Part 8 (2/2)
”That ain't no answer,” said the Bloater, with a knowing smile, the knowingness of which consisted chiefly in the corners of the mouth being turned down instead of up. This peculiarity, be it carefully observed, was natural to the Bloater, who scorned every species of affectation.
Many of his young friends and admirers were wont to imitate this smile.
If they could have seen the inconceivably idiotic expressions of their countenances when they tried it, they would never have made a second effort!
”Wot a jolly lark!” said Little Jim, prefacing the remark with another ”sk.”
”Ha!” replied the Bloater, with a frown that implied the pressure of weighty matters on his mind.
After a few minutes' silence, during which the cherubic face of Little Jim underwent various contortions, the Bloater said--
”If I ain't mistaken, Jim, you and I are sound of wind and limb?”
Jim looked up in surprise, and nodded a.s.sent.
”Besides which,” continued the Bloater, ”we're rayther fleet than otherwise.”
Again Jim nodded and grinned.
”No Bobby as ever stuck 'is hignorant hinsolent 'ead into a 'elmet ever could catch us.”
”Sk!” e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Jim, expanding from ear to ear.
”Well, then,” continued the Bloater, becoming more grave and confidential, ”it's my opinion, Jim, that you and I shall 'ave a run for it to-night. It's quite plain that our hamiable friend who seems so fond o' fire-raisin' is goin' to pay 'is respects to Number 5. 'Avin'
got it well alight it is just within the bounds o' the possible--not to say prob'ble--that 'e'll give 'em leg-bail--make tracks, as the Yankees say--cut and run for it. Well, in course it would never do to let 'im go off alone, or with only a 'eavy stoopid, conceited slow-coach of a Bobby at 'is tail.”
”No, no,” responded Little Jim; ”that would never do. Quite out of the question. 'Ighly himproper.”
”Therefore,” said the Bloater, with emphasis, ”you and I shall 'ave to keep our heyes on 'im, shan't we?”
He put this concluding question with a wink of such astounding significance, that Little Jim could only reply with another ”sk!” as he stopped for a few moments to hug himself.
At the fire-station ”close to Number 5,” the firemen lounged about that evening with the air of men who, although they chanced to be idle at the moment, were nevertheless on the alert and ready for action at a moment's notice. Their large folding-doors stood open with an air of off-hand hospitality. A couple of engines stood within, glittering from excessive polish and cleanliness. Coils of hose and buckets, etcetera, were seen here and there in readiness, while in an interior room a glimpse might be had of gleaming bra.s.s helmets, which hung in a row on the wall, each with an axe pendant below it; and, opposite to these, a row of dry boots arranged on pegs with their soles to the ceiling.
The two boys lingered about the station admiring all this, and commenting in their own peculiar fas.h.i.+on on men and things, sometimes approvingly, often critically, and now and then disparagingly. They sometimes ventured to address a remark or two to any of the men who chanced to look at them with a sufficiently good-humoured expression, and even went the length of asking Bob Clazie if, in the event of the Thames going on fire, ”'e thought 'e could manage to put it hout!” to which Bob replied that he thought he could if ”cheek” were a fire-extinguisher, and he only had a brigade of boys equal to the Bloater to help him.
As the night advanced the firemen devoted themselves to pipes, draughts, and miscellaneous conversation in their back room, in which they were occasionally interrupted by the tingle of the telegraphic bell, to inform them that there was a chimney on fire in Holborn, to which they need pay no attention, even though ”called” by an excited informer, because it was already being attended to, and didn't merit farther notice; or to let them know that there was a fire raging in Whitechapel, which, although being most energetically looked after by the men of the brigade in its immediate neighbourhood, would be the better of aid, nevertheless, from _one_ man from that station.
On such distant duty, Bob Clazie and his brother David were successively sent out in different directions during the first part of the night; but they returned in the course of an hour or so--Bob considerably dirtied and moistened in consequence of having had to go vigorously into action at the tail end of a fire, while David returned as he went, having found that _his_ fire had been effectually got under before his arrival.
Only once during the night did a regular ”call” reach the station. It was about eleven o'clock. Our youthful watchmen, feeling that the appointed hour was drawing nigh, had retired to the shade of a neighbouring court to avoid observation, when a man came tearing round the corner, dashed into the fire-station, tumbled over a bucket into the midst of the men, and yelled, ”Fire!”
In three minutes the engine was out, the horses were attached, the men in their places, and away they went.
”Oh! let's follow,” cried Little Jim, enthusiastically, while his eyes glittered as if they, too, were on fire.
The more sedate Bloater laid his hand heavily on his little friend's shoulder.
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