Captains All and Others. William Wymark Jacobs

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СКАЧАТЬ arter they had ‘ad a glass apiece. “I’d nearly done the trick at one o’clock, and then the shop-bell went, and I ‘ad to begin all over agin. Still, it wasn’t unpleasant.”

      “Do you mean to tell us you’ve asked ‘er to marry you?” ses Ginger, ‘olding out ‘is glass to be filled agin.

      “I do,” ses Sam; “but I ‘ope there’s no ill-feeling. You never ‘ad a chance, neither of you; she told me so.”

      Ginger Dick and Peter Russet stared at each other.

      “She said she ‘ad been in love with me all along,” ses Sam, filling their glasses agin to cheer ‘em up. “We went out arter tea and bought the engagement-ring, and then she got somebody to mind the shop and we went to the Pagoda music-’all.”

      “I ‘ope you didn’t pay much for the ring, Sam,” ses Ginger, who always got very kind-’arted arter two or three glasses o’ whisky. “If I’d known you was going to be in such a hurry I might ha’ told you before.”

      “We ought to ha’ done,” ses Peter, shaking his ‘ead.

      “Told me?” ses Sam, staring at ‘em. “Told me wot?”

      “Why me and Peter gave it up,” ses Ginger; “but, o’ course, p’r’aps you don’t mind.”

      “Mind wot?” ses Sam.

      “It’s wonderful ‘ow quiet she kept it,” ses Peter.

      Old Sam stared at ‘em agin, and then he asked ‘em to speak in plain English wot they’d got to say, and not to go taking away the character of a woman wot wasn’t there to speak up for herself.

      “It’s nothing agin ‘er character,” ses Ginger. “It’s a credit to her, looked at properly,” ses Peter Russet.

      “And Sam’ll ‘ave the pleasure of bringing of ‘em up,” ses Ginger.

      “Bringing of ‘em up?” ses Sam, in a trembling voice and turning pale; “bringing who up?”

      “Why, ‘er children,” ses Ginger. “Didn’t she tell you? She’s got nine of ‘em.”

      Sam pretended not to believe ‘em at fust, and said they was jealous; but next day he crept down to the greengrocer’s shop in the same street, where Ginger had ‘appened to buy some oranges one day, and found that it was only too true. Nine children, the eldest of ‘em only fifteen, was staying with diff’rent relations owing to scarlet-fever next door.

      Old Sam crept back ‘ome like a man in a dream, with a bag of oranges he didn’t want, and, arter making a present of the engagement-ring to Ginger—if ‘e could get it—he took the fust train to Tilbury and signed on for a v’y’ge to China.

      THE BOATSWAIN’S MATE

      Mr. George Benn, retired boat-swain, sighed noisily, and with a despondent gesture, turned to the door and stood with the handle in his hand; Mrs. Waters, sitting behind the tiny bar in a tall Windsor-chair, eyed him with some heat.

      “My feelings’ll never change,” said the boatswain.

      “Nor mine either,” said the landlady, sharply. “It’s a strange thing, Mr. Benn, but you always ask me to marry you after the third mug.”

      “It’s only to get my courage up,” pleaded the boatswain. “Next time I’ll do it afore I ‘ave a drop; that’ll prove to you I’m in earnest.”

      He stepped outside and closed the door before the landlady could make a selection from the many retorts that crowded to her lips.

      After the cool bar, with its smell of damp saw-dust, the road seemed hot and dusty; but the boatswain, a prey to gloom natural to a man whose hand has been refused five times in a fortnight, walked on unheeding. His steps lagged, but his brain was active.

      He walked for two miles deep in thought, and then coming to a shady bank took a seat upon an inviting piece of turf and lit his pipe. The heat and the drowsy hum of bees made him nod; his pipe hung from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes closed.

      He opened them at the sound of approaching footsteps, and, feeling in his pocket for matches, gazed lazily at the intruder. He saw a tall man carrying a small bundle over his shoulder, and in the erect carriage, the keen eyes, and bronzed face had little difficulty in detecting the old soldier.

      The stranger stopped as he reached the seated boatswain and eyed him pleasantly.

      “Got a pipe o’ baccy, mate?” he inquired.

      The boatswain handed him the small metal box in which he kept that luxury.

      “Lobster, ain’t you?” he said, affably.

      The tall man nodded. “Was,” he replied. “Now I’m my own commander-in-chief.”

      “Padding it?” suggested the boatswain, taking the box from him and refilling his pipe.

      The other nodded, and with the air of one disposed to conversation dropped his bundle in the ditch and took a seat beside him. “I’ve got plenty of time,” he remarked.

      Mr. Benn nodded, and for a while smoked on in silence. A dim idea which had been in his mind for some time began to clarify. He stole a glance at his companion—a man of about thirty-eight, clear eyes, with humorous wrinkles at the corners, a heavy moustache, and a cheerful expression more than tinged with recklessness.

      “Ain’t over and above fond o’ work?” suggested the boatswain, when he had finished his inspection.

      “I love it,” said the other, blowing a cloud of smoke in the air, “but we can’t have all we want in this world; it wouldn’t be good for us.”

      The boatswain thought of Mrs. Waters, and sighed. Then he rattled his pocket.

      “Would arf a quid be any good to you?” he inquired.

      “Look here,” began the soldier; “just because I asked you for a pipe o’ baccy—”

      “No offence,” said the other, quickly. “I mean if you earned it?”

      The soldier nodded and took his pipe from his mouth. “Gardening and windows?” he hazarded, with a shrug of his shoulders.

      The boatswain shook his head.

      “Scrubbing, p’r’aps?” said the soldier, with a sigh of resignation. “Last house I scrubbed out I did it so thoroughly they accused me of pouching the soap. Hang ‘em!”

      “And you didn’t?” queried the boatswain, eyeing him keenly.

      The soldier rose and, knocking the ashes out of his pipe, gazed at him darkly. “I can’t give it back to you,” he said, slowly, “because I’ve smoked some of it, and I can’t pay you for it because I’ve only got twopence, and that I want for myself. So long, matey, and next time a poor wretch asks you for a pipe, be civil.”

      “I never see such a man for taking offence in all my born days,” expostulated the boat-swain. “I ‘ad my reasons for that remark, mate. Good reasons they was.”

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