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But, indeed, our hero was past caring for this, and when he regained
consciousness after a third swoon it was to find himself in other
hands.

For the pursuing English, aided by the wind (which had shifted a
little farther to the northward), had swept down upon the galleys and
taken them, with their prize, and were now towing them triumphantly
into Sheerness.



_IX.--At Sheerness._


At ten o'clock next morning, after a prodigious breakfast at
Sheerness, Captain Barker and Captain Runacles (whose wounded arm
was slung in a silk kerchief) strolled down to the waterside to have
a look at the strange vessels they had so obstinately defied.
They explored with especial care the unfortunate _L'Heureuse_,
visiting first the Commodore's cabin, upon the boards of which the
blood of Roderick Salt was hardly dry. It cannot be said that they
felt much sorrow for his fate; for to pity a traitor was a height to
which the faith of this pair of imperfect Christians did not soar.
But they uttered no word of exultation, and quickly resumed their
examination of the deck and hold, discussing this or that rent,
debating over every splinter, proving that such and such a groove was
ploughed by a ball from such and such an angle, and so on.

From the deck they descended to the long chamber where now row upon
row of battered and deserted benches told of a tragedy more pitiful
than any that can befall men who are free to stand up and fight for
their lives.

"Merciful Heaven!" exclaimed the little hunchback, standing with
his arms folded and gloomily conjuring up the scene of yesterday;
"Jemmy, we must have mown the poor brutes down like swathes of meadow
grass. See here--"

He bent to examine a bench along which a broadening groove ran from
end to end, telling a frightful tale.

But Captain Runacles did not answer. He was standing by a battered
hole in the galley's starboard side and looking down at the floor.
A sunbeam fell through the hole and slanted along the planks of the
flooring. His eyes were following this sunbeam, and his face was
like a ghost's.

"Jemmy; come and look--here's a whole benchful accounted for at one
swoop." Still Jemmy did not reply. The sunbeam drifting between the
benches before him fell on a little patch of earth--a patch collected
by one of the slaves whose comrades, humouring his whim, had brought
him a handful or two in their pockets whenever they returned from
shore. Upon this patch of earth were sunk the prints of a pair of
feet, far apart; and between these footprints glimmered two lines of
green, with two other lines uniting them.

They were two lines of pepper-cress, unharmed and fresh as if they
grew in some sheltered garden, open only to the sun and rain. And as
Captain Jemmy looked, the two green lines resolved themselves into
two words; thus bracketed:

SOPHIA TRISTRAM

"Jemmy--Jemmy, confound you! Do you hear?"

"Yes, yes." Captain Runacles turned suddenly and took his friend by
the arm. "Yes--I see--very curious. Now let's go."

"You're in a great hurry."

"Yes, I want to go up and have a look at the wounded in hospital."

"Why, what's taken you? We haven't looked at the beak yet; and
that's the most important of all."

"Very well, come along, and examine it while I run up to the
hospital. Come"--he took the little man's arm--"I won't be gone ten
minutes."

"Now, why on earth you've taken this fancy--" began Captain Barker as
he regained the deck. And then he put his hands behind him and
stared; for Captain Jemmy was already hurrying away for his life.

It was fifteen minutes before he returned, and the little man was
hanging over the bows with half his body over the bulwarks and his
head twisted to get a better view of the formidable beak.

"Jack!"

"Oh, you're back. I say, just lean over here--"

"Jack!" Captain Runacles caught him by the coat-tails, and tore him
back. "Now listen; you're not to speak; you're not to ask questions;
you're not to open your mouth. You've just to come--that's all."

He took the little man and hurried him ashore. He was breathless;
but he ran Captain Barker over the gang-plank like a charging bull.

"One moment, Jemmy--Jemmy! Damme I _will_ ask--!"

"Ask away, then--and wait for the answer!"


And so it happened that Tristram, stretched in the hospital at
Sheerness, with his head to the wall, and thirty wounded men on
either side of him, heard in his painless dose a sharp cry, and then
a voice that seemed to call him across miles of empty space.

"O! my dear God! Tristram--my son, my son!"

He opened his eyes feebly, smiled, and whispering one word--"Dad!"--
sank back into a dreamless slumber.



CHAPTER XV.


BACK AT THE BLUE PAVILIONS.


Four weeks afterwards Tristram was put into a boat and taken up to
London, whence after two days' rest he was removed by easy stages
home to Harwich.

At the gate of Captain Barker's pavilion he passed into the care of
Dr. Beckerleg, who put him to bed at once and dared him to get up.
As he was borne up the garden-path Sophia peeped through a chink of
the little blue door; and got not another glimpse of her lover for
another six weeks.

