Blue Jackets: The Log of the Teaser

  CHAPTER FOUR.

  DOUBLE ALLOWANCE.

  No time was lost in getting out of the mouth of the river, and as soonas the bustle and excitement of the start was over, we three were sentfor to the cabin to relate our adventures to the captain, the firstlieutenant being present to put in a word now and then.

  "The brutes!" the captain kept on muttering from time to time, and MrReardon nodded and tightened his lips.

  "Well, young gentlemen," he said, when Barkins, who as eldest had beenspokesman, finished his recital, "I can do nothing. If you had allthree been brutally murdered, of course the Government could have maderepresentations to the authorities, and your families would have securedcompensation."

  We glanced at one another.

  "But as, unfortunately--I mean fortunately--you have neither of you gota scratch, I can do nothing."

  "But they were so awfully savage with us, sir," said Smith.

  "Yes, Mr Smith, so I suppose. It is their nature; but we cannot punishan unknown mob. We must try and administer the castigationvicariously."

  "Please, sir, I don't understand you," said Smith. "Do you mean--"

  "Set a vicar to talk to them, Mr Smith? No, I do not. I mean, as wehave very good information about three or four piratical junks being inthe straits between here and Amoy, we must come down heavily upon them,and administer the punishment there."

  Mr Reardon nodded, and rubbed his hands.

  "This scrape of yours, though, will be a most severe lesson to me,"continued the captain. "It was very weak and easy of me to give you allleave for a run ashore. I ought to have referred you to Mr Reardon.But you may take it for granted that I shall not err again in this way.You can return on deck."

  "Oh, what a jolly shame!" grumbled Barkins. "And there was old Reardonchuckling over it, and looking as pleased as Punch. Who'd be a middy?It's like being in a floating prison."

  But it was a very pleasant floating prison all the same, I could nothelp thinking, as we gradually got farther out from the land, over whichthe sun was sinking fast, and lighting up the mountain-tops with gold,while the valleys rapidly grew dark. Every one on the clean white deckwas full of eager excitement, and the look-out most thoroughly on the_qui vive_. For the news that we were going up northward in search ofsome piratical junks sent a thrill through every breast. It meant work,the showing that we were doing some good on the China station, andpossibly prize-money, perhaps promotion for some on board, though ofcourse not for us.

  We had been upon the station several months, but it had not been ourgood fortune to capture any of the piratical scoundrels about whosedoings the merchants--Chinese as well as European--were loud incomplaint. And with justice, for several cruel massacres of crews hadtaken place before the ships had been scuttled and burned; besides,quite a dozen had sailed from port never to be heard of more; while theonly consolation Captain Thwaites had for his trips here and there, andpursuit of enemies who disappeared like Flying Dutchmen, was that thepresence of our gunboat upon the coast no doubt acted as a preventative,for we were told that there used to be three times as many acts ofpiracy before we came.

  And now, as we glided along full sail before a pleasant breeze, with thetopgallant sails ruddy in the evening light, there seemed at last someprospect of real business, for it had leaked out that unless CaptainThwaites' information was very delusive, the Chinamen had quite arendezvous on one of the most out-of-the-way islands off Formosa, fromwhence they issued, looking like ordinary trading-boats, and that it wasdue to this nest alone that so much mischief had been done.

  A good meal down below, without dog or rat, as Barkins put it, had, inaddition to a comfortable wash and change, made us forget a good deal ofour weariness; and, as we were still off duty, we three loitered aboutthe deck, picking up all the information we could regarding the way inwhich the news had been brought, in exchange for accounts of our ownadventures, to insure credence in which Barkins carried about thenearly-divided telescope which had stood us in such good stead.

  It was rapidly growing dark, when, close under the bulwarks, and in verynear neighbourhood to one of our big bow guns, we came upon what lookedin the gloom like a heap of clothes.

  "What's that?" I said.

  "Chine-he, sir," said one of the sailors. "We give him a good tuck-outbelow, and he come up then for a snooze. Hi, John! The gents want tospeak to you."

  There was a quick movement, and a partly bald head appeared from beneathtwo loose sleeves, which had been folded over it like the wings of aflying fox, and Ching's familiar squeaky voice said--

  "You wantee me. Go shore?"

