CHAPTER TEN.
AT CROSS PURPOSES.
Captain Chubb stood looking back at Uncle Paul, then at Rodd, then backat Uncle Paul.
After that he gave a slow, puzzled scratch at his shaggy head as if hardat work trying to make out a mystery, before turning once more to Rodd.
"I say, youngster," he cried, "you don't mean that, do you?--Warn't Iright?"
"Right? No!" cried Rodd, laughing more heartily than ever. "The ideaof Uncle Paul going out with a slaver!"
"Did you mean that, Captain Chubb?" said Uncle Paul, beginningindignantly, and then softening down as he caught sight of his nephew'smirthful face.
"Allus says what I mean," grunted the captain. "Then I was all wrong?"
"Wrong, yes," said Uncle Paul. "We were all at cross purposes."
"Ho!" ejaculated the captain, and he took off his cap that he had put onwith a fierce cock, turned it over two or three times in his hands, andthen looking into it read over the maker's name to himself, as if fullyexpecting that that would help him out of his difficulty.
"Say, squire," he said; "I didn't mean to be so rude."
"No, no, of course not," cried Uncle Paul. "There, there; sit downagain. It was all a mistake. Perhaps we shall understand one anotherbetter now."
"Well, I don't know," grunted the skipper. "Better go perhaps."
"No, no, man; I'm not offended. You thought I was a blackguardlyruffian who wanted to trap you into commanding a slaving craft for me,so that I could engage in that horrible trade of baying and selling myfellow-creatures; and you spoke out like a man. Here, shake hands,Captain Chubb. I honour you for your outspoken manly honesty."
"Mean it?" grunted the skipper, hesitating.
"Mean it, yes," said Uncle Paul, "and I hope this will be the beginningof our becoming great friends."
"Humph!" grunted the captain, and extending his heavy hand he gave UnclePaul a shake with no nonsense about it, for though Rodd's uncle did notwince, he told the boy afterwards that it was the most solid shake hehad ever had in his life.
Rodd fully endorsed it, as he knew directly after exactly what theskipper's salute meant, for Captain Chubb, after releasing the uncle'shand, extended what Rodd afterwards said was a paw, to the lad himself.
"Well, now then, Captain Chubb."
"Very sorry, sir, I'm sure. Thought I saw broken water and a shoal.Hadn't I better go?"
"No, no, captain," cried Uncle Paul. "I am beginning to think you arejust the man I want."
"Ho!" said the skipper. "Mebbe. Let's see."
"Well," continued Uncle Paul, "I want a vessel, a schooner. Do you knowof a likely one that could be purchased and made ready at once for atrip down the West Coast?"
Captain Chubb looked hard at the speaker, then at Rodd, with the effectof making the boy feel as if he must laugh, for there was something sothoroughly comical in the stolid face, that nothing but the dread ofhurting the visitor's feelings kept him from bursting into a roar,especially as, after fixing him with his eyes, the skipper seemed to betaking careful observations, looking up at the ceiling as if in searchof clouds, at the carpet for sunken rocks, and then, so to speak,sweeping the offing by slowly gazing at the four walls in turn.
"Schooner," he said at last gruffly.
"Yes," said Uncle Paul; "a smart, fast-sailing schooner."
"Well-found," grunted the skipper.
"Of course, and with a good crew."
"_And_ a good crew," growled the skipper.
"Yes. Can you show me where I can get such an one?"
"No. Look-out."
He picked up and put on his cap again, took it off, and looked in thelining, and then gave his right leg a smart slap.
"Dunno as I don't," he roared. "What do you say to a horange boat?"
"Orange boat?" cried Rodd. "Why, uncle's been thinking of one ofthose!"
"Well, why not?" said the captain; "a Saltcomber?"
"Yes," cried Rodd.
"Well-built, fast, plenty of room below for cargo or what not, plenty ofprovisions and water, but no guns."
"That's just the sort of vessel I want," cried Uncle Paul. "Do youthink one's to be had over there?"
"Sure on it. See one last week as they was just getting up her standingrigging."
"What, a new one?" cried Rodd.
"Ay. Fresh launched, and being made ready for sea."
"Capital!" cried Uncle Pad. "Who does she belong to?"
"Ship-builder as yet."
"And what would be her price?"
"Dunno. All depends," grunted the captain. "Most likely as much as thebuilder could get; but if a man went with the money in his pocket, orsay in the bank, ready to pay down on the nail, he could get a smartcraft that would do him justice at a fair working price. What do yousay to coming over and having a look at her?"
"Yes. How are we to get there? By coach?"
