Ship's Company, the Entire CollectionJacobs, W. W. (William Wymark)
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Ship's Company, the Entire Collection
Jacobs, W. W. (William Wymark)
England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Humorous stories, English
“Arter that I took no notice of 'im, and, o' course, that annoyed 'im
more than anything. All I could do I done, and 'e was ringing the
gate-bell that night from five minutes to twelve till ha'-past afore I
heard it. Many a night-watchman gets a name for going to sleep when
'e's only getting a bit of 'is own back.
“We stood there talking for over 'arf-an-hour arter I 'ad let'im in.
Leastways, he did. And whenever I see as he was getting tired I just
said, 'H'sh!' and 'e'd start agin as fresh as ever. He tumbled to it at
last, and went aboard shaking 'is little fist at me and telling me wot
he'd do to me if it wasn't for the lor.
“I kept by the gate as soon as I came on dooty next evening, just to give
'im a little smile as 'e went out. There is nothing more aggravating
than a smile when it is properly done; but there was no signs o' my lord,
and, arter practising it on a carman by mistake, I 'ad to go inside for a
bit and wait till he 'ad gorn.
“The coast was clear by the time I went back, and I 'ad just stepped
outside with my back up agin the gate-post to 'ave a pipe, when I see a
boy coming along with a bag. Good-looking lad of about fifteen 'e was,
nicely dressed in a serge suit, and he no sooner gets up to me than 'e
puts down the bag and looks up at me with a timid sort o' little smile.
“'Good evening, cap'n,' he ses.
“He wasn't the fust that has made that mistake; older people than 'im
have done it.
“'Good evening, my lad,' I ses.
“'I s'pose,' he ses, in a trembling voice, 'I suppose you ain't looking
out for a cabin-boy, sir?'
“'Cabin-boy?' I ses. 'No, I ain't.'
“'I've run away from 'ome to go to sea,' he ses, and I'm afraid of being
pursued. Can I come inside?'
“Afore I could say 'No' he 'ad come, bag and all; and afore I could say
anything else he 'ad nipped into the office and stood there with his 'and
on his chest panting.
“'I know I can trust you,' he ses; 'I can see it by your face.”
“'Wot 'ave you run away from 'ome for?' I ses. 'Have they been
ill-treating of you?'
“'Ill-treating me?' he ses, with a laugh. 'Not much. Why, I expect my
father is running about all over the place offering rewards for me. He
wouldn't lose me for a thousand pounds.'
“I pricked up my ears at that; I don't deny it. Anybody would. Besides,
I knew it would be doing him a kindness to hand 'im back to 'is father.
And then I did a bit o' thinking to see 'ow it was to be done.
“'Sit down,' I ses, putting three or four ledgers on the floor behind one
of the desks. 'Sit down, and let's talk it over.'
“We talked away for ever so long, but, do all I would, I couldn't
persuade 'im. His 'ead was stuffed full of coral islands and smugglers
and pirates and foreign ports. He said 'e wanted to see the world, and
flying-fish.
“'I love the blue billers,' he ses; 'the heaving blue billers is wot I
want.'
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