mrs. Grimstone to go round to the +agent to-morrow."</p> + +<p>This Mrs. Grimstone agreed to do directly she +was asked. After speaking to her husband she said, +"I will get the key from the agent's and will be there +just after twelve to-morrow, so if you go there +straight when you get out you will be able to see the +rooms and what state it's in."</p> + +<p>"But how about Bob's dinner?" George asked.</p> + +<p>"Oh, he will have it cold to-morrow, and I will +set it out for him before I start."</p> + +<p>"That is very kind, Mrs. Grimstone, thank you +very much. It would be just the thing."</p> + +<p>Accordingly, at ten minutes past twelve on the +following day the two boys arrived breathless at No. +8 Laburnum Villas.</p> + +<p>"Hurrah!" George shouted, "there is Mrs. +Grimstone at the window."</p> + +<p>The door was opened and they rushed in.</p> + +<p>"It's a tidy little place," Mrs. Grimstone said; +"and it's in good order and won't want any money +laying out upon it."</p> + +<p>The house was certainly small, but the boys were +delighted with it. On the ground-floor were two<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span> +little rooms opening with folding doors, and a little +kitchen built out behind. There was a room over +this, and two rooms above the sitting rooms.</p> + +<p>"That's just the right number," George said, "a +bedroom each for us; it couldn't be nicer; and what +pretty paper!"</p> + +<p>"And there is a good long slip of garden behind," +Mrs. Grimstone said, "where you could grow lots +of vegetables. Of course in the front you would +have flowers."</p> + +<p>"And how much do they want for it?"</p> + +<p>"Seven and sixpence a week, including rates and +taxes. I call it dear for its size, but then of course +it's got the garden and it looks pretty and nice. +The agent says it's been painted and papered from +top to bottom since the last people left, but he says +the owner won't let it unless somebody comes who +is likely to stop, and he will want references of respectability."</p> + +<p>"All right!" George said; "I can manage that," +for he had already been thinking of the question in +his mind; "and we can manage seven and sixpence +a week; can't we, Bill?"</p> + +<p>"We will try, anyhow," Bill said stoutly, for he +was as much pleased with the cottage as George +was.</p> + +<p>They explored the garden behind the house. +This was about a hundred feet long by twenty-five +wide. Half of it was covered with stumps of a +plantation of cabbages, the other half was empty and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span> +had evidently been dug up by the last tenants ready +for planting.</p> + +<p>"Why, I should think we shall be able to grow +all our own potatoes here!" George exclaimed in +delight.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Grimstone was a country woman, and she shook her head.</p> + +<p>"You wouldn't be able to do that, George, not if +you gave it all up to potatoes; but if you planted the +further end with potatoes you might get a good +many, and then, you know, at this end you might +have three or four rows of peas and French beans, +and lettuces and such like, but you will have to get +some manure to put in. Things won't grow without +manure even in the country, and I am sure they +won't here; and then you know you can have flowers +in the front of the house. But it's time for you to +be off, else you will be late at the works. I am sure +it's more than half an hour since you came in. I +will take the key back and tell them they shall have +an answer by Wednesday or Thursday."</p> + +<p>George did not think they could have been a quarter +of an hour; however, he and Bill started at a trot, +which they increased into a run at the top of their +speed when the first clock they saw pointed to seven +minutes to one. The bell was ringing as they approached +the works; it stopped when they were +within fifty yards, and the gate was just closing as +they rushed up.</p> + +<p>"Too late," the man said.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Oh, do let us through," George panted out; "it's +the first time we have ever been late, and we have +run a mile to be here in time!"</p> + +<p>"Oh, it's you, is it?" the man said, opening the +gate a few inches to look through. "Ah, well I +will let you in this time, 'cause you are well-behaved +young chaps; but don't you run it so close another +time, else you will have to lose your hour."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IV" id="CHAPTER_IV"></a>CHAPTER IV.</h2> + +<h3>HOME.</h3> + + +<p>That evening George wrote a letter to Dr. +Jeffries at Croydon, saying that he had taken a +little house for his mother to come to when she +came out of the infirmary, and as he had kindly said +that he would render her help if he could, would he +be good enough to write to the agent whose address +he gave, saying that Mrs. Andrews, who was +about taking No. 8 Laburnum Villas, was a person +of respectability.</p> + +<p>The following evening he received a letter from +the doctor saying that he had written to the agent, +and that he was glad indeed to hear that George +was getting on so well that he was able to provide +a home for his mother.</p> + +<p>On Wednesday at dinner-time Mrs. Grimstone +handed George a key.</p> + +<p>"There you are, George. You are master of +the house now. The agent said the reference was +most satisfactory; so I paid him the seven and sixpence +you gave me for a week's rent in advance, +and you can go in when you like. We shall be +sorry to lose you both, for I don't want two better +lodgers. You don't give no trouble, and all has<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span> +been quiet and pleasant in the house; and to think +what a taking I was in that day as Bob brought +you here for the first time, to think as he had let +the room to two boys. But there, one never +knows, and I wouldn't have believed it as boys could +be so quiet in a house."</p> + +<p>"Now we must begin to see about furniture," +Bob Grimstone said. "The best plan, I think, +will be for you two to go round of an evening to +all the shops in the neighborhood, and mark off just +what you think will suit you. You put down the +prices stuck on them, and just what they are, and +then the missis can go in the morning and bargain +for them. She will get them five shillings in the +pound cheaper than you would. It's wonderful +how women do beat men down, to be sure. When +a man hears what's the price of a thing he leaves +it or takes it just as he likes, but a woman begins +by offering half the sum. Then the chap says no, +and she makes as if she was going away; he lets +her go a little way and then he hollers after her, +and comes down a goodish bit in the price. Then +she says she don't particularly want it and +shouldn't think of giving any such price as that. +Then he tries again, and so they gets on till they +hit on a figure as suits them both. You see that +little tea-caddy in the corner? My wife was just +three weeks buying that caddy. The chap wanted +seven and six for it, and she offered him half a +crown. He came down half a crown at the end of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span> +the first week, and at last she got it for three and +nine. Now, the first thing you have got to do is +to make out a list. First of all you have got to +put down the things as you must have, and then +the things you can do without, though you will +get them if you can afford it. Mother will help +you at that."</p> + +<p>So Mrs. Grimstone and George sat down with +paper and a pencil, and George was absolutely horrified +at the list of things which Mrs. Grimstone +declared were absolutely indispensable. However, +after much discussion, some few items were +marked as doubtful. When the list was finished +the two boys started on an exploring expedition, +and the next week all their evenings were fully occupied. +In ten days after they began the three +bedrooms and the kitchen were really smartly furnished, +Mrs. Grimstone proving a wonderful hand +at bargaining, and making the ten pounds go farther +than George had believed possible. On the +Sunday Bob went with his wife and the boys to +inspect the house.</p> + +<p>"It's a very comfortable little place," he said, +"and that front bedroom with the chintz curtains +the missis made up is as nice a little room as you +want to see. As to the others they will do well +enough for you boys."</p> + +<p>The only articles of furniture in the sitting room +were two long muslin curtains, which Mrs. Grimstone +had bought a bargain at a shop selling off;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span> +for it was agreed that this was necessary to give +the house a furnished appearance. Bob Grimstone +was so much pleased at what had been done +that he shared George's feeling of regret that one +of the sitting rooms could not also be furnished, +and on the walk home said:</p> + +<p>"Look here, George. I know you would like +to have the house nice for your mother. You +couldn't make one of those sitting rooms comfortable +not under a five-pound note, not even with +the missis to market for you, but you might for +that. I have got a little money laid by in the +savings-bank, and I will lend you five pounds, and +welcome, if you like to take it. I know it will be +just as safe with you as it will be there."</p> + +<p>"Thank you very much, Bob—thank you very +much, but I won't take it. In the first place, I +should like mother to know that the furniture is all +ours, bought out of Bill's savings and mine; and +in the next place, I should find it hard at first to +pay back anything. I think we can just manage +on our money, but that will be all. I told you +mother does work, but she mayn't be able to get +any at first, so we can't reckon on that. When +she does, you know, we shall be able gradually to +buy the furniture."</p> + +<p>"Well, perhaps you are right, George," the man +said after a pause. "You would have been welcome +to the money: but perhaps you are right not +to take it. I borrowed a little money when I first<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span> +went into housekeeping, and it took a wonderful +trouble to pay off, and if there's illness or anything +of that sort it weighs on you. Not that I should +be in any hurry about it. It wouldn't worry me, +but it would worry you."</p> + +<p>A week later Mrs. Andrews was to leave the infirmary, +and on Saturday George asked for a day +off to go down to fetch her. Every evening +through the week he and Bill had worked away at +digging up the garden. Fortunately there was +a moon, for it was dark by the time they came out +from the works. Bill was charged with the commission +to lay in the store of provisions for the +Sunday, and he was to be sure to have a capital +fire and tea ready by four o'clock, the hour at which +George calculated he would be back.</p> + +<p>Very delighted was George as in his best suit—for +he and Bill had two suits each now—he stepped +out of the train at Croydon and walked to the +workhouse. His mother had told him that she +would meet him at the gate at half-past two, and +punctually at the time he was there. A few minutes +later Mrs. Andrews came out, not dressed as +he had seen her at Christmas, in the infirmary garb, +but in her own clothes. George gave a cry of delight +as he ran forward to meet her.</p> + +<p>"My darling mother! and you are looking quite +yourself again."</p> + +<p>"I am, thank God, George. It has seemed a +long nine months, but the rest and quiet have done<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span> +wonders for me. Everyone has been very kind; +and of course the knowledge, dear boy, that you +had got work that you liked helped me to get +strong again. And you are looking well too; and +your friend, I hope he is well?"</p> + +<p>"Quite well, mother, but in a great fright about +you. He is glad you are coming because I am +glad; but the poor fellow has quite made up his +mind that you won't like him and you won't think +him a fit companion for me. I told him over and +over again that you are not that sort; but nothing +can persuade him. Of course, mother, he doesn't +talk good grammar, and he uses some queer expressions; +but he is very much changed in that way +since I first knew him, and he tries very hard, and +don't mind a bit how often I correct him, and he +is beginning to read easy words quite well; and +he is one of the best-hearted fellows in the +world."</p> + +<p>"If he is kind to you, George, and fond of you, +that's enough for me," Mrs. Andrews said; "but +I have no doubt I shall soon like him for himself. +You could not like him as much as you do if there +were not something nice about him. And you +have succeeded in getting a room for me in the +house in which you lodge?" for George had never +mentioned a word in his letter about taking a +house, and had asked Dr. Jeffries if he should see +his mother to say nothing to her about his application +to him.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Yes, that's all right, mother," he replied +briskly.</p> + +<p>"And you have got some new clothes since I +saw you last, George. You wanted them; yours +were getting rather shabby when I saw you at +Christmas."</p> + +<p>"Yes, mother, they were."</p> + +<p>"I suppose you had to part with your best suit +while you were so long out of work?"</p> + +<p>"That was it, mother; but you see I have been +able to get some more things. They are only +cheap ones, you know, but they will do very well +until I can afford better ones. I am not walking +too fast for you, am I? But we shall just catch +the train. Or look here, would you mind going +straight by yourself to the railway station? Then +you can walk slowly. I will go round and get your +box. I went into our old place as I came along, +and Mrs. Larkins said she would bring it downstairs +for me as I came back."</p> + +<p>"No, I would rather go round with you, George. +I want to thank her for having kept it for me so +long. Even if we do miss the train it will not matter +much, as it will make no difference whether we +get in town an hour earlier or later."</p> + +<p>As George could not explain his special reason +for desiring to catch that train he was obliged to +agree, and they stopped a quarter of an hour at +their old lodging, as Mrs. Larkins insisted upon +their having a cup of tea which she had prepared<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span> +for them. However, when they reached the station +they found that a train was going shortly, and +when they reached town they were not so very +much later than George had calculated upon.</p> + +<p>They took a cab, for although Mrs. Andrews' +box was not heavy, it was too much for George to +carry that distance; besides, Mrs. Andrews herself +was tired from her walk to the station from the +infirmary, having had no exercise for so long. +When they got into the neighborhood of Limehouse +George got outside to direct the cabman. +It was just a quarter past four when the cab drew up +at No. 8 Laburnum Villas.</p> + +<p>"Why, is this the house?" Mrs. Andrews asked +in surprise as George jumped down and opened the +door. "Why, you told me in one of your letters +it was a house in a row. What a pretty little place! +It is really here, George?"</p> + +<p>"It is here, mother; we moved the other day. +There is Bill at the door;" but Bill, having opened +the door, ran away out into the garden, and +George, having paid the cabman, carried his +mother's box in and entered the house with her.</p> + +<p>"Straight on, mother, into the little room at the +end."</p> + +<p>"What a snug little kitchen!" Mrs. Andrews +said as she entered it; "and tea all laid and ready! +What, have they lent you the room for this evening?"</p> + +<p>"My dear mother," George said, throwing his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span> +arms round her neck, "this is your kitchen and +your house, all there is of it, only the sitting room +isn't furnished yet. We must wait for that, you +know."</p> + +<p>"What! you have taken a whole house, my boy! +that is very nice; but can we afford it, George? It +seems too good to be true."</p> + +<p>"It is quite true, mother, and I think it's a dear +little house, and will be splendid when we have got +it all furnished. Now come up and see the bedrooms. +This is Bill's, you know," and he opened +the door on the staircase, "and this is mine, and +this is yours."</p> + +<p>"Oh, what a pretty little room!" Mrs. Andrews +said: "but, my dear George, the rent of this house +and the hire of the furniture will surely be more +than we can afford to pay. I know what a good +manager you are, my boy, but I have such a horror +of getting into debt that it almost frightens +me."</p> + +<p>"The rent of the house is seven and sixpence a +week, mother, with rates and taxes, and we can +afford that out of Bill's earnings and mine, even +if you did not do any work at all; and as to the +furniture, it is every bit paid for out of our savings +since we went to work."</p> + +<p>On hearing which Mrs. Andrews threw her arms +round George's neck and burst into tears of happiness. +She was not very strong, and the thought +of the sacrifices these two boys must have made to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span> +get a house together for her completely overpowered +her.</p> + +<p>"It seems impossible, George," she said when +she had recovered herself. "Why, you have only +been earning ten shillings a week each, and you +have had to keep yourselves and get clothes and +all sorts of things; it seems impossible."</p> + +<p>"It has not cost so much as you think, mother, +and Bill and I had both learned to live cheap in +Covent Garden; but now let us go downstairs; you +have not seen Bill yet, and I know tea will be +ready."</p> + +<p>But Bill had not yet come in, and George had to +go out into the garden to fetch him.</p> + +<p>"Come on, Bill; mother is delighted with everything. +She won't eat you, you know."</p> + +<p>"No, she won't eat me, George; but she will +think me an out-and-out sort of 'ottentot," which +word had turned up in a book the boys had been +reading on an evening previously.</p> + +<p>"Well, wait till she says so; come along."</p> + +<p>So linking his arm in Bill's, George drew him +along, and brought him shamefaced and bashful +into the kitchen.</p> + +<p>"This is Bill, mother."</p> + +<p>"I am glad to see you, Bill," Mrs. Andrews said, +holding out her hand. "I have heard so much of +you from George that I seem to know you quite +well."</p> + +<p>Bill put his hand out shyly.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I am sure we shall get on well together," Mrs. +Andrews went on. "I shall never forget that you +were a friend to my boy when he was friendless in +London."</p> + +<p>"It's all the t'other way, ma'am," Bill said +eagerly; "don't you go for to think it. Why, just +look what George has done for me! There was I, +a-hanging about the Garden, pretty nigh starving, +and sure to get quadded sooner or later; and now +here I am living decent, and earning a good wage; +and he has taught me to read, ma'am, and to know +about things, and aint been ashamed of me, though +I am so different to what he is. I tell you, ma'am, +there aint no saying what a friend he's been to me, +and I aint done nothing for him as I can see."</p> + +<p>"Well, Bill, you perhaps both owe each other +something," Mrs. Andrews said: "and I owe you +something as well as my son, for George tells me +that it is to your self-denial as well as to his own +that I owe this delightful surprise of finding a home +ready for me; and now," she went on, seeing how +confused and unhappy Bill looked, "I think you +two ought to make tea this evening, for you are the +hosts, and I am the guest. In future it will be my +turn."</p> + +<p>"All right, mother! you sit down in this armchair; +Bill, you do the rashers, and I will pour the +water into the pot and then toast the muffins."</p> + +<p>Bill was at home now; such culinary efforts as +they had hitherto attempted had generally fallen to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span> +his share, as he had a greater aptitude for the work +than George had, and a dish of bacon fried to a +turn was soon upon the table.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Andrews had been watching Bill closely, +and was pleased with the result of her observation. +Bill was indeed greatly improved in appearance +since he had first made George's acquaintance. +His cheeks had filled out, and his face had lost its +hardness of outline; the quick, restless, hunted expression +of his eyes had nearly died out, and he no +longer looked as if constantly on the watch to +dodge an expected cuff; his face had always had +a large share of that merriment and love of fun +which seem the common portion of the London +arabs, and seldom desert them under all their hardships; +but it was a happier and brighter spirit now, +and had altogether lost its reckless character. A +similar change is always observable among the +waifs picked up off the streets by the London +refuges after they have been a few months on board +a training ship.</p> + +<p>When all was ready the party sat down to their +meal. Mrs. Andrews undertook the pouring out +of the tea, saying that although she was a guest, +as the only lady present she should naturally preside. +George cut the bread, and Bill served the +bacon. The muffins were piled on a plate in the +front of the fire as a second course.</p> + +<p>It was perhaps the happiest meal that any of the +three had ever sat down to. Mrs. Andrews was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span> +not only happy at finding so comfortable a home +prepared for her, but was filled with a deep feeling of +pride and thankfulness at the evidence of the +love, steadiness, and self-sacrifice of her son. +George was delighted at having his mother with +him again, and at seeing her happiness and contentment +at the home he had prepared for her. Bill +was delighted because George was so, and he was +moreover vastly relieved at finding Mrs. Andrews +less terrible than he had depicted her.</p> + +<p>After tea was cleared away they talked together +for a while, and then Bill—feeling with instinctive +delicacy that George and his mother would like to +talk together for a time—said he should take a turn +for an hour, and on getting outside the house executed +so wild a war-dance of satisfaction that it was +fortunate it was dark, or Laburnum Villas would +have been astonished and scandalized at the spectacle.</p> + +<p>"I like your friend Bill very much," Mrs. Andrews +said when she was alone with George. "I +was sure from what you told me that he must be +a good-hearted lad; but brought up as he has been, +poor boy, I feared a little that he would scarcely +be a desirable companion in point of manners. Of +course, as you say, his grammar is a little peculiar; +but his manners are wonderfully quiet and nice, +considering all."</p> + +<p>"Look what an example he's had, mother," +George laughed; "but really he has taken great<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span> +pains ever since he knew that you were coming +home. He has been asking me to tell him of anything +he does which is not right, especially about +eating and that sort of thing. You see he had +never used a fork till we came down here, and he +made me show him directly how it should be held +and what to do with it. It has been quite funny to +me to see him watching me at meals, and doing +exactly the same."</p> + +<p>"And you have taught him to read, George?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, mother."</p> + +<p>"And something of better things, George?" she +asked.</p> + +<p>"Yes, mother, as much as I could. He didn't +know anything when I met him; but he goes to +church with me now regularly, and says his prayers +every night, and I can tell you he thinks a lot of it. +More, I think, than I ever did," he added honestly.</p> + +<p>"Perhaps he has done you as much good as you +have done him, George."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps he has, mother; yes, I think so. When +you see a chap so very earnest for a thing you can't +help being earnest yourself; besides, you know, +mother," he went on a little shyly, for George had +not been accustomed to talk much of these matters +with his mother—"you see when one's down in +the world and hard up, and not quite sure about +the next meal, and without any friend, one seems +to think more of these things than one does when +one is jolly at school with other fellows."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Perhaps so, George, though I do not know +why it should be so, for the more blessings one has +the more reason for love and gratitude to the giver. +However, dear, I think we have both reason to be +grateful now, have we not?"</p> + +<p>"That we have, mother. Only think of the difference +since we said good-by to each other last +summer! Now here you are strong and well +again, and we are together and don't mean to be +separated, and I have got a place I like and have +a good chance of getting on in, and we have got a +pretty little house all to ourselves, and you will be +able to live a little like a lady again,—I mean as +you were accustomed to,—and everything is so +nice. Oh, mother, I am sure we have every reason +to be grateful!"</p> + +<p>"We have indeed, George, and I even more than +you, in the proofs you have given me that my son +is likely to turn out all that even I could wish him."</p> + +<p>Bill's hour was a very long one.</p> + +<p>"You must not go out of an evening, Bill, to +get out of our way," Mrs. Andrews said when he +returned, "else I shall think that I am in your way. +It was kind of you to think of it the first evening, +and George and I are glad to have had a long talk +together, but in future I hope you won't do it. +You see there will be lots to do of an evening. +There will be your lessons and George's, for I hope +now that he's settled he will give up an hour or two +every evening to study. Not Latin and Greek,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span> +George," she added, smiling, seeing a look of something +like dismay in George's face, "that will be +only a waste of time to you now, but a study of +such things as may be useful to you in your present +work and in your future life, and a steady course +of reading really good books by good authors. +Then perhaps when you have both done your work, +you will take it by turns to read out loud while I +do my sewing. Then perhaps some day, who +knows, if we get on very flourishingly, after we +have furnished our sitting room, we may be able +to indulge in the luxury of a piano again and have +a little music of an evening."</p> + +<p>"That will be jolly, mother. Why, it will be +really like old times, when you used to sing to +me!"</p> + +<p>Mrs. Andrews' eyes filled with tears at the +thought of the old times, but she kept them back +bravely, so as not to mar, even for a moment, the +happiness of this first evening. So they chatted +till nine o'clock, when they had supper. After it +was over Mrs. Andrews left the room for a minute +and went upstairs and opened her box, and returned +with a Bible in her hand.</p> + +<p>"I think, boys," she said, "we ought to end this +first happy evening in our new home by thanking +God together for his blessings."</p> + +<p>"I am sure we ought, mother," George said, and +Bill's face expressed his approval.</p> + +<p>So Mrs. Andrews read a chapter, and then they<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span> +knelt and thanked God for his blessings, and the +custom thus begun was continued henceforth in +No. 8 Laburnum Villas.</p> + +<p>Hitherto George and his companion had found +things much more pleasant at the works than they +had expected. They had, of course, had principally +to do with Bob Grimstone; still there were +many other men in the shop, and at times, when +his bench was standing idle while some slight alterations +or adjustment of machinery were made, +they were set to work with others. Men are quick +to see when boys are doing their best, and, finding +the lads intent upon their work and given neither +to idleness nor skylarking, they seldom had a sharp +word addressed to them. But after Mrs. Andrews +had come home they found themselves addressed +in a warmer and more kindly manner by the men. +Bob Grimstone had told two or three of his mates +of the sacrifices the boys had made to save up +money to make a home for the mother of one of +them when she came out of hospital. They were +not less impressed than he had been, and the story +went the round of the workshops and even came +to the ears of the foreman, and there was not a man +there but expressed himself in warm terms of surprise +and admiration that two lads should for six +months have stinted themselves of food in order +to lay by half their pay for such a purpose.</p> + +<p>"There's precious few would have done such a +thing," one of the older workmen said, "not one<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span> +in a thousand; why, not one chap in a hundred, +even when he's going to be married, will stint himself +like that to make a home for the gal he is going +to make his wife, so as to start housekeeping out +of debt; and as to doing it for a mother, where will +you find 'em? In course a man ought to do as +much for his mother as for the gal who is agoing to +be his wife, seeing how much he owes her; but how +many does it, that's what I says, how many does +it?"</p> + +<p>So after that the boys were surprised to find how +many of the men, when they met them at the gate, +would give them a kindly nod or a hearty, "Good-morning, +young chaps!"</p> + +<p>A day or two after Mrs. Andrews had settled in +Laburnum Villas she went up to town and called +upon a number of shops, asking for work. As she +was able to give an excellent reference to the firm +for whom she had worked at Croydon she succeeded +before the end of the week in obtaining millinery +work for a firm in St. Paul's Churchyard, +and as she had excellent taste and was very quick +at her needle she was soon able to earn considerably +more than she had done at Croydon.</p> + +<p>The three were equally determined that they +would live as closely as possible until the sitting-rooms +were furnished, and by strict management +they kept within the boys' pay, Mrs. Andrews' +earnings being devoted to the grand purpose. +The small articles were bought first, and each week<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span> +there was great congratulation and pleasure as +some new article was placed in the rooms. Then +there was a pause for some time, then came the +chairs, then after an interval a table, and lastly the +carpet. This crowning glory was not attained until +the end of July. After this they moved solemnly +into the sitting-room, agreeing that the +looking-glass, chiffonier, and sofa could be added +at a more gradual rate, and that the whole of Mrs. +Andrews' earnings need no longer be devoted.</p> + +<p>"Now, boys," Mrs. Andrews said on that memorable +evening, "I want you in future, when you +come in, to change your working clothes before +you come in here to your teas. So long as we +lived in the kitchen I have let things go on, but I +think there's something in the old saying, 'Company +clothes, company manners,' and I think it is +good when boys come in that they should lay aside +their heavy-nailed shoes and their working clothes. +Certainly such boots and clothes are apt to render +people clumsy in their movements, and the difference +of walk which you observe between men of +different classes arises very greatly from the clumsy, +heavy boots which workingmen must wear."</p> + +<p>"But what does it matter, mother?" George +urged, for it seemed to him that it would be rather +a trouble to change his clothes every day. "These +little things don't make any real difference to a +man."</p> + +<p>"Not any vital difference, George, but a real<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span> +difference for all that. Manners make the man, +you know! that is, they influence strangers and +people who only know him in connection with business. +If two men apply together for a place the +chances are strongly in favor of the man with the +best manners getting it. Besides, my boy, I think +the observance of little courtesies of this kind make +home pleasanter and brighter. You see I always +change my dress before tea, and I am sure you +prefer my sitting down to the table tidy and neat +with a fresh collar and cuffs, to my taking my place +in my working dress with odds and ends of threads +and litter clinging to it."</p> + +<p>"Of course I do, mother, and I see what you +mean now. Certainly I will change my things in +future. You don't mind, do you, Bill?"</p> + +<p>Bill would not have minded in the least any +amount of trouble by which he could give the +slightest satisfaction to Mrs. Andrews, who had +now a place in his affections closely approximating +to that which George occupied.</p> + +<p>During the summer months the programme for +the evening was not carried out as arranged, for at +the end of April Mrs. Andrews herself declared that +there must be a change.</p> + +<p>"The evenings are getting light enough now for +a walk after tea, boys, and you must therefore cut +short our reading and studies till the days close in +again in the autumn. It would do you good to +get out in the air a bit."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span></p> + +<p>"But will you come with us, mother?"</p> + +<p>"No, George. Sometimes as evenings get +longer we may make little excursions together: go +across the river to Greenwich and spend two or +three hours in the park, or take a steamer and go +up the river to Kew; but as a general thing you +had better take your rambles together. I have my +front garden to look after, the vegetables are your +work, you know, and if I like I can go out and do +whatever shopping I have to do while you two are +away."</p> + +<p>So the boys took to going out walks, which got +longer and longer as the evenings drew out, and +when they were not disposed for a long ramble they +would go down to a disused wharf and sit there and +watch the barges drifting down the river or tacking +backwards and forwards, if there was a wind, +with their great brown and yellow sails hauled +tautly in, and the great steamers dropping quietly +down the river, and the little busy tugs dragging +great ships after them. There was an endless +source of amusement in wondering from what ports +the various craft had come or what was their destination.</p> + +<p>"What seems most wonderful to me, George," +Bill said one day, "when one looks at them big +steamers——"</p> + +<p>"Those," George corrected.</p> + +<p>"Thank ye—at those big steamers, is to think +that they can be tossed about, and the sea go over<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span> +them, as one reads about, just the same way as the +wave they make when they goes down——"</p> + +<p>"Go down, Bill."</p> + +<p>"Thank ye—go down the river, tosses the little +boats about; it don't seem possible that water can +toss itself about so high as that, does it?"</p> + +<p>"It does seem extraordinary, Bill; we know that +it is so because there are constantly wrecks; but +looking at the water it does not seem possible that +it should rise up into waves large enough to knock +one of those great steamers in pieces. Some day, +Bill, not this year, of course, because the house +isn't finished, but next year, I hope we shall be able +all of us to go down for a trip to the sea. I have +seen it stuck up you can go to Margate and back +for three or four shillings; and though Bob Grimstone +says that isn't regular sea, it would be enough +to show us something of what it's like."</p> + +<p>The garden occupied a good deal of the boys' +time. Bill's long experience in the market had +given him an interest in vegetables, and he was always +ready for an hour's work in the garden after +tea. The results of much labor and plenty of +manure were not unsatisfactory, and Mrs. Andrews +was delighted with her regular supply of fresh vegetables. +Bill's anticipation, however, of the amount +that could be grown in a limited space were by no +means fulfilled, and seeing the small amount which +could be daily gathered, and recalling the countless +piled-up wagons which he had been accustomed to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span> +see in Covent Garden, he was continually expressing +his astonishment at the enormous quantity of +ground which must be employed in keeping up the +supply of the market.</p> + +<p>They did not that year get the trip to Margate; +but in the autumn, after the great work of furnishing +was finished, they did get several long +jaunts, once out to Epping Forest on an omnibus, +once in a steamer up to Kew, and several times +across to Greenwich Park. Mrs. Andrews found +it a very happy summer, free from the wear of +anxiety, which, more even than the work, had +brought on her long illness. She grew stronger +and better than she had ever expected to be again, +and those who had only known the pale, harassed-looking +needlewoman of Croydon would not have +recognized her now; indeed, as George said sometimes, +his mother looked younger and younger every +day. She had married very young, and was still +scarcely five-and-thirty, and although she laughed +and said that George was a foolish boy when he said +that people always took her for his sister, she really +looked some years younger than she was. Her +step had regained its elasticity, and there was a ring +of gladness and happiness in her voice which was +very attractive, and even strangers sometimes +looked round as they passed the bright, pleasant-looking +woman chatting gayly with the two healthy, +good-looking young fellows.