Part 46 (1/2)

He was a brutal sort o' a man at the best o' times, an' he carried on so much that I s'pose they thought even the sarpint couldn't be worse.

Anyway, up they came, an' we all stood in a crowd watching the sarpint as it came closer and closer.

”We reckoned it to be about a hundred yards long, an' it was about the most awful-looking creetur you could ever imagine. If you took all the ugliest things in the earth and mixed 'em up-gorillas an' the like-you'd only make a hangel compared to what that was. It just hung off our quarter, keeping up with us, and every now and then it would open its mouth and let us see about four yards down its throat.

”'It seems peaceable,' whispers the fust mate, arter awhile.

”'P'raps it ain't hungry,' ses the skipper. 'We'd better not let it get peckish. Try it with a loaf o' bread.'

”The cook went below and fetched up half-a-dozen, an' one o' the chaps, plucking up courage, slung it over the side, an' afore you could say 'Jack Robinson' the sarpint had woffled it up an' was looking for more.

It stuck its head up and came close to the side just like the swans in Victoria Park, an' it kept that game up until it had 'ad ten loaves an'

a hunk o' pork.

”'I'm afraid we're encouraging it,' ses the skipper, looking at it as it swam alongside with an eye as big as a saucer c.o.c.ked on the s.h.i.+p.

”'P'raps it'll go away soon if we don't take no more notice of it,' ses the mate. 'Just pretend it isn't here.'

”Well, we did pretend as well as we could; but everybody hugged the port side o' the s.h.i.+p, and was ready to bolt down below at the shortest notice; and at last, when the beast got craning its neck up over the side as though it was looking for something, we gave it some more grub.

We thought if we didn't give it he might take it, and take it off the wrong shelf, so to speak. But, as the mate said, it was encouraging it, and long arter it was dark we could hear it snorting and splas.h.i.+ng behind us, until at last it 'ad such an effect on us the mate sent one o' the chaps down to rouse the skipper.

”'I don't think it'll do no 'arm,' ses the skipper, peering over the side, and speaking as though he knew all about sea-sarpints and their ways.

”'S'pose it puts its 'ead over the side and takes one o' the men,' ses the mate.

”'Let me know at once,' ses the skipper firmly; an' he went below agin and left us.

”Well, I was jolly glad when eight bells struck, an' I went below; an'

if ever I hoped anything I hoped that when I go up that ugly brute would have gone, but, instead o' that, when I went on deck it was playing alongside like a kitten a'most, an' one o' the chaps told me as the skipper had been feeding it agin.

”'It's a wonderful animal,' ses the skipper, 'an' there's none of you now but has seen the sea-sarpint; but I forbid any man here to say a word about it when we get ash.o.r.e.'

”'Why not, sir?' ses the second mate.

”'Becos you wouldn't be believed,' said the skipper sternly. 'You might all go ash.o.r.e and kiss the Book an' make affidavits an' not a soul 'ud believe you. The comic papers 'ud make fun of it, and the respectable papers 'ud say it was seaweed or gulls.'

”Why not take it to New York with us?' ses the fust mate suddenly.

”'What?' ses the skipper.

”'Feed it every day,' ses the mate, getting excited, 'and bait a couple of shark hooks and keep 'em ready, together with some wire rope. Git 'im to foller us as far as he will, and then hook him. We might git him in alive and show him at a sovereign a head. Anyway, we can take in his carcase if we manage it properly.'

”'By Jove! if we only could,' ses the skipper, getting excited too.

”'We can try,' ses the mate. 'Why, we could have noosed it this mornin'

if we had liked; and if it breaks the lines we must blow its head to pieces with the gun.'

”It seemed a most eggstraordinary thing to try and catch it that way; but the beast was so tame, and stuck so close to us, that it wasn't quite so ridikilous as it seemed at fust.

”Arter a couple o' days n.o.body minded the animal a bit, for it was about the most nervous thing of its size you ever saw. It hadn't got the soul of a mouse; and one day when the second mate, just for a lark, took the line of the foghorn in his hand and tooted it a bit, it flung up its 'ead in a scared sort o' way, and, after backing a bit, turned clean round and bolted.

”I thought the skipper 'ud have gone mad. He chucked over loaves o'