  "No, no; not to-night," cried Smith. "We shall set you ashore when wecome back."

  "You go velly far--allee way Gleat Blitain?"

  "No, not this time, Ching," cried Barkins, as we all laughed.

  "No go allee way London? Ching wantee go London, see Queen Victolia andPlince o' Wales."

  "Some other time, Ching," I said. "But I say, how about the fancyshop?"

  "Allee light. Ching go back."

  "And how are you after our fight to-day?"

  "Velly angly. Allee muchee quite 'shame of mandalin men. Big lascal,evely one."

  "So they are," said Barkins. "But I say, Ching, are you a good sailor?"

  The Chinaman shook his head.

  "Ching velly good man, keep fancee shop. Ching not sailor."

  "He means, can you go to sea without being sick?" I said, laughing.

  He gave us a comical look.

  "Don'tee know. Velly nicee now. Big offlicer say jolly sailor takegleat care Ching, and give hammock go to sleep. You got banjo, music--git-tar?"

  "One of the chaps has got one," said Smith. "Why?"

  "You fetchee for Ching. I play, sing--`ti-ope-I-ow' for captain andjolly sailor. Makee Ching velly happy, and no makee sea-sick likecoolie in big boat."

  "Not to-night, Ching," said Barkins decisively. "Come along, lads. I'mafraid," he continued, as we strolled right forward, "that some of uswould soon be pretty sick of it if he did begin that precious howling.But I say, we ought to look after him well, poor old chap; it's preciousrough on him to be taken out to sea like this."

  "Yes," I said; "and he behaved like a trump to us to-day."

  "That he did," assented Smith, as all three rested our arms on the rail,and looked at the twinkling distant lights of the shore.

  "You give Ching flee dollar," said a voice close behind us, and westarted round, to find that the object of our conversation had come upsilently in his thick, softly-soled boots, in which his tight blacktrouser bottoms were tucked.

  "Three dollars!" cried Smith; "what for?"

  "Say all give Ching dollar show way."

  "So we did," cried Barkins. "I'd forgotten all about it."

  "So had I."

  "But you got us nearly killed," protested Smith.

  "That was all in the bargain," cried Barkins. "Well, I say he came outwell, and I shall give him two dollars, though I am getting preciousshort."

  "Flee dollar," said Ching firmly. Then, shaking his head, he countedupon his fingers, "One, two, flee."

  "It's all right, Ching," I said. "Two dollars apiece. Come on,Blacksmith." I took out my two dollars. "Come, Tanner."

  "No, no," cried Ching; "tanner tickpence; two dollar tickpence won't do.Flee dollar."

  "It's all right," I said, and I held out my hand for my messmates'contributions, afterward placing the six dollars in the Chinaman's hand.

  His long-nailed fingers closed over the double amount, and he lookedfrom one to the other as if he did not comprehend. Then he unwillinglydivided the sum.

  "No light," he said. "Flee dollar."

  "The other for the fight," I said, feeling pleased to have met aChinaman who was not dishonest and grasping.

  "You wantee 'nother fight morrow?" he said, looking at me sharply."Don't know. Not aflaid."

  "No, no; you don't understand," I cried, laughing. "We give you sixdo
llars instead of three."

  Ching nodded, and the silver money disappeared up his sleeve. Then hisbody writhed a little, and the arm and hand appeared again in the loosesleeve.

  "Sailor boy 'teal Ching dollar?"

  "Oh no," I said confidently.

  "No pullee tail?"

  "Ah, that I can't answer for," I said. "Twist it up tightly."

  "To be sure," said Barkins. "It don't do to put temptation in the poorfellows' way. I'm afraid," he continued, "that if I saw that hangingout of a hammock I should be obliged to have a tug."

  Ching nodded, and stole away again into the darkness, for night hadfallen now, and we were beginning to feel the waves dancing under us.

  An hour later I was in my cot fast asleep, and dreaming offierce-looking Chinamen in showy-patterned coats making cuts at me withbig swords, which were too blunt to cut, but which gave me plenty ofpain, and this continued more or less all night. In the morning I knewthe reason why, my left side was severely bruised, and for the next fewdays I could not move about without a reminder of the terrible cut themandarin's retainer had made at me with his sword.