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Updated: June 12, 2025
"Keep your bugle handy and sound it when Wort says, 'Charge!" Juggie proudly brandished a fish-horn which he had borrowed of Simes Badger. "Shoulder arms!" screamed Wort. "Ground arms!" "Ow, my teeth!" squeaked Pip, whose foot had been vigorously rammed by Billy Grimes. "Order arms! Present arms! March! Charge!"
"Then some one will come and get me, I hope," thought Wort. He patiently waited, watching the dark gurgling river and the brightening sky. About six o'clock Simes Badger pushed off his boat from the light-house dock, leaving his assistant in charge. "I must get my breakfast," he said. He leisurely rowed up the river. "Ah," thought Simes, "there is Skipper Wentworth's new craft.
He saw one light shining from a house window, and thought it must signify a sick person or an early riser. Then he heard a cock crowing. "Never knew a rooster had such a pleasant voice before," he said. All that he could do was to wait until Simes Badger's light went out, and day filled the eastern sky, and not only roosters but human beings were stirring in Seamont.
Charlie turned, somewhat startled, and there was Simes Badger himself. "She has gone out, I guess, sir." "What are you looking at that door for? I don't believe your Aunt Stanshy wants you to open it." "O, I was not going to open it." If, after the half-effaced chalk-marks, Charlie had seen a written threat, "On pain of death," he could not have been more determined to let that window alone.
Soon after this, Charlie went out into the barn. It had a deserted look, especially up in the chamber. "No White Shields here now," he said, mournfully. That fastened window, too, the nail driven securely above the hook and staple, had a mournful look to Charlie's soul. He remembered the story that Simes Badger had told him about this window and the closed door below.
You all alone?" "I got asleep in the cabin, and they left me here." "And you been here all night? It is a wonder the sharks didn't eat you," said Simes, who had a very vivid imagination. "The sharks?" "Well, no matter about them things. I s'pose now you want to go home?" "Yes, if I can get down into your boat." "I'm willin' to take you if you can get down." "Couldn't I shin down the chain-cable?"
He told the story to all the village gossips of the masculine sex who gathered at the grocery as soon as they had swallowed their tea and had done as few chores at home as possible. "Well!" said Simes, laughing. He was a gaunt, long-drawn-out man, owning a straggling, gray beard, a pair of brown, twinkling eyes, and a nasal voice. "I saw something, to-day, that beat the Dutch.
He rowed close up to the vessel's side, and there detained his boat in the still, sparkling stream, raised his weather-tanned face, and saw a very fresh, boyish face looking down. "O, Mr. Badger, come and get me!" "Wort Wentworth, is that you?" Simes knew that Wort had a reputation for scrapes, but was not prepared for this appearance under the present circumstances. "What are you doin' there?
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