As Mrs. Budd chose what she was pleased to term the 'middle-watch,'
giving to Jack Tier and Rose her 'dog-watch,' the two last were first on
duty. It is scarcely necessary to say, the captain's widow got the names
of the watches all wrong, as she got the names of everything else about
a vessel; but the plan was to divide the night equally between these
quasi mariners, giving the first half to those who were first on the
look-out, and the remainder to their successors. It soon became so calm,
that Jack left the helm, and came and sat by Rose, on the trunk, where
they conversed confidentially for a long time. Although the reader will,
hereafter, be enabled to form some plausible conjectures on the subject
of this dialogue, we shall give him no part of it here. All that need
now be said, is to add, that Jack did most of the talking, that his past
life was the principal theme, and that the terrible Stephen Spike, he
from whom they were now so desirous of escaping, was largely mixed up
with the adventures recounted. Jack found in his companion a deeply
interested listener, although this was by no means the first time they
had gone over together the same story and discussed the same events. The
conversation lasted until Tier, who watched the glass, seeing that its
sands had run out for the last time, announced the hour of midnight.
This was the moment when Mulford should have been called, but when Mrs.
Budd and Biddy Noon were actually awakened in his stead.
“Now, dear aunty,” said Rose, as she parted from the new watch to go
and catch a little sleep herself, “remember you are not to awaken Harry
first, but to call Tier and myself. It would have done your heart good
to have seen how sweetly he has been sleeping all this time. I do not
think he has stirred once since his head was laid on that bunch of
sails, and there he is, at this moment, sleeping like an infant!”
“Yes,” returned the relict, “it is always so with your true maritime
people. I have been sleeping a great deal more soundly, the whole of the
dog-watch, than I ever slept at home, in my own excellent bed. But it's
your watch below, Rosy, and contrary to rule for you to stay on the
deck, after you've been relieved. I've heard this a thousand times.”
Rose was not sorry to lie down; and her head was scarcely on its pillow,
in the cabin, before she was fast asleep. As for Jack, he found a place
among Mulford's sails, and was quickly in the same state.
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