The Gentleman | Page 9

its power, its splendid cruelties. He
began to tingle to them.
They had not met, it seemed, to know each other, these two world-old
friends, for half a generation. Now once more they came together, heart
to heart, man to woman, loving faithfully as ever.
II
The wind freshened. The sloop began to feel the sea and swing to it.
She was a dark and secret ship: not a light save for the glare of the
binnacle-lamp; the only sound the creak of a block, the mutter of
canvas, and the chatter of waters.
It was a dirty night, a wet mist blowing landward. There was no moon;
only here and there a star pierced the cloud-drift.
The boy groped his way forward.
In the bows a dark lantern on the deck shone on a group of sea-boots.
"Pretty night for our work, sir," came a cheery voice. "Might ha been
made for us."
"Where are we?" asked the boy.
"Yon's Seaford Head, sir," as a great white dimness thrust out of the
mist towards them. "We're layin along close inshore. See that glimmer
forrad on the port-bow?--Ah, it's gone again! That's the Seven Sisters.
And between the last o them and Beachy Head lays Birling Gap. And
somewhere there or thereabouts, we'll make our cop, if a cop it's to be."
"Who is it we're after?"
"Lugger _Kite, sir--Black Diamond's craft....

"Funny thing fortune, sir," the man continued after a pause. "Never
know how it's going to take you till you're took. Little thing sims to
sway it. At one day's time there warn't a smarter seaman afloat than
Bert Diamond. Might ha rose to the quarter-deck--just the sort; got a
way with him and that. Only one fault, sir--the sailor's failin."
"What's that?"
"Too lovin by fur....
"It's generally always his one fault capsizes a man," the seaman
continued. "And so it were with poor old Bert--he warn't Black at that
time o day, yo'll understand."
"What's the rights o that yarn, Reube?" grumbled a deep voice.
"I ca'ant rightly tall ye because I don't justly knaw, Abe. They said this
here Mr. Lucy--Love-me Lucy they called him in the ward-room--got
messin about a'ter Diamond's gal. But anyways there it were. Diamond
struck him--struck his officer."
"What happened?"
"Why, sir; flogged round the Fleet."
A man spat noisily on the deck.
"Maybe you've never seen a man flogged round the Fleet?"
"Never."
"Then heaven help you never may, sir. I'd liefer fight a gun in the waist
through farty Fleet-actions, than see one man go through that--wouldn't
you, Abe?"
"Ay, that I would," grumbled the deep voice.
"Ah; and so'd we all," came a windy chorus.

There was a stamping of feet: then the story-teller went on,
"I stood by the gang-way when he came up the side, a blanket across
his shoulders.
"'Ullo, Reube,' says he....
"That were all.... I said nawthing.... I saw his face....
"When he came out o the sick-bay three months a'terwards, with his kit
to go ashore--he was dismissed the Service, yo'll understand, sir--I was
on deck.... He limped across, and shook hands with me out o them all....
We'd been like brothers, him and me.... Then he went down the side
and never a word.... Just as his head was on a level with the deck, he
stops. Good-bye all,' says he, with a laugh I never heard him laugh
before. 'The British Navy ain't eard the last o Black Diamond.'... And
nor we had, by thunder."
III
The Tremendous thrashed into a swell. A spout of foam flung up, and
crashed down on the deck. When the last hiss of it had died away,
Boniface took up his tale.
"That was 99--after Acre. I was away nigh on six years, middlin busy
too. We'd the lot atop on us one time or t'other--French, Roossians,
Dons, Dutch, Swedes, Danes, and all; and Nap to thank for em....
"Last Spring I come home to find Black Diamond cock o the Gap Gang,
and better fear'd nor Boney's self in East Sussex. That'd be a day or two
after they'd done Mr. Lucy."
"What was that?"
"Why, sir, Mr. Lucy, he was Coast-guard Officer of this district. One
day his grey cob cantered into Lewes alone--no Mr. Lucy. Two night
a'terwards a keeper chap found his body in Abbot's Wood....
"They'd crucified him to a tree, and flogged him to the bone; then stuck

an ace o diamonds on to his back, and on it
Returned with thanks."
"And that warn't all," grumbled the deep voice.
"That it warn't," came the windy chorus. "Never is with them."
"But who'd done it?" cried the boy.
"Gap Gang, sir."
"Who are they?"
"Why, sir, Birling Gap Gang it should be by rights. That's where they
mostly lay rough