The Adventures of Don Lavington | Page 2

Don," cried Jem. "He's only lame when he
thinks about it. And now do please go on totting up, and let's get these
casks shifted 'fore your uncle comes back."
"Well, I'm waiting, Jem," cried the lad, opening a book he had under
his arm, and in which a pencil was shut. "I could put down fifty, while
you are moving one."
"That's all right, sir; that's all right. I only want to keep things straight,
and not have your uncle rowing you when he comes back. Seems to me
as life's getting to be one jolly row. What with my Sally at home, and
your uncle here, and you always down in the mouth, and Mike not
sticking to his work, things is as miserable as mizzar."
"He's hen-pecked, that's what he is," chuckled Mike, going to the
handle of the crane. "Poor old Jemmy! Hen-pecked, that's what's the
matter with him."
"Let him alone, Mike," said Don quietly.
"Right, Mas' Don," said the man; "but if I was you," he murmured
hoarsely, as Jem went into the warehouse, "I'd strike for liberty. I
knows all about it. When your mother come to live with your uncle she
give him all your father's money, and he put it into the business. I know.
I used to work here when you first come, only a little un, and a nice
little un you was, just after your poor father died."
Don's brow wrinkled as he looked searchingly at the man.
"You've a right to half there is here, Mas' Don; but the old man's
grabbing of it all for his gal, Miss Kitty, and has made your mother and
you reg'lar servants."
"It is not true, Mike. My uncle has behaved very kindly to my mother
and me. He has invested my money, and given me a home when I was
left an orphan."
"Kick!"

That is the nearest approach to the sound of Mike's derisive laugh, one
which made the lad frown and dart at him an angry look.
"Why, who told you that, my lad?"
"My mother, over and over again."
"Ah, poor thing, for the sake o' peace and quietness. Don't you believe
it, my lad. You've been werry kind to me, and begged me on again here
when I've been 'most starving, and many's the shillin' you've give me,
Mas' Don, to buy comforts, or I wouldn't say to you what I does now,
and werry welcome a shilling would be to-day, Mas' Don."
"I haven't any money, Mike."
"Got no money, my lad? What a shame, when half of all this here ought
to be yourn. Oh dear, what a cruel thing it seems! I'm very sorry for
you, Mas' Don, that I am, 'specially when I think of what a fine dashing
young fellow like--"
"Don't humbug, Mike."
"Nay, not I, my lad; 'tarn't likely. You know it's true enough. You're
one of the young fellows as is kep' out of his rights. I know what I'd do
if I was you."
"What?"
"Not be always rubbing my nose again a desk. Go off to one o' them
bu'ful foreign countries as I've told you of, where there's gold and silver
and dymons, and birds jus' like 'em; and wild beasts to kill, and snakes
as long as the main mast. Ah! I've seen some sights in furren abroad, as
what I've told you about's like nothing to 'em. Look here, Mas' Don,
shall I stop on for an hour and tell you what I've seen in South
America?"
"No, no, Mike; my uncle doesn't like you to be with me."
"Ah, and well I knows it. 'Cause I tells you the truth and he feels guilty,

Mas' Don."
"And--and it only unsettles me," cried the boy with a despairing look in
his eyes. "Get on with your work, and I must get on with mine."
"Ah, to be sure," said the scoundrel with a sneer. "Work, work, work.
You and me, Mas' Don, is treated worse than the black niggers as cuts
the sugar-canes down, and hoes the 'bacco in the plantations. I'm sorry
for you."
Lindon Lavington thrust his little account book in his breast, and
walked hurriedly in the direction taken by the man Jem, entering
directly after a low warehouse door, where rows of sugar-hogsheads lay,
and there was a murmur and buzz made by the attracted flies.
Mike Bannock stood with his hands clasping the handle of the crane
winch against which he leaned without moving, but his eyes were hard
at work.
He followed Don with them till he had disappeared through the low
dark doorway, then glanced at the closed gate leading into the busy
street, and then at the open office door, a few yards away.
All was