captain dunning astonishes the stranger—surprising news, and desperate resolves.

still keeping his hands in his pockets and the free-and-easy expression on his countenance, the sailor swaggered through the streets of the town with captain dunning at his side, until he arrived at a very dirty little street, near the harbour, the chief characteristics of which were noise, compound smells, and little shops with sea-stores hung out in front. at the farther end of this street the sailor paused before a small public-house.

“here we are,” said he; “this is the place w’ere i puts up w’en i’m ashore—w’ich ain’t often—that’s a fact. after you, sir.”

the captain hesitated.

“you ain’t afraid, air you?” asked the sailor, in an incredulous tone.

“no, i’m not, my man; but i have an objection to enter a public-house, unless i cannot help it. have you had a glass this morning?”

the sailor looked puzzled, as if he did not see very clearly what the question had to do with the captain’s difficulty.

“well, for the matter o’ that, i’ve had three glasses this mornin’.”

“then i suppose you have no objection to try a glass of my favourite tipple, have you?”

the man smiled, and wiping his mouth with the cuff of his jacket, as if he expected the captain was, then and there, about to hand him a glass of the tipple referred to, said—

“no objection wotsomediver.”

“then follow me; i’ll take you to the place where i put up sometimes when i’m ashore. it’s not far off.”

five minutes sufficed to transport them from the dirty little street near the harbour to the back-parlour of the identical coffee-house in which the captain was first introduced to the reader. here, having whispered something to the waiter, he proceeded to question his companion on the mysterious business for which he had brought him there.

“couldn’t we have the tipple first?” suggested the sailor.

“it will be here directly. have you breakfasted?”

“’xceptin’ the three glasses i told ye of—no.”

well, now, what have you to tell me about the termagant? you have already said that you are one of her crew, and that you were in the boat that day when we had a row about the whale. what more can you tell me?

the sailor sat down on a chair, stretched out his legs quite straight, and very wide apart, and thrust his hands, if possible, deeper into his pockets than they even were thrust before—so deep, in fact, as to suggest the idea that there were no pockets there at all—merely holes. then he looked at captain dunning with a peculiarly sly expression of countenance and winked.

“well, that’s not much. anything more?” inquired the captain.

“ho, yes; lots more. the termagant’s in this yere port—at—this—yere—moment.”

the latter part of this was said in a hoarse emphatic whisper, and the man raising up both legs to a horizontal position, let them fall so that his heels came with a crash upon the wooden floor.

“is she?” cried the captain, with lively interest; “and her captain?”

“he’s—yere—too!”

captain dunning took one or two hasty strides across the floor, as if he were pacing his own quarterdeck—then stopped suddenly and said—

“can you get hold of any more of that boat’s crew?”

“i can do nothin’ more wotiver, nor say nothin’ more wotsomediver, till i’ve tasted that ’ere tipple of yourn.”

the captain rang the bell, and the waiter entered with ham and eggs, buttered toast, and hot coffee for two.

the sailor opened his eyes to their utmost possible width, and made an effort to thrust his hands still deeper into his unfathomable trousers pockets; then he sat bolt upright, and gathering his legs as close under his chair as possible, clasped his knees with his hands, hugged himself, and grinned from ear to ear. after sitting a second or two in that position, he jumped up, and going forward to the table, took up the plate of ham and eggs, as if to make sure that it was a reality, and smelt it.

“is this your favourite tipple?” he said, on being quite satisfied of the reality of what he saw.

“coffee is my favourite drink,” replied the captain, laughing. “i never take anything stronger.”

“ho! you’re a to-teetler?”

“i am. now, my man, as you have not yet had breakfast, and as you interrupted me in the middle of mine, suppose we sit down and discuss the matter of the whale over this.”

