“My mother is ill, and did not know I was coming, and I am not going to be dictated to by Maggie,” said Archy.
“That’s the right spirit, boy,” said Max. “If they suspect what you intend doing, they will take good care to prevent you.”
“I don’t intend to let them know,” replied Archy. “But I wish mother was not ill. I am half inclined to stop at home till next season, and then I’ll do what I choose, whatever they may say.”
“I see how it is,” observed Max, with a sneer on his lips. “You are beginning to think we lead too hard a life for you, and you would rather be looking after the cows, and being at the beck and call of mistress Maggie. I thought you had more spirit. You are afraid—that’s the truth of it.”
“No one shall say I am afraid,” exclaimed Archy. “I have asked several captains to take me, but they refused without my mother’s leave, and that she won’t give, just because my father and uncle Magnus were lost at sea, and so she has taken it into her head that I shall be lost also. If you can help me to go in the ‘Kate,’ I am ready. There’s my bundle of clothes.”
“No great stock for a voyage to the Arctic Seas; but we must rig you out when you get on board,” observed Max, taking up Archy’s bundle, and stowing it away in a large seaman’s bag which stood in the corner of the room. “You will have to keep pretty close till we are well clear of the land, or the captain will be for putting you on shore again. Here, take a glass of grog, it will help to keep up your courage.” Max mixed a strong glass of whisky and water, and pushed it across the table to Archy.
Archy’s scruples soon vanished. He now only thought of the adventures he hoped to meet with among the icebergs.
Max had gained his object. From a quarrel which had occurred years before, he had long harboured an ill-feeling towards the Hughson’s; and, for the purpose of thwarting and annoying Mrs Hughson, he was ready to encourage Archy in his disobedience to her. When once a person yields to the suggestions of Satan, he knows not into what crimes he may be hurried. Those who associate with unprincipled people run a fearful risk of being led astray by them. Archy, notwithstanding his mother’s warnings, had persisted in visiting Max Inkster, for the sake of hearing his long yarns of nautical adventure, and he would at first have been excessively indignant had he been told that he was likely, in consequence, to be led into any further act of disobedience.
“Did any one see you come in here?” asked Max. “No; Nanny Clousta was out, and no one was passing at the time,” answered Archy.
“Well, then, stay quiet here till dark, and I’ll take you on board, and stow you away in the hold,” said Max. “You must remain there till I give you a signal to come out; but, remember, that you are not to tell the captain or any one else that I had a hand in helping you. Just say that you slipped on board in a shore boat, and hid yourself of your own accord. You will promise me that?”