Part 28 (2/2)

When the boat was hauled up we got out, and it was very odd to stretch your legs on land again. It felt shakier than being on sea. The red-haired boy went off to get a cart to take the s.h.i.+ning fish to market, and Oswald decided to face the mixed-up smells of that cabin and wake d.i.c.ky.

d.i.c.ky was not grateful to Oswald for his thoughtful kindness in letting him sleep through the perils of the deep and his own uncomfortableness.

He said, ”I do think you might have waked a chap. I've simply been out of everything.”

Oswald did not answer back. His is a proud and self-restraining nature.

He just said--

”Well, hurry up, now, and see them cart the fish away.”

So we hurried up, and as Oswald came out of the cabin he heard strange voices, and his heart leaped up like the persons who ”behold a rainbow in the sky,” for one of the voices was the voice of that inferior and unsailorlike coastguard from Longbeach, who had gone out of his way to be disagreeable to Oswald and his brothers and sisters on at least two occasions. And now Oswald felt almost sure that his disagreeablenesses, though not exactly curses, were coming home to roost just as though they had been.

”You're missing your beauty sleep, Stokes,” we heard our Viking remark.

”I'm not missing anything else, though,” replied the coastguard.

”Like half a dozen mackerel for your breakfast?” inquired Mr. Benenden in kindly accents.

”I've no stomach for fish, thank you all the same,” replied Mr. Stokes coldly.

He walked up and down on the beach, clapping his arms to keep himself warm.

”Going to see us unload her?” asked Mr. Benenden.

”If it's all the same to you,” answered the disagreeable coastguard.

He had to wait a long time, for the cart did not come, and did not come, and kept on not coming for ages and ages. When it did the men unloaded the boat, carrying the fish by basketfuls to the cart.

Every one played up jolly well. They took the fish from the side of the hold where the keg wasn't till there was quite a deep hole there, and the other side, where the keg really was, looked like a mountain in comparison.

This could be plainly seen by the detested coastguard, and by three of his companions who had now joined him.

It was beginning to be light, not daylight, but a sort of ghost-light that you could hardly believe was the beginning of suns.h.i.+ne, and the sky being blue again instead of black.

The hated coastguard got impatient. He said--

”You'd best own up. It'll be the better for you. It's bound to come out, along of the fish. I know it's there. We've had private information up at the station. The game's up this time, so don't you make no mistake.”

Mr. Benenden and the Viking and the boy looked at each other.

”An' what might your precious private information have been about?”

asked Mr. Benenden.

”Brandy,” replied the coastguard Stokes, and he went and got on to the gunwale. ”And what's more, I can smell it from here.”

Oswald and d.i.c.ky drew near, and the refreshment-room smell was stronger than ever. And a brown corner of the keg was peeping out.

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