“well, this is the rummiest way of offerin’ to give a fellow a glass as i ever did come across since i was a tadpole, as sure as my name’s dick jones,” remarked the sailor, sitting down opposite the captain, and turning up the cuffs of his coat.

having filled his mouth to its utmost possible extent, the astonished seaman proceeded, at one and the same time, to masticate and to relate all that he knew in regard to the termagant.

he said that not only was that vessel in port at that time, but that the same men were still aboard; that the captain—dixon by name—was still in command, and that the whale which had been seized from the crew of the red eric had been sold along with the rest of the cargo. he related; moreover, how that he and his comrades had been very ill-treated by captain dixon during the voyage, and that he (captain d) was, in the opinion of himself and his shipmates, the greatest blackguard afloat, and had made them so miserable by his brutality and tyranny, that they all hoped they might never meet with his like again—not to mention the hopes and wishes of a very unfeeling nature which they one and all expressed in regard to that captain’s future career. besides all this, he stated that he (dick jones) had recognised captain dunning when he landed that morning, and had followed him to the cottage with the yellow face and the green door; after which he had taken a turn of half-an-hour or so up and down the street to think what he ought to do, and had at last resolved to tell all that he knew, and offer to stand witness against his captain, which he was then and there prepared to do, at that time or at any future period, wherever he (captain dunning) liked, and whenever he pleased, and that there was an end of the whole matter, and that was a fact.

having unburdened his mind, and eaten all the ham, and eggs, and toast, and drunk all the coffee, and asked for more and got it, dick jones proceeded to make himself supremely happy by filling his pipe and lighting it.

“i’ll take him to law,” said captain dunning firmly, smiting the table with his fist.

“i know’d a feller,” said jones, “wot always said, w’en he heard a feller say that, ‘you’ll come for to wish that ye hadn’t;’ but i think ye’re right, cap’en; for it’s a clear case, clear as daylight; an’ we’ll all swear to a’most anything as’ll go fur to prove it.”

“but are you sure your messmates are as willing as you are to witness against the captain?”

“sure? in coorse i is—sartin sure. didn’t he lamp two on ’em with a rope’s-end once till they wos fit to bust, and all for nothin’ but skylarkin’? they’ll all go in the same boat with me, ’cept perhaps the cook, who is named baldwin. he’s a cross-grained critter, an’ll stan’ by the cap’en through thick an thin, an’ so will the carpenter—box they call him—he’s dead agin us; but that’s all.”

“then i’ll do it at once,” cried captain dunning, rising and putting on his hat firmly, as a man does when he has made a great resolve, which he more than half suspects will get him into a world of difficulties and trouble.

“i s’pose i may set here till ye come back?” inquired dick jones, who now wore a dim mysterious aspect, in consequence of the cloud of smoke in which he had enveloped himself.

“you may sit there till they turn you out; but come and take breakfast with me at the same hour to-morrow, will ye?”

“won’t i?”

“then good-day.”

so saying, the captain left the coffee-house, and hurried to his sisters’ cottage, where he rightly conjectured he should find glynn proctor. without telling his sisters the result of the interview with the “rude seaman,” he took glynn’s arm and sallied forth in search of tim rokens and mr millons, both of whom they discovered enjoying their pipes, after a hearty breakfast, in a small, unpretending, but excellent and comfortable “sailors’ home,” in the dirty little street before referred to.

the greater part of the crew of the late red eric (now “sticks and stivers”) were found in the same place, engaged in much the same occupation, and to these, in solemn conclave assembled, captain dunning announced his intention of opening a law-suit against the captain of the termagant for the unlawful appropriation of the whale harpooned by glynn. the men highly approved of what they called a “shore-going scrimmage,” and advised the captain to go and have the captain and crew of the termagant “put in limbo right off.”

thus advised and encouraged, captain dunning went to a lawyer, who, after hearing the case, stated it as his opinion that it was a good one, and forthwith set about taking the needful preliminary steps to commencing the action.

thereafter captain dunning walked rapidly home, wiping his hot brow as he went, and entering the parlour of the cottage—the yellow-faced cottage—flung himself on the sofa with a reckless air, and said, “i’ve done it!”

“horror!” cried aunt martha.

“misery!” gasped aunt jane, who happened to be fondling ailie at the time of her brother’s entrance.

“is he dead?”

“quite dead?” added martha.

“is who dead?” inquired the captain, in surprise.

“the man—the rude sailor!”

“dead! no.”

