“It wouldn’t be bad if we could catch a few big fish, and let them be hanging over the stern rail as if to keep them fresh.”
“I’ll set Mr Barkins and Mr Smith to try and catch some,” he said eagerly. “The idea’s splendid, my lad; and if it turns out to be successful, I’ll—there, I don’t know what I won’t do for you.”
Soon after, I had the pleasure of seeing a lot of the men’s garments hung on a couple of lines in the rigging, and Barkins and Smith hard at work fishing, in which they were so wonderfully successful that I longed to go and join them; but I was too busy over my task of disguising the twenty sailors, and consequently my two messmates had all the sport to themselves, dragging in, every few minutes, an abundance of good-sized fishes, which were at last strung upon a piece of stout line and hung over the stern rail.
That night the crew were all in an intense state of excitement, and roars of laughter saluted my party of sham Chinamen, some of whom were paraded in the newly-made frocks, two being in the full dress of whitened head and pigtail, and looked so exactly like the real thing at a short distance that no doubt was felt as to the success of this part of the proceedings.
Officers and men had been a little puzzled at first, but in a very short time they were all talking about the cleverness of the “captain’s dodge,” as they called it; and the low spirits of the morning gave place to eager talk about the adventures which all felt sure must come now.
The ship’s head had been turned and laid for the islands we had so lately left; but our progress was purposely made exceedingly slow, the screw just revolving, and the water parting with a gentle ripple to right and left.
Meanwhile the tailor and his mates were hard at work by the light of the swinging lanterns, and, upon my being sent by Mr Reardon to make inquiries, the tailor answered that he should be up to time with the twenty Chinee gownds, and went on stitching again as if for his very life.
I was on the watch that night, and stood listening for long enough to the yarns of one of the men, who had not been in Chinese waters before, but “knowed a chap as had;” and he had some blood-curdling tales to tell of the cruelties perpetrated by the desperate gangs who haunted the coast in fast-sailing junks.
“But they’re an awfully cowardly lot, arn’t they, Billy?” said another.
“Well,” said the man, “it’s like this, messmet; they is and they arn’t, if you can make that out. They’ll scuttle away like rats if they can; but if they can’t, they’ll fight that savage that nothing’s like it; and if it is to come to a fight, all I’ve got to say is, as the chap as hasn’t got his cutlash as sharp as ever it can be made ’ll be very sorry for it.”