there was no gainsaying the fact that the sarah jane was a very fine barge. old cheesy morgan, whose prairie flower she had outreached in the annual barge regatta by half a mile, owned up frankly that the sarah jane, if she had been built out of the wreckage of a sunken steamboat looted by the miserly old mudlark who owned her, could lay over any of his fleet, and when he gave in as far as that you might look upon the discussion as closed. her skipper and mate, trabby goodjer and skee goss, were always ready (when in company) to punch any single man’s head who said a word against her, and many sore bones had been carried away from the “long reach house” in consequence. not that these two worthies were ever sparing of their extensive vocabulary of abuse of their command when working up or down the thames, especially when she missed stays and hooked herself up on a mudbank about the first of the ebb, making them lose a whole day.

ever since her launching she had been regularly employed in the margate trade from london with general merchandise and returning empty. even this double expense for single freight paid the margate shopkeepers better than submission to the[243] extortionate railway charges, while their enterprise was a golden streak of luck for the owner of the sarah jane, and her consorts. when she commenced the memorable voyage of which this is the veracious log, she had for crew, besides the two mariners already named, a youngster of some fifteen years of age as near as he could guess, but so stunted in growth from early hardships that he did not look more than twelve. he answered to any name generally that sounded abusive or threatening, from long habit, but his usual title was the generic one for boys in north-country ships—peedee. he had already seen a couple of years’ service in deep-water vessels, getting far more than his rightful share of adventurous mishaps, besides having done a fairly comprehensive amount of vagabondage in the streets of london and liverpool. but being so diminutive for his years he found it difficult to get a berth in a decent-sized ship, and in consequence it was often no easy matter for him to fill even his small belly, for all his precocious wits. fate, supplemented by his own fears, had hitherto been kind enough to keep him out of a geordie collier or a north sea trawler, but on the day he met trabby goodjer outside the “king’s arms” in thames street, and asked him if he wanted a boy, his evil genius must have been in the ascendant. he hadn’t tasted food for two days with the exception of a fistful of gritty currants he had raked out of a corner on fresh wharf, and as the keen spring wind shrieking round the greasy bacon-reeking warehouses searched his small body to the marrow he[244] grew desperate. thus it was that he became the crew of the sarah jane. properly, she should have carried another man, but following the example of their betters in the mercantile marine the skipper and mate trusted to luck, and found under-manning pay. the owner lived at rochester, and rarely saw his vessel except through a pair of glasses at long intervals as she passed the entrance to the medway. so the payment of the crew was in the skipper’s hands entirely, left to him by the london agent who “managed” her. by sailing her a man short, and giving a boy 10s. a month instead of a pound, captain goodjer and chief officer goss were able to enjoy many cheap drunks, and have thrown in, as it were, the additional enjoyment of ill-using something that was quite unable to turn the tables unpleasantly.

between this delightful pair therefore, whose luck in getting backwards and forwards to margate and london was phenomenal, peedee had a lively time. especially so when, from some unforeseen delay or extra thirst, the supply of liquor in the big stone jar kept at the head of the skipper’s bunk ran short and they were perforce compelled to exchange their usual swinish condition of uncertain good-humour for an irritable restlessness that sought relief by exercising ingenious forms of cruelty upon their hapless crew. occasionally they had a rough-and-tumble between themselves, once indeed they both rolled over the side in a cat-like scrimmage, but there was nothing like the solace to be got out of that amusement that there was in beating[245] peedee. but he, preternaturally wise, was only biding his time. the score against his persecutors was growing very long, but a revenge that should be at once pleasant, enduring, and final, slowly shaped itself in his mind. accident rather than design matured his plans prematurely, but still he showed real genius by rising to the occasion that thus presented itself and utilising it in a truly remarkable manner.