“you said just now that you had done it.”

“so i have. i’ve done the deed. i’ve gone to law.”

had the captain said that he had gone to “sticks and stivers,” his sisters could not have been more startled and horrified. they dreaded the law, and hated it with a great and intense hatred, and not without reason; for their father had been ruined in a law-suit, and his father had broken the law, in some political manner they could never clearly understand, and had been condemned by the law to perpetual banishment.

“will it do you much harm, dear, papa?” inquired ailie, in great concern.

“harm? of course not. i hope it’ll do me, and you too, a great deal of good.”

“i’m so glad to hear that; for i’ve heard people say that when you once go into it you never get out of it again.”

“so have i,” said aunt martha, with a deep sigh.

“and so have i,” added aunt jane, with a deeper sigh, “and i believe it’s true.”

“it’s false!” cried the captain, laughing, “and you are all silly geese; the law is—”

“a bright and glorious institution! a desirable investment for the talents of able men! a machine for justice usually—injustice occasionally—and, like all other good things, often misused, abused, and spoken against!” said glynn proctor, at that moment entering the room, and throwing his hat on one chair, and himself on another. “i’ve had enough of the sea, captain, and have come to resign my situation, and beg for dinner.”

“you shall have it immediately, dear glynn,” said martha, whose heart warmed at the sight of one who had been so kind to her little niece.

“nay, i’m in no hurry,” said glynn, quickly; “i did but jest, dear madam, as shakespeare has it. perhaps it was milton who said it; one can’t be sure; but whenever a truly grand remark escapes you, you’re safe to clap it down to shakespeare.”

at this point the servant-girl announced dinner. at the same instant a heavy foot was heard in the passage, and tim rokens announced himself, saying that he had just seen the captain’s lawyer, and had been sent to say that he wished to see captain dunning in the course of the evening.

“then let him go on wishing till i’m ready to go to him. meanwhile do you come and dine with us, rokens, my lad.”

rokens looked awkward, and shuffled a little with his feet, and shook his head.

“why, what’s the matter, man?”

rokens looked as if he wished to speak, but hesitated.

“if ye please, cap’en, i’d raither not, axin’ the ladies’ parding. i’d like a word with you in the passage.”

“by all means,” replied the captain, going out of the room with the sailor. “now, what’s wrong?”

“my flippers, cap’en,” said rokens, thrusting out his hard, thick, enormous hands, which were stained all over with sundry streaks of tar, and were very red as well as extremely clumsy to look at— “i’ve bin an’ washed ’em with hot water and rubbed ’em with grease till i a’most took the skin off, but they won’t come clean, and i’m not fit to sit down with ladies.”

to this speech the captain replied by seizing tim rokens by the collar and dragging him fairly into the parlour.

“here’s a man,” cried the captain enthusiastically, presenting him to martha, “who’s sailed with me for nigh thirty years, and is the best harpooner i ever had, and has stuck to me through thick and thin, in fair weather and foul, in heat and cold, and was kinder to ailie during the last voyage than all the other men put together, exceptin’ glynn, and who tells me his hands are covered with tar, and that he can’t wash ’em clean nohow, and isn’t fit to dine with ladies; so you will oblige me, martha, by ordering him to leave the house.”

“i will, brother, with pleasure. i order you, mr rokens, to leave this house at your peril! and i invite you to partake of our dinner, which is now on the table in the next room.”

saying this, aunt martha grasped one of the great tar-stained “flippers” in both of her own delicate hands, and shook it with a degree of vigour that tim rokens afterwards said he could not have believed possible had he not felt it.

seeing this, aunt jane turned aside and blew her nose violently. tim rokens attempted to make a bow, failed, and grinned. the captain cried— “now, then, heave ahead!” glynn, in the exuberance of his spirits, uttered a miniature cheer. ailie gave vent to a laugh, that sounded as sweet as a good song; and the whole party adjourned to the dining-room, where the servant-girl was found in the sulks because dinner was getting rapidly cold, and the cat was found:—

“prowling round the festal board

on thievish deeds intent.”

(see milton’s paradise regained, latest edition.)