Part 31 (2/2)

”Ain't you just the prettiest little thing, bouncin' around up there so gay.” Before I can do anything, he stuffs the bill down my s.h.i.+rtfront. ”Now let's see how you bounces without yer s.h.i.+rt!” The rest of the house roars its approval.

I turn to Gully with my mouth open and say, ”What?” and he just shrugs and says, ”Why not?”

I look back at the crowd and another bloke has pulled out another crumpled bill. He throws it at my feet. It's a twenty, and we ain't never been tipped a twenty before.

Really scared now, I looks to Gully for help, but he just looks at me real hard and says, ”Do it.”

I look hard back at him. ”So now you're a pimp, as well.” I pull the bill out of my bodice and throw it on the floor and ram my whistle back in my vest and heads for the ...by G.o.d, they're tryin to close the door I I'll be trapped in here! I whip out me s.h.i.+v and hold it out in front of me and the bloke who's closin' the door thinks better of it and moves back and I'm out the door and into the cool night air.

I put me s.h.i.+v back in its usual spot in me vest and stand there, my chest heavin' with the anger that's ragin' through me. Then the door is jerked open and Gully lunges out and I rushes at him and sticks my finger in his face and shouts, ”What the h.e.l.l were you thinkin' of in there? What kind of girl-”

The back of his hand hits my face and I go to my knees.

He pulls my face up to his and says, ”Listen, b.i.t.c.h. You're gonna go back in there and do exactly what they say. Understand? Exactly what they-”

Through the fog of my shattered mind, I realize the men are pouring out the door, calling out to Gully.

That's it, teach her a lesson!

Show 'er 'er place!

d.a.m.n b.u.m show. Waste of time, it was...

Gully yells after era, ”Wait! Wait! Come back. She'll do it ... d.a.m.n, they're leaving! G.o.ddammit! Twenty-five dollars and that was just to start! Now, nothing! You...” And he rounds on me kneeling there helpless, and he b.a.l.l.s his fist and brings it cras.h.i.+n' down on my eye. My head explodes in pain and shock, and he lets go of me neck and I fall in a heap of weepin' misery to the cobblestones. He gives me another curse and goes back inside.

I lie there for a while and then I get up and stagger over to an alleyway. I get in there and I lie back down 'cause I'm so dizzy with the force of his blow that I can't stand right. I put my hand to my eye and feel that it is already beginning to swell. In a while I get up and go to the Pig.

When I get there, I don't go inside but instead go around the back to Bob's work shed and take his wheelbarrow from where it leans against a wall. I set off rattlin' back down to Skivareen's, and when I gets there, I puts the wheelbarrow back in the shadows of the alleyway. I can hear Gully rantin' and ravin' inside, and I sits down to wait.

He's thrown out into the street at about two o'clock in the morning, barely conscious. The Lady Lenore comes flying out soon after, but I manage to break her fall.

I bring the wheelbarrow up next to him and I say, ”Come on, Gully, we've got to get you home. Up now.” I put my hands under his arms and help him to his feet.

”Moneymaker?” he says, his voice all thick and stupid. ”Where you been?” He tries to focus on me, but he can't. ”Lenore?”

”I've got her, she's safe. Over here now, Gully.” I get him between the handles of the barrow and eases him back. I need him far enough forward with his weight over the wheel so that I'll be able to lift him. There. That's good. ”Lie back, Gully. Lie back and sleep.”

He does. Soon he snores.

I lift my skirts and untie the lengths of rope that I had tied there. I tie each of his ankles to the wheelbarrow handles then I tie one end of a piece of rope around one wrist and pull that arm over the side of the box and I take the rope underneath and wrap it around the wheel housing a few times and then bring it up on the other side to his other wrist. I tuck in the ends so they will not drag.

Then I take the small ball of rags that I had put in my pocket and I pinch Gully's nostrils shut and when he gasps and opens his mouth, I crams the gag in.

There. Time to go. I sling the Lady Lenore over my shoulder and I grab the handles and lift. Not too bad. I've got about two hundred yards to the water. I can make it.

