Part 3 (1/2)

”I shouldn't do that,” said the mate gravely.

”Why not?” said the girl.

”'Tisn't discipline,” said the mate very firmly; ”it wouldn't do at all.

He's before the mast.”

”Oh, I see,” remarked Miss Alsen, smiling scornfully.

”I only mean pretend, of course,” said the mate, colouring. ”Just to oblige you.”

”Of course,” said the girl calmly. ”Well, how are we to be in love?”

The mate flushed darkly. ”I don't know much about such things,” he said at length; ”but we'll have to look at each other, and all that sort of thing, you know.”

”I don't mind that,” said the girl.

”Then we'll get on by degrees,” said the other. ”I expect we shall both find it come easier after a time.”

”Anything to get home again,” said the girl, rising and walking slowly away.

The mate began his part of the love-making at once, and, fixing a gaze of concentrated love on the object of his regard, nearly ran down a smack. As he had prognosticated, it came easy to him, and other well-marked symptoms, such as loss of appet.i.te and a partiality for bright colours, developed during the day. Between breakfast and tea he washed five times, and raised the ire of the skipper to a dangerous pitch by using the s.h.i.+p's b.u.t.ter to remove tar from his fingers.

By ten o'clock that night he was far advanced in a profound melancholy.

All the looking had been on his side, and, as he stood at the wheel keeping the schooner to her course, he felt a fellow-feeling for the hapless Towson, His meditations were interrupted by a slight figure which emerged from the companion, and, after a moment's hesitation, came and took its old seat on the skylight.

”Calm and peaceful up here, isn't it?” said he, after waiting some time for her to speak. ”Stars are very bright to-night.”

”Don't talk to me,” said Miss Alsen snappishly.

”Why doesn't this nasty little s.h.i.+p keep still? I believe it's you making her jump about like this.”

”Me?” said the mate in amazement.

”Yes, with that wheel.”

”I can a.s.sure you ”-began the mate.

”Yes, I knew you'd say so,” said the girl.

”Come and steer yourself,” said the mate; ”then you'll see.”

Much to his surprise she came, and, leaning limply against the wheel, put her little hands on the spokes, while the mate explained the mysteries of the compa.s.s. As he warmed with his subject he ventured to put his hands on the same spokes, and, gradually becoming more venturesome, boldly supported her with his arm every time the schooner gave a lurch.

”Thank you,” said Miss Alsen, coldly extricating herself, as the male fancied another lurch was coming. ”Good-night.”

She retired to the cabin as a dark figure, which was manfully knuckling the last remnant of sleep from its eyelids, stood before the mate, chuckling softly.

”Clear night,” said the seaman, as he took the wheel in his great paws.