Wild Life in the Land of the Giants Part 14

"Who you think those men are?" he asked.

"I can guess."

"They belong to the preeson. I know them. Ha, ha, they not know me."

There were no further adventures that night, but just as day was breaking slowly in the east, we all alighted near a brook, and Adriano put a nose-bag on the horse after letting him drink. Then our friend took out a basket from the cart. It contained one of auntie's pies-- auntie was famous for pies--and many other good things. I could not help thinking now how truly good at heart she was, and how ungrateful I had been. Hope returned to my heart, however, while eating, and I prayed inwardly I might live to reward her for all her kindness.

We were now in a very lonely and also a very quiet place, so that when Adriano suggested a few hours' sleep, nothing seemed more natural. He gave us a rug and we lay down together, Jill and I under a bush, and very soon indeed all our tiredness and all our troubles were alike forgotten.

My watch had run down and so had Jill's, so I have no actual notion how long we slept, only it must have been for many hours, because the sun was over in a different part of the sky and we were hungry. This last, I have often proved in deserts and wilds, is an excellent way of knowing the time when you do not happen to possess a watch.

We slept that night at a little country inn, and were up and away before the sun was well over the woods. We took our time on the road to-day, lazed and dawdled in fact, while Jill and I committed all kinds of frolics. We culled huge bunches of wild flowers, and even bedecked the horse's head, so that when we arrived in the evening at a little village the people at once put us down as boys on a holiday.

Next night we drove into Bristol, and now Jill and I forgot all about the wild flowers, as we thought of our interview with auntie.

I pictured to myself all sorts of dreadful and impossible situations.

How would she receive us? How would we advance? How apologise for all the trouble and inconvenience we had been to her? How this, that; and fifty other things, that were all scattered to the winds when we drove into the inn yard and found auntie all smiles and ribbons, actually waiting to help us down out of the trap?

"Poor dear lads, you must be so tired and hungry. But dinner is waiting when you've had a wash. I declare to you, boys, I'm not a bit sorry to come to Bristol. It is quite a holiday to me. And old a.s.sociations do so crowd round my heart. Your grandpa, my dear father, used to sail regularly from Bristol. Oh, Reginald, you do look unkempt. Sleeping in your clothes, I dare say. Come along. We will say good-night, Senor Adriano. Be here at ten to-morrow."

And it was not till just before we went down to one of the nicest dinners ever a boy sat down to, that auntie said, "Now, boys, say not a word again about the _Thunderbolt_. All is past and forgiven. It was not to be, boys. You were not destined for the navy."

We clung to her hands, and thanked her.

"And after all," mind you, "I believe with my dear father, that we have far better sailors in the merchant service than in the navy."

On the whole, then, our reunion was more like coming home after being away on a holiday than anything else. So different from anything we could have expected.

We were too tired to talk much that night, and next morning Adriano bade us good-bye after doing some business with auntie.

I felt some sorrow at parting; so did Jill.

"Shall we ever, ever see each other again, Adriano?" I said.

"Quien sabe? de world is not wide to de sailor. We meet--perhaps.--I go home now, I hope. I will see my government--I will return here or to Cardeef--a free man. _A dios. A dios_."

This was a busy day with auntie, and a busy day for us too. We saw the inside of many a s.h.i.+pping office before evening, and I was proud to learn that my Aunt Serapheema was so well known and so highly respected by every one, but I was not aware then that she was owner of a great many s.h.i.+pping shares.

I remember what one white-haired old gentleman said to her.

"The boys are big enough for their years, and look strong and well, but are they not just a little too young?"

"Their grandfather," said auntie, proudly, "went to sea when barely ten."

"I know your father was an exceptional youngster, and no man could have died more highly respected. No man."

"Let me see now," said auntie, speaking more to herself than to Mr Claremont, "the _Salamander_ belongs to only a few shareholders."

"Belongs mostly to you, Miss Domville."

"And the captain is a gentleman."

"Captain Coates is an excellent fellow."

"Takes his wife with him most trips?"

"He does so in September."

"I love a man who does that. He is a true sailor."

"Perhaps too soft-hearted, though," said Mr Claremont. "Don't you think so, Miss Domville?"

"No, I don't."

"So brusque and cheerful. Just like your father, Miss. Just like dear old Captain Domville."

"And I couldn't be like a better man, could I, Mr Claremont?"

"True, true, true."

"Well, my boys shall go out in September with Captain and Mrs Coates."

"_So_ like her father. _So_ like her father. Why, Miss Domville, do you know that your words sound very like a command?"

"And so they are meant to sound, Mr Claremont," said auntie, laughing.

"But mind you, it is _I_, not you, who are giving it. It is with me all responsibility rests, remember. I, not you, have to account to Major Jones, their dear father, and to my sister."

"Yes, Miss, yes, yes, yes. I am just your adviser."

"That's all. So that settles it."

"_So_ like her father. So _very_ like her father," said the old gentleman, as he bowed us to the door.

I looked at Jill after we got into the street, and Jill looked at me, and the wish uppermost in our minds at that moment was to take off our caps and shout, as we used to do when playing pirates; and the greatest sorrow in our hearts at the same moment was that we could not do anything of the sort, because it would have looked so silly.

When at luncheon that afternoon, auntie told us she would remain with us until our s.h.i.+p sailed in September, we of course felt very glad.

"But," I said, "will they not miss you at home?"

"I was thinking of Mattie."

"Oh, no," said auntie, "who is to miss me? Poor dear Mattie has her Mummy Gray, the canaries have Sarah, and Trots has Robert to wash his feet and exercise him. You see, Reginald, I am free. I love to be free. That is the sole reason why I do not get married."

Poor auntie, it struck me even then she did not look much like a marrying lady; but I did not say anything.

Captain Coates called in the evening. He was not your beau ideal of a sailor quite, being rather tall, thin, and dressed like a landsman. The peculiar feature of his face was his nose. It was a big nose, but sharp and thin. If his nose had been a circus horse, a clown would hardly have cared to ride bare-back on it. I may as well state here, at once, that Captain Coates never drank anything stronger than tea; still his nose was somewhat flushed at all times, and more so during an east wind.

Mrs Coates was with him, a round-faced, cosy, bonnie wee woman that Jill and I took to at once.

She was very proud of her husband, and he was fond of her.