style="font-size:15px;"> “Five pounds,” said I, and at that he looked strangely dashed.
“Five pounds,” he repeated incredulously. “It seems to have been hardly worth the while.” And then his face changed, as if a new thought had struck him. He leaned over the table and whispered with the infernal tone of a confederate, “Doused his glim, eh?” winking with his hale eye, so that I could not but shiver at him, as at the touch of slime.
“I don’t understand,” said I.
“Do ye no’?” said he, with a sneer; “for a Greig ye’re mighty slow in the uptak’. The plain English o’ that, then, is that ye’ve killed a man. A trifle like that ance happened to a Greig afore.”
“What’s your name?” I demanded.
“Am I no tellin’ ye?” said he shortly. “It’s just Daniel Risk; and where could you get a better? Perhaps ye were thinkin’ aboot swappin’ names wi’ me; and by the Bass, it’s Dan’s family name would suit very weel your present position,” and the scoundrel laughed at his own humour.
“I asked because I was frightened it might be Mahoun,” said I. “It seems gey hard to have ridden through mire for a night and a day, and land where ye started from at the beginning. And how do ye ken all that?”
“Oh!” he said, “kennin’s my trade, if ye want to know. And whatever way I ken, ye needna think I’m the fellow to make much of a sang aboot it. Still and on, the thing’s frowned doon on in this country, though in places I’ve been it would be coonted to your credit. I’ll take anither gill; and if ye ask me, I would drench the butter-milk wi’ something o’ the same, for the look o’ ye sittin’ there’s enough to gie me the waterbrash. Mrs. Clerihew – here!” He rapped loudly on the table, and the drink coming in I was compelled again to see him soak himself at my expense. He reverted to my passage from the country, and “Five pounds is little enough for it,” said he; “but ye might be eking it oot by partly working your passage.”
“I didn’t say I was going either to Nova Scotia or with you,” said I, “and I think I could make a better bargain elsewhere.”
“So could I, maybe,” said he, fuming of spirits till I felt sick. “And it’s time I was doin’ something for the good of my country.” With that he rose to his feet with a look of great moral resolution, and made as if for the door, but by this time I understood him better.
“Sit down, ye muckle hash!” said I, and I stood over him with a most threatening aspect.
“By the Lord!” said he, “that’s a Greig anyway!”
“Ay!” said I. “ye seem to ken the breed. Can I get another vessel abroad besides yours?”
“Ye can not,” said he, with a promptness I expected, “unless ye wait on the Sea Pyat. She leaves for Jamaica next Thursday; and there’s no’ a spark of the Christian in the skipper o’ her, one Macallum from Greenock.”
For the space of ten minutes I pondered over the situation. Undoubtedly I was in a hole. This brute had me in his power so long as my feet were on Scottish land, and he knew it. At sea he might have me in his power too, but against that there was one precaution I could take, and I made up my mind.
“I’ll give you four pounds – half at leaving the quay and the other half when ye land me.”
“My conscience wadna’ aloo me,” protested the rogue; but the greed was in his face, and at last he struck my thumb on the bargain, and when he did that I think I felt as much remorse at the transaction as at the crime from whose punishment I fled.
“Now,” said I, “tell me how you knew me and heard about – about – ”
“About what?” said he, with an affected surprise. “Let me tell ye this, Mr. Greig, or whatever your name may be, that Dan Risk is too much of the gentleman to have any recollection of any unpleasantness ye may mention, now that he has made the bargain wi’ ye. I ken naethin’ aboot ye, if ye please: whether your name’s Greig or Mackay or Habbie Henderson, it’s new to me, only ye’re a likely lad for a purser’s berth in the Seven Sisters.” And refusing to say another word on the topic that so interested me, he took me down to the ship’s side, where I found the Seven Sisters was a brigantine out of Hull, sadly in the want of tar upon her timbers and her mainmast so decayed and worm-eaten that it sounded boss when I struck it with my knuckles in the by-going.
Risk saw me doing it. He gave an ugly smile.
“What do ye think o’ her? said he, showing me down the companion.
“Mighty little,” I told him straight. “I’m from the moors,” said I, “but I’ve had my feet on a sloop of Ayr before now; and by the look of this craft I would say she has been beeking in the sun idle till she rotted down to the garboard strake.”
He gave his gleed eye a turn and vented some appalling oaths, and wound up with the insult I might expect – namely, that drowning was not my portion.
“There was some brag a little ago of your being a gentleman,” said I, convinced that this blackguard was to be treated to his own fare if he was to be got on with at all. “There’s not much of a gentleman in the like of that.”
At this he was taken aback. “Well,” said he, “don’t you cross my temper; if my temper’s crossed it’s gey hard to keep up gentility. The ship’s sound enough, or she wouldn’t be half a dizen times round the Horn and as weel kent in Halifax as one o’ their ain dories. She’s guid enough for your – for our business, if ye please, Mr. Greig; and here’s my mate Murchison.”
Another tarry-breeks of no more attractive aspect came down the companion.
“Here’s a new hand for ye,” said the skipper humorously.
The mate looked me up and down with some contempt from his own height of little more than five feet four, and peeled an oilskin coat off him. I was clad myself in a good green coat and breeches with fine wool rig-and-fur hose, and the buckled red shoon and the cock of my hat I daresay gave me the look of some importance in tarry-breeks’ eyes. At any rate, he did not take Risk’s word for my identity, but at last touched his hat with awkward fingers after relinquishing his look of contempt.
“Mr. Jamieson?” said he questioningly, and the skipper by this time was searching in a locker for a bottle of rum he said he had there for the signing of agreements. “Mr. Jamieson,” said the mate, “I’m glad to see ye. The money’s no; enough for the job, and that’s letting ye know. It’s all right for Dan here wi’ neither wife nor family, but – ”
“What’s that, ye idiot?” cried Risk turning about in alarm. “Do ye tak’ this callan for the owner? I tell’t ye he was a new hand.”
“A hand!” repeated Murchison, aback and dubious.
“Jist that; he’s the purser.”
Murchison laughed. “That’s a new ornament on the auld randy; he’ll be to keep his keekers on the manifest, like?” said he as one who cracks a good joke. But still and on he scanned me with a suspicious eye, and it was not till Risk had taken him aside later in the day and seemingly explained, that he was ready to meet me with equanimity. By that time I had paid the skipper his two guineas, for the last of his crew was on board, every man Jack of them as full as the Baltic, and staggering at the coamings of the hatches not yet down, until I thought
