The Second String. Gould Nat

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СКАЧАТЬ good at it. You see I hadn't the chances some of these swell skippers had, but I made the most of what little I knew. I have been through the mill, I can tell you, right through the whole boiling lot, from cabin boy to skipper."

      "All the more credit to you," replied Jack.

      "That's as it may be, and as how folks think. It's not much to blow about being captain of a dodgasted old coffin like the 'Golden Land,' but it's a living and I like it. On land I feel lost, on board I am as right as a trivet. It strikes me as curious a smart young fellow like you wants to leave this country and go to such a hole as Freemantle. You'll soon be sick of it, take my advice and throw it up."

      Jack Redland laughed, he liked his bluff, hearty companion, and told him the reason he was going away.

      "That's it, is it?" said Captain Seagrave. "You want to make money and come back and give it your best girl. Mind you, I don't say that is not a laudable desire, but are you sure of the party in petticoats? I have never had much to do with 'em myself, except in a casual way, but what little I know about 'em makes me steer clear of such craft. They're dangerous and you never can tell when they 'bout ship and sail clear away from you. Mind you have her safely in dock before you go, and don't let her come out until you return."

      Jack laughed heartily as he replied —

      "If she does not wait for my return I must find someone else to share my fortune, if I make one."

      The train pulled up with a jerk that threw Captain Seagrave forward.

      "Bad steering," he said. "I wish I had the engine driver in my stoke hole, he'd learn better manners down there."

      "Tickets, please," said the porter.

      "Tell the driver of this train he – "

      The porter banged the door to, and left the skipper fuming.

      Arriving at Brighton they walked to Jack Redland's lodgings, and after tea sat on the balcony.

      "You are well fixed up here," said Seagrave, "nice and comfortable I call it. Rum old place this, I often wonder what sort of a time those old dandies had in the Pavilion a century or more ago."

      "Judging from what I have read, they must have been gay and festive," replied Jack. "They drank hard, and made love desperately then; we go about such things in a more decorous manner now."

      "That's true, but is it a change for the better? Is secret debauchery an improvement on open profligacy?"

      He was rather surprised to hear his companion talk in this strain, and said —

      "You do not think the morals of the present generation are any better than they were in those days?"

      "Not a bit, you've only to look at the papers to find that out. There is some fairly sultry reading in the Divorce Court cases."

      "Granted," replied Jack, "but still I think on the whole we have become better mannered, and more circumspect, since the time of the Georges."

      "Maybe, but with all the learning to be had at other people's expense, I don't think we have much to boast about. In my young days we had to learn to work almost before we learned to spell."

      "It does not seem to have done you much harm."

      "None at all, but I'd have been a tarnation sight more presentable if somebody had taken me in hand and licked me into shape."

      "What sort of a place is Fremantle?" asked Jack, changing the subject.

      "It's not much like Brighton," replied Captain Seagrave, laughing. "You'll find a vast difference, but there's worse places than Fremantle on the face of the globe. It's an old convict settlement, at the mouth of the Swan river, about a dozen miles from Perth. It's not one of the best of harbours, but I have never met with any mishap there. It has been improved a lot of late years. It will seem a very dull place to you, I am afraid. May I ask what you are going to do when you arrive there. It's not a good place to be stranded in."

      "My friend, Harry Marton, is going out at the request of Barry Tuxford – " commenced Jack.

      "Barry! well, I'm blest. Barry Tuxford, you'll be all right with him. There's no cleverer man than Barry in Western Australia, he can make money out of anything he touches. What do you think his latest move is?"

      "Something out of the common," ventured Jack.

      "Rather! He's revived the pearl fishing again, and what's more, he's had his usual luck.

      "That is what he wants us for; I say us because he told Harry to take a friend out with him. We are going pearl fishing."

      Captain Seagrave laughed.

      "Barry will get the pearls and you will do the hard graft, but he will treat you fairly, he's a square man is Barry Tuxford. I reckon you'll go up to Shark's Bay and round that quarter, it is an outlandish place. I fancy life on a station would suit you best; anyway, I'd give it a chance if the pearling does not agree with you. They'll be glad to have a 'jackaroo' like you, who can ride, on any sheep station."

      "What is a jackaroo?" said Jack.

      "A new chum who wants to learn sheep farming; some of them pay a premium, but there is no occasion for that. You can work for nothing and learn a lot in a very short time. It's a rum life, but I have met many men who would not leave it for anything else. I suppose the great open country is to them like the sea to me, they feel lost without it."

      "I shall make my way to Sydney if I cannot do anything in Western Australia. Caleb Kenley, who trains for Sir Lester Dyke, has a brother there, who is doing very well in the same line, and he says he will be very glad to see me."

      "I'm sure he will, you are one of the right sort, Mr. Redland, and if you'll take an old salt's tip you'll quit pearl shelling and stick to horses."

      Jack laughed as he replied —

      "The one occupation is almost as risky as the other."

      "But you are more likely to go under at pearling than at racing."

      "There is no harm in trying the former. I can easily leave it if I wish."

      "When we reach Fremantle I'll just put in a word for you both with Barry Tuxford. He's got a finger in a good many things, and I should not wonder if he dabbles in racing, there's a lot more of it than there used to be in Western Australia."

      They went on to the parade and Captain Seagrave pointed out the many alterations that had been made at Brighton since he was a boy. "All these fine houses at Hove have been put up since my time, and the sea had a lot more of its own way than it has now," he said. They went on to the old pier and listened to the band, and Captain Seagrave found his companion so much to his liking that he forgot all about the time. It suddenly occurred to him that he must make a move if he wished to be back in London that night.

      Jack had not much difficulty in persuading him to stop, and when they returned to his room they sat up until the early hours of the morning talking over the forthcoming voyage.

      When Captain Seagrave left Brighton, Jack set out for The Downs.

      Sir Lester and Winifred were much amused at his description of Captain Seagrave, and his conversation.

      "He knew your father," said Jack. "Strange, is it not, and also my chance meeting with Harry Marton? СКАЧАТЬ