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_V" id="CHAPTER_V"></a>CHAPTER V.</h2> + +<h3>AN ADVENTURE.</h3> + + +<p>In August the annual outing, or, as it was called, +the bean-feast, at the works took place. Usually +the men went in vans down into Epping Forest; +but this year it was determined that a steamer +should be engaged to take the whole party with +their wives and families down to Gravesend. They +were to make an early start, and on arriving there +all were to do as they pleased until they assembled +to dine in a pavilion at one of the hotels. After +this they were to go to the gardens and amuse +themselves there until the steamer started in the +evening. The party embarked at Blackwell at ten +o'clock in the morning. George and Bill got together +up in the bow of the steamer, and were delighted +with their voyage down, their only regret +being that Mrs. Andrews had declined to accompany +them, saying that she would far rather go +with them alone than with so large a party.</p> + +<p>"What shall we do, Bill?" George said, when +they landed. "We are not to dine till two, so we +have two good hours before us. I vote we hire a +boat and go out. It will be ten times as jolly here +as up in that crowded river by London."</p> + +<p>This was said in reference to various short rows<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span> +which they had had in boats belonging to barges +which had been sometimes lent them for half an +hour of an evening by a good-natured bargeman as +they hung about the wharves.</p> + +<p>"I suppose you can row, young chaps?" the +waterman, whom they hired the boat of, said.</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, we can row!" George replied with the +confidence of youth.</p> + +<p>"Mind the tide is running out strong," the +waterman said.</p> + +<p>"All right, we will mind," George answered, +scarce heeding his words; and getting out the oars +they pushed off.</p> + +<p>For some little time they rowed among the anchored +vessels, both being especially filled with delight +at the yachts moored opposite the clubhouses. +These were new craft to them, and the +beauty and neatness of everything struck them with +surprise and admiration. Tide had only turned a +short time before they got into their boat, and +while keeping near the shore they had no difficulty +in rowing against it.</p> + +<p>Presently they determined to have a look at a +fine East-Indiaman moored well out in the stream +a short distance below Gravesend. They ceased +rowing when they approached her, and sat idly on +their oars talking over the distant voyage on which +she was probably about to start, and the country +she might visit, George was telling his companion +the ports she would touch if her destination was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span> +China, and absorbed in their conversation they paid +no attention to anything else, until George gave a +sudden exclamation.</p> + +<p>"Good gracious, Bill! Why, the ship is ever so +far behind. It is two miles, I should think, from +the town. We must set to work or we shan't be +back in time for dinner."</p> + +<p>The boys' knowledge of the navigation of the +Thames was not sufficient to tell them that to row +against tide it is necessary to keep close inshore, +and turning the boat's head they set to work to +row back in the middle of the river. Their knowledge +of rowing was but slight, and the mere operation +of their oars took up all their attention. They +rowed away till their hands burned and the perspiration +ran down their faces.</p> + +<p>After half an hour of this George looked round, +thinking that he ought to be near to the vessel by +this time. He uttered an exclamation of surprise +and dismay. Neither the ship nor Gravesend were +visible. Their puny efforts had availed nothing +against the sweeping tide. They had already, +without knowing it, swept round the turn in the +river, and were now entering Sea Reach.</p> + +<p>"My goodness, Bill! what are we to do? Just +look at that buoy; we are going past it as fast as +a horse could trot. Look what a width the river +is. What on earth are we to do?"</p> + +<p>"I have no idea," Bill replied. "Where shall +we go to if we go on like this?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Right out to sea, I should think," George said. +"I do not know how far it is; but the river seems +to get wider and wider in front."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps," Bill suggested, "the tide will turn +again and take us back."</p> + +<p>"Not it," George said. "It was against us, you +know, all the way down, and could only have +turned a little while before we got in the boat. +Look at that line of barges sailing down on the +right-hand side. I vote we pull to them and ask +the men what we had better do. Anyhow we could +row to the land and get out there and wait till tide +turns. It turned at about eleven, so that it will +turn again somewhere about five. The steamer is +not to start till eight, so we shall be back in plenty +of time to catch it. We shall lose the dinner and +the fun in the gardens, but that can't be helped."</p> + +<p>"That don't make no odds," Bill said cheerfully; +"this is a regular venture, this is; but I say, shan't +we have to pay a lot for the boat?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," George assented mournfully; "but perhaps +the man will let us off cheap when he sees we +couldn't help it. He looked a good-tempered sort +of chap. Come, let us set to work. Every minute +it is taking us further away."</p> + +<p>They set steadily to work. The boat was a large +and heavy one, and their progress was by no means +rapid.</p> + +<p>"How thick it's getting!" George exclaimed +suddenly.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Aint it just!" Bill assented. "My eye, +George, I can't see the barges!"</p> + +<p>Unobserved by them a fog had been steadily +creeping up the river. They were just at its edge +when they made the discovery. Another two +minutes and it rolled thickly over them, and they +could not see ten yards away. They looked at +each other in silent bewilderment.</p> + +<p>"What's to be done, George?" Bill said at +length in awe-struck tones.</p> + +<p>"I don't know, Bill; I haven't an idea. It's no +use rowing, that I see, for we don't know which +way the boat's head is pointing."</p> + +<p>"Well, it can't be helped," Bill said philosophically. +"I am going to have a pipe. Oh, I say, +aint my hands blistered!"</p> + +<p>"All right, you can have your pipe, Bill, but +keep your oar in your hand to be ready to row."</p> + +<p>"What for?" Bill demanded. "I thought you +said it warn't no use rowing!"</p> + +<p>"No more it is, Bill; but we must look out for +those big buoys. If the tide were to sweep us +against one of them we should capsize to a certainty. +That must have been a big steamer," he +went on, as the boat rolled suddenly. "It's lucky +we were pretty well over towards the side of the +river, before the fog came on. Listen—there's another. +I can hear the beat of her engines. I have +an idea, Bill!" he exclaimed suddenly. "We +know the steamers were passing to the left of us<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span> +when the fog came on. If we listen to their whistles +and the sound of their paddles, and then row +to the right, we shall get to the bank at last."</p> + +<p>"Yes, that's a good idea," Bill agreed, laying +down the pipe he had just lighted. "There's a +whistle over there."</p> + +<p>"Yes, and another the other way," George said, +puzzled. "Why, how can that be! Oh, I suppose +one is coming up the river and one down, +but it's awfully confusing."</p> + +<p>It was so, but by dint of listening intently the +boys gained some idea of the proper direction; but +they could only row a few strokes at a time, being +obliged to stop continually to listen for fresh guidance.</p> + +<p>Fortunately for them the fog lay low on the water, +and the upper spars of the steamers were above it, +and men placed there were able to direct those on +deck as to their course. Had it not been for this +the steamers must all have anchored. As it was +they proceeded slowly and cautiously on their way, +whistling freely to warn any small craft, that might +be hidden in the fog, of their coming.</p> + +<p>Half an hour's rowing and the boys gave a simultaneous +exclamation. The boat had quietly +grounded on the edge of a mud flat. They could +not see the bank, and had no idea how far distant it +was. Bill at once offered to get overboard and +reconnoiter, but George would not hear of it.</p> + +<p>"You might not be able to find your way back,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span> +Bill, or you might sink in the mud and not be able +to get out again. No, we won't separate; and, look +here, we must keep the boat afloat just at the edge +of the mud. If we were to get left here we should +not float again till tide comes up to us, and that +wouldn't be till about two hours before high tide, +and it won't be high, you know, until twelve o'clock +at night."</p> + +<p>"I wish this fog would clear off!" Bill said, looking +round at the wall of white vapor which surrounded +them. "It regular confuses a chap. I +say, I expect they are just sitting down to dinner at +present. I feel awfully hungry."</p> + +<p>"It's no use thinking about that, Bill. We shall +be a good deal more hungry before we are done; +but I am so glad we have found the land and +stopped going out to sea that I don't mind being +hungry."</p> + +<p>"But I say, George, if this fog keeps on how are +we to find our way back to Gravesend?"</p> + +<p>"The only way will be, Bill, to keep quite close to +the edge of the mud—just as close as the boat will +swim. That way, you know, we must come to +Gravesend at last."</p> + +<p>"So we must. I didn't think of that. You have +got a good head, George, you have. I should never +have thought about the way to find the bank if it +hadn't been for you, and might have gone on floating +and floating till we was starved."</p> + +<p>"This fog can't last forever, Bill."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span></p> + +<p>"No, but I have known them last a week in +London."</p> + +<p>"Yes, but not in August, Bill."</p> + +<p>"No, not in August," Bill assented; "but you +see these here fogs may last just as long down +here in August as they do in London in November."</p> + +<p>"I don't think so, Bill. Anyhow it doesn't matter +to us; we have got the land for a guide, and I +hope we shall be back in Gravesend before it's quite +dark."</p> + +<p>"But if we don't, George?"</p> + +<p>"Well, if we don't we must run her ashore before +it gets too dark, and wait till it is morning. We +shall be all right if we keep quite cool and use our +senses. If we had something to eat I shouldn't mind +a bit, except that mother will be getting anxious +about us. It's a regular adventure, and we shall +have something to talk about for a long time. Look +out, Bill, we must push her further off—she's getting +aground!"</p> + +<p>For an hour they sat and chatted.</p> + +<p>"Hullo! what's that?" Bill exclaimed at last. +"That's the rattle of a chain. I expect it's a barge +anchoring somewhere near. Listen; I can hear +voices. I vote we hollo."</p> + +<p>George lifted up his voice in a lusty shout. The +shout was repeated not very far off, and was followed +by the shout of "Who are you?"</p> + +<p>"We have drifted down from Gravesend and lost<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span> +our way," George shouted back. "We will come +on board if you will let us."</p> + +<p>"All right!" the voice replied; "I will go on +shouting and you row to my voice."</p> + +<p>It was but a hundred yards, and then a voice close +at hand said sharply:</p> + +<p>"Row bow hard or you will be across the chain."</p> + +<p>Bill rowed hard, and George, looking round, saw +that they were close to the bows of a barge. Half +a dozen more strokes and they were alongside. Bill +seized a hand-rope and sprang onto the barge, and +the boat was soon towing astern.</p> + +<p>"Well, young men, however did you manage to +get here?" one of the bargemen asked. "It's lucky +for you you weren't taken out to sea with the tide."</p> + +<p>George related the history of their voyage and +how they had managed to reach the shore.</p> + +<p>"Well, you are good-plucked uns anyhow," the +man said; "aint they, Jack? Most chaps your age +would just have sat in the boat and howled, and +a good many longshoremen too. You have done +the best thing you could under the circumstances."</p> + +<p>"Where are we?" George asked.</p> + +<p>"You are on board the <i>Sarah and Jane</i> topsail +barge, that's where you are, about three parts down +Sea Reach. We know our way pretty well even in a +fog, but we agreed it was no use trying to find the +Swashway with it as thick as this, so we brought +up."</p> + +<p>"Where is the Swashway?" George asked.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span></p> + +<p>"The Swashway is a channel where the barges +go when they are making for Sheerness. It's well +buoyed out and easy enough to follow with the help +of Sheerness lights on a dark night; but these fogs +are worse than anything. It aint no use groping +about for the buoy when you can't see ten yards +ahead, and you might find yourself high and dry on +the mud and have to wait till next tide. Mayhap +this fog will clear off before evening, and we shall +be able to work in; and now I expect you two young +uns would like some grub. Come below."</p> + +<p>The two boys joyfully followed into the little +cabin, and were soon satisfying their hunger on +bread and cold meat. The bargee drew a jug of +water from the breaker and placed it before them.</p> + +<p>"The fire has gone out," he said, "or I would +give yer a cup of tea—that's our tipple; we don't +keep spirits on board the <i>Sarah and Jane</i>. I like a +drop on shore, but it aint stuff to have on a barge, +where you wants your senses handy at all times. +And now what are you thinking of doing?" he asked +when the boys had finished.</p> + +<p>"What we had made up our minds to do was to +lie where we were at the edge of the mud till tide +turned, and then to keep as close to the shore as we +could until we got back to Gravesend. The steamer +we came by does not go back till late, and we +thought we should be back by that time."</p> + +<p>"No, you wouldn't," the man said. "Out in the +middle of the stream you would be back in two<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span> +hours easy, but not close inshore. The tide don't +help you much there, and half your time you are in +eddies and back-currents. No, you wouldn't be +back in Gravesend by eight noway."</p> + +<p>"Then what would you advise us to do?"</p> + +<p>"Well, just at present I won't give no advice at +all. We will see how things are going after a bit. +Now let's take a look round."</p> + +<p>So saying he climbed the ladder to the deck, followed +by the boys. The white fog still shut the +boat in like a curtain.</p> + +<p>"What do you think of it, Jack?"</p> + +<p>"Don't know," the other replied. "Thought just +now there was a puff of air coming down the river. +I wish it would, or we shan't make Sheerness to-night, +much less Rochester. Yes, that's a puff sure +enough. You are in luck, young uns. Like +enough in half an hour there will be a brisk wind +blowing, driving all this fog out to sea before it."</p> + +<p>Another and another puff came, and tiny ripples +swept across the oil-like face of the water.</p> + +<p>"It's a-coming, sure enough," the bargeman said. +"I'd bet a pot of beer as the fog will have lifted in +a quarter of an hour."</p> + +<p>Stronger and stronger came the puffs of wind.</p> + +<p>The fog seemed as if stirred by an invisible hand. +It was no longer a dull, uniform whitish-gray; dark +shadows seemed to flit across it, and sometimes the +view of the water extended here and there.</p> + +<p>"There's the shore!" Bill exclaimed suddenly,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span> +but ere George could turn round to look it was gone +again.</p> + +<p>"I shall have the anchor up directly, lads. Now +I tell you what will be the best thing for you if the +wind holds, as I expect it will. We shall be at +Sheerness in little over an hour—that will make it +four o'clock," he added, consulting his watch, "and +the young flood will be coming up soon afterwards, +and I shall go up with the first of it to Rochester. +We shall get there maybe somewhere about seven +o'clock. Now the best thing I can do for you is to +tow that ere boat up to Rochester with me, and you +can get a train there that will take you up to town +in goodish time."</p> + +<p>"You are very kind," George said; "but what are +we to do about the boat?"</p> + +<p>"I shall be going back to-morrow night, or more +likely next morning, and I will take her along and +hand her over to her rightful owner at Gravesend."</p> + +<p>"James Kitson."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I know him."</p> + +<p>"But how about paying for it?" George said. +"I am afraid he will expect a great deal of money, +for it has been away all the time, and we have only +got six shillings between us."</p> + +<p>"You will want that to get up to town. Never +mind about the boat. I will put that square for you. +I will tell Kitson as how you have been shipwrecked, +and he will think himself precious lucky in getting +the boat without being damaged. If I take the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span> +trouble to tow it up to Rochester and back, he +needn't grumble about getting no fare."</p> + +<p>"I would rather pay something," George said; +"though, you see, we can't afford to pay +much."</p> + +<p>"Well, then, you send him a post-office order for +five bob. I will tell him you are going to send him +that, and he will thank his stars he has got so well +out of it. If you had drifted out to sea, as he expects +you have by this time, and the boat didn't get +smashed by a steamer, you would likely enough have +been taken off by one of them; but the captain +wouldn't have troubled himself about that old tub. +I looks upon Kitson as being in luck this job, so +don't you worry about him. There, the mist's driving +off fast. We will up with the kedge."</p> + +<p>The boys lent a hand at the windlass, and the +anchor was soon hanging from the bow. Then the +brail of the mainsail was loosed, and the great sail +shaken out. The foresail was hoisted, and in a few +minutes the <i>Sarah and Jane</i> was running before a +brisk wind down Sea Reach.</p> + +<p>The fog had rolled off now, and it was clear +astern, though a thick bank still hung over the river +ahead, but this was rapidly melting away; and the +bargeman, who told them his name was Will Atkins, +pointed out a large building low down on the water +ahead.</p> + +<p>"That's Sheerness Fort," he said. "You can +lend Jack a hand to get up the topsail. The wind is<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span> +rising every minute, and we shall soon be bowling +along hand over hand."</p> + +<p>Both ahead and astern of them were a line of +barges, which had, like the <i>Sarah and Jane</i>, anchored +when the fog was thickest, and were, like her, +making their way to Sheerness. The wind was +blowing briskly now, and the barge made her way +through the water at a rate which surprised the boys.</p> + +<p>"I had no idea that barges sailed so fast," George +said.</p> + +<p>"There are not many craft can beat them," Atkins +replied. "With a breeze so strong that they +can only just carry their topsails, they will hold their +own with pretty nigh anything afloat. There are +mighty few yachts can keep alongside us when we +are doing our best."</p> + +<p>As Atkins had predicted, in little over an hour +they brought up just inside the mouth of the Medway, +and dropped the anchor to wait till the tide +turned to help them up to Rochester. At six o'clock +they were again under way. The wind had fortunately +veered round somewhat to the north of west, +and they were able for the most part to lay their +course, so that soon after seven they were abreast +of the dockyard, and a few minutes later dropped +anchor off Rochester.</p> + +<p>"Jump into the boat, boys," the good-natured +bargeman said; "I will put you ashore at once. +There is the station close to the end of the bridge."</p> + +<p>With many very hearty thanks for his kindness<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span> +the lads jumped ashore and hurried up to the station. +They found that there would be a train in half +an hour, and by nine o'clock they arrived in +town.</p> + +<p>Before they had landed the bargeman had +scrawled on a piece of paper, "Your boat was picked +up by the <i>Sarah and Jane</i>. Will bring her back on +return trip. No damage done. William Atkins." +This he had handed to the boys, and they now got +an envelope and directed it to "James Kitson, +Waterman, Gravesend," and posted it, and then set +out to walk home.</p> + +<p>"It's not been the sort of day we expected," +George said; "but it's been good fun, hasn't it?"</p> + +<p>"Grand!" Bill agreed. "But I didn't think so +when we were in the middle of that fog listening to +them whistles and trying to find out the way. I +didn't say much, George, but I felt downright +funky."</p> + +<p>"I didn't like it either, Bill. There was such a +horribly lonely feeling, lost in the fog there; but it +was all right as soon as we touched the mouth, and +got an idea where we were. I was worrying most +about mother getting anxious if we did not get back +to-night, and a little about what we should have to +pay for the boat. It was lucky that bargeman took +the matter in his hands for us. I expect we should +have had to pay over a pound. He was an awfully +good fellow, wasn't he?"</p> + +<p>"I should just think he was," Bill said. "He<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span> +was a good un, and no mistake. It aint cost us so +very much either, considering."</p> + +<p>"That it hasn't, Bill. Two and threepence apiece +railway fare, that's four and sixpence, and five bob +we are to send down for the boat, nine shillings and +sixpence. Well, we should have paid two shillings +for the boat anyhow, and I expect we should have +spent another shilling apiece in things at the gardens, +perhaps more; that would make four shillings +anyhow, so we have only spent about five shillings +more than we calculated. And haven't we got a lot +to talk about! It's been a regular adventure."</p> + +<p>"It has," Bill said doubtfully; "but I don't think +I want many more of them kind of adventures. +It's all right now, you know, but it wasn't jolly at +the time. I always thought as adventures was +jolly; but that didn't seem to me to have no jolliness +about it, not when we was out there. It's all very +well to hear tell of shipwrecks and fights with savages, +but I expect there aint no larks about it at the +time. I suppose you will send that five bob off to-morrow, +and get it off your mind?"</p> + +<p>"No. Atkins said we had better not send it for +another three or four days. The man will have got +his boat back all right then, and the five bob would +come upon him unexpectedly. He was going to tell +Kitson that he had arranged with us that was what +we were to pay, as we couldn't afford more; but he +will never expect to get it, so when it comes he will +be only too glad to receive it."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span></p> + +<p>They were met at the door of the house by Bob +Grimstone, who was just coming out.</p> + +<p>"Why, what have you boys been up to?" he said +angrily. "I have been wondering all day what has +become of you, and the missis has done nothing but +worry and fidget. It's regular spoilt the day. +What have you been up to? I haven't seen you +since we got ashore at Gravesend, and I have just +come round to ask your mother if she has heard of +you."</p> + +<p>"I am very sorry, Bob, but it wasn't our fault, at +least it was not altogether our fault. We went for +a row, and the tide took us down, and then the fog +came on and we got lost."</p> + +<p>"I expected better of you," Grimstone said +angrily. "Foggy, indeed! I've been anxious and +worried all day. I did think as you warn't like +other boys, but could be trusted, and then you go +and play such a prank as this. Well, go in; your +mother is in a nice taking about you."</p> + +<p>"My dear mother," George said as he ran in, "I +am so sorry you have been uneasy about us, awfully +sorry; but really it hasn't been our fault altogether."</p> + +<p>"Never mind that now, George," Mrs. Andrews +said, throwing her arms round his neck. "Fortunately +I did not know anything about it till Mr. +Grimstone came in a few minutes ago. I had been +expecting you in for some little time, but I supposed +the steamer was late, and I was not at all uneasy +till Mr. Grimstone came in and said that he had not<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span> +seen either of you since the steamer got to Gravesend, +and that you had not come back with the rest. +Is Bill with you?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, mother; he is at the door talking to +Bob."</p> + +<p>"Ask Mr. Grimstone to come in again," Mrs. +Andrews said. "He has been most kind, and he +had promised to go down to Gravesend by the first +train in the morning if you did not come home to-night, +and to make inquiries about you there. He +tried to cheer me up by saying that as you were together +nothing could very well happen to you and +that probably you had only got into some boyish +scrape—perhaps, he suggested, only gone out into +the country and had helped yourselves to some +apples, and had so got locked up."</p> + +<p>Bob, however, would not come in again, but went +off saying he would hear all about it in the morning, +but would go off to tell his wife at once that they +had returned safely, for "that she was in such a +worry as never was."</p> + +<p>Hearing that the boys had had nothing to eat +since two o'clock, Mrs. Andrews at once laid the +table for supper; and when they had finished it +listened to George's account of their adventure.</p> + +<p>"You had a very narrow escape, boys," she said +when they had finished. "You might have been +swept out to sea, or run down by a steamer in the +fog. I hope to-night that you will neither of you +forget to thank God for his protection through the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span> +danger you have run; and I do hope, my dear boys, +that you will be more careful in future."</p> + +<p>The next evening, after work was over, George +went in to Bob Grimstone's and told them all that +had happened. When the story was told, Bob +agreed that after all it was not altogether their fault, +and that, indeed, they had, in some respects, justified +his opinion of them. Mrs. Grimstone, however, +was not so easily pacified. They had come back, +she said; but it was more than likely that they +wouldn't have come back at all, but might have been +drifting out far at sea, perhaps cutting each other's +throats and eating each other alive, which was, as +the good woman said, what she had heard happened +when boats were lost at sea.</p> + +<p>Two days later they sent off the money to the +waterman, and received in reply a letter from him +saying that the boat had been brought safely back +by the <i>Sarah and Jane</i> and that he was glad to get +the five shillings.</p> + +<p>"Bill Atkins told me as you said you would send +it; but knowing what boys is, I say fair as I didn't +expect to see the color of your money. It aint +everyone as would have paid up when they got safe +away, and I consider as you have behaved handsome."</p> + +<p>They had heard from Atkins of the wharf off +which the <i>Sarah and Jane</i> might generally be found +moored, between her cruises, and after one or two +ineffectual attempts they one day found the barge<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span> +there when they rowed up to the spot. She had but +just returned from a trip to Rochester and Bill Atkins +was still on board. He was very glad to see +the boys, but they had great difficulty in persuading +him to accept a pound of tobacco which their mother +had sent off to him with her compliments as a token +of gratitude for his kindness to them.</p> + +<p>"Well, young chaps, I didn't look for nothing of +the sort, but seeing as your mother has got it for +me it wouldn't be manners to say no. Well, look +here, any time as you are disposed for a sail down +to Rochester and back you're free of the <i>Sarah and +Jane</i>, and heartily glad shall I be to have you with +me."</p> + +<p>The boys thanked him for the offer, but said as +they were still at work there was but small chance +of their being able to accept it, but that they should +be glad to come and have a chat with him sometimes +when he was in the Pool.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VI" id="CHAPTER_VI"></a>CHAPTER VI.</h2> + +<h3>FIRE!</h3> + + +<p>One Saturday evening early in October the boys +had been for a long walk down among the marshes. +They had told Mrs. Andrews they would be late, +and it was past eight o'clock when they came along +past the works.</p> + +<p>"We shan't get home at this hour again for some +time, I expect," George said, "for they say that we +are going to begin to work overtime on Monday, +and that the orders are so heavy that it will very +likely have to be kept up all through the winter."</p> + +<p>"I am glad it didn't begin earlier," Bill replied; +"it would have been horrid if we had lost all our +walks while the weather was fine. How dark the +place looks how it's shut up, and how quiet and still +it is after the rattle we are accustomed to!"</p> + +<p>"Stop a moment," George said, putting his hand +on his arm.</p> + +<p>"What is it, George?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know. It seemed to me, for a moment, +as if I saw the big stack clearly and then it was +dark again."</p> + +<p>"How could that be, George?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know; it looked to me as if it was a re<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span>flection +of light from one of the windows at the +back there. There it is again."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I saw it," Bill agreed. "What can it +be?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know, Bill; let's run around to the back. +There might be—it's awful to think of—but there +might be a fire."</p> + +<p>The boys ran down a narrow lane by the side of +the works onto a piece of waste ground behind.</p> + +<p>"Look, Bill, look at the glare in the molding-room. +There must be fire. Here, help to put this +bit of old timber against the wall."</p> + +<p>The piece of wood was placed into position, the +two lads climbed up it onto the wall, and dropped +into the yard within. Just as they did so there was +a clatter of falling glass, followed by a glare of light +as a body of flame burst out from one of the windows.</p> + +<p>"Let's ring the dinner-bell, Bill; that will call +people's attention, and then we must do the best we +can."</p> + +<p>They ran along until they reached the front gate, +and then, seizing the bell-rope, rang it violently.</p> + +<p>In a minute or two there was a clatter of feet outside, +and shouts of "What's the matter?"</p> + +<p>"There is a fire in the molding-room," George +shouted; "run for the engines, someone, and break +the gate open. Now come on, Bill."</p> + +<p>The two boys ran towards that part of the building +where the flames had been seen, broke a window,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span> +and climbed in. There was an almost stifling smell +of burning wood and at a door at the end of the +planing-room they could see a light flame flickering +through the cracks of the door leading into the +molding-room, which was next to it.</p> + +<p>"Quick, Bill, screw that leather pipe onto the +hydrant. We must stop it from getting through +here till the engines come."</p> + +<p>The hydrant communicated with the great tank at +the top of the building, and as soon as the hose was +screwed on and Bill stood with the nozzle directed +towards the burning door, George turned the cock +and volumes of water flew out.</p> + +<p>The first result seemed disastrous. The door was +already nearly burned through, and, as the powerful +jet flew against it, it seemed to crumble away and a +mass of flame darted out from the molding-room. +The joists and timbers supporting the floor above +the planing-room would have caught at once, but +the boys deluged them with water, as also the framework +of the door, and then, throwing the stream of +water into the blazing workshop, they kept down +the flames near the door. The smoke was stifling.</p> + +<p>"We shall be choked, George!" Bill gasped.</p> + +<p>"Lie down, Bill. I have heard the air is always +better near the ground."</p> + +<p>This they found to be the case, and they were still +able to direct the jet of water. But three or four +minutes had elapsed when the outer door of the +planing-house was unlocked and Bob Grimstone and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span> +several other men rushed in, but were at once driven +back by the smoke. George had recognized Grimstone's +voice, and shouted:</p> + +<p>"This way, Bob, the fire hasn't got through yet. +Come and lend a hand, for it's gaining on us in +spite of the water. You can breathe if you kneel +down."</p> + +<p>Grimstone, with two or three of the men, crawled +in and joined the boys.</p> + +<p>"What! is it you, George? How on earth did +you get here?" Bob exclaimed.</p> + +<p>"We saw a light as we were passing, and got in +from behind. When we saw what it was we rang +the alarm-bell, and then came on here to do what we +could till help came."</p> + +<p>"You are good-plucked, you are," Grimstone +said admiringly; "but I am afraid it's not much +good."</p> + +<p>"You take the hose, Bob, and keep the rafters +drenched there. Bill and I will crawl forward and +clear the shavings out of the way if we can. They +have caught half a dozen times already."</p> + +<p>The two boys crawled forward, and although the +heat was tremendous they managed to clear away +the shavings for a considerable distance. The +smoke and heat were so great that they were obliged +to crawl back into the outer air, where for a while +they lay almost insensible. There were crowds of +men in the yard now, but most of them were round +at the back, powerless to aid at present, and only<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span> +watching the flames as they roared through the +whole of the windows of the molding-room.</p> + +<p>Men were hurrying past with buckets of water, +and one of them, seeing the condition of the boys, +dashed some over their heads and faces, and they +presently staggered to their feet. It was now a +quarter of an hour since they had first given the +alarm, and they were just about to re-enter the +planing-shop to rejoin Bill when they met him and +his comrades coming out.</p> + +<p>"All the water's gone," he said; "if the engines +aint here in a minute or two it will be too late."</p> + +<p>But just at that moment there was a cheer outside, +and immediately afterwards a fire-engine +dashed through the gate. Grimstone ran up to the +firemen as they leaped off.</p> + +<p>"The great thing," he said, "is to prevent it +spreading from that shop into this. We have been +keeping it back till now, but the tank has just run +dry."</p> + +<p>While the other firemen were fitting the hose to +the fire-plug just outside the gates one of them made +his way into the planing-room to ascertain the exact +position of affairs.</p> + +<p>"Quick, lads," he said; "there's no time to be +lost; the fire is making its way through. Another +five minutes and we should have been too late to +save any of this block. Is there any communication +through the upper floors?" he asked Grimstone.</p> + +<p>"Yes, there is a door on each floor,"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Have you got any empty sacks about the +place?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, there is a pile of them in there."</p> + +<p>The fireman gave instructions to one of his comrades, +while he himself made his way into the planing-room +with the hose; the other got out the sacks, +and assisted by Grimstone and some of the hands +drenched them with water, and then proceeding to +the door on the first floor piled them against it.</p> + +<p>"It is hot already," he said as he laid his hand +upon it. "Now, do you men bring me buckets of +water. Keep the sacks drenched till another engine +comes up."