Volume Ii Part 46 (1/2)

”I couldn't think where that fellow, Stebbins, had got to; if you have nothing for him to do here, Hazlehurst, he is wanted yonder.”

Harry and the sailor accordingly parted. After exchanging a few words to conclude their agreement, they both returned to the beach.

The Petrel seemed to be getting under way again; Smith and de Vaux, who had just returned from the wood with their guns, and Charlie, who had just left his sketching apparels, were standing together looking on when Harry joined them.

”I didn't know what had become of you,” said Charlie. ”What a long yarn that fellow seemed to be telling you!”

”It was well worth hearing,” said Harry, with a significant look at his friend.

”Really? I had some hope it might prove so from the man's look,”

added Charlie, comprehending at once the drift of the conversation, though he had little idea of its complete success in unravelling the plot

”You shall hear it before long,” added Harry.

”When you please; in the mean time I wish you joy of any good news!”

”But what are you about here, de Vaux? I thought we were to remain on the island till sun-set.”

”So we shall; but it seems that fellow, Black Bob, has forgot the vegetables I ordered him to bring from Nantucket; we have discovered a house with something like a garden on the opposite point, and I am going to send Bob with the boy Sam on a foraging expedition; I dare say they will find potatoes and onions at least. That is the spot; do you see the apple-trees? With the gla.s.s I saw a woman moving about, and milk-pans drying in the sun.”

”Why don't you send the boat?”

”Stryker hasn't come back yet, and there is wind enough to carry the Petrel over and back again in half an hour.”

”Smith and I are going as commanding officers; and you will have a much better dinner for our exertions, no doubt,” said Charlie.

”Holloa, there, Bob--Sam!--tumble on board; mind you bring all the garden-stuff they can spare. You Bob, see if you can pick up half you contrived to forget, sir, at Nantucket. You deserve to be made to swim across for it,” said de Vaux.

”Never could swim a stroke in my born days, sir,” muttered Black Bob.

”There isn't much choice of sa'ace at Nantucket, anyway,” added the boy Sam.

{”sa'ace” = sauce, a slang term for vegetables}

”Here we go,” said Charlie, jumping lightly on board, followed by Smith.

”It is possible you may find some melons, Hubbard; don't forget to ask for them,” said de Vaux.

”Ay, ay, sir,” replied Charlie, nodding as the Petrel moved off.

The boy was steering, while Black Bob and the gentlemen tended the sails; and the little schooner glided gracefully on her way, with a light breeze, sufficiently favourable.

Harry went to take a look at Charlie's sketch, which he found just as the young artist had left it--spirited and true to nature as usual, but only half-finished. De Vaux looked into the chowder pot, where all seemed to be going on well. He then joined Harry, and the young men continued walking together near the shanty, where preparations for dinner were going on under the charge of Stebbins and the acting steward of the cruise.

”It is nearly time Stryker made his appearance with the fish,”

said Harry.

”If the sport is good, we shan't see him this hour yet,” replied de Vaux. ”He will only come back in time to put the finis.h.i.+ng stroke to the chowder.”

”If he waits too long he will have a shower,” observed Harry, pointing eastward, where dark clouds were beginning to appear above the wood.