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"That's not a rock," said the mate, "or it would be hidden as the sea washes over it." "Den dat a boat," cried Nub. "Can it be de cap'en's?" "Our father's boat?" cried Walter and Alice in chorus. "It may be," said the mate; "but I think not. We shall soon know." Eagerly they all watched the boat. "You must not raise your hopes too high," said the mate at length.
But though, following the cap'en's advice, he joined himself to the elect of Zorra, his change of faith brought him only a change of name. Elder McCakeron officiated at the "christening" which took place in the crowded market the day after Timmins's name had been spread on the kirk register. "An' how is the apoos-tate the morning?" the elder inquired, meeting Timmins.
Hellyer told them that he had not come on duty until a late hour in the day; and had then not seen anything of either Bob or Dick. "The man as I relieved," continued the coastguardsman, "told me as how he seed two boys in the Cap'en's boat about midday; and, all at once, arter his dinner, for which he goes into the cabin, you know, he misses the boat and the boys too.
There was a chap knocked down the fore hatch with a broken leg in the Gulf, and another jumped overboard off Cape Corrientes, crazy as a loon, along a clip of the head from the cap'en's trumpet. Them's facts. The ship was a brigantine, trading along the Mexican coast. The cap'en had his wife aboard, a little timid Mexican woman he'd picked up at Mazatlan.
"Fourteen years ago there was a ship cruisin' in the Pacific, jest off this range, that was ez nigh on to a Hell afloat as anything rigged kin be. If a chap managed to dodge the cap'en's belayin-pin for a time, he was bound to be fetched up in the ribs at last by the mate's boots.
And how's the cap'en's baby? Grown a young gal by this time, ain't she? 'What are you talkin about, ez I; 'how should I know? He draws away from me, and sez, 'D it, sez he, 'you don't mean that you' . . . I grabs him by the throat and makes him tell me all.
"There was a nasty paice of bone sphlinter sticking in the crayture's brainpan; but, first, I trepanned him an' raymoved the impiddimint, an' the poor chap's now slayping as swately as a babby, slayping in the cap'en's cot over yonder! But come, colonel, I want ye to take some of this pay soup here afore I set to work carving ye about. Begorrah, it's foine stuff, an'll set ye up a bit to roights!"
"I wint over to the rendywoo last noight be the cap'en's orders, sor, fur to say if there wor any more hands awaitin' to jine. Faith an' there I mates me wife's first cousin, Bridget O'Halloran, as is merried now be the same token to Sargint Lintstock." "Sergeant Lintstock?" "Ay, sor, that same, which makes him, sure, me second cousin once removed, though, faith, he's me soupayrior orfiser!
Jim dodged down, hoping that she would unbolt the door but she did nothing of the kind. "Oh, ho! you're here are you, walked into the cap'en's trap have you, young fellar? I'll tell you one thing, you'll never get out of this house, because nobody wants you enough to pay a ransom. Got that straight, Bub."
"Have you got any more bread-and- cheese left?" "No, not a scrap," was the melancholy answer. "I giv' yer half, share and share alike; and I've ate every crumb o' mine!" "Isn't there anything in the locker?" "Nothing, but the Cap'en's hatchet! Don't you bear in mind as how I scrubbed her out afore we started?"
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