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All this wars said and done so quietly, that nobody took the alarm; and when the mate called out, in a loud voice, "Miles, pass a bread-bag filled and some cold grub into that launch the men may be hungry before they get back," no one seemed to think more was meant than was thus openly expressed.
He took up a position beside the engineer. Captain Whalley, with his back to them, inquired "What's on the log?" "Eighty-five," answered the mate quickly, and nudged the engineer with his elbow.
Once they unraveled a long thread by pulling at right angles, but the next moment they were together on the same side again. The male seemed to do, not as he was told, but exactly what he saw his mate do. Whenever she pulled at a thread, he hopped around, as close to her as he could get, and pulled too. Twice they had given up the attempt, only to return after hunting diligently elsewhere.
He looked very smart, very gentlemanly, and all that. But do you know I never liked him, somehow. I am a plain man. You see, he wasn't exactly the sort for the chief mate of a ship like the Sephora."
"Well, sir," resumed Jerry, "it must be as you please; but I know what Captain M will say." "What, sir?" "That you were angry with your officers, whom you could not punish, and revenged yourself upon a poor boy." "Would he? Boatswain's mate, where's your cat?" "Here, sir; how many tails am I to use?" "Oh, give him the whole nine."
One of the men steadied him, while the Second Mate stood back, and eyed him, critically. The boy rocked as he sat, and put up his hand to his head. "Here," said the Second Mate, "take another drink." Tom caught his breath and choked a little; then he spoke. "By gum!" he said, "my head does ache." He put up his hand, again, and felt at the lump on his forehead.
"That, gentlemen, was the state of affairs aboard the Joan of Arc on the night about which I'm telling ye; the skipper, the passengers, the second mate, and the watch below all in their bunks; and the rest of us, those who were on deck and ought to have been broad awake, almost if not quite as sound asleep as those who were below.
The basket of provisions was placed in her lap when the family drove out to the wood. The neck of the bottle stuck out above the parts of the white napkins that were visible. There was red wax on its cork, and it looked straight into the eyes of the pretty girl, and also into those of the young sailor the mate of a ship who sat beside her.
And as we had a supply of tools for the purpose, the carpenter and his mate were not long in adding an upper streak to the long-boat, and in decking her partly over forward: they also fitted her with a couple of masts, two lugs, and a jib.
For the fifteen minutes or so that I remained, his mate was perched in another branch of the same tree, not once shifting her position, and doing nothing whatever except to preen her feathers a little. She paid no attention to her husband, nor did he to her. It was a revelation to me that a chickadee could possibly sit still so long.
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