The sun was just rising as the small tub-like steamer, or, to be more
correct, steam-barge, the Bulldog, steamed past the sleeping town of
Gravesend at a good six knots per hour.
There had been a little discussion on the way between her crew and the
engineer, who, down in his grimy little engine-room, did his own stoking
and everything else necessary. The crew, consisting of captain, mate,
and boy, who were doing their first trip on a steamer, had been
transferred at the last moment from their sailing-barge the Witch, and
found to their discomfort that the engineer, who had not expected to
sail so soon, was terribly and abusively drunk. Every moment he could
spare from his engines he thrust the upper part of his body through the
small hatchway, and rowed with his commander.
"Ahoy, bargee!" he shouted, popping up like a jack-in-the-box, after a
brief cessation of hostilities.
"Don't take no notice of 'im," said the mate. "'E's got a bottle of
brandy down there, an' he's 'alf mad."
"If I knew anything o' them blessed engines," growled the skipper, "I'd
go and hit 'im over the head."
"But you don't," said the mate, "and neither do I, so you'd better keep
quiet."
"You think you're a fine feller," continued the engineer, "standing up
there an' playing with that little wheel. You think you're doing all the
work. What's the boy doing? Send him down to stoke."
"Go down," said the skipper, grinning with fury, and the boy reluctantly
obeyed.
"You think," said the engineer pathetically, after he had cuffed the
boy's head and dropped him down below by the scruff of his neck, "you
think because I've got a black face I'm not a man. There's many a hoily
face 'ides a good 'art."
"I don't think nothing about it," grunted the skipper; "you do your
work, and I'll do mine."
"Don't you give me none of your back answers," bellowed the engineer,
"'cos I won't have 'em."
The skipper shrugged his shoulders and exchanged glances with his
sympathetic mate. "Wait till I get 'im ashore," he murmured.
"The biler is wore out," said the engineer, re-appearing after a hasty
dive below. "It may bust at any moment."
As though to confirm his words fearful sounds were heard proceeding from
below.
"It's only the boy," said the mate, "he's scared--natural."
"I thought it was the biler," said the skipper, with a sigh of relief.
"It was loud enough."
As he spoke the boy got his head out of the hatchway, and, rendered
desperate with fear, fairly fought his way past the engineer and gained
the deck.
"Very good," said the engineer, as he followed him on deck and staggered
to the side. "I've had enough o' you lot."
"Hadn't you better go down to them engines?" shouted the skipper.
"Am I your SLAVE?" demanded the engineer tearfully. "Tell me that. Am I
your slave?"
"Go down and do your work like a sensible man," was the reply.
At these words the engineer took umbrage at once, and, scowling
fiercely, removed his greasy jacket and flung his cap on the deck. He
then finished the brandy which he had brought up with him, and gazed
owlishly at the Kentish shore.
"I'm going to have a wash," he said loudly, and, sitting down, removed
his boots.
"Go down to the engines first," said the skipper, "and I'll send the boy
to you with a bucket and some soap."
"Bucket!" replied the engineer scornfully, as he moved to the side. "I'm
going to have a proper wash."
"Hold him!" roared the skipper suddenly. "Hold him!"
The mate, realising the situation, rushed to seize him, but the
engineer, with a mad laugh, put his hands on the side and vaulted into
the water. When he rose the steamer was twenty yards ahead.
"Go astarn!" yelled the mate.
"How can I go astarn when there's nobody at the engines?" shouted the
skipper, as he hung on to the wheel and brought the boat's head sharply
round. "Git a line ready."
The mate, with a coil of rope in his hand, rushed to the side, but his
benevolent efforts were frustrated by the engineer, who, seeing the
boat's head making straight for him, saved his life by an opportune
dive. The steamer rushed by.
"Turn 'er agin!" screamed the mate.
The captain was already doing so, and in a remarkably short space of
time the boat, which had described a complete circle, was making again
for the engineer.
"Look out for the line!" shouted the mate warningly.
"I don't want your line," yelled the engineer. "I'm going ashore."
"Come aboard!" shouted the captain imploringly, as they swept past
again. "We can't manage the engines."
"Put her round again," said the mate. "I'll go for him with the boat.
Haul her in, boy."
The boat, which was dragging astern, was hauled close, and the mate
tumbled into her, followed by the boy, just as the captain was in the
middle of another circle?-to the intense indignation of a crowd of
shipping, large and small, which was trying to get by.
"Ahoy!" yelled the master of a tug which was towing a large ship." Take
that steam roundabout out of the way. What the thunder are you doing?"
"Picking up my engineer," replied the captain, as he steamed right
across the other's bows, and nearly ran down a sailing-barge, the
skipper of which, a Salvation Army man, was nobly fighting with his
feelings.
"Why don't you stop?" he yelled.
"'Cos I can't," wailed the skipper of the Bulldog, as he threaded his
way between a huge steamer and a schooner, who, in avoiding him, were
getting up a little collision on their own account.
"Ahoy, Bulldog! Ahoy!" called the mate. "Stand by to pick us up. We've
got him."
The skipper smiled in an agonised fashion as he shot past, hotly pursued
by his boat. The feeling on board the other craft as they got out of the
way of the Bulldog, and nearly ran down her boat, and then, in avoiding
that, nearly ran down something else, cannot be put into plain English,
but several captains ventured into the domains of the ornamental with
marked success.
"Shut off steam!" yelled the engineer, as the Bulldog went by again.
"Draw the fires, then."
"Who's going to steer while I do it?" bellowed the skipper, as he left
the wheel for a few seconds to try and get a line to throw them.
By this time the commotion in the river was frightful, and the captain's
steering, as he went on his round again, something marvellous to behold.
A strange lack of sympathy on the part of brother captains added to his
troubles. Every craft he passed had something to say to him, busy as
they were, and the remarks were as monotonous as they were insulting. At
last, just as he was resolving to run his boat straight down the river
until he came to a halt for want of steam, the mate caught the rope he
flung, and the Bulldog went down the river with her boat made fast to
her stern.
"Come aboard, you--you lunatic!" he shouted.
"Not afore I knows 'ow I stand," said the engineer, who was now
beautifully sober, and in full possession of a somewhat acute intellect.
"What do you mean?" demanded the skipper.
"I don't come aboard," shouted the engineer, "until you and the mate and
the bye all swear as you won't say nothing about this little game."
"I'll report you the moment I get ashore," roared the skipper. "I'll
give you in charge for desertion. I'll"--
With a supreme gesture the engineer prepared to dive, but the watchful
mate fell on his neck and tripped him over a seat.
"Come aboard!" cried the skipper, aghast at such determination. "Come
aboard, and I'll give you a licking when we get ashore instead."
"Honour bright?" inquired the engineer.
"Honour bright," chorused the three.
The engineer, with all the honours of war, came on board, and, after
remarking that he felt chilly bathing on an empty stomach, went down
below and began to stoke. In the course of the voyage he said that it
was worth while making such a fool of himself if only to see the
skipper's beautiful steering, warmly asseverating that there was not
another man on the river that could have done it. Before this insidious
flattery the skipper's wrath melted like snow before the sun, and by the
time they reached port he would as soon have thought of hitting his own
father as his smooth-tongued engineer.
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