It was a soft and sunny morning in October month when Dr. Beckerleg,
having given his patient leave to dress and set foot outside the door
for the first time, stepped down into the garden to seek the two
captains and send them upstairs to help the invalid.

As he opened the front-door a searching odour caused him to pause in
the porch and sniff. He traced this odour round to the back of the
house, and there found Captain Barker, Captain Runacles and Narcissus
Swiggs. Between them they had managed to clear the garden of an
enormous crop of weeds, of which they were now making a bonfire.
Behind the thick and yellowish coils of smoke Dr. Beckerleg could
just discern the forms of the two captains. By their gestures they
seemed to be engaged in an acrimonious discussion. Narcissus, little
heeding, stolidly poked the bonfire with a charred stake.

"I will not!" said Captain Runacles.

"But I say that you shall!" said Captain Barker.

"The lad is yours, and yours only."

"He is yours also."

"By a cast of dice you won him."

"By law he was given back to you."

"You have brought him up."

"You found him again when I lost him."

"Yes, by means of an art which you taught him."

"Gentlemen, gentlemen," interposed the doctor, advancing, "what is
all this fuss?"

"Why," began Captain Barker, "I was proposing that, for the future,
we should take equal shares in the superintendence of Tristram's
education; and he won't listen to it."

"Certainly I won't," Captain Runacles assented stoutly.

The doctor looked from one to the other with a good-humoured smile.

"And why won't you?" he asked, addressing Captain Jemmy.

"Why won't I? Because, as you are aware--for you were present--we
once cast the dice over this boy, and Jack won."

"Did he?"

"You know he did. He flung two sixes. Bless my heart, doctor, you
_must_ remember that!"

"I do, perfectly. And you--what did you throw?"

"I--well, I--"

"You threw the dice, and the box with 'em, out of the window: that's
what you did."

"Very well, then. That settles it. I don't back out of my luck."

"Gentlemen," said Dr. Beckerleg, clearing his throat, "I have
something to tell you. It is a fact, and I don't pretend to explain
it. You know the proverb about doctors and their unbelief. Well, if
I had been inclined--and I am not--to deny a controlling wisdom in
this scheme of things, I should have been startled somewhat when
Captain Barker flung those two sixes. That apparent chance should
give an approval so decided to Captain Barker's adoption of this
orphan child was, to say the least, remarkable: for I thought then,
and now I am sure, that no better father could be found for the
babe."

"That's what I say," Captain Runacles put in.

"Do not interrupt me, please. I say no _better_ father could be
found. I did not say that none could be found as good. My dear
Runacles, you tossed the dice out of the window and flounced off in a
huff. As they had been borrowed, and without their owner's consent,
I thought fit to step across the street and pick them up. They were
lying not a yard apart in the gutter. You were wrong, captain, in
not giving them a look."

"Why?"

"_Simply because, as they lay, two sixes were uppermost._"

The two captains stared at him.

"I give you my word," he said quietly.

"My dear Jack--"

"That settles it, Jemmy."

They took each other's hand.

"But excuse me," said Dr. Beckerleg, "this is not what I came to tell
you. Just now I have given Tristram leave to stroll out into the
garden for an hour and he is waiting for you to dress him."

But here the doctor made a mistake, for when they went upstairs there
was no sign of Tristram. He and his clothes had disappeared.

They ran down to the front-door and looked around. There was no sign
of him.

Finally Dr. Beckerleg advanced to the little blue door in the hedge,
opened it, and poked his head into Captain Runacles' garden. Then he
turned softly and, putting a finger to his lip, beckoned to the
others. They advanced on tip-toe and peeped through.

Beside a garden-bed, half a dozen yards away, and with their backs to
the door, knelt Sophia and Tristram. The youth's left arm was around
the girl's waist, and the youth's hair mingled with the girl's as
unconscious of observation they bent over the mould. It was the same
mould in which Sophia, years before, had buried her doll, and now
Tristram was helping Sophia to sprinkle it with pepper-cress seed;
holding her right hand as she traced this:


[Illustration: Two overlapping hearts, one containing the letter 'S'
and the other the letter 'T'.]


The watchers withdrew as softly as they had advanced. But on his way
back to the bonfire Captain Barker darted into the house and emerged
again with an armful of green volumes.

"What's the meaning of this?" asked Dr. Beckerleg.

The little man trotted round and shot his burden right on top of the
pile which Narcissus had by this time stirred into a blaze.

"There doesn't seem to be any further use for 'em," he explained,
panting and running back to the house.

He fetched another armful, and then another; and as he discharged the
last upon the bonfire, turned and laid a hand upon Captain Runacles'
arm.

"Jemmy, old friend, we needn't to have made such a fuss about it,
after all."

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