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I climbed in, and old Teggley drew out the corners of his lips and grinned as if he was glad that Bob Chowne was so miserable. For Bob did not move, only sat with his hands supporting his face, staring down before him, bent, miserable, and dejected. "What's the matter, Bob?" I said, trying to be cheerful. "Got the toothache?" "Yes," he said sourly, "all over." "Get out! What is it?
Then I began to think about old Jonas, and the possibility of his getting a lot of men and coming and making an attack. There had been a rumour that he and his people had once, many years ago, had a fight with the king's men; but when Bob Chowne and I talked to him about it, Bigley fired up and said it was all nonsense. But it occurred before he was born.
"He won't hurt us. He can't, because he is my father's tenant, and if he did he'd have to go." "Don't talk like that, Sep," whispered Bigley. "It's bad enough now, and it would be worse then." "I say, what chaps you two are!" cried Bob Chowne. "Why don't you talk to a fellow?" No one answered, and Bob turned sulky and went and sat on the front of the cart, where he began to whistle.
I suppose it was an uneasy movement made by Bob Chowne that awoke me, and as I started away, and looked round at the darkness, and felt the motion of the boat, I trembled, and could not for the time make out where I was, or what all this peculiar sensation of cramped stiffness meant.
We shall get across all right." Setting the boat's head as nearly as we could guess toward the opposite shore, we began to row; and, though it was winter time, we were not long before we were pretty warm, and Bob Chowne unwillingly took his turn. But we made poor progress. Miles take a great deal of getting over with a small boat in the open sea at the best of times.
For it seemed to me that it might be very nice for my father to have found a mine of lead and silver, and that it would be very interesting to see it dug out and melted, as we had melted those pieces that day of course in a large way; but I did not feel as if I wanted to be rich, and I would a great deal rather then have been wandering out there on the cliff with Bob Chowne or Bigley Uggleston, when I heard a shout, and, looking in the direction, there, high up on the cliff path, and coming towards me with long strides, was my last-named school-fellow.
I remember that day so well because it was marked by a big black stone, of which more by and by; and everything connected with our doings that morning seems to stand out quite clear, as the Welsh coast did under the clear blue sky. We reached our first pool, and Bob Chowne shouted, "There's one!" while I was certain I saw two more.
"No, thank you, young wisdom," said Doctor Chowne. "I should like to have some result to show your father when he comes back. If you did what you say, the pot would fly all to pieces, and where would our work be then?" "I say, Doctor Chowne," I said, looking at him rather wistfully, "I wish I knew as much as you do." "Learn then," he said. "I did not know so much once upon a time."
"Yes, they looked good water-tighters," said Bigley quietly, and he seemed now to have settled down into his regular old fashion, while Bob Chowne was getting saucy. "And then his hands! Did you see his hands?" continued Bob. "I thought at first I could not eat the bread and butter he had touched. I don't believe he ever washes them." "Why, he had quite small brown hands," said Bigley.
"And now it's my turn," said the doctor. "Will you keep this, captain, from me?" "Ma foi. Yais, oui," cried the French skipper, whose eyes sparkled with pleasure as the doctor handed him a very bright peculiarly-formed knife. "I keep hims. Vat is ze mattaire vis ze young shipwrecked open boatman?" "Nothing nothing at all," said Bob Chowne hastily; but he had certainly uttered a groan.
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