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Bostock was very busy piloting their craft, but he was referred to from time to time as a mine of knowledge to be worked, for the old sailor had long been acquainted with the Eastern Seas, and had been fairly observant for an uneducated man.
The passengers supposed that those meetings concerned the injured boy, but the sailors, who had had experience, knew that there was something more behind, and that evening after the sun had gone downs looking coppery and orange where a peculiar haze dimmed the west, one of the sailors who had gathered round where old Bostock was seated hazarded a few words to his senior.
Mr Bostock, though touching on fifty, retained a youthful athleticism; he looked and talked younger than his years, and he loved the society of young people. If he wandered solitary and moody about the tennis-court now, it was because he had a great deal on his mind besides business. He had his daughter's future on his mind.
Bostock and Mrs. Cleaver and Mrs. Jackson, who wanted to be charitable and to stand well with the Rector. Then, in the December following the Waddington affair, Wyck was astonished by the friendship that sprang up, suddenly, between Mrs. Levitt and Miss Gregg, the governess at the rectory. There was a reason for it there always is a reason for these things and Mrs.
No one knew how the battle would go. Adam did not know. Ralph did not know. Florence assuredly did not know. Mr Bostock was quite certain, of a night, that Adam would win, but the next morning he was quite certain that his nephew would win. No wonder that the tea-party, every member of it tremendously preoccupied by the great battle, was not distinguished by light and natural gaiety.
"Oh, from below, I suppose," and after giving the bucket three or four rinses the old sailor stood watching the water, now alive with good-sized fish, darting about and bearing off every scrap of the refuse, not even a floating feather being left, so that in five minutes the water was as crystal-clear as ever. "What do you think of that, sir?" said Bostock, smiling.
But it was impossible, for Bostock made believe to have great difficulty in hitting that nail exactly on the head, and hammered away with all his might. "Now then, are you going to own it, sir?" cried Carey.
"You are not going to be alone," said the doctor, quietly. "Bostock will stay with you." "Oh, but that will not be right," cried the boy, eagerly. "Who knows what dangers you may run into?" "I have my gun, and I daresay I can take care of myself." "But you ought to take Bostock with you, doctor." "I think not: and besides, as we have to divide our force it ought to be done as equally as possible.
Bostock's work, neglected as it is, is one which I value very highly as a really learned compilation, full of original references. But Dr. Bostock says: "Much as the naturalist has been indebted to the microscope, by bringing into view many beings of which he could not otherwise have ascertained the existence, the physiologist has not yet derived any great benefit from the instrument."
Boat's crew well armed, and we're going to have Old King Cole out before many more minutes are gone." "Take care," cried Carey, excitedly. "Think of the danger. What are you going to do?" "Roosh him, sir, somehow or another," cried the old sailor, "and I'm a-going first." "What! He will shoot you." "Let him try," cried Bostock, grimly.
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