</p> + +<p>George and Bill, finding they could be of no more +use, made their way out to the back and joined the +crowd watching the flames, which had already +spread to the first floor. They were, however, with +the rest of the lookers-on, speedily turned out of the +yard by the police, who, having now arrived in +sufficient strength, proceeded at once to clear the +premises of all save a score or two of men who were +engaged in assisting the firemen.</p> + +<p>As the boys went out through the front gate another +engine dashed up at full speed, dropping +lighted cinders on its way.</p> + +<p>"Hurray!" Bill said; "this is a steamer. I expect +they will do now."</p> + +<p>Then the boys made their way round again to the +back, and by means of the pieces of timber established +themselves on the wall, where they were soon<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span> +joined by a number of others, and watched the struggle +with the flames.</p> + +<p>In half an hour six engines were on the spot; +but even this force had no visible effect upon the +flames in that portion of the building in which they +had taken possession, and the firemen turned the +whole of their efforts to prevent it from spreading.</p> + +<p>The party wall dividing it from the main building +was a very strong one; but so hot had it become that +the floor boards touching it were over and over again +in flames.</p> + +<p>A score of men with saws and axes cut away the +flooring adjoining the doors on the first and second +stories. The planing-room was fortunately not +boarded. While a portion of the fire brigade +worked unceasingly in preventing the spread of the +flames in this direction, the rest turned their attention +to the great wood piles, which were repeatedly +ignited by the fragments of burning wood.</p> + +<p>Presently the roof fell in, and the flames shot up +high into the air, but grand as the sight was, the +boys did not wait any longer looking on. Their +faces smarted severely from the heat to which they +had been exposed; their hands had been a good deal +burned by the shavings; their hair, eyebrows, and +eyelashes were singed, and the eyeballs ached with +the glare.</p> + +<p>"I will run home now, Bill; mother will likely +enough hear of the fire, and as we said we should +be back soon after eight she will be getting anxious."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I will go and tell her it's all right; you stop and +see the end of it here."</p> + +<p>But this George would not hear of.</p> + +<p>"Very well, then, I will go with you. I must +get some grease or something to put on my face and +hands; they are smarting awfully."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Andrews gave an exclamation of surprise +and alarm as the boys entered. The irritation of +the wood smoke had so much inflamed their eyes +that they could scarcely see out of them, and their +faces looked like pieces of raw beef.</p> + +<p>"Whatever has happened, boys?" she exclaimed.</p> + +<p>"There's a great fire at Penrose's, mother; it +broke out just as we were passing, so we stopped to +help for a bit, and then came home to tell you, thinking +that you might be anxious."</p> + +<p>"A fire at the works!" Mrs. Andrews exclaimed; +"that is dreadful. Dreadful for Mr. Penrose, and +for all of you who work there; more, perhaps, for +you than for him, for no doubt he is insured, and +you may be out of work for months. Thank God I +have plenty of work, so I dare say we shall be able +to tide it over."</p> + +<p>"It is not all burned, mother; only the molding-shop +and the floors above it are on fire at present, +and as there are six fire-engines at work, and they +keep on arriving every minute, I hope they will +save the rest; and now, mother, what can we +do to our faces and hands, they are smarting +awfully?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Dear me, George, are you burnt? I thought +you were only dreadfully hot."</p> + +<p>"We feel hot, mother, just as if our faces were +being roasted."</p> + +<p>"I will get some oil, that will be the best thing," +Mrs. Andrews said, hurrying away to the kitchen, +and coming back with a piece of cotton-wool, and +some olive-oil in a cup.</p> + +<p>"You are burned, George. Why, child, your +hair is all singed, and your eyebrows and eyelashes. +Why, what have you been doing to yourselves? +There could have been no occasion to put your heads +into the flames like that. Why, your hands are +worse still; they are quite blistered. I had better +wrap them up in cotton-wool."</p> + +<p>"It's the inside that's the worst, mother; perhaps +if you put a bit of cotton-wool there and tie it round +the back it will do; we can't go out with our hands +all swaddled round like that. And now, please, directly +you have done we want to go down again to +see the fire. Just you go up to the road corner, +mother. It's a grand sight, I can tell you."</p> + +<p>"We will have tea first," Mrs. Andrews said decidedly; +"everything has been ready except pouring +the water in since eight o'clock, and it's a quarter +past nine now. After we have done I will put on +my bonnet and walk down with you as near as I can +get. I am not going to lose you out of my sight +again."</p> + +<p>So after their meal they went down together, but<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span> +could not get anywhere near the works, all the approaches +now being guarded by the police. It was +a grand sight, but the worst was over, and there was +a general feeling of confidence in the crowd that it +would spread no further. A dozen engines were at +work now. Some of the firemen were on the roof, +some on the stacks of timber, which looked red-hot +from the deep glow from the fire. The flames were +intermittent now, sometimes leaping up high above +the shell of the burned-out buildings, then dying +down again.</p> + +<p>"Thank God it's no worse!" Mrs. Andrews said +fervently. "It would have been a bad winter for a +great many down here if the fire had spread; as it +is, not a quarter of the buildings are burned."</p> + +<p>"No, nothing like that, mother; not above a +tenth, I should say. It's lucky that there was a +strong wall between that and the next shops, or it +must all have gone. I have heard them say that +part was added on five or six years ago, so that the +wall at the end of the planing-shop was an outside +wall before; that accounts for its being so thick."</p> + +<p>After looking on for about half an hour they went +back home. But neither of the boys got much sleep +that night, the excitement they had gone through +and the pain of their burns keeping them wide +awake till nearly morning. As Mrs. Andrews heard +no movement in their rooms—whereas they were +usually up and about almost as early on Sundays as +on other days, being unable to sleep after their usual<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span> +hour for rising—she did not disturb them. George +was the first to awake, and looking out of the window +felt sure by the light that it was later than +usual. He put his head out of the door and +shouted:</p> + +<p>"Bill, are you up?" There was no answer. +"Mother, are you up; what o'clock is it?"</p> + +<p>"Up! hours ago, George. Why, it's past +eleven!"</p> + +<p>George gave an exclamation of astonishment and +rushed into Bill's room. The latter had woke at +his shout.</p> + +<p>"It's past eleven, Bill, and mother has been up +for hours;" and he dashed off again to his room to +dress. It was but a few minutes before they came +downstairs just at the same moment.</p> + +<p>"Why didn't you wake us, mother?"</p> + +<p>"Because I thought it better to let you sleep on, +George. I guessed that your burns had kept you +awake for some time."</p> + +<p>"That they did. I thought I was never going to +get to sleep," George said; and Bill gave a similar +account of himself. "Still, mother, a short night +does no harm for once, and you haven't been able to +get to church."</p> + +<p>"It does not matter for once, George. What +figures you both are!"</p> + +<p>"We are figures," George said ruefully. "I +hardly knew myself when I looked in the glass. +My eyes are almost shut up, and the skin is peeling<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span> +off my nose, and my hair is all rough and scrubby; +and Bill looks as bad as I do. You are a figure, +Bill!" and George burst into a fit of laughter.</p> + +<p>"He's no worse than you, George; but come +along, breakfast is waiting."</p> + +<p>"You haven't waited breakfast for us, I hope, +mother?"</p> + +<p>"I made myself a cup of tea the first thing, boys, +and had a slice of bread and butter, for I thought +you might not be down for some time; but I am +quite ready to join you; we have got fish. I put +them down directly you called."</p> + +<p>"Well, I am glad you are not starving, mother; +and I am glad too you didn't have your regular +breakfast. It would have been horrid to sit down +on Sunday morning without you, when it's the only +regular breakfast we get in the week."</p> + +<p>Just as they had finished their meal there was a +knock at the door. It was Bob Grimstone. Bill +opened the door.</p> + +<p>"Well, how are you to-day, lad? I thought I +would just come round and see. You look pretty +badly burned; and so do you, George," he added, as +he followed Bill into the sitting room.</p> + +<p>"Good-day, Mrs. Andrews."</p> + +<p>"Good-morning, Mr. Grimstone," Mrs. Andrews +said. Since her coming the Grimstones had several +times come in on Sunday afternoon to Laburnum +Villas. Mrs. Andrews would, indeed, have wished +them to come in more frequently, for she felt much<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span> +indebted to them for their kindness to George, and, +moreover, liked them for themselves, for both were +good specimens of their class.</p> + +<p>"I see you were busy last night too, Mr. Grimstone; +your face looks scorched; but you did not +manage to get yourself burned as these silly boys +did. What a blessing it is for us all that the fire did +not spread!"</p> + +<p>"Well, Mrs. Andrews, I don't think those two +lads can have told you what they did, for if they had +you would hardly call them silly boys."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Andrews looked surprised.</p> + +<p>"They told me they lent a hand to put out the +fire—I think those were George's words—but they +did not tell me anything else."</p> + +<p>"They saved the building, ma'am. If it hadn't +been for them there would not have been a stick or +stone of Penrose's standing now; the shops and the +wood piles would all have gone, and we should all +have been idle for six months to come; there is no +doubt about that at all."</p> + +<p>"Why, how was that, Mr. Grimstone? How +was it they did more than anyone else?"</p> + +<p>"In the first place they discovered it, ma'am, and +rung the alarm-bell; it mightn't have been found +out for another five minutes, and five minutes would +have been enough for the fire. In the next place, +when they had given the alarm they did the only +thing that could have saved the place: they got +into the planing-shop and turned on the hose there,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span> +and fought the fire from spreading through the door +till we got in seven or eight minutes later. It was +all we could do to stop it then; but if they hadn't +done what they did the planing-shop would have +been alight from end to end, and the floors above it +too, before the first engine arrived, and then nothing +could have saved the whole lot. I can tell you, Mrs. +Andrews, that there isn't a man on the works, nor +the wife of a man, who doesn't feel that they owe +these two lads their living through the winter. I +don't know what Mr. Penrose will say about it, but I +know what we all feel."</p> + +<p>"Why, George," Mrs. Andrews said, while her +eyes were filled with happy tears at the praises of +her son, "why did you not tell me about it?"</p> + +<p>"Why, mother, there was not anything to tell," +George said, "and Bob has made a great fuss about +nothing. As I told you, we saw a light as we came +along and when we went round behind and got on +the wall we saw the place was on fire, so we rang +the alarm-bell, and then turned on the hose and +flooded the place with water till Bob and some more +came to help us."</p> + +<p>"It sounds very simple, Mrs. Andrews, but I can +tell you it wasn't so. When we opened the door of +the planing-shop it was so full of smoke that it didn't +seem as if anyone could breathe there for a minute, +and as we could see the glare of the flames at the +other end we thought the place was gone. We +should have gone out and waited for the engines if<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span> +we hadn't heard the boys sing out that they were +there; and even though we knelt down and crawled +in, as they shouted to us to do, we were pretty nearly +stifled. When we took the hose they crawled forward +and got the shavings cleared away; that was +how they burned their hands, I expect; and I hear +they tumbled down insensible when they got out. +Now, ma'am, they may make light of it, but if ever +two young chaps behaved like heroes they did, and +you have every right to be proud of them—I say of +them, because although Bill's no son of yours I know +he is what you and your boy have made him. He +was telling me about it one day."</p> + +<p>"Will work go on to-morrow as usual, Bob?" +George asked, in order to change the subject.</p> + +<p>"In some of the shops it will, no doubt," Bob +said; "but in our shop and the floors above it it will +take a day or two to clear up. I saw the foreman +just now, and he tells me that a strong gang of carpenters +will be put on, for both the floors are burned +away at the end of the wall and pretty near twenty +feet of the roof are charred. Two surveyors are +coming down this afternoon to examine the wall and +say whether it is safe. The walls of the shops that +are burned out must come down, of course. The +surveyor says that if the wall at the end of the planing-room +looks pretty strong they will build up another +wall against it as soon as it gets cold enough +and the rubbish is cleared away for men to work; +that will make a strong job of it, and there won't be<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span> +any loss of time. Of course if the old one has to +come down there can't be much work done in the +shops till it's finished. The governor got down +about ten o'clock last night. A messenger went up +to him almost directly after the fire broke out, but +he was out at dinner, and by the time he got down +here all danger of it spreading was over. He had +a talk with the foreman and arranged about the wall +with him. He is as anxious as we are that there +should be no delay, for there are some heavy orders +in, and, of course, he doesn't want them taken anywhere +else."</p> + +<p>"Will you look at their hands, Mr. Grimstone. I +don't know much about it, but they seem to be badly +burned."</p> + +<p>"That they are, ma'am," Mr. Grimstone said +when he had examined them; "pretty nigh raw. If +I might give an opinion, I should say as the doctor +had better see them; they are precious painful, aint +they, George?"</p> + +<p>"They do feel as if they were on fire, Bob, but I +don't see any use in a doctor. I don't suppose he +can do more than mother has."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps not, George, but he had better see them +for all that; he may give you some cooling lotion for +them, and I can tell you burns on the hand are apt +to be serious matters, for the muscles of the fingers +may get stiffened. I have known two or three cases +like that. You had better go at once to Dr. Maxwell; +he always attends if there are any accidents at<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span> +the works. You know the house, George; it is +about halfway between this and the works."</p> + +<p>"Yes, you had better go at once, boys," Mrs. Andrews +said; "there, put on your hats and be off."</p> + +<p>"I will walk with them. I must be off anyway, +for the missis will be waiting dinner for me."</p> + +<p>"Are we to pay, mother?"</p> + +<p>"No, not till you have done, George. I dare say +you will have to have your hands dressed several +times."</p> + +<p>"There won't be any occasion to pay him, Mrs. +Andrews. The firm always pays the doctor in case +of accidents, and you may be very sure that in this +case they will be only too glad."</p> + +<p>"Well, in any case, George," Mrs. Andrews said, +"you can tell the doctor that you will pay when he +says that you need not come to him again. If Mr. +Penrose hears about it and chooses to pay I should +not think of refusing, as you have been burned in +his service; but certainly I should not assume that +he will do so."</p> + +<p>"Shall I go in with you, boys?" Bob asked when +they reached the door. "I know the doctor; he attended +me two years ago when I pretty nigh had my +finger taken off by one of the cutters."</p> + +<p>"Yes, please, Bob, I wish you would."</p> + +<p>They were shown into the surgery, where the +doctor soon joined them.</p> + +<p>"I've brought these two young chaps for you to +look at their hands, Dr. Maxwell. They got them<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span> +burnt last night at the fire. Mrs. Andrews, the +mother of this lad, wished me to say that she would +pay the charges when you have done with them; but +as if it hadn't been for them the works would have +been burnt down as sure as you are standing there, +I expect the firm will take the matter in their own +hands."</p> + +<p>"Yes, they are nasty burns," the doctor said, examining +the boys' hands. "Can you open and shut +them, boy?"</p> + +<p>"I think I could if tried, sir," George said, "but +I shouldn't like to try, for if I move my fingers at +all it hurts them awfully."</p> + +<p>"I see you have had oil and cotton-wool on your +hands."</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> + +<p>"The best thing you can do, boys, is to put on +some soothing poultices. Tell your mother to get +some linseed and mix it with olive-oil. I will give +you a bottle of laudanum. Let her put about twenty +drops of that into the oil before she mixes it with +the linseed. Every four or five hours change the +poultices. I think you will find that will relieve the +pain a good deal. I see your faces are scorched too. +You can do nothing better than keep them moistened +with sweet-oil. I should advise you to keep as quiet +as possible for three or four days."</p> + +<p>"But we shall want to get to work, sir," George +said.</p> + +<p>"Nonsense! You will be very lucky if you can<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span> +use your hands in another fortnight. I will send +in the usual certificate to the works."</p> + +<p>"Will you tell the foreman, Bob," George said +when they left the doctor's, "how it is we can't come +to work? You tell him we wanted to, and that we +hope to come back as soon as our hands are all right; +because, you see, the men and boys at the shops +which have been burnt down will be all out of work, +and it would be awful if we found our places filled +up when we went to work again."</p> + +<p>"Don't you be afraid, George; there is no fear of +your being out of work after what you have +done."</p> + +<p>"Well, what did the doctor say?" was Mrs. Andrews' +first question when they returned home.</p> + +<p>"He didn't say much, mother, except that we +must not think of going to work for a fortnight anyhow, +and we are to have poultices made with linseed +mixed with oil, and twenty drops of laudanum from +this bottle, and it must be put on fresh every three +or four hours. I am afraid it will be an awful +trouble."</p> + +<p>"The trouble won't matter," Mrs. Andrews said +brightly. "Did he say you were to go to bed?"</p> + +<p>"No, mother; but we were to keep as quiet as we +could."</p> + +<p>"Then in that case, George, I think you had better +go to bed."</p> + +<p>"No; I am sure we had better not," George said. +"I should toss and fidget about there horridly. The<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span> +best thing will be for us to sit here, and then we +shall be all together. And if you talk to us, and +perhaps read to us, we shan't feel it half so much. +What are you going to do, mother?" he asked five +minutes afterwards, as Mrs. Andrews came down +with her bonnet on.</p> + +<p>"I am going to get some linseed, George, of +course. I haven't got any in the house."</p> + +<p>"But it's Sunday, mother, and the shops will be +shut."</p> + +<p>"I shall get it at the chemist's, George. They +will always supply things that are needed even on +Sunday. People are ill on Sunday as well as any +other day, you know. I shan't be gone more than +a quarter of an hour. You must keep very quiet +till I come back."</p> + +<p>The boys found a good deal of relief from the +effect of the poultices, and were very much better +after a good night's rest. At ten o'clock the next +morning, as Mrs. Andrews was sitting at her work, +with the boys both on the hearthrug in front of the +fire, there was a knock at the door. It was a loud +double knock, quite unlike the ordinary summons of +the baker's boy, who was the only regular caller. +The boys jumped up in surprise.</p> + +<p>"Who can that be, mother?"</p> + +<p>"We shall soon see," Mrs. Andrews said quietly.</p> + +<p>She was not surprised, on opening the door, to see +a gentleman standing there, whom, by the description +the boys had given of him, she guessed to be<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span> +their employer. A little girl was standing by his +side.</p> + +<p>"Is this Mrs. Andrews?" the gentleman asked.</p> + +<p>"I am Mrs. Andrews," the lady answered quietly.</p> + +<p>"My name is Penrose. I have called with my +daughter to inquire after the two lads—one of them +your son, I believe—who so gallantly saved my place +from being burned down on Saturday evening. I +only heard about it late yesterday evening, when I +came down to arrange about some matters with the +foreman. He did not know the facts of the case +on Saturday night, but had learned them yesterday, +and there can be no doubt whatever, from what he +says, that had it not been for the presence of mind +and bravery of these two lads nothing could have +saved the entire works and all the wood piles from +destruction. I told my daughter this morning, and +she insisted on coming down with me. You know +she is already indebted to your son for saving a +locket which we both greatly valued."</p> + +<p>"Will you walk in, sir?" and Mrs. Andrews +showed them into the sitting room.</p> + +<p>Mr. Penrose had been somewhat surprised by +Mrs. Andrews' manner, although the foreman, in +telling him of the boys' conduct, had also stated +what he knew about them.</p> + +<p>"They are out-of-the-way sort of boys, sir," he +said. "There was quite a talk about them in the +shops in the spring. They lodged with Grimstone, +and it seems that after they had been here at work<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span> +five months Andrews' mother, who had been ill, was +coming to them, and they got Grimstone to take a +house for them, and it turned out that ever since +they had been at work here they had been putting by +half their wages to furnish a place for her, so they +must have lived on about five shillings a week each +and got clothes for themselves out of it. Now, sir, +boys as would do that aint ordinary boys, and there +was quite a talk among the men about it. I hear +from Grimstone that Mrs. Andrews is a superior +sort of person, he says quite a lady. She does work, +I believe, for some London shop."</p> + +<p>Mr. Penrose, therefore, was prepared to find the +boys in a more comfortable abode than usual, and +their mother what the foreman called a superior sort +of woman; but he perceived at once by her address +that Grimstone's estimate had been a correct one, +and that she was indeed a lady. The prettiness of +the little sitting room, with its comfortable furniture, +its snowy curtains and pretty belongings, +heightened this feeling.</p> + +<p>"I have come to see you, boys," he said, "and to +tell you how indebted I feel to you for your exertions +on Saturday. There is no doubt that had it +not been for you the place would have been entirely +burned. It was fully insured, but it would have +been a serious matter for me, as I should have lost +four or five months' work, and it would have been +still more serious for the men to have been thrown +out of employment at this time of the year, so we all<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span> +feel very much indebted to you. I hope you are not +much burned."</p> + +<p>"Oh, no, sir! our hands are burned a bit, but they +will be all right in a few days. Bill and I are very +glad, sir, that we happened to be passing, and were +able to give the alarm and do something to stop the +flames till the others came up; but we don't feel that +it was anything out of the way. It was just a piece +of fun and excitement to us."</p> + +<p>"They didn't say anything about it, Mr. Penrose, +when they came home, and it was only when one of +the men came in next day to ask after them that I +heard that they had really been of use."</p> + +<p>"It is all very well to say so, lads," Mr. Penrose +replied; "but there is no doubt you showed a great +deal of courage, as well as presence of mind, and +you may be sure that I shall not forget it. And +now, Mrs. Andrews," he said, turning round to her, +"I feel rather in a false position. I came round to +see the lads, who, when I last saw them, were not +in very flourishing circumstances, and I was going +to make them a present for the service they had done +me, and my daughter has brought them a basket +with some wine, jelly, and other things such as are +good for sick boys. Finding them as I find them, +in your care and in such a home, you see I feel a difficulty +about it altogether."</p> + +<p>"Thank you, sir," Mrs. Andrews said, "for the +kindness of your intention; but my boys—for although +one is in no way related to me I feel towards<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span> +him as if he were my own—would not like to take +money for doing their duty towards their employer."</p> + +<p>"No, indeed!" George and Bill exclaimed simultaneously.</p> + +<p>"As you see, sir, thanks to the work you were +good enough to give the boys and to my needle,"—and +she glanced towards the articles on the table,—"we +are very comfortable; but I am sure the boys +will be very glad to accept the things which your +daughter has been so kind as to bring down for +them, and will feel very much obliged for her +thoughtfulness."</p> + +<p>"That is right," Mr. Penrose said, relieved. +"Nelly, you may as well leave the basket as it is. +I am sure you don't want to carry it back again?"</p> + +<p>"No, papa," Nelly said; and indeed even the +empty basket would have been more than the child +could well have carried. It had come on the top of +the carriage to the railway-station, and a porter had +accompanied Mr. Penrose with it to Laburnum +Villas.</p> + +<p>"You would have hardly known your young +friend. Would you, Nelly?"</p> + +<p>"I don't think I should," she said, shaking her +head. "He looks dreadfully burned, and his hair +is all funny and frizzled."</p> + +<p>"It will soon grow again," George said, smiling. +"The doctor says our faces will be all right when +the skin is peeled off. Thank you very much, Miss +Penrose, for all the nice things. It was a fortunate<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span> +day indeed for us when I caught that boy stealing +your locket."</p> + +<p>"And it was a fortunate day for us too," Mr. +Penrose responded. "Now, Mrs. Andrews, we will +say good-by. You will not mind my calling again +to see how the boys are getting on?"</p> + +<p>"It will be very kind of you, sir, and we shall be +glad to see you," Mrs. Andrews replied; "but I hope +in a few days they will both be out of the doctor's +hands."</p> + +<p>"I can't shake hands with you," Mr. Penrose said, +patting the boys on the shoulder, "but I hope next +time I see you to be able to do so. Good-morning, +Mrs. Andrews."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VII" id="CHAPTER_VII"></a>CHAPTER VII.</h2> + +<h3>SAVED!</h3> + + +<p>"Now let us have a look at the basket, mother," +George said as Mrs. Andrews returned into the +room after seeing her two visitors off. "It's very +kind of him, isn't it? and I am glad he didn't offer us +money; that would have been horrid, wouldn't it?"</p> + +<p>"I am glad he did not, too, George. Mr. Penrose +is evidently a gentleman of delicacy and refinement +of feeling, and he saw that he would give pain +if he did so."</p> + +<p>"You see it too, don't you, Bill?" George asked. +"You know you thought I was a fool not to take +money when he offered it for getting back the locket; +but you see it in the same way now, don't you?"</p> + +<p>"Yes; I shouldn't have liked to take money," +Bill said. "I sees——"</p> + +<p>"See," Mrs. Andrews corrected.</p> + +<p>"Thank you. I see things different—differently," +he corrected himself, seeing that George was +about to speak, "to what I did then."</p> + +<p>"Now, mother," George said, "let us open the +basket; it's almost as big as a clothes-basket, +isn't it?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span></p> + +<p>The cover was lifted and the contents, which had +after much thought been settled by Nelly herself, +were disclosed. There were two bottles of port-wine, +a large mold of jelly, a great cake, two dozen +oranges, some apples, a box of preserved fruit, some +almonds and raisins, two packets of Everton toffee, +a dozen mince-pies, and four pots of black-currant +jelly, on the cover of one of which was written in a +sprawling hand, "Two teaspoonfuls stirred up in +a tumbler of water for a drink at night."</p> + +<p>"This will make a grand feast, mother; what a +jolly collection, isn't it? I think Miss Penrose must +have chosen it herself, don't you?"</p> + +<p>"It certainly looks like it, George," Mrs. Andrews +replied, smiling. "I do not think any grownup +person would have chosen mince-pies and toffee +as appropriate for sick boys."</p> + +<p>"Yes; but she must have known we were not +badly burned, mother; and besides, you see, she put +in currant-jelly to make drinks, and there are the +oranges too. I vote that we have an orange and +some toffee at once, Bill."</p> + +<p>"I have tasted oranges," Bill said, "lots of them +in the market, but I never tasted toffee."</p> + +<p>"It's first-rate, I can tell you."</p> + +<p>"Why, they look like bits of tin," Bill said as the +packet was opened.</p> + +<p>George burst into a laugh.</p> + +<p>"That's tin-foil, that's only to wrap it up; you +peel that off, Bill, and you will find the toffee inside.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span> +Now, mother, you have a glass of wine and a piece +of cake."</p> + +<p>"I will have a piece of cake, George; but I am +not going to open the wine. We will put that by in +case of illness or of any very extraordinary occasion."</p> + +<p>"I am glad the other things won't keep, mother, +or I expect you would be wanting to put them all +away. Isn't this toffee good, Bill?"</p> + +<p>"First-rate," Bill agreed. "What is it made +of?"</p> + +<p>"Sugar and butter melted together over the fire."</p> + +<p>"You are like two children," Mrs. Andrews +laughed, "instead of boys getting on for sixteen +years old. Now I must clear this table again and +get to work; I promised these four bonnets should +be sent in to-morrow morning, and there's lots to be +done to them yet."</p> + +<p>It was three weeks before the boys were able to +go to work again. The foreman came round on +Saturdays with their wages. Mr. Penrose called +again; this time they were out, but he chatted for +some time with Mrs. Andrews.</p> + +<p>"I don't wish to pry into your affairs, Mrs. Andrews," +he said, after asking about the boys; "but +I have a motive for asking if your son has, as I suppose +he has, from his way of speaking, had a fair +education."</p> + +<p>"He was at school up to the age of twelve," Mrs. +Andrews said quietly; "circumstances at that time<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span> +obliged me to remove him; but I have since done +what I could myself towards continuing his education, +and he still works regularly of an evening."</p> + +<p>"Why I ask, Mrs. Andrews, was that I should +like in time to place him in the counting-house. I +say in time, because I think it will be better for him +for the next two or three years to continue to work +in the shops. I will have him moved from shop to +shop so as to learn thoroughly the various branches +of the business. That is what I should do had I a +son of my own to bring into the business. It will +make him more valuable afterwards, and fit him to +take a good position either in my shops or in any +similar business should an opening occur."</p> + +<p>"I am greatly obliged to you, sir," Mrs. Andrews +said gratefully; "though I say it myself, a better +boy never lived."</p> + +<p>"I am sure he is by what I have heard of him, +and I shall be only too glad, after the service he has +rendered me, to do everything in my power to push +him forward. His friend, I hear, has not had the +same advantages. At the time I first saw him he +looked a regular young arab."</p> + +<p>"So he was, sir; but he is a fine young fellow. +He was very kind to my boy when he was alone in +London, and gave up his former life to be with him. +George taught him to read before I came here, and +he has worked hard ever since. No one could be +nicer in the house than he is, and had I been his own +mother he could not be more dutiful or anxious to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span> +please. Indeed I may say that I am indebted for +my home here as much to him as to my own +boy."</p> + +<p>"I am glad to hear you say so, Mrs. Andrews, for +of course I should wish to do something for him too. +At any rate, I will give him, like your son, every +opportunity of learning the business, and he will in +time be fit for a position of foreman of a shop—by +no means a bad one for a lad who has had such a +beginning as he has had. After that, of course, it +must depend upon himself. I think, if you will +allow me to suggest, it would be as well that you +should not tell them the nature of our conversation. +Of course it is for you to decide; but, however steady +boys they are, it might make them a little less able +to get on well with their associates in a shop if they +know that they are going to be advanced."</p> + +<p>"I don't think it would make any difference to +them, sir; but at the same time I do think it would +be as well not to tell them."</p> + +<p>One day Bill was out by himself as the men were +coming out of the shop, and he stopped to speak to +Bob Grimstone.</p> + +<p>"Oh! I am glad to find you without George," +Bob said; "'cause I want to talk to you. Look +here! the men in all the shops have made a subscription +to give you and George a present. Everyone +feels that it's your doing that we have not got to +idle all this winter, and when someone started the +idea there wasn't a man in the two shops that didn't<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span> +agree with him. I am the treasurer, I am, and it's +come to just thirty pounds. Now I don't know +what you two boys would like, whether you would +like it in money, or whether you would like it in +something else, so I thought I would ask you first. +I thought you would know what George would like, +seeing what friends you are, and then you know it +would come as a surprise to him. Now, what do +you say?"</p> + +<p>"Its very kind of you," Bill said. "I am sure +George would like anything better than money, and +so should I."</p> + +<p>"Well, you think it over, Bill, and let me know +in a day or two. We were thinking of a watch for +each of you, with an inscription, saying it was presented +to you by your shopmates for having saved +the factory, and so kept them at work for months +just at the beginning of winter. That's what +seemed to me that you would like; but if there is +anything you would like better, just you say so. +You come down here to-morrow or next day, when +you have thought it over, and give me an answer. +Of course you can consult George if you think +best."</p> + +<p>Bill met Bob Grimstone on the following day.</p> + +<p>"I have thought it over," he said, "and I know +what George and me would like better than any +possible thing you could get."</p> + +<p>"Well, what is it, Bill?"</p> + +<p>"Well, what we have set our minds on, and what<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span> +we were going to save up our money to get, was a +piano for George's mother. I heard her say that we +could get a very nice one for about thirty pounds, +and it would be splendid if you were all to give it +her."</p> + +<p>"Very well, Bill, then a piano it shall be. I know +a chap as works at Kirkman's, and I expect he will +be able to give us a good one for the money."</p> + +<p>Accordingly on the Saturday afternoon before the +boys were going to work again, Mrs. Andrews and +George were astonished at seeing a cart stop before +the house, and the foreman, Bob Grimstone, and +four other men coming up to the door.