Part 20 (1/2)

Gaffin had an excuse for remaining at the mill, as a larger quant.i.ty of grist than usual had been brought, and, for a wonder, its long arms with the sails stretched out went merrily round and round, giving Dusty d.i.c.k ample employment. The smuggler's crew grumbled at not having their dinner cooked in time. Dusty d.i.c.k had to take charge of the kitchen in addition to his other duties, and the mill required his attention.

Gaffin had accordingly to serve out an additional supply of liquor to keep his guests quiet. He succeeded so effectually that, seasoned as they were, one and all were soon unable to quit the house, leaving him at liberty to attend to his own affairs.

”The beasts,” he said, as he looked in upon the drunken ruffians, some sleeping with their heads on the table, others fallen under it, and others stretched their length on the beds, or at the side of the room.

”They will stay there quiet enough till I want them, and no one is likely to come prying this way to disturb their slumbers.”

Securely bolting the door of the house he pa.s.sed by a back way into the mill, where, after giving some directions to Dusty d.i.c.k, he descended to the beach. A small boat lay there which he was able to launch by himself, and pulling off in her he went on board the lugger. He had left the most trusted part of his crew in her, including his mate, Tom Fidget, on whom he could always rely, not that Tom objected to get drunk ”at proper times and seasons,” as he observed, but duty first and pleasure afterwards was his maxim. His notions of duty were, to be sure, somewhat lax, according to the strict rules of morality, and his only idea of pleasure was a drunken spree on sh.o.r.e when he could leave the craft without risk of her suffering damage either from wind and weather, or the officers of the law. He was a bullet-headed fellow, with a figure almost as wide as long, small keen eyes, and a turned up nose scarcely perceptible beyond his puffed out copper-coloured cheeks.

Pipe in mouth he was taking his usual fisherman's walk, when the captain stepped on board.

”The craft shall not be kept here longer than can be helped, Tom, and you must be ready to start at a moment's notice,” he observed. ”I have some business to attend to first, however, so it won't be for a day or two, though that does not matter, as the weather promises to hold fine.

Only keep the fellows sober, for I have as many drunken men on sh.o.r.e as I can manage, and it won't do to have all the hands in the same state.

The next time it will be your turn to go on sh.o.r.e, and you may then drink as much liquor as you can hold, and enjoy yourself to your heart's content.”

Gaffin having given these directions, returned on sh.o.r.e again. Several days pa.s.sed and Gaffin again went in the evening to the Texford Arms to meet his hopeful son. The young gentleman was in, the landlady answered, in the room upstairs.

”Well, what progress have you made?” asked Gaffin, as he entered and found young Miles lounging lazily alone, a pipe in his mouth and a gla.s.s of brandy and water by his side.

”I thought I knew something about girls,” was the answer, ”and that I could come round her much as I have done with others, who wouldn't think themselves much beneath her, in our town, and I was not going to be stopped by any nonsense.”

”I don't want to hear what you thought, but what you did,” said his father.

”Well, you shall, if that's your wish,” answered Miles. ”I went to church on Sunday and had a good look at her, and thought she saw me with my eyes fixed on her from one end of the service to the other, but she hurried home among a lot of people, and I hadn't a chance of getting alongside to put in a word. For three whole days she never showed outside the gates, and I thought at last of going and calling on the old ladies with a story I had got up, but when I came to learn what sort of people they are, I found that would not do. Then I thought of another plan.”

”I tell you I don't want your thought's,” growled Gaffin. ”What were your acts?”

”That's what I was coming to,” answered Miles. ”As ill-luck would have it I was off watch when she slipped out, and I discovered had gone down to old Halliburt's. You may be sure I kept a look-out for her on her return. I saw her coming along, and thought I had got the game in my own hands, but by--” and he swore a fearful oath, ”the girl was altogether different to those I have had to do with. Beautiful, I believe you, she is, but as haughty as if she was a born princess; and just as I was going to show her what sort of a fellow I was, she slipped away and ran off towards a young chap and took his arm, just as if she had been accustomed to keep company with him. I watched them as they went by, and he seemed to be looking for me in no very friendly mood, for I saw him double his fists, and he was not the sort of fellow I wished to come to close quarters with, or I would have gone up to him and asked what he meant by carrying off the girl I was talking to.”

”The long and short of it,” said Gaffin, as soon as he could master his anger, ”is that you frightened the young lady, and got a rebuff which you might have expected. But as for the young fellow, I know who he is, and he won't interfere with you. Just do you go on and persevere, and if you do not succeed we must try other means. Marry the girl I am determined you shall, whether she likes it or not, and I can depend upon you. Remember I am not one to have my plans thwarted, least of all by my own son.”

”I will not thwart them, you may trust me for that,” answered Miles.

”The girl is about as pretty as I ever set eyes on, and I am obliged to you for putting me up to the matter. But, I say, I should like to know more about her. You led me to suppose that there is some secret you had got hold of--what is it?”

”That's nothing to you at present. Your business is to win the girl, whether she is a fisherman's or a lord's daughter. She was brought up as the Halliburt's child, though I suppose she knows that she is not, yet she has no reason to think much of herself, except on account of her good looks, and those, from what I have heard of the old ladies she lives with, they would have taught her not to pride herself on.”

Gaffin's last directions to his son were to keep himself quiet for a time, and to wait his opportunity for again meeting May under more favourable circ.u.mstances.

”I will write to Crotch and tell him that a matter of importance keeps you from returning just yet, and if good luck attends us you may not see his face again. I will not say that though, eh?” and Gaffin indulged in a chuckle, the nearest approach he ever made to a laugh.

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE.

CAUGHT IN A THUNDERSTORM.

Harry's s.h.i.+p had been paid off, and Headland having received his promotion, the two friends started in a post-chaise and four for London.

It would have been unbecoming for two naval officers, with their pockets full of prize money, to travel in a less dignified way. The last time Harry had come that road it had been on the top of a coach.

Captain Headland had been very little on sh.o.r.e in England, and everything was new to him and full of interest. The country girls at the cottage doors struck him especially.