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"'It struck me that if it were possible to knock up Tregaskis and his boys and the farmhand who slept on the premises, and get this boat launched through the surf, we should reach the wreck almost as soon as the life-boat. So I took a lantern and ran across the fields to the farm. Lights were burning there in two or three windows, and Mrs.
Tregaskis, in Holborn, was advertising for sale an autograph letter by Charles Darwin sending to an unknown editor a Dialogue on Species from a New Zealand newspaper, described in the letter as being "remarkable from its spirit and from giving so clear and accurate a view of Mr. D.'s theory."
Tregaskis and the two seamen had landed and stood waiting, the Commandant called upon his best service voice, concealing the shake in it: "Mr. Tregaskis!" "Sir?" "I desire a word with you." "Yes, sir." "And in private," went on the Commandant, stepping ashore and marching straight up the steps. "Certainly, sir."
While this was doing, sure enough he heard the boats putting off from the beach a cable's length away, and was just congratulating himself on having to deal with such business-like people, when his mate, Billy Tregaskis, caught hold of him by the elbow. "Hark to them oars, sir!" he whispered. "I hear 'em," said Dan'l.
The mate stared, slowly passing a hand across his chin as though to make sure of his own beard. "What indooced 'ee?" "When you're in Rome," said Captain Cai, with a somewhat forced nonchalance, "you do as the Romans do." "Do they?" asked Mr Tregaskis vaguely. "Besides, we ain't," he objected after a moment. "Crew all right?" "Upstairs," this with a jerk of the thumb. "Hey? . . . But why?
Treacher put down her nose and sniffed the basket. "Tregaskis never sold better than third-class American in all his life." "She comes from America," the Commandant hazarded. "I shouldn't advise you to build on that," said Mrs. Treacher, dubiously; "but we'll hope for the best; and with beer in the place of tea it mayn't look altogether like breakfast over again."
It's shop-soiled, he has to admit; which I only hope you'll overlook." "I've told you, my dear," put in Mr Tregaskis patiently, "that the mark was done by a Challenge Cup. The fellow was quite honest about it." "A more thoughtful man," the lady insisted, "would have consulted his wife would have brought the thing home, maybe, for a trial, to have her opinion on it.
"After a night of marvels. You've heard about the liner, sir, out in the Roads?... 'Tis all a mystery to me how she ever found her way in." "I am putting off to learn the particulars. And, by the way, Mr. Tregaskis" the Commandant paused "I intended to call in upon you on my way back." "Anything I can do for you, sir, and at any time," responded Mr. Tregaskis.
"That makes our game then, and the rubber. Rub and rub shall we play the conqueror? No? As you please then. How do we stand?" "We owe three guineas on points," growled a voice which, to judge by its sulkiness, belonged to Mr. Tregaskis. "I'm a clumsy fool," Mr. Rogers again accused himself. "Here, Whitmore, give me change out of a note." "With pleasure.
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