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To this day I don't know that there was anything in the sound, but 'tis fair to tell you all I can." Captain Bewes took a sip at his grog, and over the rim looked down the table towards Samuel, who nodded. The Captain nodded back, set down his glass, and resumed. "Quite so. The next thing is that Mr. Orchard, returning to deck two minutes later and having to pass the door of Mr.
"We have still his boxes to search " "Under power of attorney," Sam suggested. "We must see about getting it to-morrow." "Well, madam" Captain Bewes knocked out his pipe, drained his glass, and rose "the boxes shall be delivered up as soon as you bring me authority: and I trust, for my own sake as well as yours, the contents will clear up this mystery for us.
He didn't believe that, however. "'Tis too late for tea," he said. "You'll be going up to tell Bewes you'll take his son if he'll let your aunt bide." She didn't answer. "So you can just turn round again and march home," went on Jack, "because the case is altered.
For two mortal hours did they sit together smoking their pipes, and turning over the situation, and Bewes was bound to grant, when Jack was gone, that the chap possessed a lot of sound sense, though mouth-speech weren't his strong point, and it took him a deal of time to make his meaning clear.
Then, with a glance up at the half-dozen grinning faces above the bulwarks, "Can I see Captain Bewes?" "Your servant, ma'am." The captain appeared at the head of the ladder; a red apple-cheeked man in shirt-sleeves and clean white nankeen breeches, who looked like nothing so much as an overgrown schoolboy. "Is Mr. Samuel Annesley on board?" Captain Bewes rubbed his chin.
We heard he had taken passage with you." "Why, so he did; and, what's more, to the best of my knowledge, he sailed. It's a serious matter, ma'am, and we're all at our wits' ends over it; but the fact is Mr. Annesley has disappeared." That same evening, in Mr. Matthew Wesley's parlour, Johnson's Court, Captain Bewes told the whole story or so much of it as he knew.
"Your son's wishful to marry Milly Boon a good bit against her will, by all accounts; but you be on his side, naturally, and want to see him happy, so you've put a loaded pistol to old Mrs. Pedlar's head and told her if her niece don't take your boy, she's got to quit her home." Bewes stared. "What business might that be of yours, Jack Cobley?" he asked, and the visitor explained.
"Maybe the maiden's only holding off the young man as maidens will, and be the right one for him after all," he said. "Maybe 'tis so," his mother replied, "but meantime poor dear Jane Pedlar be suffering far too much for an old woman." So Jack, he takes occasion to have a sight of young Bewes.
Four hundred and seventy-five pounds he paid, and as Nicholas Bewes confessed to Jack, 'twas only the money in his pocket put enough iron into him to stand up to his son, afterwards. But what Nicholas might have to say to Richard didn't trouble Cobley over much. He got his receipt and Bewes promised the deed should be drawn when he saw his lawyer to Moreton next market-day.
As to what I'll pay, if you're a seller, the price lies with you." "I've thought to auction it," answered Mr. Bewes, which was true, because he had done so. Jack nodded. "I'd like none the less to buy it at a fair figure and save you the trouble. You'll be knowing, I expect, what would satisfy you in money down."
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