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[Ill.u.s.tration: "The skipper cruelly kicked the Chinaman."]
[Ill.u.s.tration: "'Can he do this?' Charlie asked."]
AFLOAT ON THE DOGGER BANK.
A Story of Adventure on the North Sea and in China.
(_Continued from page 215._)
While Charlie was regretting his ignorance of trawlers' movements, Ping w.a.n.g appeared at the galley-door.
'Well,' Charlie said, 'has the skipper said anything more to you?'
'No,' Ping w.a.n.g answered, smilingly; 'I believe you have frightened him.
But he will pay you out somehow or other.'
'I hope, for his own sake, that he won't attempt to, for I hate the little fellow already, and if he interferes with me unnecessarily I will give him a sound thras.h.i.+ng.'
'He is very strong,' Ping w.a.n.g remarked, warningly.
'Can he do this?' Charlie asked, catching hold of a bucket full of water and holding it easily at arm's-length straight from the shoulder.
Ping w.a.n.g made no reply but gazed at Charlie in astonishment. Charlie was slightly built, and Ping w.a.n.g had no idea that he was so strong. But he had gone in for a course of physical development exercises before coming to Grimsby, and was in fine condition.
'If the skipper thinks, as I did, that you are not very strong,' he said at last, 'he will be very surprised.'
'Well,' Charlie said, rather pleased at the astonishment he had caused, 'let us forget him for a time. When do we return to Grimsby?'
'In three or four days.'
'So soon? I thought we were out for three weeks, at the least. I had an idea that steam trawlers always remained out for three weeks.'
'Boats belonging to the fleets do. A steam carrier collects the boxes of fish from them every morning, and carries them off to London. But single boaters have to take in their own fish to Grimsby, and therefore they have to run in every few days, or else the fish wouldn't be fresh.'
'Then I shan't have to endure the skipper for as long as I expected.'
'You'll have to endure him for seven or eight weeks, I'm afraid. When we run in just to land fish we are not allowed to quit the s.h.i.+p. After unloading we sail as soon as possible.'
'But do you mean to say that he can prevent my leaving the s.h.i.+p at Grimsby?'
'I believe he can. You see, if men were allowed to leave whenever they liked, the fis.h.i.+ng industry would soon be upset.'
'I didn't think of that. However, I will get a subst.i.tute if possible.
There will be no objection to that, I suppose?'
'I don't know. The skipper is a curious kind of fellow, and he may refuse to let you go, so that he may have the pleasure of bullying you.
Why don't you pretend that you are ill? He would put you ash.o.r.e very soon then.'
'I don't like the idea of getting out of an unpleasant position in that way. By-the-bye, how do you pa.s.s the time away before hauling the trawl?'
'Some of the men turn in, and others play cards or draughts. Do you care about draughts?'
'Oh, yes, but I won't go down in the foc's'le to play.'
'I will bring the board up here if it is not being used.'
Ping w.a.n.g hurried away, and returned in a minute or two with the draughts.
'They are having a sing-song in the foc's'le,' he said. 'The skipper is there, and is a little bit the worse for drink.'
CHAPTER IV.
Charlie won the first game at draughts, and they had just begun a second when the skipper suddenly appeared at the galley door. His face was flushed, and there was a wild look in his eyes.
'The galley is not the place for playing draughts,' he said, and with his hand swept the pieces off the board.
Charlie and Ping w.a.n.g made no remark. It was plain to them that he had paid that visit for the sole purpose of bullying them, and they were wondering what his next complaint would be.
'I want a mug of tea,' he said, seeing that the kettle was not boiling.
Charlie put the kettle on the fire at once.
'That's the result of playing draughts when you ought to be at work,'
the skipper growled. 'I always want some tea at this time.'
'In future it shall be ready, sir,' Charles replied, calmly.
'Future--eh?--I want it now. What's that Chinee doing here?'
'I thought you noticed that Ping w.a.n.g was playing draughts with me.'
'You're not paid to think. I do that for all the crew.'
Then the skipper turned his attention to prying into the pots and pans, to see if he could discover anything which would give him an opportunity to find fault. To his evident annoyance he did not succeed in discovering anything, for Charlie had done his work thoroughly, and the cooking utensils looked much cleaner than when he entered on his duties.
In a few minutes the tea was ready, and as soon as the skipper tasted it he made a grimace, and exclaimed, 'Beastly was.h.!.+--Do you hear?' he exclaimed, finding that Charlie did not speak. 'It's was.h.!.+'
'It is made in exactly the same way as the other tea you have had during the day,' Charlie declared.
'Then I must have drunk wash before. But I won't drink this. Here, Chinee, you drink it.'