Blue Jackets; or, The Adventures of J. Thompson, A.B., Among "the Heathen Chinee": A Nautical Novel — John Shaqi
Blue Jackets; or, The Adventures of J. Thompson, A.B., Among "the Heathen Chinee": A Nautical NovelGreey, Edward
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Blue Jackets; or, The Adventures of J. Thompson, A.B., Among "the Heathen Chinee": A Nautical Novel
Greey, Edward
Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Fiction; Seafaring life -- Fiction
It was settled they should leave the house about six o'clock P.M., and
as the police were sure to be on the alert, a cart was procured in which
they were to be conveyed to London, it being arranged that a brother of
their kind hostess was to act as driver, while Tom and Polly were to lie
down in the straw until they arrived in the big city. Once there, they
might walk to the railway station. If all went well they would reach
Liverpool the next day, where they could remain unmolested, until the
ship sailed for America.
"Come, Tom," said the old woman, "you must be hungry, lad. I warrant
you, a bit of meat and a drop o' beer won't come amiss," upon which she
bustled about; and, with the assistance of Polly, a meal was prepared
and placed upon the table.
Tom sat by the window, keenly watching the few stragglers who passed by,
when suddenly he started back and turned pale, as a corporal of marines
walked up, looked suspiciously at the cottage, and then crossing the
road, questioned an old fellow, who was breaking stones.
Clare could not make out what he said, but imagined from the motions of
the corporal that he was inquiring who lived in the cottage. Tom called
Polly and told her his suspicion,--it was a moment of great anxiety for
both of them. At length, however, the corporal turned upon his heel, and
retraced his steps down the lane. Their landlady was sent for; and as
the good creature knew all about her lodgers' plans, they freely
imparted their fears to her, begging she would call the old
stone-breaker in-doors, and ascertain what questions the petty officer
had put to him, Tom and his wife retreating to the stairs, where they
overheard the following conversation:
"I say, master, who was that speaking to ye this minute?"
"Don't know, missis; but I expects he be a perlice."
"What did he say to you, master?"
"'Well,' he says to me, ses he, 'do you know,' he ses, 'who lives over
there?' he ses; that's what he ses to me, missis, as near as I can
recollect."
"What did you tell him?"
"Why, I says, ses I, 'Look here! what do you want to know for?' I says."
"Well, go on, go on! What else did he ask you?"
"'Well,' ses he, 'have you seen any one go in there this morning,' he
ses. 'Yes!' ses I. 'Who?' he ses. 'Well,' ses I, 'I seed Missis Drake,'
I ses, 'and her lodger,' I ses, 'and a man,' I ses."
"You old foo--! Excuse me, Master Noyce, but you did not see no man come
in but my lodger. There, go away! You allus was a stupid, and I'm sure
of it now."
"Come, missis! I don't want no blowin' up. You axed me civil, and I gave
you an answer," retorted the old man, turning sulkily away.
"Yes! you ses, and you ses, and you've been and gone and done it, you
wooden-headed old post!" whimpered the good-natured woman, after she had
closed the door upon him. "You've done it this time, you donkey!"
whereupon she sat down in a chair, and had a good cry.
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