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"I declare if the world was to come to an end you'd sit quiet an' never say a word." "I dessay I should. I'd leave you to speak up for me." "Baint'ee goin' to say nothin', then?" "Iss; I'm goin' to lay it before the Lord." So down 'pon their knees these old souls went upon the limeash, and asked for guidance, and Cap'n Jacka, after a while, stretched out his hand to the shelf for Wesley's Hymns.
Job put off that evening in something like a flutter of spirits; for to tell the truth half a dozen of the shareholders had been cutting up rough over his treatment of Jacka, and here was an answer for them, and proof that he'd been right in preaching up Dick Hewitt to be worth ten of the old man.
It was late autumn when they went back to Cloom, and under John-James' watchful care the harvest was all in; he awaited them at the station in the smart new trap that had been a present from the miller, and Katie Jacka, with a tight-lipped smile upon her face and a heart full of contempt for a mistress whom privately she considered no better than herself, was hovering between kitchen and passage when they drove up, with a large bouquet of bought flowers swaddled in a stiff paper frill ready as an offering.
"Help me pick him up, you two," ordered Killigrew to Jacka; "and you there, go ahead with the light. Who is the fastest runner?" "I'll go for doctor," said Archelaus. "'Tes my right. He'n my brother." He boggled a little at the word. "You!" began Killigrew, then stopped. His quick intuition had told him how important it was to Archelaus also to be the first to get the doctor.
By the time the men tumbled up, Jacka had his helm up, and the Van der Werf, with sheets pinned, was leaning to it and knocking up the unholiest sputter. "All right, my lads. Don't stand glazing at me like stuck pigs. Stand by to slacken sheets. I'm going to gybe her." Well, they obeyed, though not a man of them could guess what he was after.
So he takes Jacka off to the Market Strand, calls for a waterman's wherry, and inside of ten minutes they were being pulled out to the Roads. "There's your ship," says Mr. Rogers, as they pushed out beyond the old dock into Carrick Roads. Jacka opened first his eyes and then his mouth.
"Very good of you, to be sure," allowed Jacka. "But that isn't all. I owe you something on my own account, and if there's any small favour I can do you, in reason " "Well, since you put it so friendly, I'd like an hour or so ashore." "Ashore? What, to-night?" "It's my home, you see," Jacka explained; "and my old woman lives there." "You don't say so?
"Was never considered so," answered Jacka, very modest. "She's put about and after us," said the skipper, after a long stare over his right shoulder. "She'll have us in less than three hours. There's one thing to be done, and that's to stow me somewheres out of the way; for if anyone on board of her catches sight of me, the game's up. S'pose we try the lazarette, if you have such a place.
Kat-ie! Passon's here, and you'm to fetch Philip and come up to wance." More feet sounded on the stairs, clattering hobnails among them, and Annie returned, accompanied by Katie Cotton, the dairymaid, and her sweetheart, Philip Jacka. Philip was a lithe, restless youth, with curly hair that caught the light and bright, glinting eyes.
Philip Jacka, who was now headman at the farm, presided at the labourer's supper in the big barn, whither everyone would presently repair, including Ishmael, if he were not too sleepy. The Parson divided his attention between him and Mr. Lenine, who was expanding to greater and greater geniality, always with that something veiled behind his eyes.
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