I told him that I should anxiously look forward to a fitting time for the expected treat, and asked him where I could find Toby Bluff.
“You shall see him in a jiffy,” he answered; and he bellowed out, “Boy Bluff! Boy Bluff! send aft boy Bluff!”
The same words were repeated in various hoarse tones, and in less than a minute Toby came running up. He had had the advantage of a day’s experience on board, and had wonderfully soon got into the ways of the ship.
When he saw me he shouted with joy.
“I did think, Master Marmaduke, you never would a coome,” he exclaimed. “But it’s all right now, and my—what a strange place this bees. Not a bit like the Hall, though there’s plenty o’ beef here for dinner, but it’s main tough, and the bread for all the world’s like old tiles.”
“Be thankful you haven’t to live on grind-stones and marlin-spikes, as I once had for a whole month, with nothing but bilge-water to wash ’em down,” growled out the boatswain, who heard the observation.
As he told me that he had not time to talk, I did not ask him how this had happened.
I might prolong indefinitely my account of my first days on board ship. I gradually found myself more and more at home, till I began to fancy that I must be of some use on board. No one could be kinder than was Captain Collyer, and he was constantly employing me in a variety of ways in which he thought I could be trusted. One day he sent for me, and giving me a letter, ordered me to take it on board the flagship, and to deliver it in person to Captain Bumpus, the flag-captain. I knew Captain Bumpus, because he had been one of our dinner party at the George, and I remembered that he had laughed complacently at my stories. He was, however, very pompous, not a little conceited, and a great dandy, and I cannot say that I had felt any great respect for him.
We had discussed him in the berth, and the opinion was that he was sweet on one of the admiral’s daughters. At all events he was a bachelor, and having lately made some prize-money, he was supposed to be looking out for a wife to help him to spend it. Moreover it was whispered that he wore a wig, but this he strenuously denied, being very fond of talking of the necessity he was under of having to go and get his hair cut, till it became a common remark that though Captain Bumpus got his hair cut oftener than any one else, it never appeared shorter.
I stepped into the second gig, and as Edkins went with me to steer the boat, I had no difficulty in getting alongside the flagship. As we pulled under the stern, I saw several ladies looking out from a stern gallery, which Edkins told me belonged to the admiral’s cabin. I found my way on deck, and touching my hat to the mate of the deck, announced my errand.