He turned up his eyes to heaven till nothing showed but the bloodshot
whites: ‘Sir, I humbly beg your pardon. It seems an ordacious liberty
for the likes of me to be questioning the likes of you; but _may_ I
ask, sir--_is_ the voyage likely to carry us fur?’
‘Well, it is about six thousand miles to the Cape, to begin with,’ said
I.
‘Good God!’ he cried, startled out of all respectfulness. ‘Why,
there’ll be years of sailing in that distance, sir, begging your pardon
for the hexclamation my agitation caused me to make, sir.’
‘If you want to return,’ said I, feeling a sort of pity for the poor
devil, for the consternation that worked in him lay very strong upon
his yellow face, ‘your plan must be to obtain Sir Wilfrid’s permission
to tranship yourself into the first vessel we speak that will be
willing to receive you and carry you to England. It is the only remedy
I can suggest.’
He bowed very meekly and with a manner of respectful gratitude;
nevertheless, something in him seemed to tell me that he was not very
much obliged by my suggestion, and that if he quitted Wilfrid’s service
it would not be in the manner I recommended.
Nothing worth noting happened till next day. It was in the afternoon.
The Scillies were astern and the broad Atlantic was now stretching fair
under our bows. A strong fine wind had bowled us steadily down Channel,
and the utmost had been made of it by Captain Finn, who, despite his
talk of studdingsails and stowed anchors, had sent his booms aloft
ere we had brought Prawle Point abeam and the ‘Bride’ had swept
along before the strong wind that would come in slaps at times with
almost the spite of a bit of a hurricane in them, under a foretopmast
studdingsail; whence you will gather that the yacht was prodigiously
crowded; but then Finn was always under the influence of the fear of
Wilfrid’s head in the companion hatch; for I learnt that several times
in the night my cousin unexpectedly made his appearance on deck, and
his hot incessant command to both Finn and old Jacob Crimp, according
as he found one or the other in charge, was that they were to sail the
yacht at all hazards short of springing her lower masts, for in the
matter of spare booms and suits of canvas she could not have been more
liberally equipped had her errand signified a three years’ fighting
voyage.
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