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Tredgold and Chalk bade the captain a cordial good-night; but Stobell, a creature of primitive impulses, found it difficult to shake hands with him. On the way home he expressed an ardent desire to tell the captain what men of sense thought of him. The captain lit another pipe after they had gone, and for some time sat smoking and thinking over the events of the evening. Then Mr.
Chalk fell asleep, thoroughly worn out by the events of the evening and a conversation with Mr. Stobell and Mr. Tredgold, whom he had met on the way home waiting for him. The opinion of Mr. Tredgold senior, an opinion in which Mr. Stobell fully acquiesced, was that Mr. Chalk had ruined everything by displaying all along a youthful impetuosity sadly out of place in one of his years and standing.
Stobell's hospitals, widows, and orphans, he pointed out a score of reasons why the captain should consent, and wound up with a glowing picture of Miss Drewitt as the heiress of the wealthiest man in Binchester. The captain heard him patiently to an end and then shook his head. "I passed my word," he said, stiffly. Mr. Stobell took his pipe out of his mouth again to offer a little encouragement.
"We must go back for them," said Mr. Chalk, firmly. "What! in this wind, sir?" inquired Brisket, with an indulgent laugh. "You're too much of a sailor to think that's possible, I'm sure; and it's going to last." "We must put up with the disappointment and do without'em," said Stobell. Mr. Chalk gazed helplessly ashore. "But we've got their luggage," he cried.
"Been here before, sir?" inquired the captain. Mr. Stobell, who was busy again, left the reply to Mr. Chalk. "Several times," said the latter. "I'm very fond of the sea." Captain Brisket nodded, and, taking up his glass, moved to the end of their table, with the air of a man disposed to conversation. "There's not much doing in Biddlecombe nowadays," he remarked, shaking his head.
"Get a stick and raise the skylight," said Tredgold. A loud report sounded from below. Mr. Chalk had fired a second and successful shot at the lock. "What's he doing?" inquired Stobell, blankly. A sharp exclamation from Captain Brisket was the only reply, and he turned just as Mr. Chalk, with a rifle in one hand and a revolver in the other, appeared on deck.
"As peaceable as lambs," said Captain Brisket, taking a gentle hold of the rifle, while Stobell took the revolver. Mr. Chalk smiled faintly, and then looked round in trepidation as the inmates of the galley drew near and scowled at him curiously. "Get for'ard!" cried Brisket, turning on them sharply. "Keep your own end o' the ship. D'ye hear?"
At such times Mr. Chalk took up the story, and once, when both seemed at a loss, a growling contribution came from Mr. Stobell. "Of course, you got away in the other boat," said Tredgold, nervously, when he had finished. Brisket looked round shrewdly, his wits hard at work.
A faint sound of hustling and growling, followed by a gentle bumping against the door, seemed to indicate that he or perhaps the bear was having recourse to physical force. "Come in," cried the captain. The door opened and Mr. Chalk, somewhat flushed, entered, leading Mr. Stobell.
The offender's plea that he had thought it best to strike while the iron was hot only exposed him to further contumely. "Well, it's no good talking about it," said Mr. Tredgold, impatiently. "It's all over now and done with." "Half a million clean chucked away," said Mr. Stobell. Mr.
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