Eric eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 351 pages of information about Eric.
the Stack passed through his mind; and the dinner at the Jolly Herring, and, above all, Vernon’s death.  Oh! how awful it seemed to him now, as he looked through the darkness at the very road along which they had brought Verny’s dead body.  Then his thoughts turned to the theft of the pigeons, his own drunkenness, and then his last cruel, cruel experiences, and this dreadful end of the day which, for an hour or two, had seemed so bright on that very spot where he stood.  Could it be that this (oh, how little he had ever dreamed of it)—­that this was to be the conclusion of his school days?

Yes, in those rooms, of which the windows fronted him, there they lay, all his schoolfellows—­Montagu, and Wildney, and Duncan, and all whom he cared for best.  And there was Mr. Rose’s light still burning in the library window; and he was leaving the school and those who had been with him there so long, in the dark night, by stealth, penniless and broken-hearted, with the shameful character of a thief.

Suddenly Mr. Rose’s light moved, and, fearing discovery or interception, he roused himself from the bitter reverie and fled to Starhaven through the darkness.  There was still a light in the little sailors’ tavern; and, entering, he asked the woman who kept it, “if she knew of any ship which was going to sail next morning?”

“Why, your’n is, bean’t it, Maister Davey!” she asked, turning to a rough-looking sailor, who sat smoking in the bar.

“Ees,” grunted the man.

“Will you take me on board?” said Eric.

“You be a runaway, I’m thinking?”

“Never mind.  I’ll come as cabin-boy—­anything.”

The sailor glanced at his striking appearance and neat dress.  “Hardly in the cabun-buoy line I should say.”

“Will you take me?” said Eric.  “You’ll find me strong and willing enough.”

“Well—­if the skipper don’t say no.  Come along.”

They went down to a boat, and “Maister Davey” rowed to a schooner in the harbor, and took Eric on board.

“There,” he said, “you may sleep there for to-night,” and he pointed to a great heap of sailcloth beside the mast.

Weary to death, Eric flung himself down, and slept deep and sound till the morning, on board the “Stormy Petrel.”



     “They hadna sailed a league, a league,
      A league, but barely three,
     When the lift grew dark, and the wind grew high,
      And gurly grew the sea.”


“Hilloa!” exclaimed the skipper with a sudden start, next morning, as he saw Eric’s recumbent figure on the ratlin-stuff, “Who be this young varmint!”

“Oh, I brought him aboord last night,” said Davey; “he wanted to be cabun-buoy.”

“Precious like un he looks.  Never mind, we’ve got him and we’ll use him.”

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