</p> + +<p>Bill ran and opened the door, and the men entered. +He had been apprised of the time that they might +be expected, and at once showed them in.</p> + +<p>"Mrs. Andrews," the foreman said, "I and my +mates here are a deputation from the hands employed +in the shop, and we have come to offer you a +little sort of testimonial of what we feel we owe your +son and Bill Smith for putting out the fire and saving +the shops. If it hadn't been for them it would +have been a bad winter for us all. So after thinking +it over and finding out what form of testimonial +the lads would like best, we have got you a piano, +which we hope you may live long to play on and +enjoy. We had proposed to give them a watch +each; but we found that they would rather that it +took the form of a piano."</p> + +<p>"Oh, how good and kind of you all!" Mrs. An<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span>drews +said, much affected. "I shall indeed be +proud of your gift, both for itself and for the kind +feeling towards my boys which it expresses."</p> + +<p>"Then, ma'am, with your permission we will just +bring it in;" and the deputation retired to assist with +the piano.</p> + +<p>"Oh, boys, how could you do it without telling +me!" Mrs. Andrews exclaimed.</p> + +<p>George had hitherto stood speechless with surprise.</p> + +<p>"But I didn't know anything about it, mother. +I don't know what they mean by saying that we +would rather have it than watches. Of course we +would, a hundred times; but I don't know how they +knew it."</p> + +<p>"Then it must have been your kind thought, +Bill."</p> + +<p>"It wasn't no kind thought, Mrs. Andrews, but +they spoke to me about it, and I knew that a piano +was what we should like better than anything else, +and I didn't say anything about it, because Bob +Grimstone thought that it would be nicer to be a surprise +to George as well as to you."</p> + +<p>"You are right, old boy," George said, shaking +Bill by the hand; "why, there never was such a good +idea; it is splendid, mother, isn't it?"</p> + +<p>The men now appeared at the door with the +piano. This was at once placed in the position +which had long ago been decided upon as the best +place for the piano when it should come. Mrs. An<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span>drews +opened it, and there on the front was a silver +plate with the inscription:</p> + +<p>"To Mrs. Andrews from the Employees at +Messrs. Penrose & Co., in token of their gratitude to +George Andrews and William Smith for their courage +and presence of mind, by which the factory was +saved from being destroyed by fire on Saturday the +23d of October, 1857."</p> + +<p>The tears which stood in Mrs. Andrews' eyes rendered +it difficult for her to read the inscription.</p> + +<p>"I thank you, indeed," she said. "Now, perhaps +you would like to hear its tones." So saying +she sat down and played "Home, Sweet Home." +"It has a charming touch," she said as she rose, +"and, you see, the air was an appropriate one, for +your gift will serve to make home even sweeter than +before. Give, please, my grateful thanks, and those +of my boys, to all who have subscribed."</p> + +<p>The inhabitants of No. 8 Laburnum Villas had +long been a subject of considerable discussion +and interest to their neighbors, for the appearance +of the boys as they came home of an evening +in their working clothes seemed altogether incongruous +with that of their mother and with the +neatness and prettiness of the villa, and was, indeed, +considered derogatory to the respectability of +Laburnum Villas in general. Upon this evening +they were still further mystified at hearing +the notes of a female voice of great power and sweetness, +accompanied by a piano, played evidently by<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span> +an accomplished musician, issuing from the house. +As to the boys, they thought that, next only to that +of the home-coming of Mrs. Andrews, never was +such a happy evening spent in the world.</p> + +<p>I do not think that in all London there was a +household that enjoyed that winter more than did +the inmates of No. 8 Laburnum Villas. Their total +earnings were about thirty-five shillings a week, +much less than that of many a mechanic, but ample +for them not only to live, but to live in comfort and +even refinement. No stranger, who had looked into +the pretty drawing room in the evening, would have +dreamed that the lady at the piano worked as a +milliner for her living, or that the lads were boys in +a manufactory.</p> + +<p>When spring came they began to plan various +trips and excursions which could be taken on bank +holidays or during the long summer evenings, when +an event happened which, for a time, cut short all +their plans. The word had been passed round the +shops the first thing in the morning that Mr. Penrose +was coming down with a party of ladies and +gentlemen to go over the works, and that things were +to be made as tidy as possible.</p> + +<p>Accordingly there was a general clearing up, and +vast quantities of shavings and sawdust were swept +up from the floors, although when the machines had +run again for a few hours no one would have +thought that a broom had been seen in the place for +weeks.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span></p> + +<p>George was now in a shop where a number of +machines were at work grooving, mortising, and +performing other work to prepare the wood for +builders' purposes. The party arrived just as work +had recommenced after dinner.</p> + +<p>There were ten or twelve gentlemen and as many +ladies. Nelly Penrose, with two girls about her +own age, accompanied the party. They stopped for +a time in each shop while Mr. Penrose explained the +nature of the work and the various points of the +machinery.</p> + +<p>They had passed through most of the other rooms +before they entered that in which George was engaged, +and the young girls, taking but little interest +in the details of the machinery, wandered somewhat +away from the rest of the party, chatting among +themselves. George had his eye upon them, and +was wishing that Mr. Penrose would turn round and +speak to them, for they were moving about carelessly +and not paying sufficient heed to the machinery.</p> + +<p>Suddenly he threw down his work and darted forward +with a shout; but he was too late, a revolving-band +had caught Nelly Penrose's dress. In an instant +she was dragged forward and in another moment +would have been whirled into the middle of +the machinery.</p> + +<p>There was a violent scream, followed by a sudden +crash and a harsh grating sound, and then the whole +of the machinery on that side of the room came to +a standstill. For a moment no one knew what had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span> +happened. Mr. Penrose and some of his friends +rushed forward to raise Nelly. Her hand was held +fast between the band and the pulley, and the band +had to be cut to relieve it.</p> + +<p>"What an escape! what an escape!" Mr. Penrose +murmured, as he lifted her. "Another second and +nothing could have saved her. But what stopped +the machinery?" and for the first time he looked +round the shop. There was a little group of men a +few yards away, and, having handed Nelly, who was +crying bitterly, for her hand was much bruised, to +one of the ladies, he stepped towards them. The +foreman came forward to meet him.</p> + +<p>"I think, sir, you had better get the ladies out of +the shop. I am afraid young Andrews is badly hurt."</p> + +<p>"How is it? What is the matter?" Mr. Penrose asked.</p> + +<p>"I think, sir, he saw the danger your daughter +was in, and shoved his foot in between two of the +cog-wheels."</p> + +<p>"You don't say so!" Mr. Penrose exclaimed, as +he pushed forward among the men.</p> + +<p>Two of them were supporting George Andrews, +who, as pale as death, lay in their arms. One of his +feet was jammed in between two of the cog-wheels. +He was scarcely conscious.</p> + +<p>"Good Heavens," Mr. Penrose exclaimed in a +low tone, "his foot must be completely crushed! +Have you thrown off the driving belt, Williams?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Yes, sir, I did that first thing."</p> + +<p>"That's right; now work away for your lives, +lads." This was said to two men who had already +seized spanners and were unscrewing the bolts of +the bearings in order to enable the upper shafting to +be lifted and the cog-wheel removed. Then Mr. +Penrose returned to his friends.</p> + +<p>"Pray leave the shop," he said, "and go down +into the office. There's been a bad accident; a noble +young fellow has sacrificed himself to save Nelly's +life, and is, I fear, terribly hurt. Williams, send off +a man instantly for the surgeon. Let him jump +into one of the cabs he will find waiting at the gate, +and tell the man to drive as hard as he can go. If +Dr. Maxwell is not at home let him fetch someone +else."</p> + +<p>George had indeed sacrificed himself to save Nelly +Penrose. When he saw the band catch her dress he +had looked round for an instant for something with +which to stop the machinery, but there was nothing +at hand, and without an instant's hesitation he had +thrust his foot between the cog-wheels. He had on +very heavy, thickly nailed working boots, and the +iron-bound sole threw the cogs out of gear and bent +the shaft, thereby stopping the machinery. George +felt a dull, sickening pain, which seemed to numb +and paralyze him all over, and he remembered little +more until, on the shafting being removed, his foot +was extricated and he was laid gently down on a +heap of shavings. The first thing he realized when<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span> +he was conscious was that someone was pouring +some liquid, which half-choked him, down his throat.</p> + +<p>When he opened his eyes, Mr. Penrose, kneeling +beside him, was supporting his head, while on the +other side knelt Bill Smith, the tears streaming down +his cheeks and struggling to suppress his sobs.</p> + +<p>"What is it, Bill? What's the matter?" Then +the remembrance of what had passed flashed upon +him.</p> + +<p>"Is she safe; was I in time?"</p> + +<p>"Quite safe, my dear boy. Thank God, your +noble sacrifice was not in vain," Mr. Penrose answered +with quivering lips, for he too had the +greatest difficulty in restraining his emotion.</p> + +<p>"Am I badly hurt, sir?" George asked after a +pause, "because, if so, will you please send home for +mother? I don't feel in any pain, but I feel strange +and weak."</p> + +<p>"It is your foot, my boy. I fear that it is badly +crushed, but otherwise you are unhurt. Your boot +threw the machinery out of gear."</p> + +<p>In ten minutes the doctor arrived. He had already +been informed of the nature of the accident.</p> + +<p>"Is it any use trying to cut the boot off?" Mr. +Penrose asked in a low voice as Dr. Maxwell stooped +over George's leg.</p> + +<p>"Not the slightest," the doctor answered in the +same tone. "The foot is crushed to a pulp. It +must come off at the ankle. Nothing can save it. +He had better be taken home at once. You had best<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span> +send to Guy's and get an operating surgeon for him. +I would rather it were done by someone whose hand +is more used than mine to this sort of work."</p> + +<p>"I am a governor of Guy's," Mr. Penrose said, +"and will send off at once for one of their best men. +You are not afraid of the case, I hope, Dr. Maxwell?"</p> + +<p>"Not of the local injury," Dr. Maxwell replied; +"but the shock to the system of such a smash is very +severe. However, he has youth, strength, and a +good constitution, so we must hope for the best. +The chances are all in his favor. We are thinking +of taking you home, my boy," he went on, speaking +aloud to George. "Are you in any great pain?"</p> + +<p>"I am not in any pain, sir; only I feel awfully +cold, and, please, will someone go on before and +tell mother. Bill had better not go; he would +frighten her to death and make her think it was +much worse than it is."</p> + +<p>"I will go myself," Mr. Penrose replied. "I will +prepare her for your coming."</p> + +<p>"Drink some more of this brandy," the doctor +said; "that will warm you and give you strength for +your journey."</p> + +<p>There was a stretcher always kept at the works +in case of emergency, and George was placed on +this and covered with some rugs. Four of the men +raised it onto their shoulders and set out, Mr. Penrose +at once driving on to prepare Mrs. Andrews.</p> + +<p>Bill followed the procession heart-broken. When<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span> +it neared home he fell behind and wandered away, +not being able to bring himself to witness the grief +of Mrs. Andrews. For hours he wandered about, +sitting down in waste places and crying as if his +heart would break. "If it had been me it wouldn't +have mattered," he kept on exclaiming—"wouldn't +have mattered a bit. It wouldn't have been no odds +one way or the other. There, we have always been +together in the shops till this week, and now when +we get separated this is what comes of it. Here am +I, walking about all right, and George all crushed +up, and his mother breaking her heart. Why, I +would rather a hundred times that they had smashed +me up all over than have gone and hurt George like +that!"</p> + +<p>It was dark before he made his way back, and, +entering at the back door, took off his boots, and was +about to creep upstairs when Mrs. Andrews came +out of the kitchen.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Mrs. Andrews!" he exclaimed, and the +tears again burst from him.</p> + +<p>"Do not cry, Bill; George is in God's hands, and +the doctors have every hope that he will recover. +They are upstairs with him now, with a nurse whom +Mr. Penrose has fetched down from the hospital. +He will have to lose his foot, poor boy," she added +with a sob that she could not repress, "but we +should feel very thankful that it is no worse after +such an accident as that. The doctor says that his +thick boots saved him. If it hadn't been for that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span> +his whole leg would have been drawn into the machinery, +and then nothing could have saved him. +Now I must go upstairs, as I only came down for +some hot water."</p> + +<p>"May I go up to him, Mrs. Andrews?"</p> + +<p>"I think, my boy, you had better stop down here +for the present for both your sakes. I will let you +know when you can go up to him."</p> + +<p>So Bill crouched before the fire and waited. He +heard movements upstairs and wondered what they +were doing and why they didn't keep quiet, and +when he would be allowed to go up. Once or twice +the nurse came down for hot water, but Bill did not +speak to her; but in half an hour Mrs. Andrews herself +returned, looking, Bill thought, even paler than +before.</p> + +<p>"I have just slipped down to tell you, my boy, +that it's all over. They gave him chloroform, and +have taken his foot off."</p> + +<p>"And didn't it hurt it awful?" Bill asked in an +awed voice.</p> + +<p>"Not in the least. He knew nothing about it, +and the first thing he asked when he came to was +when they were going to begin. They will be going +away directly, and then you can come up and sit +quietly in his room if you like. The doctors say he +will probably drop asleep."</p> + +<p>Bill was obliged to go outside again and wrestle +with himself before he felt that he was fit to go up +into George's room. It was a long struggle, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span> +had George caught his muttered remonstrances to +himself he would have felt that Bill had suffered a +bad relapse into his former method of talking. It +came out in jerks between his sobs.</p> + +<p>"Come, none of that now. Aint yer ashamed of +yerself, a-howling and a-blubbering like a gal! Call +yerself a man!—you are a babby, that's what +you are. Now, dry up, and let's have no more +of it."</p> + +<p>But it was a long time before he again mastered +himself; then he went to the scullery and held his +head under the tap till the water took away his +breath, then polished his face till it shone, and then +went and sat quietly down till Mrs. Andrews came +in and told him that he could go upstairs to George. +He went up to the bedside and took George's hand, +but he could not trust himself to speak.</p> + +<p>"Well, Bill, old boy," George said cheerily, but in +a somewhat lower voice than usual, "this is a sudden +go, isn't it?"</p> + +<p>Bill nodded. He was still speechless.</p> + +<p>"Don't you take it to heart, Bill," George said, +feeling that the lad was shaking from head to foot. +"It won't make much odds, you know. I shall soon +be about again all right. I expect they will be able +to put on an artificial foot, and I shall be stumping +about as well as ever, though I shouldn't be much +good at a race."</p> + +<p>"I wish it had been me," Bill broke out. "I +would have jammed my head in between them<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span> +wheels cheerful, that I would, rather than you +should have gone and done it."</p> + +<p>"Fortunately there was no time," George said +with a smile. "Don't you fret yourself, Bill; one +can get on well enough without a foot, and it didn't +hurt me a bit coming off. No, nor the squeeze +either, not regular hurting; it was just a sort of +scrunch, and then I didn't feel anything more. +Why, I have often hurt myself ten times as much at +play and thought nothing of it. I expect it looked +much worse to you than it felt to me."</p> + +<p>"We will talk of it another time," Bill said +huskily. "Your mother said I wasn't to talk, and +I wasn't to let you talk, but just to sit down here +quiet, and you are to try to go off to sleep." So +saying he sat down by the bedside. George asked +one or two more questions, but Bill only shook his +head. Presently George closed his eyes, and a short +time afterwards his quiet regular breathing showed +that he was asleep.</p> + +<p>The next six weeks passed pleasantly enough to +George. Every day hampers containing flowers +and various niceties in the way of food were sent +down by Mr. Penrose, and that gentleman himself +very frequently called in for a chat with him. As +soon as the wound had healed an instrument-maker +came down from town to measure him for an artificial +foot, but before he was able to wear this he +could get about on crutches.</p> + +<p>The first day that he was downstairs Mr. Pen<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span>rose +brought Nelly down to see him. The child +looked pale and awed as he came in.</p> + +<p>"My little girl has asked me to thank you for +her, George," Mr. Penrose said as she advanced +timidly and placed her hand in his. "I have not +said much to you about my own feelings and I won't +say much about hers; but you can understand what +we both feel. Why, my boy, it was a good Providence, +indeed, which threw you in my way! I +thought so when you saved the mill from destruction. +I feel it tenfold more now that you have +saved my child. The ways of God are, indeed, +strange. Who would have thought that all this +could have sprung from that boy snatching the +locket from Helen as we came out of the theater! +And now about the future, George. I owe you a +great debt, infinitely greater than I can ever repay; +but what I can do I will. In the future I shall regard +you as my son, and I hope that you will look +to me as to a father. I have been talking to your +mother, and she says that she thinks your tastes lie +altogether in the direction of engineering. Is that +so?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir. I have often thought I would rather +be an engineer than anything else, but I don't +like——"</p> + +<p>"Never mind what you like and what you don't +like," Mr. Penrose said quietly. "You belong to +me now, you know and must do as you are told. +What I propose is this, that you shall go to a good<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span> +school for another three years, and I will then apprentice +you to a first-class engineer, either mechanical +or civil as you may then prefer, and when you +have learned your business I will take good care +that you are pushed on. What do you say to +that?"</p> + +<p>"I think it is too much altogether," George +said.</p> + +<p>"Never mind about that," Mr. Penrose said, +"that is my business. If that is the only objection +we can imagine it settled. There is another thing. +I know how attached you are to your friend Bill, +and I am indebted to him, too, for the part he played +at the fire, so I propose, if he is willing, to put him +to a good middle-class school for a bit. In the +course of a couple of years he will get a sufficient +education to get on fairly with, and then I propose, +according as you may choose to be a civil or mechanical +engineer, to place him with a mason or +smith; then by the time that you are ready to start +in business he will be ready to take a place under +you, so that you may again work together."</p> + +<p>"Oh, thank you, sir!" George exclaimed, even +more pleased at the news relating to Bill than at his +own good fortune, great as was the delight which +the prospect opened by Mr. Penrose's offer caused +him.</p> + +<p>As soon as George could be moved, Mr. Penrose +sent him with his mother and Bill down to the seaside. +Here George rapidly regained strength, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span> +when, after a stay there of two months, he returned +to town, he was able to walk so well with his artificial +foot that his loss would not have been noticed +by a stranger.</p> + +<p>The arrangements settled by Mr. Penrose were +all in due time carried out. George went for three +years to a good school, and was then apprenticed to +one of the leading civil engineers. With him he +remained five years and then went out for him to +survey a railroad about to be constructed in Brazil, +and remained there as one of the staff who superintended +its construction. Bill, who was now a +clever young mason, accompanied him, and through +George's interest with the contractor obtained the +sub-contract for the masonry of some of the bridges +and culverts.</p> + +<p>This was ten years ago, and George Andrews is +now one of the most rising engineers of the day, and +whatever business he undertakes his friend Bill is +still his right-hand man. Mr. Penrose has been in +all respects as good as his word, and has been ready +to assist George with his personal influence in all +his undertakings, and in all respects has treated him +as a son, while Nelly has regarded him with the +affection of a sister.</p> + +<p>Both George and Bill have been married some +years, and Mrs. Andrews the elder is one of the +proudest and happiest of mothers. She still lives +with her son at the earnest request of his wife, who +is often left alone during George's frequent ab<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span>sence +abroad on professional duties. As for Bill, he +has not even yet got over his wonder at his own +good fortune, and ever blesses the day when he first +met George in Covent Garden.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="DO_YOUR_DUTY" id="DO_YOUR_DUTY"></a>DO YOUR DUTY.</h2> + + +<p>Early in the month of March, 1801, an old sailor +was sitting on a bench gazing over the stretch of sea +which lies between Hayling Island and the Isle of +Wight. The prospect was a lively one, for in those +days ships of war were constantly running in and +out, and great convoys of merchantmen sailed under +the protection of our cruisers; and the traffic between +Spithead and Portsmouth resembled that of a much +frequented road.</p> + +<p>Peter Langley had been a boatswain in the king's +service, and had settled down in his old age on a pension, +and lived in a small cottage near the western +extremity of Hayling Island. Here he could see +what was going on at Spithead, and when he needed +a talk with his old "chums" could get into his boat, +which was lying hauled up on the sand, and with +a good wind arrive in an hour at the Hard. He was +sitting at present on a portion of a wreck thrown up +by a very high tide on the sandy slope, when his +meditations were disturbed by a light step behind +him, and a lad in a sailor's dress, some fifteen years +of age, with a bright honest face, came running +down behind him.</p> + +<p>"Hallo, dad!"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Hallo, my boy! Bless me, who'd ha' thought +o' seeing you!" and the old man clasped the boy in +his arms in a way that showed the close relationship +between the two. "I didn't expect you for another +week."</p> + +<p>"No! we've made a quick passage of it," the boy +said; "fine wind all the way up, with a gale or two +in the right quarter. We only arrived in the river +on Monday, and as soon as we were fairly in dock I +got leave to run down to see you."</p> + +<p>"What were you in such a hurry for?" the old +sailor said. "It's the duty of every hand to stop +by the ship till she's cleared out."</p> + +<p>"I have always stayed before till the crew were +paid off; but no sooner had we cast anchor than one +of the owners came on board, and told the captain +that another cargo was ready, that the ship was to +be unloaded with all speed, and to take in cargo and +sail again in a fortnight at the utmost, as a fleet was +on the point of sailing for the West Indies under a +strong convoy."</p> + +<p>"A fortnight! That's sharp work," the old +sailor said. "And the goods will have to be bundled +out and in again with double speed. I know what +it will be. You will be going out with the paint all +wet, and those lubbers the stevedores will rub it off +as fast as it's put on. Well, a few days at sea will +shake all down into its place. But how did you get +leave?"</p> + +<p>"I am rather a favorite with the first officer," the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span> +lad said. "The men who desired to leave were to +be discharged at once and a fresh gang taken on +board, so I asked him directly the news came round +if I might have four days away. He agreed at once, +and I came down by the night coach; and here I am +for eight-and-forty hours."</p> + +<p>"It's a short stay," the old sailor said, "after +more than a year away, but we mustn't waste the +time in regretting it. You've grown, Harry, and +are getting on fast. In another couple of years +you'll be fit to join a king's ship. I suppose you've +got over your silly idea about sticking to the merchant +service. It's all very well to learn your business +there as a boy, and I grant that in some things +a merchantman is a better school than a king's ship. +They have fewer hands, and each man has to do +more and to learn to think for himself. Still, after +all, there's no place like a saucy frigate for excitement +and happiness."</p> + +<p>"I don't know, dad," the boy said. "I have been +learning a little navigation. The first officer has +been very kind to me, and I hope in the course of +two or three years to pass and get a berth as a third +mate. Still, I should like three or four years on +board a man-of-war."</p> + +<p>"I should think so," the old sailor said, "for a +man ought to do his duty to his country."</p> + +<p>"But there are plenty of men to do their duty to +their country," the boy said.</p> + +<p>"Not a bit of it!" the sailor exclaimed. "There's<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span> +a great difficulty in finding hands for the navy. +Everyone wants to throw their duty upon everyone +else. They all hanker after the higher wages and +loafing life on board a merchantman, and hate to +keep themselves smart and clean as they must do in +a king's ship. If I had my way, every tar should +serve at least five years of his life on board a man-of-war. +It is above all things essential, Harry, that +you should do your duty."</p> + +<p>"I am ready to do my duty, dad," the boy said, +"when the time comes. I do it now to the best of +my power, and I have in my pocket a letter from the +first officer to you. He told you when you went +down with me to see me off on my last voyage +that he would keep an eye upon me, and he has +done so."</p> + +<p>"That's right," the old man said. "As you say, +Harry, a man may do his duty anywhere; still, for +all that, it is part of his duty, if he be a sailor, to help +his majesty, for a time at least, against his enemies. +Look at me. Why, I served man and boy for nigh +fifty years, and was in action one way and another +over a hundred times, and here I am now with a +snug little pension, and as comfortable as his gracious +majesty himself. What can you want more +than that?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know that I can want more," the boy +said, "in its way, at least; but there are other ways +in the merchant service. I might command a ship +by the time I am thirty, and be my own master in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span>stead +of being a mere part of a machine. I have +heard the balls flying too," he said, laughing.</p> + +<p>"What! did you have a brush with Mounseer?" +the old tar said, greatly interested.</p> + +<p>"Yes; we had a bit of a fight with a large privateer +off the coast of Spain. Fortunately the old +bark carries a long eighteen, as well as her twelves, +and when the Frenchman found that we could play +at long bowls as well as himself he soon drew off, +but not before we had drilled a few holes in his sails +and knocked away a bit of his bulwarks."</p> + +<p>"Were you hit, Harry?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, two or three shots hulled her, but they did +little damage beyond knocking away a few of the +fittings and frightening the lady passengers. We +had a strong crew, and a good many were sorry that +the skipper did not hide his teeth and let the Frenchman +come close before he opened fire. We should +like to have towed him up the river with our flag +over the tricolor."</p> + +<p>"There, you see, Harry," the old sailor said, +"you were just as ready to fight as if you had been +on a man-of-war; and while in a sailing ship you +only get a chance if one of these privateers happens +to see you, in a king's ship you go looking about for +an enemy, and when you see one the chances are he +is bigger, instead of smaller, than yourself."</p> + +<p>"Ah! well, dad, we shall never quite agree on it, +I expect," the boy said; "but for all that, I do mean +to serve for a few years in a man-of-war. I expect<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span> +that we may have a chance of seeing some fighting +in the West Indies. There are, they say, several +French cruisers in that direction, and although we +shall have a considerable convoy the Frenchmen +generally have the legs of our ships. I believe that +some of the vessels of the convoy are taking out +troops, and that we are going to have a slap at some +of the French islands. Has there been any news +here since I went?"</p> + +<p>"Nothing beyond a few rows with the smugglers. +The revenue officers have a busy time here. There's +no such place for smuggling on the coast as between +Portsmouth and Chichester. These creeks are just +the places for smugglers, and there's so much traffic +in the Channel that a solitary lugger does not attract +the attention of the coastguard as it does where the +sea's more empty. However, I don't trouble myself +one way or the other about it. I may know a +good deal of the smuggling, or I may not, but it's +no business of mine. If it were my duty to lend a +hand to the coast-guard, I should do it; but as it +isn't, I have no ill-will to the smugglers, and am +content enough to get my spirits cheap."</p> + +<p>"But, dad, surely it's your duty to prevent the +king being cheated?" Harry said with a smile.</p> + +<p>"If the king himself were going to touch the +money," the old sailor said sturdily, "I would lend +a hand to see that he got it, but there's no saying +where this money would have gone. Besides, if the +spirits hadn't been run, they would not have been<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span> +brought over here at all, so after all the revenue is +none the worse for the smuggling."</p> + +<p>The boy laughed. "You can cheat yourself, dad, +when you like, but you know as well as I do that +smuggling's dishonest, and that those who smuggle +cheat the revenue."</p> + +<p>"Ah, well!" the sailor said, "it may be so, but I +don't clearly see that it's my duty to give information +in the matter. If I did feel as it were going to +be my duty, I should let all my neighbors know it, +and take mighty good care that they didn't say anything +within earshot of me, that I might feel called +on to repeat. And now, let's go up to the cottage +and see the old woman."</p> + +<p>"I looked in there for a moment," Harry said, +"as I passed. Mother looks as hale and hearty as +she did when I left, and so do you, dad."</p> + +<p>"Yes, we have nothing to complain of," the old +man said. "I have been so thoroughly seasoned +with salt water that it would take a long time for +me to decay."</p> + +<p>When they got up to the cottage they found that +Jane Langley had got breakfast prepared. Rashers +of bacon were smoking on the table, and a large +tankard of beer stood by, for in those days the use of +tea had not become general in this country.</p> + +<p>"Have you heard, mother," Peter Langley said, +"that the boy is to leave us again in forty-eight +hours?"</p> + +<p>"No, indeed," the old woman said; "but this is<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span> +hard news. I had hoped that you would be with us +for a bit, my boy, for we're getting on fast in life, +and may not be here when you return."</p> + +<p>"Oh, mother! we will not think of such a thing +as that," Harry said. "Father was just saying that +he's so seasoned that even time cannot make much +of such a tough morsel; and you seem as hearty as +he is."</p> + +<p>"Aye, boy," Peter said, "that be true, but when +old oak does come down, he generally falls sudden. +However, we won't make our first meal sad by talking +of what might be."</p> + +<p>Gayly during the meal they chatted over the incidents +of Harry's voyage to India and back. It +was his second trip. The lad had had a much better +education than most boys in his rank of life at that +time, the boatswain having placed him at the age of +ten in charge of a schoolmaster at Portsmouth. +When Harry had reached that age Peter had retired +from the service, and had settled down at Hayling, +but for two years longer he had kept Harry at +school. Then he had apprenticed him to a firm of +shipowners in London, and one of the officers under +whom Peter had served had spoken to the heads of +the firm, so that the boy was put in a ship commanded +by a kind and considerate officer, and to +whose charge he was specially recommended. Thus +he had not forgotten what he had learned at school, +as is too often the case with lads in his position. +His skipper had seen that he not only kept up what<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span> +he knew, but that he studied for an hour or so each +day such subjects as would be useful to him in his +career.</p> + +<p>After breakfast the pair again went out onto the +sandhills, Peter, as usual, carrying a huge telescope +with him, with which he was in the habit of surveying +every ship as she rounded the west of the island +and came running in through the channel to Portsmouth. +Most of the men-of-war he knew in an instant, +and the others he could make a shrewd guess +at. Generally when alone with Harry he was full +of talk of the sea, of good advice as to the lad's +future bearing, and of suggestions and hints as to +the best course to be adopted in various emergencies. +But to-day he appeared unusually thoughtful, and +smoked his pipe, and looked out in silence over the +sea, scarcely even lifting his telescope to his eye.</p> + +<p>"I've been thinking, Harry," he said at last, +"that as you are going away again, and, as the old +woman says, you may not find us both here when +you come back, it is right that I should tell you a +little more about yourself. I once told you, years +ago, that you were not my son, and that I would give +you more particulars some day."</p> + +<p>The lad looked anxiously up at the old sailor. It +was a matter which he had often thought over in +his mind, for although he loved the honest tar and +his good wife as much as he could have done his +natural parents, still, since he had known that he +was their adopted son only, he had naturally won<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span>dered +much as to who his parents were, and what +was their condition in life.</p> + +<p>"I thought it as well," the old sailor began, "not +to tell you this here yarn until you were getting on. +Boys' heads get upset with a little breeze, especially +if they have no ballast, and though it isn't likely now +that you will ever get any clew as to your birth, and +it will make no difference whether it was a duke or +a ship's caulker who was your father, still it's right +that you should know the facts, as no one can say +when they start on a voyage in life what craft they +may fall aboard before they've done. It may be, +Harry, that as you intends to stick to the merchant +service—saving, of course, that little time you mean +to serve on board a king's ship—you may rise to be +a skipper, and perhaps an owner. It may be, boy, +that as a skipper you may fall in love with some taut +craft sailing in your convoy. I've seen such things +before now, and then the fact that you might be, for +aught you know, the son of a marquis instead of +being that of a boatswain, might score in your favor. +Women have curious notions, and though, for my +part, I can't see that it makes much difference where +the keel of a craft was laid as long as it's sound and +well-built, there are those who thinks different.