Epistolary fiction; Tramp shipping -- Fiction; World War, 1914-1918 -- Fiction
That old rascal did play me a dirty trick. When we got back to
Newcastle he nailed me to the ship and ran up to London for a change of
air. I must tell you that on returning from Scotland we ran into one
of those little spring gales which put two boilers out of business and
loosened the collars of our broken shaft, which we have trundled about
ever since August. Then, as the _Pamir_ ha’n’t been out of commission
since Alexandria, Fourgues said he wouldn’t go another step till they
put the ship in the dock, examined her hull, retubed the boilers, and
changed the shaft. The Bulls wanted to send him up there again with
three thousand tons of coal for the Fleet, but Fourgues answered that
an old fox like him knew when a boat has had its bellyful, and that he
didn’t intend that the _Pamir_ should break down like a silly, when he
was the one to catch it and not the rest of them.
In order to get things his own way in peace, he took the train that
very evening. While he was packing his bag he called me into his cabin:
“Look, my boy, here is a paper. I hand over to you command of the
_Pamir_ and of the whole show. Have her put into the dock and
thoroughly repaired. I shall see if you can cope with an emergency.
They played the same trick on me in Melbourne on my boat when I knew
less than you. When the hull is repainted, the boilers retubed, and the
shaft replaced, telegraph me at the Charing Cross Hotel, London. I give
you ten days. Put it through!”
“But, captain, to whom shall I address myself?”
“You’re in charge and you have a tongue. As for me, I’m going up to
London to raise hell to get the wireless, and if the owner won’t put it
in, I’ll go to Paris. But I don’t want to hear a word from the _Pamir_
until you wire me ‘Ready!’ Do you understand?”
“Certainly, captain, but----”
“Rubbish! Here are the keys, the papers, the cheques, and everything.
If you are ready in ten days I shall see that you get your skipper’s
ticket for foreign trade, because then they can give you a ship all to
yourself. Otherwise, you’ll whistle for it.”
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