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The Boatswain's Mate Captains All, Book 2. By: W. W. Jacobs (1863-1943) |
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By W.W. Jacobs THE BOATSWAIN'S MATE [Illustration: "The Boatswain's Mate"] Mr. George Benn, retired boat swain, sighed noisily, and with a
despondent gesture, turned to the door and stood with the handle in his
hand; Mrs. Waters, sitting behind the tiny bar in a tall Windsor chair,
eyed him with some heat. "My feelings'll never change," said the boatswain. "Nor mine either," said the landlady, sharply. "It's a strange thing,
Mr. Benn, but you always ask me to marry you after the third mug." "It's only to get my courage up," pleaded the boatswain. "Next time I'll
do it afore I 'ave a drop; that'll prove to you I'm in earnest." He stepped outside and closed the door before the landlady could make a
selection from the many retorts that crowded to her lips. After the cool bar, with its smell of damp saw dust, the road seemed hot
and dusty; but the boatswain, a prey to gloom natural to a man whose hand
has been refused five times in a fortnight, walked on unheeding. His
steps lagged, but his brain was active. He walked for two miles deep in thought, and then coming to a shady bank
took a seat upon an inviting piece of turf and lit his pipe. The heat
and the drowsy hum of bees made him nod; his pipe hung from the corner of
his mouth, and his eyes closed. He opened them at the sound of approaching footsteps, and, feeling in his
pocket for matches, gazed lazily at the intruder. He saw a tall man
carrying a small bundle over his shoulder, and in the erect carriage, the
keen eyes, and bronzed face had little difficulty in detecting the old
soldier. The stranger stopped as he reached the seated boatswain and eyed him
pleasantly. "Got a pipe o' baccy, mate?" he inquired. The boatswain handed him the small metal box in which he kept that
luxury. "Lobster, ain't you?" he said, affably. The tall man nodded. "Was," he replied. "Now I'm my own commander in
chief." "Padding it?" suggested the boatswain, taking the box from him and
refilling his pipe. The other nodded, and with the air of one disposed to conversation
dropped his bundle in the ditch and took a seat beside him. "I've got
plenty of time," he remarked. Mr. Benn nodded, and for a while smoked on in silence. A dim idea which
had been in his mind for some time began to clarify. He stole a glance
at his companion a man of about thirty eight, clear eyes, with humorous
wrinkles at the corners, a heavy moustache, and a cheerful expression
more than tinged with recklessness. "Ain't over and above fond o' work?" suggested the boatswain, when he had
finished his inspection. "I love it," said the other, blowing a cloud of smoke in the air, "but we
can't have all we want in this world; it wouldn't be good for us." The boatswain thought of Mrs. Waters, and sighed. Then he rattled his
pocket. "Would arf a quid be any good to you?" he inquired. "Look here," began the soldier; "just because I asked you for a pipe o'
baccy " "No offence," said the other, quickly. "I mean if you earned it?" The soldier nodded and took his pipe from his mouth. "Gardening and
windows?" he hazarded, with a shrug of his shoulders. The boatswain shook his head. "Scrubbing, p'r'aps?" said the soldier, with a sigh of resignation.
"Last house I scrubbed out I did it so thoroughly they accused me of
pouching the soap. Hang 'em!" "And you didn't?" queried the boatswain, eyeing him keenly. The soldier rose and, knocking the ashes out of his pipe, gazed at him
darkly. "I can't give it back to you," he said, slowly, "because I've
smoked some of it, and I can't pay you for it because I've only got
twopence, and that I want for myself. So long, matey, and next time
a poor wretch asks you for a pipe, be civil." "I never see such a man for taking offence in all my born days,"
expostulated the boat swain. "I 'ad my reasons for that remark, mate.
Good reasons they was." The soldier grunted and, stooping, picked up his bundle. "I spoke of arf a sovereign just now," continued the boatswain,
impressively, "and when I tell you that I offer it to you to do a bit o'
burgling, you'll see 'ow necessary it is for me to be certain of your
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