</p> + +<p>"Well, to tell you the yarn. It were nigh fourteen +years ago that I was boatswain aboard the +<i>Alert</i> frigate, as taut a craft as ever sailed. We +had a smart captain and as good a crew as you'd +want to see. We were cruising in the West<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span> +Indies, and had for months been, off and on, in +chase of a craft that had done much damage +there. She carried a black flag, and her skipper +was said to be the biggest villain that ever even +commanded a pirate. Scarce a week passed +but some ship was missing. It mattered little +to him whether she sailed under the English, the +French, or the Spanish flag; all was fish to him. +Many and many a vessel sailed laden that never +reached Europe. Sometimes a few charred timbers +would be thrown up on the shore of the islands, +showing that the ship to which they belonged had +been taken and burned before she had gone many +days on her way. Often and often had the pirate +been chased. She was bark-rigged, which was in +itself a very unusual thing with pirates—indeed, I +never knew of one before. But she had been, I believe, +a merchantman captured by the pirate, and +was such a beauty that he hoisted his flag on her, +and handed his own schooner over to his mate. +Somehow or other he had altered her ballast, and +maybe lengthened her a bit, for those pirates have +a rendezvous in some of the islands, where they are +so strong that they can, if need be, build a ship of +their own. Anyhow, she was the fastest ship of her +class that ever was seen on those seas, and though +our cruisers had over and over again chased her, she +laughed at them, and would for a whole day keep +just out of reach of their bow-chasers with half her +sails set, while the cruisers were staggering under<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span> +every rag they could put on their masts. Then +when she was tired of that game she would hoist her +full canvas and leave the king's vessel behind as if +she was standing still. Once or twice she nearly got +caught by cruisers coming up in different directions, +but each time she managed to slip away without ever +having a rope or stay started by a shot. We in the +<i>Alert</i> had been on her footsteps a dozen times, but +had had no more luck than the rest of them, and the +mere name of the <i>Seamew</i> was sufficient to put any +one of us into a passion. There wasn't one of the +ship's company, from the captain down to the +powder-monkey, who wouldn't have cheerfully +given a year's pay to get alongside the <i>Seamew</i>. +The <i>Alert</i> carried thirty-two guns, and our crew was +stronger than usual in a vessel of that size, for there +was a good deal of boat service, and it was considered +that at any moment 'Yellow Jack' might lay +a good many hands up—or down, as the case may +be. Well, one night we were at anchor in Porto +Rico, and the first lieutenant had strolled up with +two of the middies to the top of a hill just before the +sun went down. He had taken a glass with him. +Just as the night was falling, a middy on our quarter-deck, +who was looking at the shore with a glass, +said to the second lieutenant, who was on watch:</p> + +<p>"'Look, sir; here comes Mr. Jones with Keen +and Hobart down that hill as if he were running a +race. He isn't likely to be racing the middies. +What can he be after?'<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span></p> + +<p>"'No,' the second lieutenant said, with a smile; +'Mr. Jones is hardly likely to be racing the middies'; +which, indeed, was true enough, for the first lieutenant +was as stiff as a ramrod—a good officer, but +as strict a martinet as ever I sailed under.</p> + +<p>"The second lieutenant took the glasses, and saw +that, whatever the reason might be, it was as the midshipman +had said. The news that Mr. Jones was +coming down the hill, running as if Old Nick was +after him, soon spread, and there was quite an excitement +on the quarter-deck as to what could be +the matter.</p> + +<p>"Ten minutes afterwards the gig was seen coming +off to the ship, and it was evident, by the way +the spray was flying and the oars bending, that the +men were pulling as if for life or death. By this +time the news had spread through the ship, and the +captain himself was on the quarter-deck.</p> + +<p>"'Give me the speaking-trumpet,' he said, and as +the boat came within call he shouted, 'What's the +matter, Mr. Jones? Is anything wrong?'</p> + +<p>"'I've sighted,' the lieutenant said, standing up +and making a trumpet with his two hands, 'two +craft together round the point of the island some +fifteen miles at sea. They're low down on the sea-line, +but by their look I think that one is the <i>Seamew</i> +and the other a merchantman she has captured.'</p> + +<p>"Not a moment was lost. The captain gave the +orders sharp and quick. The men, who were all +standing about, were in a minute clustering on the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span> +yards, and never was canvas got on a ship faster +than it was on the <i>Alert</i> that evening. Before the +boat was fairly run up to the davits the anchor was +at the cat-head, and the <i>Alert's</i> bows were pointing +seawards. Five minutes afterwards, with every +stitch of canvas set, we were running out of the harbor. +The first lieutenant had taken the bearings +pretty accurately, and as there was a brisk evening +breeze blowing we spun along at a famous rate. By +this time it was dark, and we had every hope that +we might come upon the pirate before she had +finished transferring the cargo of her prize under +her own hatches. Not a light was shown, and as +the moon was not up we hoped to get within gunshot +before being seen, as the pirate, seeing no craft +within sight before the sun went down, would not +suspect that the <i>Alert</i> could be on his traces. We +had to sail close to the wind till we were round the +point of the island, and then to run nearly before it +towards the spot where the vessels had been seen. +In two hours from the time of starting we reckoned +that we must be getting close to them if they still +remained hove-to.</p> + +<p>"All of a sudden, some two miles ahead, a point +or two off the starboard bow, a great flame shot up. +Every moment it grew and grew until we could see +a large ship in flames, while another lay about a +quarter of a mile distant. Three or four boats were +pulling from the ship in flames towards the other, +and as this was a bark we had no doubt that we had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span> +caught the <i>Seamew</i> at her villainous work. The +pirate was lying between us and the burning merchantman, +so that while her spars stood out clear +and distinct against the glare of light we must have +been invisible to her. The word was passed quickly +forward for the men to go to quarters. Every gun +was double-shotted and run out, and then, all being +ready for the fight, the men stripped to their waists, +cutlasses and boarding-pikes ready to hand, we +waited with breathless anxiety. We were already +within range of our bow-chasers, and as yet there +was no sign that the pirate was conscious of our +presence. The boats were now near him, and no +doubt those on board were looking rather in their +direction than to windward. Rapidly the <i>Alert</i> +tore through the water, the sail trimmers were all +ready to take in her light canvas at a moment's +notice. The officers clustered on the quarter-deck, +and the men stood by their guns with every eye +strained at the pirate. Nearer and nearer we came, +and our hopes rose higher and higher. We were +within a mile now, when suddenly a great movement +was seen on board the pirate. The breeze was +steady, and the sea quiet, and loud words of command +could be heard shouted as a swarm of men ran +up the rattlins. It was clear we were seen. There +was no further need of concealment, and the captain +gave word for the bow-chasers to open. Quickly as +the pirate got her canvas spread—and I do think that +sharp as we had been on board the <i>Alert</i>, the <i>Sea<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span>mew</i> +was even quicker in getting under canvas—we +were scarce a quarter of a mile from her when she +got fairly under way. Up to this moment not a +gun had spoken save the two bow-chasers, as the +captain would not yaw her until the last moment +Then round she came and poured a broadside into +the <i>Seamew</i>. Orders had been given to fire high, +and every man was on his mettle. The maintop-mast +of the <i>Seamew</i> fell, snapped at the cap; the +peak halyards of the mizzen were shot away, and a +number of holes were drilled through her sails. A +loud cheer broke from our men. Fast as the <i>Seamew</i> +was she was sufficiently crippled now to prevent +her getting away, and at last she was to show +whether she could fight as well as run, and I must +say for her she did.</p> + +<p>"She carried but twenty guns against our thirty-two, +but they were of far heavier metal, and after +ten minutes the <i>Alert</i> was as much bruised and battered +as if she had been fighting a Frenchman of +equal size for an hour. However, we had not been +idle, and as our shot had been principally directed +against the enemy's rigging, as our great object was +to cripple her and so prevent her from getting away, +she was by this time a mere wreck above, although +her sides were scarcely touched; whereas two of our +ports had been knocked into one, and some thirty of +our men had been struck down either by shot or by +splinters. Pouring a last broadside into her, the +captain ordered the <i>Alert</i> to be brought alongside<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span> +the <i>Seamew</i>. There was no need to call upon the +boarders to be ready. Every man was prepared, +and as the vessels came alongside our men rushed to +the assault. But the crew of the <i>Seamew</i> were as +eager to board us as we were them, and upon the +very bulwarks a desperate combat ensued. Strong +as we were, the <i>Seamew</i> carried fully as many hands, +and as they were fighting with halters round their +necks it's little wonder that they fought so well.</p> + +<p>"I've been in a good many fights, but never did +I see one like that. Each man hacked, and hewed, +and wielded his boarding-pike as if the whole fight +depended upon his single exertions. Gradually the +men whose places were at the guns on the starboard +side left their places and joined in the fight, while +those on the port side continued to pour a fire of +grape into the enemy. It was near half an hour +before we got a fair footing on the pirate's deck, and +then steadily and gradually we fought our way forward. +But it was another half-hour after the +pirate captain and all his officers had been killed, and +fully half the crew cut down, that the rest surrendered.</p> + +<p>"On board the <i>Alert</i> we had fully one-third of +our complement killed or wounded. Mr. Jones had +been shot through the head; the second and third +lieutenants were both badly wounded, and the captain +himself had had his jaw broken by a pistol fired +in his face. I got this scar on my cheek, which +spoiled my beauty for the rest of my life, but as I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span> +had been over thirty years married to the old woman +that made but little difference. Never were a crew +more glorious than we were that night. Even the +wounded felt that the victory had been cheaply purchased. +We had captured the scourge of these seas, +which had for ten years laughed at all the fastest +cruisers of our navy, and we felt as proud as if we +had captured a French first-rate.</p> + +<p>"All hands were at work next day in repairing +damages. I was up aloft seeing to the fitting of fresh +gear to the topgallant-mast when I saw something +floating at sea which took my attention. It seemed +to me like a box, and an empty one, for it floated +high on the water. Its lid seemed to be open, and I +thought once or twice that I saw something inside. +I slid down to the quarter-deck and reported what I +had seen. The third lieutenant, who was doing duty +with his arm in a sling, was not disposed to take the +men off their work to lower a boat; but as I pointed +out that the box might have belonged to the merchantman +which had been burned overnight, and +that it might afford some clew as to the name of the +ship, he consented, and with four hands I was soon +rowing towards the box.</p> + +<p>"I don't know what I had expected to see, but I +was never more surprised than when, getting there, +I found that it was a trunk, and that in it, sitting +up, was a child about eighteen months old. That +was you, Harry. In the bottom of the trunk were +a locket with a woman's likeness in it, a curious In<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span>dian +bangle, and a few other articles of jewelry. +How you got there we never knew, but the supposition +was that when the pirate was overhauling the +merchantman, and her true nature was ascertained, +some mother, knowing the fate that awaited all on +board, had put you in an open trunk, had thrown in +what ornaments she had about her, and had dropped +the trunk overboard, in hopes that it might drift +away and be picked up by some passing ship. It +was a wild venture, with a thousand to one against +its success, but the Lord had watched over it, and +there you were as snug and comfortable as if you +had been laying in your own cot, though, by the +way, you were squalling as loud as a litter of kittens, +and I expect had missed your breakfast considerably. +You were sitting up, and it was lucky that you were +backward of your age, for, although by your size +we guessed you to be eighteen months, you were still +unable to walk. If you had been as active as some +chaps of that age you would have scrambled onto +your feet, and no doubt capsized your boat.</p> + +<p>"Well, we brought you on board, and there was +a great talk as to what was to be done with you; but +as I was your discoverer I claimed you as a lawful +prize, and I thought you would amuse the old +woman while I was at sea, and perhaps be a comfort +to me when I got laid up in ordinary, as indeed you +have been. So that's all I know, Harry. Every +inquiry was made, but we never heard of any ship +which exactly answered to the description. You<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span> +see, beyond the fact that she was a square-rigged +ship we could say but little about her. The ornaments +found in the box seemed to show that she had +come from the East Indies, but of course that could +not be, for what would she be doing there? But at +any rate the person who put you into the trunk, and +who was no doubt your mother, had been to the East +Indies, or at least had been given those ornaments +by someone who had, for there was no doubt where +they were turned out.</p> + +<p>"Well, on board the <i>Alert</i> everyone got promoted. +There was enough valuable property found on board +the <i>Seamew</i> to give us a handsome sum all round, +and it was my share of the prize-money that enabled +me to buy this little cottage, and went no small way +towards paying for your schooling and board. As +no one else claimed you, and your friends could not +be heard of, no one disputed my right to your guardianship; +and so, my boy, here you have been cruising +about the world as Harry Langley ever since."</p> + +<p>The old sailor was silent, and Harry was some +time before he spoke.</p> + +<p>"Well, dad, you may not have been my real +father, but no one could have been a better father to +me than you have, and as it isn't likely now that I +shall ever hit upon a clew which could lead me to +discover who I am, I shall continue to regard you as +my real father. Still, as you say, it may perhaps in +life be some advantage to me to be able to claim that +I am the son of a marquis;" and he laughed merrily.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span> +They talked the matter over for some time, and then +Harry changed the subject.</p> + +<p>"Are all our friends well?" Harry asked.</p> + +<p>"All except poor Tom Hardy. He slipped his +cable six months since, and his wife, poor old soul, +is gone to some friends near Winchester."</p> + +<p>"Who's living in the cottage?"</p> + +<p>"Black Jack has taken it."</p> + +<p>"What! has he moved from his old place, then?"</p> + +<p>"No, it is said that he's taken it for a Frenchy, +who comes down off and on. They say he's in the +smuggling business with Black Jack, and that he +disposes of the silks and wines that are brought over +in the <i>Lucy</i>, and that Jack trades over in France +with his friends. The lieutenant at the coast-guard +station has his eye upon him, and I believe that some +day they will catch Black Jack as he runs his cargo; +but he's a slippery customer. It would be a good day +for Hayling if they could do so, for he and his crew +do a lot of harm to the place. They look more like +men who have belonged to the <i>Seamew</i> I was talking +to you about than honest English fishermen."</p> + +<p>"It is a curious thing, dad, that the Frenchman +should be coming backwards and forwards here, +and I wonder that the revenue people don't inquire +into it."</p> + +<p>"I don't suppose that they know very much about +it, Harry. He comes off and on, generally arriving +at night, and leaving a few hours afterwards. I hear +about these things because everyone knows that old<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span> +Peter Langley is not the chap to put his nose into +other people's business. I don't like these goings +on, I must say, and consider they will end badly. +However, it is no business of ours, lad. We get our +brandy cheap in Hayling—nowhere cheaper, I +should say—and that, after all, is the matter that +concerns us most. The wind's rising fast; I think +we're in for a gale."</p> + +<p>It was as Peter said. The clouds were rising fast +behind the island, the waves were breaking with a +short, sharp sound upon the beach, white heads were +beginning to show themselves out at sea, the fishing +craft were running in towards Portsmouth under +reefed sails, the men-of-war at Spithead could be +seen sending down their topmasts, and everything +betokened that it would be a nasty night.</p> + +<p>"What time must you leave, Harry?"</p> + +<p>"I shall go off at three to-morrow morning; shall +cross the ferry, and catch the coach as it goes along +at eight. I promised that I would be back on the +following morning, and I would not fail in keeping +my appointment, for as the captain has been so good +I should be sorry that he should think that I had +broken my word."</p> + +<p>In the course of the day Harry went over to the +village and saw many of his boy friends. Bill +Simpkins, however, his great chum, happened to be +away, but his parents said that he would be back at +nine in the evening. He had gone over to Winchester +to see a brother who was in a regiment quar<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span>tered +there. Accordingly, soon after nine o'clock +Harry said to his father that he would just walk +over to have a chat with his friend, and be back in +an hour or so.</p> + +<p>"Thou had best stop at home and go to bed at +once," Jane Langley said; "if thou hast to start at +three o'clock, it were time thou wert in bed now."</p> + +<p>"I am accustomed to short nights," Harry said, +laughing, "and I shall be able to sleep long to-morrow."</p> + +<p>Putting on his hat, he nodded to the old couple, +and went off at a run into the darkness.</p> + +<p>The road was a wide one, and but little frequented, +and the grass grew thick over a considerable +portion of the sides, therefore as he ran along with +a light, springy tread the sound of his footsteps was +deadened. As he came along by the cottage of +which he had been speaking to Peter Langley he +heard the sound of voices within. Being curious to +see what this mysterious Frenchman was like, Harry +paused, lightly lifted the latch of the gate, and entered +the little garden. He had intended to peep in +at the window, and having satisfied his curiosity to +be off; but just as he reached the door the latter +opened suddenly, and Harry had only time to draw +back behind the little porch before two men came +out. In one Harry recognized by his voice the +smuggler Black Jack; the other was by his halting +English evidently the foreigner. They stopped for +a moment, looking out into the night.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I tell you," the smuggler said, "it's going to be +a storm, and no mistake. The <i>Lucy</i> is a tight craft, +and has weathered gales when many a bigger ship +has gone down. Still, I don't like running out into +it without necessity."</p> + +<p>"Necezity," said the Frenchman. "I sould have +sought zat ze earning of five hundred pounds was as +urgent a necezity as was wanted."</p> + +<p>"Aye, the money will be handy enough," the +smuggler said, "though one does put one's head +into the noose to earn it. However, the sum is +bigger than usual, and, as you say, the affair is important."</p> + +<p>"Bah!" the Frenchman said, "what does it matter +about ze nooze? It hasn't got over your zick +neck or my zin one, and till it does we needn't trouble +about it. I tell you zis is ze most important dispatch +we have ever sent, and if it gets safe to hand +zey cannot grudge us double pay. I have ridden +from London wizout stopping, and have killed a +horse worth fifty of your guineas. However, zat +matters not. Zis letter should fetch us ze money to +pay for a dozen horses and a dozen of your <i>Lucys</i>."</p> + +<p>"All right!" the smuggler said; "in an hour we +will be off. Letters like that in your pocket are best +not kept on hand. You are sure that the <i>Chasse +Marée</i> will put out to meet us in such weather as we +are likely to have?"</p> + +<p>"She will put out if a hurricane's blowing," the +Frenchman said. "Zey know ze importance of ze<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span> +news, which is expected, and which I am bringing +zem. <i>Mon Dieu!</i> what sums have been paid to get +ze news zat's in zis little dispatch!"</p> + +<p>"Do you know what it is?" the smuggler said.</p> + +<p>"Not for certain," the Frenchman replied, "but +I believe it is ze orders zat are to be sent to ze +British fleet, and zat zey are about to strike a great +blow zomewhere."</p> + +<p>"Well," the smuggler said, "I will go round and +tell the boys. I warned them to be in readiness, and +I will send them straight down to the beach. In a +quarter of an hour I will return for you."</p> + +<p>While this conversation had been going on Harry +had been standing against the porch, the sides of +which were filled with latticework over which a +creeper grew. He had been frightened at the importance +of the secret that he was hearing, and had +been rapidly meditating in his mind how this all-portant +information which was about to be conveyed +to the enemy could be stopped. He had made up +his mind that the instant the smuggler moved out +he would make his way down to the village, tell the +tale to half a dozen men, and have the Frenchman +seized. He saw at once that it would be difficult, +for the smuggler and his gang were not men to be +attacked with impunity, and the fishers of the village +would hesitate in taking part in such a struggle +merely on the information of a boy. However, +Harry saw that it was the only chance.</p> + +<p>In his anxiety to stand close to the lattice and so<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span> +hide himself from the view of the two men who were +standing on the little garden-path in front, he +pressed too hard against it. The woodwork was +rotten with age, and suddenly with a crash it gave +way.</p> + +<p>With an oath the smuggler turned round, and he +and the Frenchman dashed to the spot, and in an +instant had collared the lad. In a moment he was +dragged into the room.</p> + +<p>"We must cut his throat, mounseer," the smuggler +said, with a terrible imprecation. "The scoundrel +has heard what we've said, and our lives won't +be worth a minute's purchase if he were to be let free. +Stand by and I'll knock out his brains;" and he +seized a heavy poker from the side of the hearth.</p> + +<p>"No, no," the Frenchman said, "don't let us have +blood. Zere might be inquiries, and zese sings will +sometimes be found. Better take him to sea wis +you in ze <i>Lucy</i>, and hand him over to ze <i>Chasse +Marée</i>. Zey will take care zat he does not come +back again."</p> + +<p>"I will take care myself," the smuggler said. +"I'm not going to risk my neck on the chance of his +blabbing. It's better, as you say, to have no blood, +but as soon as the <i>Lucy's</i> at sea overboard he goes."</p> + +<p>"We can talk of it," the Frenchman said. "I'm +wis you zat he must be silenced, but it may be better—my +plan zan yours. Zis boy belongs, I suppose, +to ze village?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," the smuggler said, "I know him by sight.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span> +He's the son of an old man-of-war's man who lives +half a mile away."</p> + +<p>"Well, you see, some of your men might some +day, if they quarreled wis you, or in zeir drink, drop +some words which might lead to inquiries. Better +put him on board ze <i>Chasse Marée</i>. I will see ze +matter is settled."</p> + +<p>Harry had spoken no word from the time he was +grasped. He felt in an instant that his life was forfeited, +and was surprised that he had not been instantly +killed. He had not raised his voice to hallo, +for he knew that no cottagers were near, and was +sure that an attempt to give the alarm would insure +his instant death. To struggle would have been +useless. He was unarmed, and although a stout lad, +was but a child in the grasp of a powerful man like +the smuggler. He saw, too, that on the instant the +Frenchman had drawn a dagger from his breast, and +though more quiet than the smuggler he felt by the +tone of his voice that he was as determined as his +colleague that his silence should be secured by death.</p> + +<p>In another minute he was bound and thrown into +a corner. The Frenchman then took his seat near +him, assuring him in a low tone that he would at his +first movement plant his dagger in his heart. The +smuggler strolled off to summon his crew, and for a +quarter of an hour silence reigned in the cottage.</p> + +<p>"You are one fool," the Frenchman said at last, +as if he had been thinking the matter over—"one +meddlesome fool. Why you want to listen at<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span> +people's doors and learn zeir secrets? I don't want +to kill you, but what are we to do? You make us +kill you. You push your own head into ze trap. +Zat is ze way wis boys. Zey are forever meddling +in affairs zat concern zem not, and zen we have ze +trouble to kill zem. I would give a hundred pounds +if zis had not happened; but what can I do? It is +my life against yours, and alzough I am sorry to +have to do it—<i>parbleu!</i> my life is of much more +value zan zat of a fishing boy. Bah! you are one +meddlesome fool."</p> + +<p>So exasperated was the Frenchman at the trouble +which the prying of this lad had brought upon him +that he got up and angrily gave him a kick. A few +minutes later the smuggler returned.</p> + +<p>"The men have all gone down to the boat," he +said briefly. "Come along, mounseer. Bring that +tin case with you, and those pistols."</p> + +<p>"Zere is no fear zat I forget ze tin case," the +Frenchman said. "As to ze pistols—zey are not of +much use. However, I will take zem;" and he +thrust them into the pockets of his coat.</p> + +<p>The smuggler stooped, picked up Harry, threw +him onto a sail which he had laid on the ground, +wrapped this round him, and then cast him over his +shoulder.</p> + +<p>"I'm not likely to meet anyone on my way to the +boat," he said, "but should I do so I'm taking the +mainsail of the <i>Lucy</i> down to her."</p> + +<p>In another minute Harry heard the door slam,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span> +and then he felt himself being carried steadily along, +his weight being as nothing to the smuggler. Not +a word was spoken between the two men on their +way down to the shore. Presently Harry felt by +the deadened sound of the footsteps, and by the more +uneven motion, that he was being carried over the +sandy slopes down to the edge of the sea, and +through the canvas he could hear the loud roar of +the waves, which were now breaking violently.</p> + +<p>Presently he was flung roughly down on the +sands. A minute later he was lifted by the head and +feet, and swung into a boat. Not a word was +spoken as it was shoved off through the breakers, +and after ten minutes' hard rowing he felt a shock, +and knew that they were alongside of the <i>Lucy</i>. He +was hauled up on deck. He heard a few words of +command, and then felt the vessel was on her way. +A minute or two later the covering was unloosed. +His cords were cut, and the smuggler said to him, +"You can't get away now, and may as well make +yourself handy for the present. Give a haul on that +rope."</p> + +<p>The <i>Lucy</i> was, in fact, short-handed, two of the +six men who composed her crew being absent. +She was a lugger of some twenty-five tons' burden, +built something like an ordinary fishing-boat, but +longer and lower, and was, in fact, used for fishing +when her crew were not engaged upon other adventures. +She was a remarkably fast craft, and had +more than once showed her heels with success when<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span> +chased by the revenue cutters. She owed her immunity +from capture, however, chiefly to her appearance, +as from her size and build she generally +passed unsuspected as an innocent fisherman.</p> + +<p>The storm increased in violence, and the little +lugger, although a good sea-boat, had difficulty in +making her way almost in the teeth of the gale. She +was bound, Harry gained from a word or two +dropped by the captain, for the mouth of the Loire, +off which she was to be met by the <i>Chasse Marée</i>. +Long before morning the coast of England was out +of sight, and the lugger was struggling down Channel +bravely holding her way in the sou'westerly gale.</p> + +<p>"Will she be zere true to her time?" the Frenchman +asked the smuggler.</p> + +<p>"Aye, she will do it," Black Jack said, "if the +wind holds as at present. Two o'clock in the morning +is the time named, and if your people are as +punctual as I shall be, the five hundred pounds will +be gained. There's one thing—in such a gale as is +blowing to-day none of our cruisers who may be off +the coast are likely to trouble themselves about a +boat like ours. They may wonder what we are +doing at sea, but are scarcely likely to chase us."</p> + +<p>Once or twice in the course of the day large vessels +were seen in the distance, which Harry knew, +by the cut of their sails, to be English cruisers. All +were, however, lying-to under the smallest canvas, +and Harry knew that any assistance from them was +out of the question. Towards evening the gale<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span> +moderated, but the sea was still very high. During +the day Harry had turned over in his mind every +possible plan by which he might destroy the tin case +which contained, as he knew, such important documents. +From what he had gathered he learned that +the success of some great undertaking upon which +the British fleet were about to embark would be +marred if these papers were to find their way into +the hands of the French authorities. His own life +he regarded as absolutely forfeited, for he was sure +that no sooner was he fairly on board the French +<i>Chasse Marée</i> than he would, at the orders of the +French spy, be thrown overboard, and that his life +had been so preserved, not from any feeling of +mercy, but in order that his death might be accomplished +with less risk to those whose safety demanded +it.</p> + +<p>He was determined, if opportunity presented, +to seize the little case and to leap overboard with +it. The French spy never for one moment put it +down. It was a small tin case, with a handle at the +top, and some eight inches long by three inches wide, +and the same deep. Sometimes the Frenchman put +it in his pocket, beyond which it projected, but even +then he took the precaution always to keep his hand +upon it. During the day Harry was constantly employed +in work on board the lugger, hauling at ropes +and acting as if he were one of the regular crew. +He had shared in the meals with the men, but beyond +a curse now and then not a word had been addressed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span> +to him by any on board. The night came on; the +wind was still going down, but the sea was very +heavy. From the occasional rifts in the clouds the +stars could be seen shining brightly, and once or +twice the moon broke through and spread a light +over the angry sea. As time went on the smuggler +became anxious, and kept a keen lookout ahead.</p> + +<p>"It is past two," he exclaimed presently to the +Frenchman, "and we are nearly off the mouth of +the river. When the moon shone out just now I +thought I caught sight of a vessel coming out, and +I believe to windward an English cruiser is lying. +However, I will get ready the lanterns."</p> + +<p>The next time the moon came out a vessel was +clearly seen. The smuggler raised the lantern above +the bulwarks, held it there for half a minute, and +then lowered it. This he repeated three times. A +moment later a similar signal was made on the bows +of the vessel.</p> + +<p>"That's her," the smuggler exclaimed exultingly, +"and the five hundred pounds is as good as in my +pocket!"</p> + +<p>As he spoke a bright flash was seen to windward.</p> + +<p>"Confound it!" the smuggler said, "that cruiser +has caught sight of the Frenchman. However, we +shall be on board in plenty of time, and whether she +gets safe to shore or not matters not much to me. +I shall have done my part of the work, and you, +mounseer, will give me the order for payment on +London."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span></p> + +<p>"It's done, my friend," the Frenchman said; +"you've done your work well. Here's the order."</p> + +<p>By this time the French craft was within a distance +of a quarter of a mile, running down at a great +pace under her reefed sails.</p> + +<p>"It'll be no easy matter to get on board," the +smuggler said, "for the sea is running tremendously. +They will have to throw a rope, and you will have +to catch it, mounseer, and jump overboard. I suppose +your dispatch-box is water-tight?"</p> + +<p>"And the boy?" the Frenchman asked.</p> + +<p>"Let them throw another rope," the smuggler +said, "and you can haul him on board too. It won't +make much matter whether I slip the noose round +his body or his neck. The last will be the easiest +plan perhaps, for then, if he happens not to be alive +when you pull him out, it would be an accident; and +even if anyone chooses to peach, they can't swear +that it was purposely done."</p> + +<p>Harry was standing near, and heard the words. +He was close to the helm at the time, and watched +with intense anxiety as the <i>Chasse Marée</i> ran rapidly +down to them. It was clear that what had to be +done must be done quickly, for another flash came +up from the cruiser; and although in the din of the +wind and the toss of the waves it could not be seen +where her shot had fallen, the brightness of the flash +showed that she had come up since the last shot was +discharged. The <i>Chasse Marée</i> ran down, and as +she came her captain stood upon the bulwarks and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span> +shouted at the top of his voice "Keep her steady, +and as I run past I will throw a rope."</p> + +<p>"Throw two," Black Jack shouted. "There are +two to come on board."</p> + +<p>The course taken by the <i>Chasse Marée</i> would +bring her along at a distance of some ten yards from +the side of the lugger. At the moment a squall +came, and the lugger's head turned a little towards +the approaching craft. When she was just upon +them Harry saw that his one chance of escape had +come. With a sudden rush he knocked the man at +the helm from his footing, and put the tiller up hard. +The lugger paid off instantly. Black Jack, with an +oath, turned round and sprang at Harry. The lad +leaped beneath his uplifted hand, sprang at the +Frenchman, who was standing with his back to him, +and snatching the tin box from his hand leaped overboard.