Part 5 (1/2)
The light was certainly dih for me to see how finely fitted-up the saloon ith bird's-eye s; while the butt of the h the deck and divided the table, was handso been originally intended for the passenger trade, although since turned into a cargo shi+p, and now going out to Shanghai with a freight of Manchester goods, and Sheffield and Birham hardware
A nicely-cushi+oned seat with a reversible back, so that people could either face their cabins or the table as they pleased by shi+fting it this way and that, was fixed along either side of the table; and at the extreme aftermost end of this, behind the mizzen-mast, I saw Mr Saunders and Matthews They were co by the cups and saucers before them, and other acco themselves about it, for it was more than an hour since they had left the deck
Our appearance did not at all disco up at our entrance, while Mr Saunders motioned to Tim to take a seat beside hie--eh?” he cried, with hisyourself to an anchor, old shi+p; and bear a hand”
”Thank ye kindly, Misther Saunders; I will sorr, savin' y'r prisince,”
said Ti himself, however, on the other side of the table close to the end of the passage way by which we had entered ”I thought it toime to have a bit atwane me teeth as I haven't tasted bit nor sup since dinner, an' that war at eight bells This youngster, too, wor fa o' me”
”I' no ti up his knife and fork play while talking ”Ah, the new apprentice Mr Mackay was telling lanced over towards et on ith your shi+p his sentence by draining his tea- cup; andthis as a hint, shouted out in a tone that le: ”Ahoy there, stoo-ard!”
”Yase, yase, I coom,” replied son accent, from somewhere in the darkness beyond the foot of the the coleam of the solitary saloon lamp did not quite penetrate; ”I coom, sare, queek, queek”
”Ye'd betther corowled Tim Rooney, however, before he could say any ro's e disturbed by the boatswain's hail
”What you want--hey?” he asked angrily ”I got my bizness to do in pantry, 'fore ze cap'in coom aboard”
”What do I want, me joker?” returned Tim, in no way put out by his rude address ”I want so jintle left,” surlily answered the man ”You should coom down in ze propare time”
”The dickens I should? Confound y'r iee swab!
Allow me to till ye, Misther Paydro Carvalho--an' be the powers it's a sin ag'in the blessed Saint Pater to naly thafe as ye afther hirub whin I loikes widout axin y'r laive or license Jist ye look sharp, d'ye hear, an' git us somethin'
to ate at once!”
To emphasise his words, the boatswain ju he was going to ed to the opposite side of the table so as to have this as a sort of bulwark in between the irate Irish all the while that there was ”nuzzing” he could put on the table
”Nonsense, steward,” interposed the second hly a between their bites of bread and butter ”There's that tin of corned-beef you opened forthat”
”An' tay,” roared out Ti, the dark little ht, swiftly retreated into the darkness of his pantry,to rub, Misther Gray-ham, wouldn't ye now?”
”Yes,” I said
”Tay for two, ye spalpeen!” he thereupon roared out a second time; ”an'
ye'd betther look sharp, too, d'ye hear?”
The answer to this was a tres clattering about and rolling on the floor, as if all the crockery in the shi+p was broken, whereat Tiether into one sihter
”Tare an' 'ouns, he's at it ag'in!” cried the boatshen he was able to speak; ”he's at it ag'in!”