"Well,"he said,"he brought me a dirty pannikin!"At that word,the captain and I and Mr.Riach all looked at each other for a second with a kind of frightened look;and then Hoseason walked up to his chief officer,took him by the shoulder,led him across to his bunk,and bade him lie down and go to sleep,as you might speak to a bad child.The murderer cried a little,but he took off his sea-boots and obeyed.
"Ah!"cried Mr.Riach,with a dreadful voice,"ye should have interfered long syne.It's too late now.""Mr.Riach,"said the captain,"this night's work must never be kennt in Dysart.The boy went overboard,sir;that's what the story is;and I would give five pounds out of my pocket it was true!"He turned to the table."What made ye throw the good bottle away?"he added."There was nae sense in that,sir.
Here,David,draw me another.They're in the bottom locker;"and he tossed me a key."Ye'll need a glass yourself,sir,"he added to Riach."Yon was an ugly thing to see."So the pair sat down and hob-a-nobbed;and while they did so,the murderer,who had been lying and whimpering in his berth,raised himself upon his elbow and looked at them and at me.
That was the first night of my new duties;and in the course of the next day I had got well into the run of them.I had to serve at the meals,which the captain took at regular hours,sitting down with the officer who was off duty;all the day through Iwould be running with a dram to one or other of my three masters;and at night I slept on a blanket thrown on the deck boards at the aftermost end of the round-house,and right in the draught of the two doors.It was a hard and a cold bed;nor was I suffered to sleep without interruption;for some one would be always coming in from deck to get a dram,and when a fresh watch was to be set,two and sometimes all three would sit down and brew a bowl together.How they kept their health,I know not,any more than how I kept my own.
And yet in other ways it was an easy service.There was no cloth to lay;the meals were either of oatmeal porridge or salt junk,except twice a week,when there was duff:and though I was clumsy enough and (not being firm on my sealegs)sometimes fell with what I was bringing them,both Mr.Riach and the captain were singularly patient.I could not but fancy they were ****** up lee-way with their consciences,and that they would scarce have been so good with me if they had not been worse with Ransome.
As for Mr.Shuan,the drink or his crime,or the two together,had certainly troubled his mind.I cannot say I ever saw him in his proper wits.He never grew used to my being there,stared at me continually (sometimes,I could have thought,with terror),and more than once drew back from my hand when I was serving him.
I was pretty sure from the first that he had no clear mind of what he had done,and on my second day in the round-house I had the proof of it.We were alone,and he had been staring at me a long time,when all at once,up he got,as pale as death,and came close up to me,to my great terror.But I had no cause to be afraid of him.
"You were not here before?"he asked.
"No,sir,"said I."
"There was another boy?"he asked again;and when I had answered him,"Ah!"says he,"I thought that,"and went and sat down,without another word,except to call for brandy.
You may think it strange,but for all the horror I had,I was still sorry for him.He was a married man,with a wife in Leith;but whether or no he had a family,I have now forgotten;I hope not.
Altogether it was no very hard life for the time it lasted,which (as you are to hear)was not long.I was as well fed as the best of them;even their pickles,which were the great dainty,I was allowed my share of;and had I liked I might have been drunk from morning to night,like Mr.Shuan.I had company,too,and good company of its sort.Mr.Riach,who had been to the college,spoke to me like a friend when he was not sulking,and told me many curious things,and some that were informing;and even the captain,though he kept me at the stick's end the most part of the time,would sometimes unbuckle a bit,and tell me of the fine countries he had visited.
The shadow of poor Ransome,to be sure,lay on all four of us,and on me and Mr.Shuan in particular,most heavily.And then Ihad another trouble of my own.Here I was,doing dirty work for three men that I looked down upon,and one of whom,at least,should have hung upon a gallows;that was for the present;and as for the future,I could only see myself slaving alongside of negroes in the tobacco fields.Mr.Riach,perhaps from caution,would never suffer me to say another word about my story;the captain,whom I tried to approach,rebuffed me like a dog and would not hear a word;and as the days came and went,my heart sank lower and lower,till I was even glad of the work which kept me from thinking.