</p> + +<p>Momentary as had been his hold upon the tiller it +had been sufficient. The vessel had paid off from +the wind, and before the helmsman could regain his +feet, or Black Jack could seize the tiller, she lay +across the course of the <i>Chasse Marée</i>; and in another +moment the French craft plunged down upon +her, and with a crash the <i>Lucy</i> sank under her bows, +and went down with all on board.</p> + +<p>As Harry sank beneath the waves he heard a +shout of dismay from those on board the <i>Lucy</i>. +When he came up a minute later he saw the <i>Chasse +Marée</i> plowing her way from him, but no sign of the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span> +<i>Lucy</i> was to be seen. Harry was a good swimmer, +and fortunately the dispatch-box which he grasped +was water-tight, and buttoning it within his jacket +he felt that it kept his head easily above the water. +He swam as well as he could away from the spot +where the Lucy had disappeared, for he knew that +if Black Jack or the Frenchman had escaped being +run down and should see him, his death was certain—not +indeed that his chances were in any case good, +but with the natural hopefulness of boyhood he clung +to life, and resolved to make a fight for it as long as +possible. Had it not been for the dispatch-box he +must have speedily succumbed, for in so heavy a sea +it was difficult in the extreme to swim. However, +after a short time he turned his back to the wind, and +suffered himself quietly to drift.</p> + +<p>Hour passed after hour, and at last, to his intense +delight, morning began to break. He saw on his +right the low shores of the French coast, and looking +round beheld seaward the British cruiser which +had fired at the <i>Chasse Marée</i>. She was running +quietly along the coast, and was evidently on guard +at the mouth of the river. The sea had now gone +down much, and the sun rose bright in an almost +cloudless sky.</p> + +<p>Invigorated by the sight of the vessel Harry at +once swam towards her. She was farther out by a +mile than the spot where he was swimming, and was +some two miles astern of him. She was sailing but +slowly, and he hoped that by the time she came along<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span> +he would be able to get within a distance whence he +might be seen. His fear was that she might run +back before she reached the spot where she would be +nearer to him.</p> + +<p>With all his strength he swam steadily out, keeping +his eye fixed steadily on the ship. Still she came +onward, and was within half a mile when she was +abreast of him. Then raising himself as high as he +could from the water, he shouted at the top of his +voice. Again and again he splashed with his hands +to make as much spray and commotion as possible in +order to attract attention. His heart almost stood +still with joy as he heard an answering hail, and a +moment later he saw the vessel come round into the +wind, and lay there with her sails back. Then a +boat was lowered, and five minutes later he was +hauled in, his senses almost leaving him now that +the time for exertion had passed. It was not until +he had been lifted onto the deck of the <i>Viper</i>, and +brandy had been poured down his throat, that he +was able to speak. As soon as he was sufficiently +recovered he was sent for to the captain's cabin.</p> + +<p>"And who are you, boy, and whence do you +come?" the captain asked. "Do you belong to the +<i>Chasse Marée</i>, which we chased in the night?"</p> + +<p>The officer spoke in French, supposing that Harry +had fallen overboard from that craft.</p> + +<p>"I am English, sir," Harry said, "and escaped +from a lugger which was run down by the French +craft just as you were firing at her."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I thought," exclaimed the captain, "that my +eyes had not been wrong. I was sure that I saw a +small fishing-boat close to the <i>Chasse Marée</i>. We +lost sight of her when a cloud came over the moon, +and thought we must have been mistaken. How +came you there in an English fishing-boat?"</p> + +<p>Harry modestly told the story, and produced the +dispatch-box.</p> + +<p>"This is important news indeed," the officer said, +"and your conduct has been in every way most gallant. +What is your name, lad?"</p> + +<p>"Harry Langley," he replied. "I am an apprentice +on board the Indiaman <i>Dundas Castle</i>, and was +to have sailed this week in the convoy for the West +Indies."</p> + +<p>"You will not be able to do that now," the captain +said. "This is most important. However, +the steward will take charge of you, and I will talk +to you again presently."</p> + +<p>The steward was called, and was told to put Harry +into a cot slung for him, and to give him a bowl of +warm soup; and in a few minutes the lad was asleep.</p> + +<p>The <i>Viper</i> shortly afterwards hauled her wind, +and ran down to a consort who was keeping watch +with her over the mouth of the Loire. The captain +repaired on board the other ship, whose commander +was his senior officer, and a consultation was held +between them, after which the <i>Viper</i> was again got +under sail and shaped her course for Portsmouth.</p> + +<p>The wind was fair, and the next morning the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span> +<i>Viper</i> passed through the Needles, and soon afterwards +anchored at Spithead. Here a large number +of men-of-war and frigates were at anchor, and +above two of the largest floated the flags of admirals. +The <i>Viper</i> had made her signal as she came in sight +of the fleet, and a reply was instantly run up from +the masthead of the admiral's ship, directing the captain +to come on board immediately the anchor was +dropped. The moment this was done the captain's +gig was lowered, and calling to Harry to follow him +the captain took his seat in the stern-sheets, and +rowed for the admiral's ship. Directing the lad to +remain on deck, the captain at once entered the admiral's +cabin, and a few minutes later the admiral's +orderly summoned Harry to enter.</p> + +<p>Admiral Sir Hyde Parker had evidently had a +breakfast party, for a number of naval officers, including +Admiral Nelson and most of the captains of +the men-of-war, were seated round the table. The +admiral turned to Harry.</p> + +<p>"So you are the lad who has brought this box of +dispatches?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir," Harry said modestly.</p> + +<p>"Tell us your story over again," the admiral said. +"It's a strange one."</p> + +<p>Harry again repeated the account of his adventures +from the time of leaving his father's cottage. +When he had done Admiral Nelson exclaimed:</p> + +<p>"Very well, my lad. You could not have acted +with more presence of mind had you been a captain<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span> +of the fleet. You showed great bravery and did +your duty nobly."</p> + +<p>"There wasn't much bravery, sir," Harry said +modestly, "for I knew that they were going to kill +me anyhow, so that it made no difference. But I +was determined, if possible, that the dispatches +should be destroyed."</p> + +<p>The admiral smiled. He was not accustomed to +hear his dicta even so slightly questioned by a +lad.</p> + +<p>"You are an apprentice in the merchant service, +Captain Skinner tells me," Sir Hyde Parker said, +"and have been two years at sea."</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir," Harry said.</p> + +<p>"Would you like to be on the quarter-deck of one +of his majesty's vessels, instead of that of a merchantman?"</p> + +<p>Harry's eyes glistened at the question.</p> + +<p>"I should indeed, sir," he said.</p> + +<p>"Then you shall be, my boy," the admiral answered. +"Have any of you gentlemen a vacancy +in the midshipmen's berth? If not, I'll have him +ranked as a supernumerary on board my ship."</p> + +<p>"I am short of a midshipman, Sir Hyde," one of +the captains said. "Poor little De Lisle fell overboard +the night before last as we came round from +Plymouth. He was about the size of this lad, and +I'll arrange for him to have his togs. I like his +look, and I should be glad to have him with me. I +am sure he will be a credit to the service."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span></p> + +<p>"That's settled, then," the admiral said. "You +are now, sir," he said, turning to Harry again, "an +officer in his majesty's service, and, as Captain Ball +remarks, I am sure you will do credit to the service. +A lad who does his duty when death is staring him +in the face, and without a hope that the act of devotion +will ever be known or recognized, is sure to +make a brave and worthy officer."</p> + +<p>Harry's new captain wrote a few words on a piece +of paper, and said to the admiral's servant, "Will +you tell the midshipman of my gig to come here?"</p> + +<p>A minute afterwards the midshipman entered. +The captain gave him the slip of paper and said, +"Take this young gentleman on board the ship with +you at once, and present him to Mr. Francis, and +with him give this note. He will be your shipmate +in future. See that he's made comfortable."</p> + +<p>The midshipman then beckoned to Harry to follow +him, gazing askance, and with no slight astonishment +in his face, at the appearance of his new +messmate. Harry's attire, indeed, was not in accordance +with the received ideas of that of a midshipman +freshly joining a ship. His clothes were +all so much shrunk that his ankles showed below his +trousers, and his wrists below his coat-sleeves. +Without a word the midshipman took his place in +the stern-sheets, and beckoned Harry to sit beside +him.</p> + +<p>"Where have you sprung from?" he said shortly.</p> + +<p>"I hail last from the admiral's cabin," Harry said<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span> +with a laugh. "Before that from his majesty's +ship <i>Viper</i>, and before that from the sea."</p> + +<p>"You look like the sea," said the midshipman. +"But what have you been doing? Have you served +before?"</p> + +<p>"Not in a king's ship," Harry said; "I have only +just been appointed."</p> + +<p>The midshipman was too surprised at Harry's +appearance to question him further. He felt that +there was some mystery in the affair, and that it +would be better for him to wait until he saw the footing +upon which Harry was placed. He had little +doubt from the fact of his appointment being made +under such circumstances that there must be something +at once singular and noteworthy about it.</p> + +<p>Upon reaching the ship Harry's new messmate at +once led him up to the first lieutenant, and presented +the captain's note. The lieutenant opened it and +glanced at the contents. They were brief:</p> + +<p>"Harry Langley has been appointed midshipman +on board the <i>Cæsar</i>, and has been promoted by Sir +Hyde Parker himself. He has performed a most +gallant action, and one of the greatest importance. +Make him at home at once, and let him have poor +De Lisle's kit. I will arrange about it."</p> + +<p>The senior midshipman was at once sent for by +Mr. Francis, and Harry handed over to him. The +first lieutenant intimated to him briefly the contents +of the captain's letter, telling the midshipman to +make him as comfortable as possible.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span></p> + +<p>Harry was led below to the cockpit, where his arrival +was greeted with a storm of questions, as his +appearance on the quarter-deck had naturally excited +a great deal of observation. The midshipman who +had come with him could, of course, furnish no information, +and beyond the brief fact mentioned by +the captain and repeated by the first lieutenant, his +new conductor could say no more.</p> + +<p>"Just wait," the midshipman said, "till he's got +into his new clothes and looks presentable. He's in +my charge, and I am to make him comfortable. As +he has been put on the quarter-deck by Sir Hyde +himself you may be sure he has done something out +of the way."</p> + +<p>In a few minutes Harry was rigged out in full +midshipman's dress, and being a very good-looking +and gentlemanly lad, his appearance favorably impressed +his new messmates, who had at first been disposed +to resent the intrusion among themselves of a +youngster whose appearance was at least the reverse +of reputable.</p> + +<p>"Now," said one of the passed mates, "this meeting +will resolve itself into a committee. Let everyone +who can, sit down; and let those who can't, +stand quiet. I am the president of the court. Now, +prisoner at the bar," he said, "what is your +name?"</p> + +<p>"Harry Langley."</p> + +<p>"And how came you here?"</p> + +<p>"I was brought in the captain's gig."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span></p> + +<p>"No equivocation, prisoner. I mean what +brought you onto the quarter-deck?"</p> + +<p>"I had the good luck," Harry said, "to prevent +a very important dispatch falling into the hands of +the French."</p> + +<p>"The deuce you had!" the president said; "and +how was that? That is to say," he said, "if there's +no secret about it?"</p> + +<p>"None at all," Harry said, "the matter was very +simple;" and for the second time that morning he +told the story.</p> + +<p>When he had done there was a general exclamation +of approval among those present, and the midshipmen +crowded round him, shaking his hand, patting +him on the back, and declaring that he was a +trump.</p> + +<p>"The prisoner is acquitted," the president said, +"and is received as a worthy member of this noble +body. Boy!"</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir."</p> + +<p>"Go to the purser and ask him to send in two +bottles of rum for this honorable mess to drink the +health of a new comrade."</p> + +<p>Presently the boy returned.</p> + +<p>"The purser says, sir, who is going to pay for the +rum?"</p> + +<p>There was a roar of laughter among the middies, +for the master's mate, who had acted as president, +was notoriously in the purser's books to the full +amount of his credit. However, a midshipman,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span> +who happened that morning to have received a remittance, +undertook to stand the liquor to the mess, +and Harry's health was drunk with all honors.</p> + +<p>"I suppose," one of the midshipmen said, "that +the contents of the dispatch were with reference to +the point to which we are all bound. I wonder +where it can be?"</p> + +<p>Here an animated discussion arose as to the various +points against which the attack of the fleet, now +rapidly assembling at Spithead, might be directed. +So far no whisper of its probable course had been +made public, and it was believed indeed that even the +captains of the fleet were ignorant of its object.</p> + +<p>Upon the following day Harry at once obtained +leave to go on shore for twenty-four hours. Immediately +he reached the Head he chartered a +wherry, and was on the point of sailing when he +heard a well-known voice among a group of sailors +standing near him.</p> + +<p>"I can't make head or tail of it," Peter Langley +said. "My boy left me merely to go down to the +village, and was to have returned the first thing in +the morning to join his ship in London. Well, he +never came back no more. What he did with himself, +unless he sailed in a smuggling lugger which +put out an hour or two afterwards, I can't make out. +The boy would never have shipped in that craft willingly, +and I can see no reason why he should have +gone otherwise. He didn't cross the ferry, and I +can't help suspecting there was some foul play.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span> +When Black Jack returns I will have it out of him +if I kill him for it. He has a strong party there, and +I want half a dozen good tight hands to come with +me to Hayling. He will probably be back in a +couple of days, and if we tackle him directly he +lands we may find out something about him. Who +will go with me?"</p> + +<p>Half a dozen voices exclaimed that they were +willing to assist their old mate, when suddenly Harry +stepped in among them, saying, "There's no occasion +for that. I can tell them all about him."</p> + +<p>Peter Langley stepped backwards in his astonishment, +and stared open-mouthed at Harry.</p> + +<p>"Dash my buttons!" he exclaimed; "why, if it +isn't Harry himself, and in a midshipman's rig. +What means this, my boy?"</p> + +<p>"It means, father, that I am a midshipman on +board his majesty's ship <i>Cæsar</i>."</p> + +<p>Peter stood for a moment as one stupefied with +astonishment, and then threw his tarpaulin high in +the air with a shout of delight. It fell into the +water, and the tide carried it away; Peter gave it no +further thought, but, seizing Harry's hand, wrung +it with enthusiastic delight.</p> + +<p>"This is news indeed, my boy," he said. "To +think of seeing you on the quarter-deck, and that so +soon!"</p> + +<p>It was some minutes before Harry could shake +himself free from his friends, all of whom were old +chums of the boatswain, and had known him in his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[Pg 210]</a></span> +childhood. Drawing Peter aside at last he took him +to a quiet hotel, and there, to the intense astonishment +of the veteran, he related to him the circumstances +which had led to his elevation. The old +sailor was alternately filled with wrath and admiration, +and it was only the consideration that beyond +doubt Black Jack and the Frenchman had both perished +in the <i>Lucy</i> that restrained him from instantly +rushing off to take vengeance upon them.</p> + +<p>An hour later the pair took a wherry and sailed +to Hayling, where the joy of Peter was rivaled by +that of Harry's foster-mother. That evening Peter +went out and so copiously ordered grog for all the +seafaring population in honor of the event that the +village was a scene of rejoicing and festivity such +as was unknown in its quiet annals.</p> + +<p>The next day Harry rejoined his ship, and +commenced his regular duties as a midshipman on +board.</p> + +<p>A week later the whole of the ships destined to +take part in it had arrived. The "Blue Peter" was +hoisted at the ship's head, and on a gun firing from +the admiral's ship the anchors were weighed, and +the fleet soon left Spithead behind them. It consisted +of eighteen sail of the line, with a number of +frigates and gunboats. The expedition was commanded +by Sir Hyde Parker, with Admiral Nelson +second in command. Contrary to the general expedition +they sailed eastward instead of passing +through the Solent, and, coasting along the south of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span> +England, passed through the Straits of Dover and +stood out into the North Sea.</p> + +<p>Harry had had an interview with his captain four +days after he had joined. The latter told him that +the dispatch-box which he had taken had been sent +up to London, and that its contents proved to be of +the highest importance, and that the Lords of the +Admiralty had themselves written to the admiral +expressing their extreme satisfaction at the capture, +saying that the whole of their plans would have been +disconcerted had the papers fallen into the hands of +the enemy. They were pleased to express their +strong approval of the conduct of Harry Langley, +and gave their assurance that when the time came +his claim for promotion should not be ignored.</p> + +<p>"So, my lad," the captain said, "you may be sure +that when you have passed your cadetship you will +get your epaulette without loss of time, and if you +are steady and well conducted you may look out for +a brilliant position. It is not many lads who enter +the navy under such favorable conditions. I should +advise you to study hard in order to fit yourself for +command when the time should come. From what +you tell me your education has not been neglected, +and I have no doubt you know as much as the majority +of my midshipmen as to books. But books +are not all. An officer in his majesty's service +should be a gentleman. That you are that in manner, +I am happy to see. But it is desirable also that +an officer should be able in all society to hold his own<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span> +in point of general knowledge with other gentlemen. +Midshipmen, as a class, are too much given to +shirking their studies, and to think that if an officer +can handle and fight a ship it is all that is required. +It may be all that is absolutely necessary, but you +will find that the men who have most made their +mark are all something more than rough sailors. +I need say nothing to you as to the necessity of at +all times and hazards doing your duty. That is a +lesson that you have clearly already learned."</p> + +<p>As the fleet still kept east, expectation rose +higher and higher as to the object of the expedition. +Some supposed that a dash was to be made on +Holland. Others conceived that the object of the +expedition must be one of the North German or +Russian forts, and the latter were confirmed in their +ideas when one fine morning the fleet were found +to be entering the Sound. Instead of passing +through, however, the fleet anchored here, out of +gunshot of the forts of Copenhagen; and great was +the astonishment of the officers and men alike of the +fleet when it became known that an ultimatum had +been sent on shore, and that the Danes (who had +been regarded as a neutral power) were called upon +at once to surrender their fleet to the English.</p> + +<p>Upon the face of facts known to the world at large, +this was indeed a most monstrous breach of justice +and right. The Danes had taken no part in the +great struggle which had been going on, and their +sympathies were generally supposed to be with the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span> +English rather than the French. Thus, for a fleet +to appear before the capital of Denmark, and to summon +its king to surrender his fleet, appeared a high-handed +act of brute force.</p> + +<p>In fact, however, the English government had +learned that negotiations had been proceeding between +the Danish government and the French; and +that a great scheme had been agreed upon, by which +the Danes should join the French at a given moment, +and the united fleets being augmented by ships of +other powers, a sudden attack would be made upon +England. Had this secret confederation not been +interfered with, the position of England would have +been seriously threatened. The fleet which the allies +would have been able to put onto the scene would +have greatly exceeded that which England could +have mustered to defend her coast, and although +peace nominally prevailed between England and +Denmark the English ministry considered itself +justified—and posterity has agreed in the verdict—in +taking time by the forelock, and striking a blow +before their seeming ally had time to throw off the +mask and to join in the projected attack upon them.</p> + +<p>It was the news of this secret resolve on the part +of the cabinet that, having in some way been obtained +by a heavy bribe from a subordinate in the +admiralty, was being carried over in cipher to +France in the <i>Lucy</i>, and had it reached its destination +the Danes would have been warned in time, and +the enterprise undertaken by Parker and Nelson<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span> +would have been impossible, for the forts of Copenhagen, +aided by the fleet in the harbor, were too +strong to have been attacked had they been thoroughly +prepared for the strife. As all these matters +were unknown to the officers of the fleet, great was +the astonishment when the captains of the ships +assembled in the admiral's cabin, and each received +orders as to the position which his vessel was to take +up, and the part it was to bear in the contest. This +being settled, the captains returned to their respective +ships.</p> + +<p>Several days were spent in negotiations, but as the +Danes finally refused compliance with the English +demands the long-looked-for signal was hoisted and +the fleet stood in through the Sound. It was a fine +sight as the leading squadron, consisting of twelve +line-of-battle ships and a number of frigates under +Admiral Nelson, steered on through the Sound, followed +at a short distance by Sir Hyde Parker with +the rest of the fleet. The Danish forts on the Sound +cannonaded them, but their fire was very ineffectual, +and the fleet without replying steered on until they +had attained the position intended for them. The +Danes were prepared for action. Their fleet of +thirteen men-of-war and a number of frigates, supported +by floating batteries mounting seventy heavy +guns, was moored in a line four miles long in front +of the town, and was further supported by the forts +on shore.</p> + +<p>This great force was to be engaged by the squad<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span>ron +of Admiral Nelson alone, as that of Sir Hyde +Parker remained outside menacing the formidable +Crown Batteries and preventing these from adding +their fire to that of the fleet and other shore batteries +upon Nelson's squadron.</p> + +<p>The <i>Cæsar</i>, the leading ship of the fleet, had been +directed to sail right past the line of ships and to +operate against a detached fort standing on a spit of +land on the right flank of the Danish position. This +fort mounted many guns, much superior to those of +the Cæsar in weight, but the crew were in high spirits +at the prospect of a fight, little as they understood +the cause for which they were engaged. Stripping +to the waist, they clustered round the guns, each officer +at his post, Harry, with two other midshipmen, +being upon the quarter-deck near the captain to carry +orders from him as might be required to different +parts of the ship. As the <i>Cæsar</i> passed along the +line of ships to take up her position she was saluted +by a storm of fire from the Danish vessels, to which +she made no reply. She suffered, however, but +little injury, although shot and shell whistled between +the masts and struck the water on all sides of +her, several striking the hull with a dull, crashing +sound, while her sails were pierced with holes. +Harry felt that he was rather pale, and was disgusted +with himself at the feeling of discomfort which he +experienced. But there is nothing that tries the +nerves more than standing the fire of an enemy before +it is time to set to work to reply. As soon as<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span> +orders were given for the <i>Cæsar's</i> fire to be opened, +directly the guns could be brought to bear, and the +roar of her cannon answered those of the fort, the +feeling of uneasiness on Harry's part disappeared, +and was succeeded by that of the excitement of +battle. The din was prodigious. Along the whole +line the British fleet was engaged, and the boom of +the heavy guns of the ships, forts, and batteries, and +the rattle of musketry from the tops of the +ships, kept up a deep roar like that of incessant +thunder.</p> + +<p>"The water is very shallow, sir," the first lieutenant +reported to the captain. "There are but two +fathoms under her foot. The wind, too, is dropping +so much that we have scarcely steerage-way, +and the current is sweeping us along fast."</p> + +<p>"Prepare to anchor, Mr. Francis," the captain +said.</p> + +<p>He had scarcely spoken, however, when there was +a slight shivering sensation in the ship, and it was +known by all on board that she was aground, and +that on a falling tide. While the starboard guns were +kept at work the men were called off from those of +the port side, boats were lowered and hawsers were +got out, and every effort was made to tow the ship +off the shoal. The sailors pulled hard in spite of +the storm of shot and shell which fell round them +from the fort and the nearest Danish ships. But the +<i>Cæsar</i> was fast. Calling the men on board again, +the captain requested the first lieutenant to go aloft<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[Pg 217]</a></span> +and see what was going on in other parts of the line. +He returned with the news that four or five other +ships were plainly aground, and that things appeared +to be going badly. In the meantime the <i>Cæsar</i> was +suffering heavily. The fire of the fort was well +directed, and the gunners, working their pieces under +comparative shelter, were able to pour their fire +steadily into the <i>Cæsar</i>, while a floating battery and +two frigates also kept up an incessant fire.</p> + +<p>The number of killed and wounded was already +large, but as only the guns of the starboard side +could be worked the fire was kept up with unabated +zeal, and the fort bore many signs of the accuracy of +the fire. The parapet was in many places shot away +and several of the guns put out of action. But the +<i>Cæsar</i> was clearly overmatched, and the captain +hastily wrote a note to the admiral, stating that the +ship was aground and was altogether overmatched, +and begging that another vessel might be dispatched +to his aid, if one could be spared, in order to partially +relieve her of the enemy's fire.</p> + +<p>"Here, Mr. Langley, take the gig and row off to +the flagship instantly."</p> + +<p>Harry obeyed orders. Through the storm of shot +and shell which was flying, striking up the water +in all directions, he made his way to the admirals +ship, which was lying nearly a mile away.</p> + +<p>Admiral Nelson opened the note and read it +through.</p> + +<p>"Tell Captain Ball," he said, "that I haven't a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[Pg 218]</a></span> +ship to spare. Several are aground, and all hard +pressed. He must do the best he can. Ah! you +are the lad whom I saw in Sir Hyde Parker's cabin, +are you not?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir."</p> + +<p>The Admiral nodded in token of approval, and +Harry prepared to leave. Suddenly a thought +struck him, and running into the captain's cabin he +asked the steward for a small tablecloth.</p> + +<p>"What on earth d'you want it for?" he exclaimed.</p> + +<p>"Never mind. Give it me at once."</p> + +<p>Seizing the tablecloth he ran down into the boat. +As they returned towards the <i>Cæsar</i> they could see +how hardly matters were going with her. One of +her masts was down. Her sides were battered and +torn, and several of her port-holes were knocked into +one. Still her fire continued unabated, but it was +clear that she could not much longer resist.</p> + +<p>"Do you think she must haul down her flag?" +Harry said to the coxswain of the boat.</p> + +<p>"Aye, aye, sir," the coxswain said. "Wood and +iron can't stand such a pounding as that much +longer. Most captains would have hauled down the +flag long before this, and even our skipper can't stand +out much longer. There won't be a man alive to +fight her."</p> + +<p>"Will you do as I order?" Harry said.</p> + +<p>"Aye, sir," the coxswain said in surprise, "I will +do what you like;" for the story of the conduct by<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span> +which Harry had gained his midshipman's promotion +had been repeated through the ship, and the men +were all proud of the lad who had behaved so +pluckily.</p> + +<p>"At least," Harry said, "it may do good, and it +can't do harm. Where's the boat-hook? Fasten +this tablecloth to it and pull for the fort."</p> + +<p>The coxswain gave an exclamation of surprise, +but did as Harry told him, and with the white flag +flying the boat pulled straight towards the fort. As +he was seen to do so the fire of the latter, which had +been directed towards the boat, ceased, although the +duel between the battery and the <i>Cæsar</i> continued +with unabated vigor. Harry steered direct to the +steps on the sea face and mounted to the interior of +the fort, where, on saying that he brought a message +from the captain, he was at once conducted to the +commandant.</p> + +<p>"I am come, sir," Harry said, "from the captain +to beg of you to surrender at once. Your guns have +been nobly fought, but two more ships are coming +down to engage with you, and the captain would +fain save further effusion of life. You have done all +that brave men could do, but the fight everywhere +goes against you, and further resistance is vain. In +a quarter of an hour a fire will be centered upon your +guns that will mean annihilation, and the captain +therefore begs you to spare the brave men under your +orders from further sacrifice."</p> + +<p>Taken by surprise by this sudden demand, which<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span> +was fortunately at the moment backed up by two +ships of the squadron which had hitherto taken no +part in the action being seen sailing in, the governor, +after a hasty consultation with his officers, resolved +to surrender, and two minutes afterwards the Danish +flag was hauled down in the fort and the white flag +run up. One of the Danish officers was directed to +return with Harry to the ship to notify the captain +of the surrender of the fort.</p> + +<p>The astonishment of Captain Ball at seeing the +course of his boat suddenly altered, a white flag +hoisted, and the gig proceeding direct to the fort, +had been extreme, and he could only suppose that +Harry had received some orders direct from the +admiral and that a general cessation of hostilities +was ordered. His surprise became astonishment +when he saw the Danish flag disappear and the white +flag hoisted in its place; and a shout of relief and +exultation echoed from stem to stern of the <i>Cæsar</i>, +for all had felt that the conflict was hopeless and that +in a few minutes the <i>Cæsar</i> must strike her flag. +All sorts of conjectures were rife as to the sudden +and unexpected surrender of the fort, and expectation +was at its highest when the gig was seen rowing +out again with a Danish officer by the side of the +midshipman.</p> + +<p>On reaching the ship's side Harry ascended the +ladder with the Danish officer, and advancing to +Captain Ball said:</p> + +<p>"This officer, sir, has, in compliance with the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span> +summons which I took to the commander of the fort +in your name, come off to surrender."</p> + +<p>The Danish officer advanced and handed his +sword to the captain, saying:</p> + +<p>"In the name of the commander of the fort I surrender."</p> + +<p>The captain handed him back his sword, and +ordering Harry to follow him at once entered his +cabin. His astonishment was unbounded when the +latter informed him what he had done, with many +apologies for having taken the matter into his own +hands.</p> + +<p>"I saw," he said, "that the <i>Cæsar</i> was being +knocked to pieces, and the coxswain told me that it +was impossible she could much longer resist. I +therefore thought that I could do no harm by calling +upon the governor to surrender, and that it was possible +that I might succeed, as you see that I +have."</p> + +<p>"You certainly have saved the <i>Cæsar</i>," Captain +Ball said warmly, "and we are all indeed indebted +to you. It was a piece of astounding impudence +indeed for a midshipman to convey a message with +which his captain had not charged him; but success +in the present case a thousand times condones the +offense. You have indeed done well, young sir, and +I and the ship's company are vastly indebted to you. +I will report the matter to the admiral."</p> + +<p>A hundred men speedily took their places in the +boats. Lieutenant Francis was sent ashore to take<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</a></span> +possession, and a few minutes later the British flag +was flying upon the fort.</p> + +<p>Ordering Harry to accompany him, Captain Ball +at once took his place in his gig and rowed to the +flagship. The battle was still raging, and to the +practiced eye there was no doubt that the English +fleet was suffering very severely. Captain Ball +mounted the quarter-deck, and saluting the admiral +reported that the fort with which he was engaged +had struck, but that the <i>Cæsar</i> being aground was +unable to render any assistance to the general attack.</p> + +<p>"A good many of us are aground, Ball," Admiral +Nelson said, "but I congratulate you on having +caused the fort to haul down its colors. Several of +the Danish men-of-war have struck, but we cannot +take possession, and fresh boat-loads of men came +off from shore, and their fire has reopened. Our +position is an unpleasant one. Sir Hyde Parker has +signaled to me to draw off, but so far I have paid no +attention. I fear that we shall have to haul off and +leave some four or five ships to the enemy."</p> + +<p>"The fact is," Captain Ball said, "it wasn't I who +made the fort haul down its flag, but this midshipman +of mine."</p> + +<p>"Ha!" said the admiral, glancing at Harry, who, +at Captain Ball's order, had left the boat and was +standing a short distance off. "How on earth did +he do that?"</p> + +<p>"When you told him, sir, that you could give us +no aid he took upon himself, instead of returning to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[Pg 223]</a></span> +the ship, to row straight to the fort with one of your +tablecloths fastened to the boat-hook, and summoned +the commander in my name to surrender at +once so as to save all further effusion of life, seeing +that more ships were bearing down and that he had +done all that a brave man could, and should now +think of the lives of his troops."