And as he spoke the stranger put his two thumbs into his mouth, and
extraordinary thumbs they were, too, for each would have filled an
ordinary man’s mouth.
“These,” said the stranger, pulling them out, and gazing at them
wistfully, and with a deep sigh he continued,—
“These were thumbs at one time; but they are nothing now to what they
were.”
“Confound the binnacle!” muttered the captain to himself, and then he
added, aloud,—
“It’s cheap living, however; but where are you going to, and why did
you come aboard?”
“I wanted a cheap cruise, and I am going there and back.”
“Why, that’s where we are going,” said the captain.
“Then we are brothers,” exclaimed the stranger, hopping off the
water-cask like a kangaroo, and bounding towards the captain, holding
out his hand as though he would have shaken hands with him.
“No, no,” said the captain; “I can’t do it.”
“Can’t do it!” exclaimed the stranger, angrily. “What do you mean?”
“That I can’t have anything to do with contraband articles; I am a fair
trader, and do all above board. I haven’t a chaplain on board, or he
should offer up prayers for your preservation, and the recovery of your
health, which seems so delicate.”
“That be——”
The stranger didn’t finish the sentence; he merely screwed his mouth up
into an incomprehensible shape, and puffed out a lot of breath, with
some force, and which sounded very much like a whistle; but, oh, what
thick breath he had, it was as much like smoke as anything I ever saw,
and so my shipmate said.
“I say, captain,” said the stranger, as he saw him pacing the deck.
“Well.”
“Just send me up some beef and biscuit, and some coffee royal—be sure
it’s royal, do you hear, because I’m partial to brandy, it’s the only
good thing there is on earth.”
I shall not easily forget the captain’s look as he turned towards the
stranger, and gave his huge shoulders a shrug, as much as to say,—
“Well, I can’t help it now; he’s here, and I can’t throw him overboard.”
The coffee, beef, and biscuit were sent him, and the stranger seemed to
eat them with great _gout_, and drank the coffee with much relish, and
returned the things, saying,
“Your captain is an excellent cook; give him my compliments.”
I thought the captain would think that was but a left-handed
compliment, and look more angry than pleased, but no notice was taken
of it.
It was strange, but this man had impressed upon all in the vessel some
singular notion of his being more than he should be—more than a mere
mortal, and not one endeavoured to interfere with him; the captain
was a stout and dare-devil a fellow as you would well meet with, yet
he seemed tacitly to acknowledge more than he would say, for he never
after took any further notice of the stranger nor he of him.
They had barely any conversation, simply a civil word when they first
met, and so forth; but there was little or no conversation of any kind
between them.
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