"Tchah!" ejaculated the skipper. "Who's going in a coach when he can berun over in one of our luggers? You say the word, and I have got afriend with a little fore-and-after as only wants him and a hand andmebbe me to give a pull at a sheet. He'd run you over in no time."
"By all means, then, let's go," said Uncle Paul, to Rodd's greatsatisfaction.
"Well, yes," growled the skipper. "But who's a-going with you?"
"My nephew," said Uncle Paul.
"Ah, yes; and I suppose he's a good judge of such a craft, and couldvally her from keel to truck. Don't seem a bad sort of boy, but hewon't do. Nay, squire, you want somebody as you can trust. A'n't yougot an old friend, ship-owner or ship's husband--man who's got his headscrewed on the right way, one you knows as honest and won't take ahundred pounds from t'other side to sell the ship for them?"
"Well, no; I'm afraid I don't know such a man," said Uncle Paul.
"Have to find one," grunted the skipper. "Won't do to buy a ship withyour eyes shut. Got yourself to think of as well as your money. Youdon't want to engage a skipper and a crew of good men and true, anddrownd them all at sea."
"Well, no," said Uncle Paul dryly; "our ambitions don't lie in thatdirection, do they, Rodd?"
"No, uncle, but no man would be such a wretch as to sell you a ship thatwasn't safe."
"Not unless he got the chanst," said the skipper, frowning. "I knowsome on them, and what they have done, and I don't want to command acraft like that. Been at sea too long."
"Well, then," said Uncle Paul, "you must have had great experience, andcould judge whether a schooner's good or not."
"Dessay I could," said the skipper, "but I aren't perfect."
"But you ought to be a good judge," said Uncle Paul.
"Mebbe, but I wouldn't go by my own opinion if it was my trade insteadof yourn."
"But look here," cried Uncle Paul, "I should like you to see the vesseland act for me."
"Tchah! Not likely, squire. What do you know about me?"
"Well, not much, certainly," said Uncle Paul, "and I should want acharacter with you as to your being a good seaman."
"Of course; and if you didn't like me, and I warn't up to my work, why,you could get rid of me. But that's a very different thing to buying aship."
"Yes," said Uncle Paul, "but what about the ship-builder? Is he anhonest man?"
"Oh yes, I think so."
"Couldn't he give good references?"
"Well, yes. Old established; built a lot of craft. Dessay he'd find afew to say a word for him."
"And I suppose I could have the opinion of some well-known ship valuer?"
"Yes," grunted the skipper, "but he's only in trade. You want to knowwhat some old sailor says."
"Such as you," cried Rodd.
The skipper looked at the boy and smiled.
"Well, mebbe," he said, "but I don't want the job."
"Well, we'll talk about that another time," said Uncle Paul. "What Iwant is for you to help me by going over with us to have a look at theschooner."
"Ah!" said the skipper.
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"And you may as well give me a reference or two to somebody who knowsyour abilities--somebody well-known in Plymouth, a ship-owner, somebodyfor whom you have sailed. Will you do this?"
"Ay," said the skipper.
"Well, whose name will you give me? To whom shall I apply?"
"Anybody. Everybody in Plymouth."
"That's rather wide," said Uncle Paul.
"Wider the better," said the skipper. "You ask the lot what they thinksof Captain Chubb."
As he spoke the skipper rose and put on his cap, but took it off againquickly.
"Time to-morrow will you be ready to start?" he said.
"At your time," said Uncle Paul promptly.
"Say nine?" asked the captain.
"Certainly; nine o'clock to-morrow morning," replied Uncle Paul.
"Good. I will be off the landing-place at the Barbican with a boat.Night, sir. Night, youngster. Natural history expedition, eh? And Ithought you was going blackbirding! Haw, haw, haw!"
This last was intended for a derisive laugh at himself, but it soundedlike three grunts, each louder than the last.
The next minute the skipper was outside, and his steps were heardgrowing distant upon the gravel path.
"Well, what do you think of our captain, eh, Rodd?"
"I think he's a rum 'un, uncle; but he isn't our captain yet."
"No, my boy, but if I have my way he will be, and if I hear that he's askilful navigator, for I want no further recommendation. The way inwhich he, an old experienced hand, one who would be able to see at aglance how thoroughly I should be at his mercy if he were a tricksterwhose aim was to make as much money out of the transaction as he could,proved that he was as honest as the day and ready to lay himself open toevery examination, that alone without his display of honest indignationwhen he suspected me of being about to engage in that abominabletraffic--there, I want no more. As these sea-going people say, Pickle,Captain Chubb is going to hoist his flag on board my schooner, for asfar as I can judge at present he seems to be the man in whom we shall beable to trust."
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