“But I dunno,” he said to himself, in a way he had of making the best of things, “if I hadn’t been hit I might ha’ lived on and been drowned, and then there’d ha’ been no pension to enj’y as I enj’ys mine; and I don’t never have to buy no boots nor shoes, so there arn’t much to grumble about, arter all.”
So Tom sat rubbing his wooden legs together, watching the sailors in the boat, thinking of how he’d been coxswain of just such a boat as that, and then beginning to feel an intense longing to compare notes with the men left with the middy in charge; but the young officer kept his men in order, and twice over had them busily at work stowing away the vegetables, fresh meat, bacon, and butter that were brought down from time to time and packed well out of the way fore and aft.
Consequently there was no opportunity allowed for him to get up a gossip, the young officer looking fiercely important, and the men making no advance.
“Beautifully clean and smart,” said Tom. “Wonder how long Master Aleck’ll be.”
Then he swept the edge of the pier ten feet above his head in search of inimical boys, letting one hand down by his side to finger his cudgel, and indulging in a chuckle at the skilful way in which he had brought down the young offender a short time before.
“Pretty well scared him away,” said Tom to himself; “he won’t show himself here again to-day.”
But as it happened Tom was wrong, for the boy, after landing in safety, with the water streaming down inside his ragged breeches and escaping at the bottom of the legs when it did not slip out of the holes it encountered on its way, had made his way up the steep cliff and round to the back of the town so as to get up on the moorland, where the sun came down hotly, when he began to drip and dry rapidly.
He could sweep the pier and harbour now easily, looking over the fishing-boats and watching those belonging to the man-o’-war and Aleck Donne, with Tom Bodger sitting with his legs sticking straight out.
And then he called Tom Bodger a very seaside salt and wicked name, in addition to making a vow of what he would do to “sarve him out.”
The boy gave another glance round as if in search of coadjutors, but all his comrades had disappeared; so he stood thinking and drying as he turned his thoughts inland, with the result that he had a happy thought, under whose inspiration he set off at a trot round by the back of the little town till he came within view of a group of patches of sandy land roughly fenced in and divided by posts of wreck-wood and rails covered with pitch—rough fragments that had once been boat planks.