</p> + +<p>"An impudent little rascal!" the admiral exclaimed. +"Midshipmen were impudent enough in +my days, but this boy beats everything. However, +his idea was an excellent one, and, by Jupiter! I +will adopt it myself. A man should never be above +learning, and we are in such a sore strait that one +catches at a straw."</p> + +<p>So saying, the admiral, calling to his own captain, +entered his cabin, and at once indited a letter to the +King of Denmark begging him to surrender in order +to save the blood of his subjects, expressing admiration +at the way in which they had fought, and saying +that they had done all that was possible to save +honor, and might now surrender with a full consciousness +of having done their duty. This missive +was at once dispatched to shore, and the admiral +awaited with anxiety its result.</p> + +<p>A half-hour elapsed, the firing continuing with +unabated fury.</p> + +<p>"By Jove, Ball," the admiral suddenly exclaimed, +"there's the white flag!" and a tremendous cheer +broke along the whole of the British ships as the flag +of truce waved over the principal fort of Copen<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[Pg 224]</a></span>hagen. +Instantly the fire on both sides ceased. +Boats passed between the shore and the flagship with +the proposals for surrender and conditions. Nelson +insisted that the Danish fleet should be surrendered, +in so firm and decisive a tone as to convince the king +that he had it in his power completely to destroy the +town, and had only so far desisted from motives of +humanity. At length, to the intense relief of the +admiral and his principal officers, who knew how +sore the strait was, and to the delight of the sailors, +the negotiations were completed, and the victory of +Copenhagen won.</p> + +<p>"Where's that boy?" the admiral asked.</p> + +<p>"That boy" was unfortunately no longer on the +quarter-deck. One of the last shots fired from the +Danish fleet had struck him above the knee, carrying +away his leg. He had at once been carried down to +the cockpit, and was attended to by the surgeons of +the flagship. In the excitement of an action men +take but little heed of what is happening around +them, and the fall of the young midshipman was unnoticed +by his captain. Now, however, that the +battle was over, Captain Ball looked round for his +midshipman, and was filled with sorrow upon hearing +what had happened. He hurried below to the +wounded boy, whose leg had already been amputated, +above the point at which the ball had severed +it, by the surgeon.</p> + +<p>"The white flag has been hoisted, my lad," he +said, "and Copenhagen has been captured, and to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[Pg 225]</a></span> +you more than to anyone is this great victory due. +I am sorry, indeed, that you should have been +shot."</p> + +<p>Harry smiled faintly.</p> + +<p>"It is the fortune of war, sir. My career in the +navy has not been a long one. It is but a fortnight +since I got my commission, and now I am leaving +it altogether."</p> + +<p>"Leaving the navy, perhaps," the captain said +cheerfully, "but not leaving life, I hope. I trust +there's a long one before you; but Admiral Nelson +will, I am sure, be as grieved as I am that the career +of a young officer, who promised to rise to the +highest honors of his profession and be a credit and +glory to his country, has been cut short."</p> + +<p>A short time later the admiral himself came down +and shook hands with the boy, and thanked him for +his services, and cheered him up by telling him that +he would take care that his presence of mind and +courage should be known.</p> + +<p>For some days Harry lay between life and death, +but by the time that the ship sailed into Portsmouth +harbor the doctors had considerable hope that he +would pull round. He was carried at once to the +Naval Hospital, and a few hours later Peter Langley +was by his bedside. His captain frequently came to +see him, and upon one occasion came while his +foster-father was sitting by his bedside.</p> + +<p>"Ah, Peter, is it you?" he said. "Your son told +me that you had served his majesty; but I didn't<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[Pg 226]</a></span> +recognize the name as that of my old boatswain on +board the <i>Cleopatra</i>."</p> + +<p>"I am glad to see your honor," Peter said; "but +I wish it had been on any other occasion. However, +I think that the lad will not slip his wind this time; +but he's fretting that his career on blue water is at +an end."</p> + +<p>"It is sad that it should be so," Captain Ball said; +"but there are many men who may live to a good +age and will have done less for their country than +this lad in the short time he was at sea. First, he +prevented the dispatch, which would have warned +the enemy of what was coming, from reaching them; +and, in the second place, his sharpness and readiness +saved no small portion of Admiral Nelson's fleet, +and converted what threatened to be a defeat into a +victory. You must be proud of your son, old +salt."</p> + +<p>"Has not the boy told you, sir, that he's not my +son?" the boatswain said.</p> + +<p>"No, indeed!" Captain Ball exclaimed, surprised; +"on the contrary, he spoke of you as his father."</p> + +<p>In a few words Peter Langley related the circumstances +of the finding of Harry when a baby. Captain +Ball was silent for a while, and then said, "Do +you know, Peter, that I have been greatly struck by +the resemblance of that lad to an old friend and +school-fellow of mine, a Mr. Harper? They are as +like as two peas—that is, he is exactly what my +friend was at his age. My friend never was married;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[Pg 227]</a></span> +but I remember hearing a good many years ago—I +should say some fifteen years ago, which would be +about in accordance with this lad's age—that he had +lost a sister at sea. The ship she was in was supposed +to have foundered, and was never heard of +again. She was the wife of the captain, and was +taking her first voyage with him. Of course it may +be a mere coincidence; still the likeness is so strong +that it would be worth while making some inquiries. +Have you anything by which the child can be identified?"</p> + +<p>"There are some trinkets, sir, of Indian workmanship +for the most part, and a locket. I will +bring them over to your honor to-morrow if you +will let me."</p> + +<p>"Do so," Captain Ball said; "I am going up to +London to-morrow, and shall see my friend. Don't +speak to the boy about it, for it's a thousand to one +against its being more than a coincidence. Still I +hope sincerely for his sake that it may be so."</p> + +<p>The next evening Captain Ball went up by coach +to London, and the following day called upon his +friend, who was a rich retired East-Indian director. +He told the story as Peter had told it to him.</p> + +<p>"The dates answer," he said; "and, curiously, +although the ship was lost in the West Indies, it's +likely enough that the ornaments of my poor sister +would have been Indian, as I was in the habit of +often sending her home things from Calcutta."</p> + +<p>"I have them with me," Captain Ball said, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[Pg 228]</a></span> +produced the little packet which Peter had given +him.</p> + +<p>The old gentleman glanced at the ornaments, and +then, taking the locket, pressed the spring. He gave +a cry as he saw the portrait within it, and exclaimed, +"Yes, that's the likeness of my sister as she was +when I last saw her! What an extraordinary discovery! +Where is the lad of whom you have been +speaking? for surely he is my nephew, the son of my +sister Mary and Jack Peters."</p> + +<p>Captain Ball then related the story of Harry's doings +from the time he had known him, and the old +gentleman was greatly moved at the tale of bravery. +The very next day he went down to Portsmouth +with Captain Ball, and Harry, to his astonishment, +found himself claimed as nephew by the friend of +his captain.</p> + +<p>When Harry was well enough to be moved he +went up to London with his uncle, and a fortnight +later received an official letter directing him to attend +at the Board of Admiralty.</p> + +<p>Donning his midshipman uniform he proceeded +thither in his uncle's carriage, and walked with +crutches—for his wound was not as yet sufficiently +healed to allow him to wear an artificial leg—to the +board-room. Here were assembled the first lord +and his colleagues. Admiral Nelson was also +present, and at once greeted him kindly.</p> + +<p>A seat was placed for him, and the first lord then +addressed him. "Mr. Peters, Admiral Nelson has<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[Pg 229]</a></span> +brought to our notice the clever stratagem by which, +on your own initiation and without instruction, you +obtained the surrender of the Danish fort, and saved +the <i>Cæsar</i> at a time when she was aground and altogether +overmatched. Admiral Nelson has also been +good enough to say that it was the success which +attended your action which suggested to him the +course that he took which brought the battle to a +happy termination. Thus we cannot but feel that +the victory which has been won is in no small degree +due to you. Moreover, we are mindful that it was +your bravery and quickness which prevented the +news of the intended sailing of the fleet from reaching +the Continent, in which case the attack could not +have been carried out. Under such extraordinary +and exceptional circumstances we feel that an extraordinary +and exceptional acknowledgment is due +to you. We all feel very deep regret that the loss of +your leg will render you unfit for active service at +sea, and has deprived his majesty of the loss of so +meritorious and most promising a young officer. +We are about, therefore, to take a course altogether +without precedent. You will be continued on the +full-pay list all your life, you will at once be promoted +to the rank of lieutenant, three years hence to +that of commander, and again in another three years +to the rank of post captain. The board are glad to +hear from Captain Ball that you are in good hands, +and wish you every good fortune in life."</p> + +<p>Harry was so overcome with pleasure that he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[Pg 230]</a></span> +could only stammer a word or two of thanks, and +the first lord, his colleagues, and Admiral Nelson +having warmly shaken hands with him, he was taken +back to the carriage, still in a state of bewilderment +at the honor which had been bestowed upon him.</p> + +<p>There is little more to tell. Having no other relations +his uncle adopted him as his heir, and the +only further connection that Harry had with the sea +was that when he was twenty-one he possessed the +fastest and best-equipped yacht which sailed out of +an English port. Later on he sat in Parliament, +married, and to the end of his life declared that, after +all, the luckiest point in his career was the cutting +off of his leg by the last shot fired by the Danish batteries, +for that, had this not happened, he should +never have known who he was, would never have +met the wife whom he dearly loved, and would have +passed his life as a miserable bachelor. Peter Langley, +when not at sea with Harry in his yacht, lived in +a snug cottage at Southsea, and had never reason to +the end of his life to regret the time when he sighted +the floating box from the tops of the <i>Alert</i>.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[Pg 231]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="SURLY_JOE" id="SURLY_JOE"></a>SURLY JOE.</h2> + + +<p>"You wonder why I am called Surly Joe, sir? +No, as you say, I hope I don't deserve the title now; +but I did once, and a name like that sticks to a man +for life. Well, sir, the fish are not biting at present, +and I don't mind if I tell you how I got it."</p> + +<p>The speaker was a boatman, a man some fifty +years old, broad and weather-beaten; he had but one +arm. I had been spending a month's well-earned +holiday at Scarborough, and had been making the +most of it, sailing or fishing every day. Upon my +first arrival I had gone out with the one-armed boatman, +and as he was a cheery companion, and his +boat, the <i>Grateful Mary</i>, was the best and fastest on +the strand, I had stuck to him throughout. The +boatmen at our watering-places soon learn when a +visitor fixes upon a particular boat, and cease to importune +him with offers of a sail; consequently it +became an understood thing after a day or two that +I was private property, and as soon as I was seen +making my way across the wet, soppy sand, which +is the one drawback to the pleasure of Scarborough, +a shout would at once be raised for Surly Joe. The +name seemed a singularly inappropriate one; but it<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[Pg 232]</a></span> +was not until the very day before I was returning to +town that I made any remark on the subject. By +this time we had become great allies; for what with +a bathe in the morning early, a sail before lunch, and +a fishing expedition afterwards, I had almost lived +on board the <i>Grateful Mary</i>. The day had been too +clear and bright for fishing; the curly-headed, barefooted +boy who assisted Joe had grown tired of +watching us catch nothing, and had fallen asleep in +the bow of the boat; and the motion, as the boat rose +and fell gently on the swell, was so eminently provocative +of sleep that I had nodded once or twice as +I sat with my eyes fixed on my line. Then the happy +idea had occurred to me to remark that I wondered +why my companion was called by a nickname which +seemed so singularly inappropriate. Joe's offer to +tell me how he obtained it woke me at once. I refilled +my pipe,—an invariable custom, I observe, with +smokers when they are sitting down to listen to a +story,—passed my pouch to Joe, who followed my +example; and when we had "lighted up" Joe began:</p> + +<p>"Well, sir, it's about twelve years ago. I was a +strong, active chap then—not that I aint strong now, +for I can shove a boat over the sandbar with any +man on the shore—but I aint as active as I were. I +warn't called Surly Joe then, and I had my two arms +like other men. My nickname then was Curly; +'cause, you see, my hair won't lay straight on my +head, not when it gets as wet as seaweed. I owned +my own boat, and the boys that worked with me<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[Pg 233]</a></span> +warn't strangers, like Dick there, but they were my +own flesh and blood. I was mighty proud of the +two boys: fine straight tough-built lads was they, and +as good-plucked uns as any on the shore. I had +lost their mother ten years, maybe, before that, and +I never thought of giving them another. One of +'em was about twelve, just the size of Dick there; +the other was a year older. Full of tricks and mischief +they was, but good boys, sir, and could handle +the boat nigh as well as I could. There was one +thing they couldn't do, sir—they couldn't swim. I +used to tell 'em they ought to learn; but there, you +see, I can't swim myself, and out of all the men and +boys on this shore I don't suppose one in twenty on +'em can swim. Rum, aint it, sir? All their lives +in the water or on the water, seeing all these visitors +as comes here either swimming or learning to swim, +and yet they won't try. They talks about instinks; +I don't believe in instinks, else everybody who's got +to pass his life on the water would learn to swim, +instead of being just the boys as never does learn. +That year, sir, I was doing well. There was a gentleman +and his wife and darter used to use my boat +regular; morning and afternoon they'd go out for a +sail whenever it warn't too rough for the boat to put +out. I don't think the old gentleman and lady cared +so much for it; but they was just wrapped up in the +girl, who was a pale, quiet sort o' girl, who had come +down to the sea for her health. She was wonderful +fond of the sea, and a deal o' good it did her; she<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[Pg 234]</a></span> +warn't like the same creature after she had been here +two months.</p> + +<p>"It was a roughish sort of afternoon, with squalls +from the east, but not too rough to go out: they +was to go out at four o'clock, and they came down +punctual; but the gentleman says, when he gets +down:</p> + +<p>"'We have just got a telegram, Joe, to say as a +friend is coming down by the five-o'clock train, and +we must be at the station to meet her, she being an +invalid; but I don't want Mary to lose her sail, so +will trust her with you.'</p> + +<p>"'You'll take great care of her, Joe, and bring +her back safe,' the mother says, half laughing like; +but I could see she were a little anxious about lettin' +her go alone, which had never happened before.</p> + +<p>"'I'll take care of her, ma'am,' I says; 'you may +take your oath I'll bring her back if I comes back +myself.'</p> + +<p>"'Good-by, mamma,' the girl says as she steps on +the plank; 'don't you fidget: you know you can +trust Joe; and I'll be back at half-past six to dinner.'</p> + +<p>"Well, sir, as we pushed off I felt somehow responsible +like, and although I'd told the boys before +that one reef would be enough, I made 'em put in +another before I hoisted the sail. There warn't +many boats out, for there was more sea on than most +visitors care to face; but once fairly outside we went +along through it splendid. When we got within a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[Pg 235]</a></span> +mile of Fley, I asks her if we should turn, or +go on for a bit farther.</p> + +<p>"'We shall go back as quick as we've come, shan't +we, Joe?'</p> + +<p>"'Just about the same, miss; the wind's straight +on the shore.'</p> + +<p>"'We haven't been out twenty minutes,' she +says, looking at her watch; 'I'd rather go a bit +farther.'</p> + +<p>"Well, sir, we ran till we were off the brig. The +wind was freshening, and the gusts coming down +strong; it was backing round rather to the north +too, and the sea was getting up.</p> + +<p>"'I a'most think, miss, we'd better run into +Filey,' I says; 'and you could go across by the +coach.'</p> + +<p>"'But there's no danger, is there, Joe?'</p> + +<p>"'No, miss, there aint no danger; but we shall +get a ducking before we get back; there's rain in that +squall to windward.'</p> + +<p>"'Oh, I don't care a bit for rain, Joe; and the +coach won't get in till half-past seven, and mamma +would be in a dreadful fright. Oh, I'd so much +rather go on!'</p> + +<p>"I did not say no more, but I put her about, and +in another few minutes the squall was down upon +us. The rain came against us as if it wanted to +knock holes in the boat, and the wind just howled +again. A sharper squall I don't know as ever I was +put in. It was so black you couldn't have seen two<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[Pg 236]</a></span> +boats' length. I eased off the sheet, and put the +helm up; but something went wrong, and—I don't +know rightly how it was, sir. I've thought it over +hundreds and hundreds of times, and I can't reason +it out in any sort of form. But the 'sponsibility of +that young gal weighed on me, I expect, and I must +somehow ha' lost my head—I don't know, I can't +account for it; but there it was, and in less time than +it takes me to tell you we were all in the water. +Whatever I'd ha' been before, I was cool enough +now. I threw one arm round the gal, as I felt her +going, and with the other I caught hold of the side +of the boat. We was under water for a moment, +and then I made shift to get hold of the rudder as +she floated bottom upwards. The boys had stuck to +her too, but they couldn't get hold of the keel; for +you know how deep them boats are forward, drawing +nigh a foot of water there more than they does +astern. However, after a bit, they managed to get +down to'rds the stern, and get a hand on the keel +about halfway along. They couldn't come no +nigher, because, as you know, the keel of them boats +only runs halfway along. 'Hould on, lads!' I +shouted; 'hould on for your lives! They'll have +seen us from the cliff, and 'll have a lugger out here +for us in no time.'</p> + +<p>"I said so to cheer them up; but I knew in my +heart that a lugger, to get out with that wind on, +would have to run right into t'other side o' the bay +before she could get room enough to weather the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[Pg 237]</a></span> +brig. The girl hadn't spoken a word since the +squall struck us, except that she gave a little short +cry as the boat went over; and when we came up she +got her hands on the rudder, and held on there as +well as she could with my help. The squall did not +last five minutes; and when it cleared off I could look +round and judge of our chances. They weren't +good. There was a party of people on the cliff, and +another on the brig, who were making their way out +as far as they could on the brig, for it were about +half-tide. They must have seen us go over as we +went into the squall, for as we lifted I could see over +the brig, and there was a man galloping on horseback +along the sands to'rds Filey as hard as he could +go. We were, maybe, a quarter of a mile off the +brig, and I saw that we should drift down on it before +a boat could beat out of the bay and get round +to us. The sea was breaking on it, as it always does +break if there's ever so little wind from the east, and +the spray was flying up fifty feet in places where the +waves hit the face of the rock. There aint a worse +place on all the coast than this, running as it do nigh +a mile out from the head, and bare at low water. +The waves broke over the boat heavy, and I had as +much as I could do to hold on by one hand to the +rudder, which swung backwards and forwards with +every wave. As to the boys, I knew they couldn't +hold on if they couldn't get onto the bottom of the +boat; so I shouted to 'em to try to climb up. But +they couldn't do it, sir; they'd tried already, over and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[Pg 238]</a></span> +over again. It would ha' been easy enough in calm +water; but with the boat rolling and such waves +going over her, and knocking them back again when +they'd half got up, it was too much for 'em. If I'd +ha' been free I could have got 'em up by working +round to the side opposite 'em, and given them a +hand to haul them up; but as it was, with only one +hand free, it took me all my time to hold on where I +was. The girl saw it too, for she turned her face +round to me, and spoke for the first time.</p> + +<p>"'Let me go, please,' says she, 'and help your +boys.'</p> + +<p>"'I can't do it,' said I. 'I've got to hold you till +we're both drowned together.'</p> + +<p>"I spoke short and hard, sir; for, if you'll believe +me, I was actually beginning to hate that gal. +There was my own two boys a-struggling for their +lives, and I couldn't lend a hand to help 'em, because +I was hampered by that white-faced thing. She +saw it in my face, for she gave a sort of little cry, +and said:</p> + +<p>"'Oh, do—do let me go!'</p> + +<p>"I didn't answer a word, but held on all the +harder. Presently Bill—he was my youngest boy—sang +out:</p> + +<p>"'Father, can't you get round and lend us a hand +to get up? I can't hold on much longer.'</p> + +<p>"'I can't help you, Bill,' says I. 'I've given my +promise to take this young woman back, and I must +keep my word. Her life's more precious to her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[Pg 239]</a></span> +father than yours is to me, no doubt, and she's got to +be saved.'</p> + +<p>"It was cruel of me, sir, and altogether unjust, +and I knew it was when I said it, but I couldn't help +it. I felt as if I had a devil in me. I was just mad +with sorrow and hopelessness, and yet each word +seemed to come as cold and hard from me as if it +was frozen. For a moment she didn't move, and +then, all of a sudden like, she gave a twist out of my +arms and went straight down. I grabbed at her, +and just got hold of her cloak and pulled her up +again. She never moved after that, but just lay +quiet on my arm as if she was dead. Her head was +back, half in, half out of the water; and it was only +by the tears that run down sometimes through her +eyelids, and by a little sob in her breast, that I knew +that she was sensible.</p> + +<p>"Presently Bill says, 'Good-by, father. God +bless you!' and then he let go his hold and went +down. Five minutes afterwards, maybe, though it +seemed a week to me, Jack did the same.</p> + +<p>"There we was—the girl and I—alone.</p> + +<p>"I think now, sir, looking back upon it, as I was +mad then. I felt somehow as that the gal had +drowned my two boys; and the devil kept whispering +to me to beat her white face in, and then to go +with her to the bottom. I should ha' done it too, +but my promise kept me back. I had sworn she +should get safe to shore if I could, and it seemed to +me that included the promise that I would do my<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[Pg 240]</a></span> +best for us both to get there. I was getting weak +now, and sometimes I seemed to wander, and my +thoughts got mixed up, and I talked to the boys as if +they could hear me. Once or twice my hold had +slipped, and I had hard work enough to get hold +again. I was sensible enough to know as it couldn't +last much longer, and, talking as in my sleep, I had +told the boys I would be with 'em in a minute or +two, when a sound of shouting quite close roused me +up sudden.</p> + +<p>"Then I saw we had drifted close to the brig. +Some men had climbed along, taking hold hand-in-hand +when they passed across places where the sea +was already breaking over, and bringing with them +the rope which, as I afterwards heard, the man on +horseback had brought back from Filey. It was a +brave deed on their part, sir, for the tide was rising +fast. When they saw I lifted my head and could +hear them they shouted that they would throw me +the rope, and that I must leave go of the boat, which +would have smashed us to pieces, as I knew, if she +had struck the rocks with us. Where they were +standing the rock was full six feet above the sea; +but a little farther it shelved down, and each wave +ran three feet deep across the brig. They asked me +could I swim; and when I shook my head, for I was +too far gone to speak now, one of 'em jumped in +with the end of the rope. He twisted it round the +two of us, and shouted to his friends to pull. It was +time, for we weren't much above a boat's length from<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[Pg 241]</a></span> +the brig. Three of the chaps as had the rope run +down to the low part of the rock and pulled together, +while another two kept hold of the end of the rope +and kept on the rock, so as to prevent us all being +washed across the brig together. I don't remember +much more about it. I let go the boat, sank down at +once, as if the girl and I had been lead, felt a tug of +the rope, and then, just as the water seemed choking +me, a great smash, and I remember nothing else. +When I came to my right senses again I was in a bed +at Filey. I had had a bad knock on the head, and +my right arm, which had been round the girl, was +just splintered. They took it off that night. The +first thing as they told me when I came round was +that the gal was safe. I don't know whether I was +glad or sorry to hear it. I was glad, because I had +kept my promise and brought her back alive. I was +sorry, because I hated her like pison. Why should +she have been saved when my two boys was +drowned? She was well-plucked, was that gal, for +she had never quite lost her senses; and the moment +she had got warm in bed with hot blankets, and suchlike +she wanted to get dry clothes and to go straight +on to Scarborough in a carriage. However, the +doctor would not hear of it, and she wrote a little +letter saying as she was all right; and a man galloped +off with it on horseback, and got there just as +they had got a carriage to the door to drive over to +Filey to ask if there was any news there about the +boat. They came over and slept there, and she went<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[Pg 242]</a></span> +back with them next day. I heard all this afterwards, +for I was off my head, what with the blow I +had got and one thing and another, before I had been +there an hour. And I raved and cussed at the girl, +they tell me, so that they wouldn't let her father in to +see me.</p> + +<p>"It was nigh a fortnight before I came to myself, +to find my arm gone, and then I was another month +before I was out of bed. They came over to Filey +when I was sensible, and I hear they had got the +best doctor over from Scarborough to see me, and +paid everything for me till I was well, but I wouldn't +see them when they came. I was quite as bitter +against her as I had been when I was in the sea +drowning; and I was so fierce when they talked of +coming in that the doctor told them it would make +me bad again if they came. So they went up to +London, and when I could get about they sent me a +letter, the gal herself and her father and mother, +thanking me, I suppose; but I don't know, for I just +tore 'em into pieces without reading them. Then a +lawyer of the town here came to me and said he'd +'struction to buy me a new boat, and to buy a 'nuity +for me. I told him his 'nuity couldn't bring my boys +back again, and that I warn't going to take blood-money; +and as to the boat, I'd knock a hole in her +and sink her if she came. A year after that lawyer +came to me again, and said he'd more 'structions; +and I told him though I'd only one arm left I was +man enough still to knock his head off his shoulders,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[Pg 243]</a></span> +and that I'd do it if he came to me with his 'structions +or anything else.</p> + +<p>"By this time I'd settled down to work on the +shore, and had got the name of Surly Joe. Rightly +enough, too. I had one of them planks with wheels +that people use to get in and out of the boats; and +as the boatmen on the shore was all good to me, +being sorry for my loss, and so telling my story to +people as went out with them, I got enough to live +on comfortable, only there was nothing comfortable +about me. I wouldn't speak a word, good +or bad, to a soul for days together, unless it was +to swear at anyone as tried to talk to me. I +hated everyone, and myself wuss nor all. I was +always cussing the rocks that didn't kill me, and +wondering how many years I'd got to go on at this +work before my turn came. Fortunately I'd never +cared for drink; but sometimes I'd find my thoughts +too hard for me, and I'd go and drink glass after +glass till I tumbled under the table.</p> + +<p>"At first my old mates tried to get me round, and +made offers to me to take a share in their boats, or to +make one in a fishing voyage; but I would not hear +them, and in time they dropped off one by one, and +left me to myself, and for six years there wasn't a +surlier, wuss-conditioned, lonelier chap, not in all +England, than I was. Well, sir, one day—it was just +at the beginning of the season, but was too rough a +day for sailing—I was a-sitting down on the steps of +a machine doing nothing, just wondering and won<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[Pg 244]</a></span>dering +why things was as they was, when two little +gals cum up. One was, maybe, five, and the other +a year younger. I didn't notice as they'd just cum +away from the side of a lady and gentleman. I never +did notice nothing that didn't just concern me; but I +did see that they had a nurse not far off. The biggest +girl had great big eyes, dark and soft, and she looked +up into my face, and held out a broken wooden spade +and a bit of string, and says she, 'Sailor-man, please +mend our spade.' I was struck all of a heap like; for +though I had been mighty fond of little children in +the old days, and was still always careful of lifting +them into boats, my name and my black looks had +been enough, and none of them had spoken to me +for years. I felt quite strange like when that child +spoke out to me, a'most like what I've read Robinson +Crusoe, he as was wrecked on the island, felt +when he saw the mark of a foot.</p> + +<p>"I goes to hold out my hand, and then I draws it +back, and says, gruff, 'Don't you see I aint got but +one hand? Go to your nurse.'</p> + +<p>"I expected to see her run right off; but she +didn't, but stood as quiet as may be, with her eyes +looking up into my face.</p> + +<p>"'Nurse can't mend spade; break again when +Nina digs. Nina will hold spade together, sailor-man +tie it up strong.'</p> + +<p>"I didn't answer at once; but I saw her lip quiver, +and it was plain she had been crying just before; so +I put my hand into my pocket and brings out a bit<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[Pg 245]</a></span> +of string, for the stuff she'd got in her hand was of +no account; and I says, in a strange sort of voice, as +I hardly knew as my own, 'All right, missy, I'll +tie it.'</p> + +<p>"So she held the broken pieces together, and I +ties 'em up with the aid of my hand and my teeth, +and makes a strong, ship-shape job of it. I did it sitting +on the bottom step, with a child standing on +each side watching me. When I had done it the +eldest took it, and felt it.</p> + +<p>"'That is nice and strong,' she said; 'thank you. +Annie, say thank you.'</p> + +<p>"'T'ank you,' she said; and, with a little pat on +my arm as a good-by, the little ones trotted away to +a nurse sitting some little distance off.</p> + +<p>"It may seem a little thing to you, sir, just a half-minute's +talk to a child; but it warn't a little thing +to me. It seemed regularly to upset me like; and I +sat there thinking it over and wondering what was +come over me, till an hour afterwards they went +past me with their nurse; and the little things ran +up to me and said, 'The spade's quite good now—good-by, +sailor-man!' and went on again. So I +shook it off and went to my work; for as the tide rose +the wind dropped, and a few boats went out; and +thinking what a fool I was, was gruffer and surlier +than ever.</p> + +<p>"Next morning I was lending a mate a hand +painting a boat, when I saw the two children coming +along the sand again, and I wondered to myself<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[Pg 246]</a></span> +whether they would know me again, or think any +more of me, and though I wanted them to do so I +turned my back to the way they was coming, and +went on with my painting. Somehow I felt wonderful +glad when I heard their little feet come, pattering +along the sand, and they sang out:</p> + +<p>"'Good-morning, sailor-man!'</p> + +<p>"'Good-morning!' says I, short-like, as if I didn't +want no talk; and I goes on with my work without +turning round.</p> + +<p>"Just then one of the men at the boats hails me.</p> + +<p>"'Joe, there's a party coming down.'</p> + +<p>"'I'm busy,' shouts I back; 'shove the plank out +yourself.'</p> + +<p>"The children stopped quiet by me for a minute +or two, watching me at work, and then the eldest +says:</p> + +<p>"'May we get inside the boat, Joe? we've never +been inside a boat, and we do want to so much.'</p> + +<p>"'My hand is all covered with paint,' says I, making +a fight with myself against giving in.</p> + +<p>"Then the little one said:</p> + +<p>"'Oo stoop down, Joe; sissy and me take hold +round oor neck; then oo stand up and we det in.'</p> + +<p>"Well, sir, the touch of their little arms and those +soft little faces against my cheeks as they got in +fairly knocked me over, and it was some time before +I could see what I was doing.</p> + +<p>"Once in, they never stopped talking. They +asked about everything, and I had to answer them;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[Pg 247]</a></span> +and as I got accustomed to it the words came freer, +till I was talking away with them as if I had known +'em all my life. Once I asked them didn't their papa +and mamma ever take 'em out for a sail, and they +shook their heads and said mammy hated the sea, +and said it was a cruel sea; by which I judged as she +must have lost someone dear to her by it.</p> + +<p>"Well, sir, I must cut a long story short. Those +children used to come every day down to talk with +me, and I got to look for it regular; and if it was a +wet day and they couldn't come I'd be regular put +out by it; and I got to getting apples and cakes in +my pockets for them. After a fortnight I took to +carrying them across the wet sands and putting them +on the stand as I wheeled it out and back with people +to the boats. I didn't do it till they'd asked their +mother, and brought back the message that she knew +she could trust them with me.</p> + +<p>"All this time it never once struck me as strange +that their nurse should sit with a baby-brother of +theirs at a distance, and let them play with me by +the hour together, without calling them away, for I +wondered so much at myself, and to find myself telling +stories to 'em just as I'd do with children who +came out sailing with me in the old time, and in +knowing as I was so wrapped up in 'em that I +couldn't wonder at anything else. Natural like, I +changed a good deal in other respects, and I got to +give a good-morning to mates as I had scarce spoken +with for years; and the moment the children turned<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[Pg 248]</a></span> +down onto the sands there'd be sure to be a shout of +'There's your little ladies, Joe.'