"Ah," he said, "they do mount up, one arter another. It's one gentleman as did 'em all--him out in the bar now, with the long hair. Sometimes I think I'd rather a-had money; but it's a talent, that's what it is!" The artist beyond the outer bar had been talking to the potman. Now he coughed and said: "Ha--um! Cap'en Kemp, sir! Cap'en Kemp! No doubt as you've 'eard the noos to-day?" "No," said Grandfather Nat, finishing the rolling of his shirt-sleeves as he stepped down into the bar; "not as I know on. What is it?" "Not about Viney and Marr?" "No. What about 'em?" Mr. Cripps rose on his toes with the importance of his information, and his eyes widened to a moment's rivalry with his nose. "Gone wrong," he said, in a shrill whisper that was as loud as his natural voice. "Gone wrong. Unsolvent. Cracked up. Broke. Busted, in a common way o' speakin'." And he gave a violent nod with each synonym. "No," said Grandfather Nat; "surely not Viney and Marr?" "Fact, Cap'en; I can assure you, on 'igh a'thority. It's what I might call the universal topic in neighbourin' circles, an' a gen'ral subjick o' local discussion. You'd 'a 'eard it 'fore this if you'd bin at 'ome." My grandfather whistled, and rested a hand on a beer-pull. "Not a stiver for nobody, they say," Mr. Cripps pursued, "not till they can sell the wessels. What there was loose Marr's bolted with; or, as you might put it, absconded; absconded with the proceeds. An' gone abroad, it's said." "I see the servant gal bringin' out her box from Viney's just now," said Grandfather Nat. "An' Crooks the ship-chandler was on the steps, very white in the gills, with a paper. Well, well! An' you say Marr's bolted?" "Absconded, Cap'en Kemp; absconded with the proceeds; 'opped the twig. Viney says 'e's robbed 'im as well as the creditors, but I 'ear some o' the creditors' observation is 'gammon.' An' they say the wessels is pawned up to their r'yals. Up to their r'yals!" "Well," commented my grandfather, "I wouldn't ha' thought it. The _Juno_ was that badly found, an' they did everything that cheap, I thought they made money hand over fist." "Flyin' too 'igh, Cap'en Kemp, flyin' too 'igh. You knowed Viney long 'fore 'e elevated hisself into a owner, didn't you? What was he then? Why, 'e was your mate one voy'ge, wasn't he?" "Ay, an' more." "So I've 'eard tell. Well, arter that surely 'e was flyin' too 'igh! An' now Marr's absconded with the proceeds!"