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"I am not," Granet replied, "or I shouldn't have needed to bring you to sea. I know all about you, Job Rowsell. You're doing very well and you may do a bit better by and by. Now sit tight and keep a still tongue in your head." They were in a queer part of the broken, rocky island group.
I shall be of age in a few months, and the house on the estate that comes to me then can be enlarged a bit, and will do very well." "Not at all, Vincent. Annie will be married next month. Herbert Rowsell was here two days ago, and it's all settled. So I shall be alone here.
"I want to run out to the Bishop Lighthouse," Granet announced. Rowsell shook his head. "It's no sort of a day to face the Atlantic, sir," he declared. "We'll try a spin round St. Mary and White Island, if you like." Granet fastened his oilskins and stooped for a moment to alter one of the sails. "Look here," he said, taking his seat at the tiller, "this is my show, Job Rowsell.
Then, with the spray beating in their faces, they swung around and made for the opening between the two islands. For a time the business of sailing kept them both occupied. In two hours' time they were standing out towards Bishop Lighthouse. Job Rowsell took a long breath and filled a pipe with tobacco. He was looking more himself now.
"You fellows don't need to get bad-tempered with one another," he observed. "Look here, I shall have three days here. I'll take one of you each day make a fair thing of it, eh? You to-morrow, Nichols, and you the next day Lethbridge. I'm not particular about the weather, as Job Rowsell can tell you, and I've sailed a boat since I was a boy. I'm no land-lubber, am I, Rowsell?"
An officer in German naval uniform struggled up and called out. Granet spoke to him rapidly in German. Job Rowsell started at them both, then he drew a flask from his pocket and took a long pull. The submarine grew nearer and Granet tossed a small roll of paper across the chasm of waters. All that passed between the two men was to Job Rowsell unintelligible.
"I'll bring her round the point there," he said, "and we'll come up the Channel and home by Bryher." "You'll do nothing of the sort," Granet ordered. "Keep her head out for the open sea till I tell you to swing round." Rowsell looked at his passenger with troubled face. "Are you another of 'em?" he asked abruptly. "Don't you mind who I am," Granet answered. "I'm on a job I'm going to see through.
Rowsell stared at him for a moment but acquiesced. They pulled across and boarded the Saucy Jane. A boy whom they found on the deck took the boat back. Rowsell set his sails slowly but with precision. The moment he stepped on board he seemed to become an altered man. "Where might you be wanting to go?" he asked. "You'll need them oilskins, sure."
Granet emerged from the Tregarten Hotel at St. Mary's on the following morning, about half-past eight, and strolled down the narrow strip of lawn which bordered the village street. A couple of boatmen advanced at once to meet him. Granet greeted them cheerily. "Yes, I want a boat," he admitted. "I'd like to do a bit of sailing. A friend of mine was here and had a chap named Rowsell Job Rowsell.
I shall be of age in a few months, and the house on the estate that comes to me then can be enlarged, and will do very well." "Not at all, Vincent. Annie will be married next month. Herbert Rowsell was here two days ago, and it's all settled. So I shall be alone here.
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