Part 17 (1/2)
”'Well,' he said, 'well, you needn't be in such a sweat to jump down a man's throat. I've got my swag under the bed, and I was just going to ask you for the loan of the rope when you're done with it.'
”Well, we chummed. His name was Tom--Tom--something, I forget the other name, but it doesn't matter. Have you got the matches?”
He wasted three matches, and continued--
”There was a lot of old galvanized iron lying about under the window, and I was frightened the swag would make a noise; anyway, I'd have to drop the rope, and that was sure to make a noise. So we agreed for one of us to go down and land the swag. If we were seen going down without the swags it didn't matter, for we could say we wanted to go out in the yard for something.”
”If you had the swag you might pretend you were walking in your sleep,”
I suggested, for the want of something funnier to say.
”Bosh,” said Jack, ”and get woke up with a black eye. Bus.h.i.+es don't generally carry their swags out of pubs in their sleep, or walk neither; it's only city swells who do that. Where's the blessed matches?
”Well, Tom agreed to go, and presently I saw a shadow under the window, and lowered away.
”'All right?' I asked in a whisper.
”'All right!” whispered the shadow.
”I lowered the other swag.
”'All right?'
”'All right!' said the shadow, and just then the moon came out.
”'All right!' says the shadow.
”But it wasn't all right. It was the landlord himself!
”It seems he got up and went out to the back in the night, and just happened to be coming in when my mate Tom was sneaking out of the back door. He saw Tom, and Tom saw him, and smoked through a hole in the palings into the scrub. The boss looked up at the window, and dropped to it. I went down, funky enough, I can tell you, and faced him. He said:
”'Look here, mate, why didn't you come straight to me, and tell me how you was fixed, instead of sneaking round the trouble in that fas.h.i.+on?
There's no occasion for it.'
”I felt mean at once, but I said: 'Well, you see, we didn't know you, boss.'
”'So it seems. Well, I didn't think of that. Anyway, call up your mate and come and have a drink; we'll talk over it afterwards.' So I called Tom. 'Come on,' I shouted. 'It's all right.'
”And the boss kept us a couple of days, and then gave us as much tucker as we could carry, and a drop of stuff and a few bob to go on the track again with.”
”Well, he was white, any road.”
”Yes. I knew him well after that, and only heard one man say a word against him.”
”And did you stoush him?”
”No; I was going to, but Tom wouldn't let me. He said he was frightened I might make a mess of it, and he did it himself.”