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Updated: June 9, 2025
He drew his chair to the table and helped himself, and, filling his mouth with cold meat and pickles, enlarged on his plans for the capture of his assailant; plans to which the undecided Miss Pilbeam turned a somewhat abstracted ear. By the time her father had finished his supper she was trying, but in vain, to devise means for the prisoner's escape.
At intervals he turned a red-rimmed and reproachful eye on Miss Pilbeam. "You want a wash and some breakfast," she said, softly, "especially a wash. There's water and a towel, and while you're making yourself tidy I'll be getting breakfast." The skipper hobbled to the wash-stand, and, dipping his head in a basin of cool water, began to feel himself again.
She stood trying in vain to make up her mind. "Upstairs," she said. "Quick!" and, leading the way, entered her father's bedroom, and, after a moment's thought, opened the door of a cupboard in the corner. "Get in there," she whispered. "But " objected the astonished Bligh. The front door was heard to open. "Police!" said Miss Pilbeam, in a thrilling whisper.
The skipper favored him with a glance the dignity of which was somewhat impaired by his complexion, and in a slow and stately fashion ascended to the deck. Then he caught his breath sharply and paled beneath the coaldust as he saw Sergeant Pilbeam standing on the quay, opposite the ship.
"We had words," said the skipper. "I don't like policemen fat policemen and while we were talking he happened to lose his balance and go over into some mud that was swept up at the side of the road." "Lost his balance?" gasped the horrified Miss Pilbeam. The skipper was flattered at her concern. "You would have laughed if you had seen him," he said, smiling.
"Fat policeman," said the skipper, jauntily, twisting his moustache. Miss Pilbeam, only daughter of Sergeant Pilbeam, caught her breath sharply. "What have you been doing?" she inquired, as soon as she could control her voice. "Nothing," said the skipper, airily, "nothing. I was kicking a stone along the path and he told me to stop it." "Well?" said Miss Pilbeam, impatiently.
"Don't look so frightened; he hasn't got me yet." "No," said the girl, slowly. "Not yet." She gazed at him with such a world of longing in her eyes that the skipper, despite a somewhat large share of self-esteem, was almost startled. "And he shan't have me," he said, returning her gaze with interest. Miss Pilbeam stood in silent thought.
A horrified groan from the cupboard fell like music on her ears. Then the smile forsook her lips, and she stood quivering with indignation as the groan gave way to suppressed but unmistakable laughter. "H'sh!" she said sharply, and with head erect sailed out of the room and went downstairs to give Mr. Pilbeam his breakfast.
There are one or two colliers in the harbor, and if you took off your coat I could send it on afterwards rubbed yourself all over with coal-dust, and shaved off your moustache, I believe you would escape." "Shave!" ejaculated the skipper, in choking accents. "Rub ! Coal-dust!" "It's your only chance," said Miss Pilbeam.
"I was afraid you would lose your breath," explained the skipper, awkwardly. "You are not angry, are you?" He was so genuinely relieved when she said, "No," that Miss Pilbeam, despite her father's wrongs, began to soften a little.
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