one friday evening in the middle of october the sarah jane was loosed from the wharf where she had received her miscellaneous freight, and with the usual amount of river compliments and collisions with the motley crowd of craft all in an apparently hopeless tangle in the crowded pool, began her voyage on the first of the ebb. the skipper and the mate were both more than ordinarily muzzy, but intuitively they succeeded in getting her away from the ruck without receiving more than her fair share of hard knocks. once in the fairway the big sprit-sail and jib were hove up to what little wind there was, and away she went at a fairly good pace. peedee did most of the steering as he did of everything else that was possible to him, receiving as his due many pretty bargee-compliments from his superiors as they sprawled at their ease by the bogie funnel. they reached greenhithe at slack water, where, the wind veering ahead, they anchored for the night at no great distance from the reformatory ship cornwall. the sails were furled after a fashion, and with many a blood-curdling threat to peedee should he fail to keep a[246] good look-out, trabby and his mate went below into their stuffy den to sleep. somewhere about midnight the shivering boy awoke with a start, that nearly tumbled him off his perch on the windlass, to see two white figures clambering on board out of the river. wide awake on the instant he saw they were boys like himself, and whispered, “all right, mates, here y’are.” noiselessly he showed them the fo’c’s’le scuttle, where they might get below and hide. when they had disappeared he crept to the side of the darksome hole and held a whispered conversation with the visitors, finding that they were runaways from the cornwall, and immediately his active brain saw splendid possibilities in this accession of strength if only he could conceal their presence from his enemies aft. for the present, however, there was nothing to be done but lie quietly and wait events. daring the risk of awakening the “officers” he made a raid upon the grub-locker aft, securing half a loaf and a lump of dutch cheese, which he carried forward to the shivering stowaways. his own wardrobe being on his back he could not lend them any clothes, but they comforted themselves with the thought that they would soon be dry. and assisted by peedee they made a snug lair in the gritty convolutions of a worn-out mainsail that was stowed in their hiding-place, finding warmth and speedy oblivion in spite of their terrors.

the slack arrived some little time before the pale, cheerless dawn, and with it a small breeze fair for their passage down. unwillingly enough peedee[247] aroused his masters from their fetid hole, getting by way of reward for his vigilant obedience of orders a perfectly tropical squall of curses. nevertheless they were soon on deck, having turned in like horses, “all standing.” without speaking a word to each other, they proceeded to get the anchor, but so out of humour were they that peedee had much more than his usual allowance of fresh cuts and bruises before the barge was fairly aweigh. gradually the wind freshened as if assisted by the oncoming light, so that before the red disc of the sun peeped over the edge of london’s great gloom behind them, the sarah jane was making grand progress. again peedee took the wheel, while the skipper and mate retired to the cabin for a drink. suddenly sounds of woe arose therefrom. the agonising discovery had been made that the precious jar was empty. it had been capsized during the night, and the bung, being but loosely inserted, had fallen out. its contents now lay in a sticky pool behind the stove, mixed with the accumulated filth of two or three days. it was a sight too harrowing for ordinary speech. they glared at one another for a few seconds in silence, until trabby with a vicious set of his ugly mouth growled, “thet—— young mudlawk.” “ar,” said the mate, with an air of having found what he wanted, “i’ll—— well skin ’im w’en i goo on deck.” but though the thought was pleasant and some relief to their feelings, they remembered, being sober, that if they were not a little less demonstrative in their attentions to the boy they would certainly have to do his work themselves.[248] that gave them pause, and they discussed with much gravity how they might deal with him without inconvenience to themselves, until breakfast time. when they had in hoggish fashion satisfied their hunger (their thirst no amount of coffee could quench) they lit their pipes and lay back to get such solace as tobacco could afford, and ruminate also upon the possibility of replenishing the stone jar. peedee steered on steadily, breakfastless, and likely to remain so. swiftly the barge sped down the reaches in company with a whole fleet of her fellows “cluttering up the river,” as an angry geordie skipper, who had just shaved close by one of them, remarked, “like a school o’ fat swine in a tatty field.” so they fared for the whole forenoon without incident, until with a savage curse and a blow trabby took the wheel from the hungry lad, bidding him go and get their dinner ready. while he was thus engaged a thick mist gradually closed in upon the crowded river, reducing its vivid panorama to an unreal expanse of white cloudiness through which phantom shapes slowly glided to an accompaniment of unearthly sounds. suddenly to peedee’s amazement the big sail overhead began to flap, the jib-sheet rattled on the “traveller,” and skee goss, striding forward, let go the anchor. then the two men brailed in the mainsail, allowed the jib to run down, and without saying a word to the wondering boy, shoved the boat over the side, jumped into her, and were swallowed up in the fog. the instant they disappeared peedee stood motionless, his ears acutely strained for the measured play of the oars[249] as the skipper and mate pulled lustily shorewards. when at last he could hear them no longer, he rushed to the scuttle forward, and dropping on his knees by its side, called down, “below there! ’r y’ sleep? on deck with ye ’s quick ’s the devil’ll let ye.” up they came, looking scared to death. without wasting a word, under peedee’s direction the three hove the anchor up, although peedee was artful enough to lift the solitary pawl so that it could make no noise. by the time they got the anchor they were all three streaming with sweat, but without a moment’s pause peedee dropped the pawl, and taking a turn with the chain round the windlass end in case of accidents, cast off the brails, letting the great brown sail belly out to the fresh breeze. having got the sheet aft with a tremendous struggle, he took the wheel, saying, “now you two fellers, git forrard ’n histe thet jib up, ’n look lively too ’less you want ter be dam well murdered.” in utter bewilderment as to what was happening the two lads blundered forward, and guided by the energetic directions of their self-appointed commander, soon got the sail set. fully under control at last, the sarah jane sped away seaward before a breeze that, freshening every minute, bade fair to be blowing a gale before night.

