Dialstone Lane, Part 5. eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 33 pages of information about Dialstone Lane, Part 5..

Dialstone Lane, Part 5. eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 33 pages of information about Dialstone Lane, Part 5..

Mr. Stobell turned a dull but ferocious eye upon him.

“And you all got off in the other boat,” said Tredgold.  “I’m very glad.”

Captain Brisket looked at him, but made no reply.  The problem of how to make the best of the situation was occupying all his attention.

“Me and Peter Duckett would be glad of some of our pay,” he said, at last.

“Pay?” repeated Tredgold, in a dazed voice.

Brisket looked at him again, and then gave a significant glance in the direction of Captain Bowers.  “We’d like twenty pounds on account—­now,” he said, calmly.

Tredgold looked hastily at his friends.  “Come and see me to-morrow,” he said, nervously, “and we’ll settle things.”

“You can send us the rest,” said Brisket, “but we want that now.  We’re off to-night.”

“But we must see you again,” said Tredgold, who was anxious to make arrangements about the schooner.  “We—­we’ve got a lot of things to talk about.  The—­the ship, for instance.”

“I’ll talk about her now if you want me to,” said Brisket, with unpleasant readiness.  “Meantime, we’d like that money.”

Fortunately—­or unfortunately—­Tredgold had been to his bank that morning, and, turning a deaf ear to the expostulations of Captain Bowers, he produced his pocketbook, and after a consultation with Mr. Chalk, and an attempt at one with the raging Stobell, counted out the money and handed it over.

“And there is an I.O.U. for the remainder,” he said, with an attempt at a smile, as he wrote on a slip of paper.

Brisket took it with pleased surprise, and the mate, leaning against his shoulder, read the contents:  “Where is the ’Fair Emily’?

“You might as well give me a receipt,” said Tredgold, significantly, as he passed over pencil and paper.

Captain Brisket thanked him and, sucking the pencil, eyed him thoughtfully.  Then he bent to the table and wrote.

“You sign here, Peter,” he said.

Mr. Tredgold smiled at the precaution, but the smile faded when he took the paper.  It was a correctly worded receipt for twenty pounds.  He began to think that he had rated the captain’s intelligence somewhat too highly.

“Ah, we’ve had a hard time of it,” said Brisket, putting the notes into his breast-pocket and staring hard at Captain Bowers.  “When that little craft went down, of course I went down with her.  How I got up I don’t know, but when I did there was Peter hanging over the side of the boat and pulling me in by the hair.”

He paused to pat the mate on the shoulder.

“Unfortunately for us we took a different direction to you, sir,” he continued, turning to Tredgold, “and we were pulling for six days before we were picked up by a barque bound for Melbourne.  By the time she sighted us we were reduced to half a biscuit a day each and two teaspoonfuls o’ water, and not a man grumbled.  Did they, Peter?”

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