</p> + +<p>"I don't know why my mates should ha' been +pleased to see me coming round, for I had made myself +onpleasant enough on the shore; but they'd made +'lowances for me, and they met me as kindly as if I'd +cum back from a vyage. They did it just quiet like, +and would just say, natural, 'Lend us a hand here, +Joe, boy,' or 'Give us a shoulder over the bank, Joe,' +and ask me what I thought o' the weather. It was +a hard day for me when, after staying nigh two +months, the little ladies came to say good-by. It +warn't as bad as might have been, though, for they +were going to stay with some friends near York, and +were to come back again in a fortnight before they +went back to London. But they kissed me, and +cried, and gave me a pipe and a lot o' 'bacca, and I +was to think of them whenever I smoked it, and they +would be sure to think of me, for they loved me very +much.</p> + +<p>"That very afternoon, sir, as I was standing by +my stage, Jim Saunders—he'd been mate with me +before I owned a boat of my own—says out loud:</p> + +<p>"'Lor', here's my party a-coming down, and I've +jammed my hand so as I can't hoist a sail. Who'll +come out and lend me a hand?'</p> + +<p>"Well, everyone says they were busy, and +couldn't come; but I believe now as the whole thing +was a got-up plan to get me afloat again; and then +Jim turns to me as if a sudden idea had struck him.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[Pg 249]</a></span></p> + +<p>"'Come, Joe, lend us a hand for the sake o' old +times; come along, old chap.'</p> + +<p>"I was taken aback like, and could only say something +about my stage; but half a dozen chaps volunteers +to look after my stage, and afore I scarce knew +what I was after I was bundled aboard the boat; and +as the party got in I'm blest if I don't think as every +chap on the shore runs in to help shove her off, and +a score of hands was held out just to give me a shake +as we started.</p> + +<p>"I don't think I was much good on that vyage, +for I went and sat up in the bow, with my back to +the others, and my eyes fixed far ahead.</p> + +<p>"I needn't tell you, sir, when I'd once broken the +ice I went regular to the sea again, and handed my +stage over to a poor fellow who had lost his craft +and a leg the winter before.</p> + +<p>"One day when I came in from a sail I saw two +little figures upon the sands, and it needed no word +from anyone to tell me my little ladies had come +back. They jumped and clapped their hands when +they saw me, and would have run across the water +to meet me hadn't I shouted to them to wait just a +minute till I should be with them.</p> + +<p>"'We've been waiting a long time, Joe. Where +have you been?'</p> + +<p>"'I've been out sailing, missy.'</p> + +<p>"'Joe, don't you know it's wicked to tell stories? +You told us you should never go on sea any +more.'<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[Pg 250]</a></span></p> + +<p>"'No more I didn't think I should, missy; and I +don't suppose I ever should if I hadn't met you, +though you won't understand that. However, I've +give up the stage, and have taken to the sea again.'</p> + +<p>"'I'm glad of that, Joe,' the eldest said, 'and +mamma will be glad too.'</p> + +<p>"'Why should mamma be glad, little one?' I +asked.</p> + +<p>"'Mamma will be glad,' she said positively. 'I +know she will be glad when I tells her.'</p> + +<p>"We'd sat down by this time, and I began to talk +to them about their mamma. Mamma very good, +very kind, very pretty, they both agreed; and then +they went on telling me about their home in London, +and their carriage and amusements. Presently they +stopped, and I could see the eldest wanted to say +something particular, for she puckered up her forehead +as she always did when she was very serious; +and then she said, with her hands folded before her, +almost as if she was saying a lesson:</p> + +<p>"'Mamma very happy woman. She's got two +little girls and baby-brother, and papa love her so +much; but there's one thing keeps her from being +quite happy.'</p> + +<p>"'Is there, missy?' I asked. 'She ought to be +happy with all these things. What is it?'</p> + +<p>"'Mamma once had someone do a great thing for +her. If it hadn't been for him Nina and sissy and +little baby-brother could never have been born, and +papa would never have had dear mamma to love;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[Pg 251]</a></span> +but it cost the man who did it a great deal—all he +cared for; and now he won't let mamma and papa +and us love him and help him; and it makes mamma +unhappy when she thinks of it.'</p> + +<p>"Here she had evidently finished what she had +heard her mamma say, for her forehead got smooth +again, and she began to fill my pockets with sand.</p> + +<p>"'It don't sound likely, missy, that doesn't,' I +says. 'It don't stand to reason nohow. You can't +have understood what mamma said.'</p> + +<p>"'Mamma said it over and over again, lots of +time,' Nina said. 'Nina quite sure she said right.'</p> + +<p>"We didn't say no more about it then, though +after the children had gone I wondered to myself +how a chap could go on so foolish as that. Well, sir, +three days after come round from Whitby this very +boat, the <i>Grateful Mary</i>. She was sent care of Joe +Denton; and as that was me, I had her hauled up on +the beach till I should hear whose she was. Several +visitors that had been out with me had said, promiscuous +like, that they should like to have a boat of +their own, and I supposed they had bought her at +Whitby and sent her down, though why they should +have sent her to my care I couldn't quite see.</p> + +<p>"Two days afterwards them children come down, +and says:</p> + +<p>"'We want you to go through the town to the +other cliff with us, Joe.'</p> + +<p>"'I can't,' says I. 'I'm all right talking to you +here, missies; but I shouldn't be a credit to you in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[Pg 252]</a></span> +the town, and your pa wouldn't be best pleased if he +was to see you walking about in the streets with a +boatman.'</p> + +<p>"'Papa said we might ask you, Joe.'</p> + +<p>"I shook my head, and the little ladies ran off to +their nurse, who come back with them and says:</p> + +<p>"'Master told me to say he should be pertickler +glad if you would go with the young ladies.'</p> + +<p>"'Oh, very well,' I says; 'if their pa don't object, +and they wishes it, I'd go with 'em anywheres. You +wait here a quarter of an hour, while I goes and +cleans myself, and I'll go with you.'</p> + +<p>"When I comes back the youngest takes my hand, +and the oldest holds by my jacket, and we goes up +into High Street, and across to the other cliff. We +goes along till we comes to a pretty little cottage +looking over the sea. There was a garden in front, +new planted with flowers.</p> + +<p>"'Are you sure you are going right?' says I, +when they turned in.</p> + +<p>"They nodded, and ran up to the door and turned +the handle.</p> + +<p>"'Come in, Joe,' they said; and they dragged me +into a parlor, where a lady and gentleman was sitting.</p> + +<p>"The gentleman got up.</p> + +<p>"'My little girls have spoken so much to me +about you, Joe, that I feel that we know each other +already.'</p> + +<p>"'Yes, sir, surely,' says I.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[Pg 253]</a></span></p> + +<p>"'Well, Joe, do you know that I owe you a great +deal as to these little girls?'</p> + +<p>"'Bless you, sir, it's I as owe a great deal to the +little missies; they have made a changed man of me, +they have; you ask anyone on the shore.'</p> + +<p>"'I hope they have, Joe; for had they not got +round your heart, and led you to your better self, I +could never have done what I have done, for you +would have rendered it useless.'</p> + +<p>"I didn't say nothing, sir, for I could make neither +head nor tail of what he was saying, and, I dessay, +looked as surprised as might be. Then he takes a +step forward, and he puts a hand on my shoulder, +and says he:</p> + +<p>"'Joe, have you never guessed who these little +girls were?'</p> + +<p>"I looked first at the children, and then at him, +and then at the lady, who had a veil down, but was +wiping her eyes underneath it. I was downright +flummuxed.</p> + +<p>"'I see you haven't,' the gentleman went on. +'Well, Joe, it is time you should know now. I owe +to you all that is dear to me in this world, and our +one unhappiness has been that you would not hear +us, that you had lost everything and would not let us +do anything to lighten your blow.'</p> + +<p>"Still, sir, I couldn't make out what he meant, +and began to think that I was mad, or that he was. +Then the lady stood up and threw back her veil, and +come up in front of me with the tears a-running<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[Pg 254]</a></span> +down her face; and I fell back a step, and sits down +suddenly in a chair, for, sure enough, it was that gal. +Different to what I had seen her last, healthy-looking +and well—older, in course; a woman now, and the +mother of my little ladies.</p> + +<p>"She stood before me, sir, with her hands out before +her, pleading like.</p> + +<p>"'Don't hate me any more, Joe. Let my children +stand between us. I know what you have suffered, +and, in all my happiness, the thought of your +loneliness has been a trouble, as my husband will tell +you. I so often thought of you—a broken, lonely +man. I have talked to the children of you till they +loved the man that saved their mother's life. I cannot +give you what you have lost, Joe—no one can do +that; but you may make us happy in making you +comfortable. At least, if you cannot help hating +me, let the love I know you bear my children weigh +with you.'</p> + +<p>"As she spoke the children were hanging on me; +and when she stopped the little one said:</p> + +<p>"'Oh, Joe, oo must be dood; oo mustn't hate +mamma, and make her cry!'</p> + +<p>"Well, sir, I know as I need tell you more about +it. You can imagine how I quite broke down, like +a great baby, and called myself every kind of name, +saying only that I thought, and I a'most think so +now, that I had been somehow mad from the moment +the squall struck the <i>Kate</i> till the time I first +met the little girls.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[Pg 255]</a></span></p> + +<p>"When I thought o' that, and how I'd cut that +poor gal to her drowning heart with my words, I +could ha' knelt to her if she'd ha' let me. At last, +when I was quiet, she explained that this cottage and +its furniture and the <i>Grateful Mary</i> was all for me; +and we'd a great fight over it, and I only gave in +when at last she says that if I didn't do as she wanted +she'd never come down to Scarborough with the +little ladies no more; but that if I 'greed they'd come +down regular every year, and that the little girls +should go out sailing with me regular in the <i>Grateful +Mary</i>.</p> + +<p>"Well, sir, there was no arguing against that, +was there? So here I am; and next week I expect +Miss Mary that was, with her husband, who's a Parliament +man, as she was engaged to be married to +at the time of the upset, and my little ladies, who is +getting quite big girls too. And if you hadn't been +going away I'd ha' sailed round the castle tower, +and I'd ha' pointed out the cottage to you. Yes, +sir, I see what you are going to ask. I found it +lonely there; and I found the widow of a old mate of +mine who seemed to think as how she could make +me comfortable; and comfortable I am, sir—no +words could say how comfortable I am; and do you +know, sir, I'm blest if there aint a Joe up there at +this identical time, only he's a very little one, and +has got both arms. So you see, sir, I have got about +as little right as has any chap in this mortial world +to the name of Surly Joe."</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[Pg 256]</a></span></p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[Pg 257]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="A_FISH-WIFES_DREAM" id="A_FISH-WIFES_DREAM"></a>A FISH-WIFE'S DREAM.</h2> + + +<p>Falmouth is not a fashionable watering-place. +Capitalists and speculative builders have somehow +left it alone, and, except for its great hotel, standing +in a position, as far as I know, unrivaled, there have +been comparatively few additions to it in the last +quarter of a century. Were I a yachtsman I should +make Falmouth my headquarters: blow high, blow +low, there are shelter and plenty of sailing room, +while in fine weather there is a glorious coast along +which to cruise—something very different from the +flat shores from Southampton to Brighton. It is +some six years since that I was lying in the harbor, +having sailed round in a friend's yacht from Cowes. +Upon the day after we had come in my friend went +into Truro, and I landed, strolled up, and sat down +on a bench high on the seaward face of the hill that +shelters the inner harbor.</p> + +<p>An old coastguardsman came along. I offered +him tobacco, and in five minutes we were in full talk.</p> + +<p>"I suppose those are the pilchard boats far out +there?"</p> + +<p>"Aye, that's the pilchard fleet."</p> + +<p>"Do they do well generally?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[Pg 258]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Sometimes they do, sometimes they don't; it's +an uncertain fish the pilchard, and it's a rough life is +fishing on this coast. There aint a good harbor not +this side of the Lizard; and if they're caught in a +gale from the southeast it goes hard with them. +With a southwester they can run back here."</p> + +<p>"Were you ever a fisherman yourself?"</p> + +<p>"Aye, I began life at it; I went a-fishing as a boy +well-nigh fifty year back, but I got a sickener of it, +and tramped to Plymouth and shipped in a frigate +there, and served all my time in queen's ships."</p> + +<p>"Did you get sick of fishing because of the hardships +of the life, or from any particular circumstance?"</p> + +<p>"I got wrecked on the Scillys. There was fifty +boats lost that night, and scarce a hand was saved. +I shouldn't have been saved myself if it had not been +for a dream of mother's."</p> + +<p>"That's curious," I said. "Would you mind +telling me about it?"</p> + +<p>The old sailor did not speak for a minute or two; +and then, after a sharp puff at his pipe, he told me +the following story, of which I have but slightly +altered the wording:</p> + +<p>I lived with mother at Tregannock. It's a bit of +a village now, as it was then. My father had been +washed overboard and drowned two years before. I +was his only son. The boat I sailed in was mother's, +and four men and myself worked her in shares. I +was twenty-one, or maybe twenty-two, years old<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[Pg 259]</a></span> +then. It was one day early in October. We had +had a bad season, and times were hard. We'd +agreed to start at eight o'clock in the morning. I +was up at five, and went down to the boats to see as +everything was ready. When I got back mother +had made breakfast; and when we sat down I saw +that the old woman had been crying, and looked +altogether queer like.</p> + +<p>"My boy," says she, "I want you not to go out this trip."</p> + +<p>"Not go out!" said I; "not go out, mother! +Why? What's happened? Your share and mine +didn't come to three pounds last month, and it would +be a talk if I didn't go out in the <i>Jane</i>. Why, what +is it?"</p> + +<p>"My boy," says she, "I've had a dream as how +you was drowned."</p> + +<p>"Drowned!" said I; "I'm not going to be +drowned, mother."</p> + +<p>But what she said made me feel creepy like, for us +Cornishmen goes a good deal on dreams and tokens; +and sure enough mother had dreamed father was +going to be drowned before he started on that last +trip of his.</p> + +<p>"That's not all, Will," she said. "I dreamed of +you in bed, and a chap was leaning over you cutting +your throat."</p> + +<p>I didn't care much for going on with my breakfast +after that; but in a minute or two I plucks up +and says:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[Pg 260]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Well, mother, you're wrong, anyhow; for +if I be drowned no one has no call to cut my +throat."</p> + +<p>"I didn't see you downright drowned in my +dream," she said. "You was in the sea—a terribly +rough sea—at night, and the waves were breaking +down on you."</p> + +<p>"I can't help going, mother," I says, after a bit. +"It's a fine day, and it's our boat. All the lads and +girls in the village would laugh at me if I stayed at +home."</p> + +<p>"That's just what your father said; and he went +to his death."</p> + +<p>And my mother, as she says this, puts her apron +over her head and began to cry again. I'd more +than half a mind to give way; but you know what +young chaps are. The thought of what the girls of +the place would say about my being afraid to go was +too much for me.</p> + +<p>At last, when mother saw I was bent on going, +she got up and said:</p> + +<p>"Well, Will, if my prayers can't keep you back, +will you do something else I ask you?"</p> + +<p>"I will, mother," said I—"anything but stay +back."</p> + +<p>She went off without a word into her bedroom, +and she came back with something in her arms.</p> + +<p>"Look here, Will, I made this for your father, +and he wouldn't have it; now I ask you to take it, +and put it on if a storm comes on. You see, you<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[Pg 261]</a></span> +can put it on under your dreadnaught coat, and no +one will be any the wiser."</p> + +<p>The thing she brought in was two flat Dutch +spirit-bottles, sewn between two pieces of canvas. +It had got strings sewed on for tying round the body, +and put on as she did to show me how, one bottle +each side of the chest, it lay pretty flat.</p> + +<p>"Now, Will, these bottles will keep you up for +hours. A gentleman who was staying in the village +before you was born was talking about wrecks, and +he said that a couple of empty bottles, well corked, +would keep up a fair swimmer for hours. So I +made it; but no words could get your father to try +it, though he was willing enough to say that it would +probably keep him afloat. You'll try it, won't you, +Will?"</p> + +<p>I didn't much like taking it, but I thought there +wasn't much chance of a storm, and that if I put it +under my coat and hid it away down in the forecastle, +no one would see it; and so to please her I +said I'd take it, and that if a bad storm came on I +would slip it on.</p> + +<p>"I will put a wineglass of brandy into one of the +bottles," mother said. "It may be useful to you; +who can say?"</p> + +<p>I got the life-preserver, as you call it nowadays, +on board without its being seen, and stowed it away +in my locker. I felt glad now I'd got it, for mother's +dream had made me feel uneasy; and on my way +down old Dick Tremaine said to me:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[Pg 262]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I don't like the look of the sky, lad."</p> + +<p>"No!" says I; "why, it looks fine enough."</p> + +<p>"Too fine, lad. I tell ye, boy, I don't like the look +of it. I think we're going to have a bad blow."</p> + +<p>I told the others what he had said; but they didn't +heed much. Two boats had come in that morning +with a fine catch, and after the bad time we'd been +having it would have taken a lot to keep them in +after that.</p> + +<p>We thought no more about it after we had once +started. The wind was light and puffy; but we had +great luck, and were too busy to watch the weather. +What wind there was, was northerly; but towards +sunset it dropped suddenly, and as the sails flapped +we looked round at the sky.</p> + +<p>"I fear old Dick was right, lads," Jabez Harper, +who was skipper, said, "and I wish we had taken +more heed to his words. That's about as wild a +sunset as may be; and look how that drift is nearing +our boat."</p> + +<p>Even I, who was the youngest of them, was old +enough to read the signs of a storm—the heavy bank +of dark clouds, the pale-yellow broken light, the +horse-tails high up in the sky, and the small broken +irregular masses of cloud that hurried across them. +Instinctively we looked round towards the coast. +It was fully fifteen miles away, and we were to the +east of it. The great change in the appearance of +the sky had taken place in the last half-hour; previous +to that time there had been nothing which<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[Pg 263]</a></span> +would have struck any but a man grown old upon +the coast like Dick Tremaine.</p> + +<p>"Reef the mainsail," Jabez said, "and the foresail +too; take in the mizzen. Like enough it will +come with a squall, and we'd best be as snug as may +be. What do you say? shall we throw over some +of the fish?"</p> + +<p>It was a hard thing to agree to; but every minute +the sky was changing. The scud was flying thicker +and faster overhead, and the land was lost in a black +cloud that seemed to touch the water.</p> + +<p>"We needn't throw 'em all out," Jabez said; "if +we get rid of half she'll be about in her best trim; +and she's as good a sea-boat as there is on the coast. +Come, lads, don't look at it."</p> + +<p>It was, as he said, no use looking at it, and in five +minutes half our catch of the day was overboard. +The <i>Jane</i> was a half-decked boat, yawl-rigged; she +wasn't built in our parts, but had been brought round +from somewhere east by a gentleman as a fishing-craft. +He had used her for two years, and had got +tired of the sport, and my father had bought her of +him. She wasn't the sort of boat generally used +about here, but we all liked her, and swore by her.</p> + +<p>"It will be a tremendous blow for the first few +minutes, I reckon," Jabez said after a while. +"Lower down her sails altogether; get her head to +it with a sweep. I'll take the helm; Harry, you +stand ready to hoist the foresail a few feet; and, +Will, you and John stand by the hoists of the main<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[Pg 264]</a></span>sail. +We must show enough to keep her laying-to +as long as we can. You'd best get your coats out +and put 'em on, and batten down the hatch."</p> + +<p>I let the others go down first, and when they came +up I went in, tied the life-belt round me, and put on +my oilskin. I fetched out a bottle of hollands from +my locker, and then came out and fastened the hatch.</p> + +<p>"Here comes the first puff," Jabez said.</p> + +<p>I stowed away the bottle among some ropes for +our future use, and took hold of the throat halyard.</p> + +<p>"Here it comes," Jabez said, as a white line appeared +under the cloud of mist and darkness ahead, +and then with a roar it was upon us.</p> + +<p>I have been at sea, man and boy, for forty years, +and I never remember in these latitudes such a squall +as that. For a few minutes I could scarcely see or +breathe. The spray flew in sheets over us, and the +wind roared so that you wouldn't have heard a sixty-eight-pounder +ten yards off. At first I thought we +were going down bodily. It was lucky we had +taken every stitch of canvas off her, for, as she spun +round, the force of the wind against the masts and +rigging all but capsized her. In five minutes the +first burst was over, and we were running before it +under our close-reefed foresail only. There was no +occasion for us to stand by the halyards now, and +we all gathered in the stern, and crouched down in +the well. Although the sun had only gone down +half an hour it was pitch-dark, except that the white +foam round us gave a sort of dim light that made the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[Pg 265]</a></span> +sky look all the blacker. The sea got up in less time +than it takes in telling, and we were soon obliged to +hoist the foresail a bit higher to prevent the waves +from coming in over the stern. For three hours we +tore on before the gale, and then it lulled almost as +suddenly as it had come on. There had scarcely +been a word spoken between us during this time. I +was half asleep in spite of the showers of spray. +Jim Hackers, who was always smoking, puffed away +steadily; Jabez was steering still, and the others were +quite quiet. With the sudden lull we were all on +our feet.</p> + +<p>"Is it all over, Jabez?" I asked.</p> + +<p>"It's only begun," he said. "I scarce remember +such a gale as this since I was a boy. Pass that +bottle of yours round, Will; we shall be busy again +directly. One of you take the helm; I'm stiff with +the wet. We shall have it round from the south in +a few minutes."</p> + +<p>There was scarce a breath of wind now, and she +rolled so I thought she would have turned turtle.</p> + +<p>"Get out a sweep," Jabez said, "and bring her +head round."</p> + +<p>We had scarcely done so ere the first squall from +behind struck us, and in five minutes we were running +back as fast as we had come. The wind was +at first south, but settled round to southeast. We +got up a little more sail now, and made a shift to +keep her to the west, for with this wind we should +have been ashore long before morning if we had run<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[Pg 266]</a></span> +straight before it. The sea had been heavy—it was +tremendous now; and, light and seaworthy as the +<i>Jane</i> was, we had to keep baling as the sea broke into +her. Over and over again I thought that it was all +over with us as the great waves towered above our +stern, but they slipped under us as we went driving +on at twelve or fourteen knots an hour. I stood up +by the side of Jabez, and asked him what he thought +of it.</p> + +<p>"I can't keep her off the wind," he said; "we +must run, and by midnight we shall be among the +Scillys. Then it's a toss-up."</p> + +<p>Jabez's calculations could not have been far out, +for it was just midnight, as far as I could tell, when +we saw a flash right ahead.</p> + +<p>"That's a ship on one of the Scillys," Jabez said. +"I wish I knew which it was."</p> + +<p>He tried to bring her a little more up into the +wind, but she nearly lay over onto her beam-ends, +and Jabez let her go ahead again. We saw one +more flash, and then a broad faint light. The ship +was burning a blue light. She was not a mile ahead +now, and we could see she was a large vessel. I had +often been to the Scillys before, and knew them as +well as I did our coast, but I could not see the land. +It was as Jabez had said—a toss-up. If we just +missed one of them we might manage to bring up +under its lee; but if we ran dead into one or other of +them the <i>Jane</i> would break up like an egg-shell.</p> + +<p>We were rapidly running down upon the wreck<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[Pg 267]</a></span> +when the glare of a fire on shore shone up. It was +a great blaze, and we could faintly see the land and a +white cottage some hundred yards from the shore.</p> + +<p>"I know it," Jabez shouted; "we are close to the +end of the island; we may miss it yet. Hoist the +mainsail a bit."</p> + +<p>I leapt up with another to seize the halyards, +when a great wave struck us; she gave a roll, and +the next moment I was in the water.</p> + +<p>After the first wild efforts I felt calm like. I +knew the shore was but half a mile ahead, and that +the wind would set me dead upon it. I loosened my +tarpaulin coat and shook it off, and I found that with +mother's belt I could keep easily enough afloat, +though I was half drowned with the waves as they +swept in from behind me. My mother's dream +cheered me up, for, according to that, it did not seem +as I was to be drowned, whatever was to come afterwards. +I drifted past the wreck within a hundred +yards or so. They were still burning blue lights; +but the sea made a clean sweep over her, and I saw +that in a very few minutes she would go to pieces. +Many times as the seas broke over me I quite gave +up hope of reaching shore; but I was a fair swimmer, +and the bottles buoyed me up, and I struggled on.</p> + +<p>I could see the fire on shore, but the surf that +broke against the rocks showed a certain death if I +made for it, and I tried hard to work to the left, +where I could see no breaking surf. It seemed to me +that the fire was built close to the end of the island.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[Pg 268]</a></span> +As I came close I found that this was so. I drifted +past the point of land not fifty feet off, where the +waves were sending their spray a hundred feet up; +then I made a great struggle, and got in under the lee +of the point. There was a little bay with a shelving +shore, and here I made a shift to land. Five minutes +to rest, and then I made my way towards the fire. +There was no one there, and I went to the edge of +the rocks. Here four or five men with ropes were +standing, trying to secure some of the casks, chests, +and wreckage from the ship. The surf was full of +floating objects, but nothing could stand the shock of +a crash against those rocks. The water was deep +alongside, and the waves, as they struck, flew up in +spray, which made standing almost impossible.</p> + +<p>The men came round me when they saw me. +There was no hearing one speak in the noise of the +storm; so I made signs I had landed behind the point, +and that if they came with their ropes to the point +they might get something as it floated past. They +went off, and I sat down by the fire, wrung my +clothes as well as I could,—I thought nothing of the +wet, for one is wet through half the time in a fishing-boat,—took +off mother's belt, and found one of the +bottles had broke as I got ashore; but luckily it was +the one which was quite empty. I got the cork out +of the other, and had a drink of brandy, and then felt +pretty right again. I had good hopes the boat was +all right, for she would get round the point easy, and +Jabez would bring her up under the lee of the island.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[Pg 269]</a></span> +I thought I would go and see if I could help the +others, and perhaps save someone drifting from the +wreck; but I did not think there was very much +chance, for she lay some little distance to the right, +and I hardly thought a swimmer could keep off the +shore.</p> + +<p>Just as I was going to move I saw two of them +coming back. They had a body between them, and +they put it down a little distance from the fire. I +was on the other side, and they had forgotten all +about me. They stooped over the figure, and I could +not see what they were doing. I got up and went +over, and they gave a start when they saw me. "Is +he alive?" says I. "Dunno," one of 'em growled; +and I could see pretty well that if I had not been +there it would have gone hard with the chap. He +was a foreign, Jewish-looking fellow, and had around +him one of the ship's life-buoys. There were lots of +rings on his fingers, and he had a belt round his +waist that looked pretty well stuffed out. I put my +hand to his heart, and found he still breathed; and +then I poured a few drops of brandy which remained +in my bottle down his throat.</p> + +<p>While I was doing this the two men had talked +to each other aside. "He's alive, all right," says I. +"That's a good job," one of 'em said; but I knew +he didn't think so. "We'll carry him up to our cottage. +You'll be all the better for a sleep; it must +be past two o'clock by this time."</p> + +<p>They took the chap up, and carried him to the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[Pg 270]</a></span> +cottage, and put him on a bed. He was moaning a +little, and between us we undressed him and got +him into bed. "I doubt he'll come round," I said.</p> + +<p>"I don't believe he will. Will you have a drink +of whisky?"</p> + +<p>I was mighty glad to do so, and then, throwing off +my wet clothes, I got into the other bed, for there +were two in the room.</p> + +<p>The men said they were going down again to see +what they could get. They left the whisky bottle +on the table, and as soon as I was alone I jumped +out and poured a little into the other chap's teeth, +so as to give him as good a chance as I could; but I +didn't much think he'd get round, and then I got +into bed and shut my eyes. I was just going off, +when, with a sudden jump, I sat straight up. +Mother's dream came right across me. I was out of +bed in a moment, and looked at the door. There +was no bolt, so I put a couple of chairs against it. +Then I took my clasp-knife out of my pocket and +opened it. I gave the other chap a shake, but there +was no sense in him, and I got into bed again. I +thought to myself they would never risk a fight when +they saw me armed and ready. But I soon found +that I couldn't keep awake; so I got up and dressed +in my wet clothes, and went to the door. I found it +was fastened on the outside. I soon opened the +window and got out, but before I did that I rolled +up some clothes and put 'em in the bed, and made a +sort of likeness of a man there. The poor fellow in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[Pg 271]</a></span> +bed was lying very still now, and I felt pretty sure +that he would not live till morning. The candle was +a fresh one when they had first lighted it, and I left +it burning.</p> + +<p>When I had got out I shut the window, and went +away fifty yards or so, where I could hear them +come back. Presently I heard some footsteps coming +from the opposite direction. Then I heard a +voice I knew say, "There is the fire; we shall soon +know whether the poor lad has got ashore."</p> + +<p>"Here am I, Jabez," I said. "Hush!" as he and +the other were going to break into a shout of welcome, +"hush! Some wreckers are coming up directly +to cut my throat and that of another chap in +that cottage."</p> + +<p>In a word or two I told them all about it; and +they agreed to wait with me and see the end of it. +Jabez had brought the <i>Jane</i> up under the lee of the +island, and, leaving two of the men on board, had +come on shore in the cobble with the other to +look for me, but with very faint hopes of finding +me.</p> + +<p>"You had best get hold of something to fight +with, if you mean to take these fellows, Jabez."</p> + +<p>"A good lump of rock is as good a weapon as another," +Jabez said.</p> + +<p>Our plan was soon arranged, and half an hour +later we heard footsteps coming up from the shore +again. Two men passed us, went into the cottage, +and shut the door. Jabez and I made round to the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[Pg 272]</a></span> +window, where we could see in, and John Redpath +stood at the door. He was to open it and rush in +when he heard us shout. We stood a little back, +but we could see well into the room. Presently we +saw the door open very quietly, little by little. A +hand came through and moved the chairs, and then +it opened wide. Then the two men entered. One, +a big fellow, had a knife in his hand, and drew towards +the bed, where, as it seemed, I was sleeping, +with my head covered up by the clothes. The other +had no knife in his hand, and came towards the other +bed.</p> + +<p>"Get ready, lad," Jabez said to me.</p> + +<p>The big fellow raised his knife and plunged it +down into the figure, throwing his weight onto it at +the same moment, while the smaller man snatched +the pillow from under the other's head and clapped +it over his face, and threw his weight on it. As they +did so we pushed the casement open and leapt in. +I seized the smaller man, who was suffocating the +other chap, and before he could draw his knife I had +him on the ground and my knee on his chest. The +big fellow had leapt up. He gave a howl of rage +as Jabez rushed at him, and stood at bay with his +knife. Jabez stopped, however, and threw his lump +of rock, as big as a baby's head, right into his +stomach. It just tumbled him over like a cannon-shot. +John burst in through the door, and we had +'em both tied tightly before five minutes was over. +Then we lit a big fire in the kitchen, and with warm<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[Pg 273]</a></span> +clothes and some hot whisky and water we got the +foreign chap pretty well round.</p> + +<p>In the morning I went off and found a village on +the other side of the island. I woke them up and +told my story, and, to do 'em justice, though there +were some who would have shielded the fellows we +had caught, the best part were on our side. Some +of 'em told me there had been suspicion upon these +men, and that they bore a bad name. There was no +magistrate in the island, and no one objected when +I said we would take them across to Penzance and +give them in charge there.</p> + +<p>So we did; and they were tried and got transportation +for life for attempting to murder the foreign +chap, who, it turned out, was a Brazilian Jew, with +diamonds. He offered us all sorts of presents, but +we would have none; but that's neither here nor +there.</p> + +<p>So you see, master, mother's dream saved me +from drowning and from having my throat cut. I +gave up fishing after that and went into the queen's +service. Mother sold the boat, and went to live +with a sister of hers at Truro. 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