I rattle off down the street and the jarring motion of the hard wooden wheel over the cobblestones wakes Gully and he looks about in confusion. He notices that his hands and feet are tied and he starts struggling.

”I knows how to tie the knots, Gully, as I've been to sea. The more you struggle, the tighter they'll get.” He struggles anyway, mumbling into his gag.

My eye is almost completely swollen shut, and now I can't see out of it at all.

”You hit me, Gully, you did. You was my partner and was supposed to look out for me, but you didn't. What you did was take me to that place where I didn't want to go and try to make me do something I didn't want to do, just so's you could buy more of that green stuff.”

Gully's shaking his head back and forth.

”You prolly don't even remember doin' this to me, Gully, right? I see you shakin' your head, but you did it, Gully, you put your mark on me, and you'll do it again the next time you get drunk and I can't let that happen, I can't. I got to get rid of you, Gully. I'm sorry, but I do.”

At this, his eyes grow wide and he cranes his head about to look where we're goin' and he sees that we're goin' toward the water. The look in his eyes changes from one of confusion to fear. He makes a loud sound into the gag and redoubles his thras.h.i.+ng about. It don't do him no good.

'Cause of my tiredness and my throbbin' eye, I'm startin' to ramble and sometimes I make sense and sometimes I don't.

”What's it gonna be like if I lose me eye, Gully? If my Jaimy comes again for me, will I lift my face to him and show him a gaping empty eyehole? Or an eye that's all filmed over, disgustin' milky white, staring out all blind at nothin'?

”You don't know this about me, Gully, but in some quarters I'm known as b.l.o.o.d.y Jack 'cause I killed two men by my own hand. Yes, it's true. It's also true that they had it comin' just like you got it comin', Gully, but it still weighs heavy on my soul.”

The fear in his eyes has been replaced by pure terror. He cranes his head and twists his neck around again and sees that we're about halfway to the water. He makes mewling sounds.

”You know, Gully, it's such a shame. We had a really good act. People really liked us. Good people, not like those sc.u.m back there. And, yes, I know you're sorry and you'll make it right and I know you'll say that we'll get the act back together again and it'll be like it was, but we won't, Gully, 'cause you'll just get drunk again and mess it up.”

I stop and put the barrow down for a second to rest. ”Surprised I can do this, Gully? Well, I'm little, but I'm strong, I am.” Then I lift him up again and we press on.

His eyes get bigger and bigger and he looks frantically about for some pa.s.serby to save him, but there ain't n.o.body out this late, and if we do run across someone, well, I got a story already cooked up: Poor Dad, when he's like this, it's the only way we can get him home. What a trial he is to poor Mum, Sir, you can well imagine...

”Yes, Gully, it's a shame. You were a great fiddler, you just weren't much of a man.”

Gully groans in despair as we roll up onto the planks of the wharf. We go on for a while and then I pulls up next to the eighty-eight-gun HMS Redoubt, looming up there above us in the gloom of the early morning. I put down Gully and the barrow.

”Ahoy, the quarterdeck!” I shouts up.

An officer steps out on the gangway and says, ”What do you want?”

”Beggin' your pardon, Sir, but this here gentleman has expressed a desire to return to sea.”

The Officer of the Deck barks out a short laugh. ”He has, has he? He looks like he's right tied up in knots about it.”

”Aye, Sir. He is Gulliver MacFarland, a prime seaman and a British citizen-Scottish, he is-so you won't anger the locals by takin' him. He was foretopman on the Solstice-that much is true-the rest he tells you will be lies.”

Other men are called and they start down the gangway. Gully, his fear of death gone, looks at me with cold hatred.

”They're finally getting the Hero of Culloden Moor, ain't they, Gully,” says I. ”I found out about that, too. You warn't the Hero of Culloden Moor, you warn't the hero of nothin'. You only found glory at the bottom of a bottle. What a fool I was.”

The sailors come and stand around Gully. ”You are sure he is a Scotsman?” says the officer.

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