but peedee, transformed into a man by his sudden resolve and its successful execution, called his crew to him, and while he skilfully guided the barge down the strangely quiet river, endeavoured to explain to them what he had done and why; together with his[250] plans for the future. he was utterly contemptuous of their seafaring abilities, telling them that “he’d teach ’em more in two days than they’d learn aboard that ugly old hulk in a year,” and although they were each quite a head and shoulders taller than himself, he treated them as if they were mere infants and he was an old salt. and there was a light in his eye, an elasticity in his movements that impressed them more than all his words. woe betide them had they dared to cross him! for in that small body was bubbling and fermenting the sweet must of satisfied revenge, strengthened by conscious power and utterly unadulterated by any sense of future difficulty or responsibility. higher rose the wind, driving the mist before it and revealing the broad mouth of the river all white with foam as the conflicting forces of storm and tide battled over the labyrinth of banks. obviously the first thing to do was the instruction of his crew in steering, for as soon as he found time to think of it he felt faint with hunger. fortunately one of the runaways had been coxswain of a boat, and very little sufficed to show him the difference between a tiller and a wheel. and all untroubled by the rising sea, the deeply-laden barge ploughed on far steadier than many a vessel ten times her size would have done. relieved from the wheel, peedee hastened to the caboose and found some of the dinner he had been preparing still eatable. supplementing it by such provisions as he could easily lay hands on in the cabin, the trio made a hearty meal, winding up with a smoke all round in genuine sailor fashion.

with hunger appeased and perfect freedom lapping them around, who shall say that they were not happy? occasionally a queer little tremor, a premonition of a price by-and-by to be paid for their present adventure, thrilled up the spine of each of the two runaways, but when they stole a glance at the calm features of their commander they were comforted. so onward they sailed, through the tortuous channels of the thames’ estuary, scudding before a stress of wind under whole canvas at a rate that made peedee rejoice exceedingly, although every few minutes a green comber of a sea swept diagonally across the whole of the low deck, but never invaded the cabin top. night fell, the side-lights were exhibited, and like any thousand-ton ship the sarah jane stood boldly out into mid-channel, peedee shaping a course which would carry them down well clear of all the banks. morning saw them off the varne shoal, the objects of eager curiosity to the gaping crew of a huge four-masted barque that passed them within a cable’s length. and as the sun rose the weather cleared, the sky smiled down upon them, the keen wind and bright sea gave them a delicious sense of freedom, while the grand speed of their ship stirred them to almost delirious delight. this ecstatic condition lasted for two days until, no definite land being in sight, and passing vessels becoming fewer, the two new hands began to feel that dread of the unknown that might have been expected of them. timidly they appealed to peedee to tell them what he was going to do. but with bitter scorn of their fears, all the fiercer because he didn’t in the least know what was going to happen, he railed upon them for a pair of cowardly milksops, and suggested hauling up for some west-country port and dumping them on the beach. truth to tell he was becoming somewhat anxious himself as to his whereabouts, for the stock of water was getting very low, although there was enough food in the hold to have lasted them round the world. fate, however, served them better than design. when night fell a heavy bank of clouds which had been lowering in the west all day suddenly began to rise, and soon after dark, in a sudden squall, the wind shifted to that quarter with mist and rain. under these new conditions peedee lost his bearings and allowed his command to run away with him into the darkness to leeward. at about four o’clock in the morning he heard a dreadful sound, well known to him from experience, the hungry growl of breakers. but before he had time to get too frightened there was a sudden turmoil of foaming sea around them in place of the dark hollows and white summits of the deep water, and with a tipsy lurch or so the sarah jane came to a standstill. she lay so quietly that peedee actually called his crew to brail up the mainsail and haul down the jib in sailor fashion. daylight revealed the fact that she was high and dry, having run in past all sorts of dangers until she grounded under the lee of a beetling mass of rock and there remained unscathed. while they were having a last meal they were startled by seeing some uncouth-looking men coming at top speed over the rugged shore. but they lowered themselves down over the side and ran to meet them, finding them foreigners indeed. before long the whole scanty population was down and busy with the spoil thus providentially provided, while the three boys were hailed as benefactors to their species, and made welcome to the best that the village contained. and two tides after the sarah jane was as though she had never been, while the wanderers, well provided with necessaries, were off for an autumn tour on foot through southern brittany.