The Lifeboat | Page 3

strode into the room, pulled off his hat and
stood before the head of the house of Denham, Crumps, and Company.
"I beg pardon, sir," began the sailor, somewhat sharply, yet without
disrespect, "when I am asked to come--"
"Yes, yes, Bax," interposed Mr Denham, "I know what you would say.
Pray calm yourself. It is a pity you should have been kept waiting
outside, but the fact is that my boy is a new one, and apparently he is
destitute of common sense. Sit down. I sent for you to say that I wish
you to take the `Nancy' to Liverpool. You will be ready to start at once,
no doubt--"
"Before the schooner is overhauled?" inquired Bax, in surprise.
"Of course," said Denham, stiffly; "I see no occasion for another
overhaul. That schooner will cost us more than she is worth if we go on
repairing at the rate we have been doing the last two years."
"She needs it all, sir," rejoined Bax, earnestly. "The fact is, Mr Denham,
I feel it to be my duty to tell you that there ain't a sound plank or timber
in her from stem to stern, and I'm pretty sure that if she costs you
money, she's likely to cost me and the men aboard of her our lives. I
strongly advise you to strike her off the books, and get a new one."
"Mr Bax," said Denham, pompously, "you are too young a man to offer
your advice unless it is asked. I believe the engineer employed by me to
examine into the condition of my vessels is quite competent to judge in
these matters, and I have unbounded confidence in him. When I placed
you in command of the `Nancy,' I meant you to navigate, not to
criticise her; but if you are afraid to venture--"
"Afraid!" cried the young sailor, reddening. "Is anxiety about the lives

of your men and the safety of your property to be called fear? I am
willing to sail in the `Nancy' as long as a plank of her will hold to her
ribs, but--"
Bax paused and bit his lip, as if to keep back words which had better
not be spoken.
"Well, then," rejoined Mr Denham, affecting to disregard the pause,
"let me hear no more about repairs. When these require to be done, they
shall be done. Meanwhile, go and make preparation to sail by the
morning tides which serves about--what hour, think you?"
"Flood at half after six," said Bax, curtly.
"Very well, come up here at half-past five, one of the clerks will see
you. You will have to run down to Dover in the first place, and when
there my agent will give you further instructions. Good afternoon!"
Bax rose and quitted the room with a stern "Good day, sir."
As he passed through the outer office he was arrested by one of the
clerks laying a hand on his shoulder.
"Well, Mr Foster," said Bax, a bright smile chasing the frown from his
face, "it seems we're to swim if we can, or sink if we can't this
winter;--but what want ye with me?"
"You are to call me Guy, not Mister Foster," said the lad, gaily. "I want
to know where you are to be found after six this evening."
"At the `Three Jolly Tars,'" answered Bax, clapping on his glazed hat.
"All right, I'll look you up. Good-day."
"Guy Foster," shouted Mr Denham from the inner room.
"Yes, uncle," and in another moment the youth was standing, pen in
hand, in the august presence of his relative, who regarded him with a
cold stare of displeasure.

There could scarcely have been conceived a stronger contrast in nature
than that which existed between the starched, proud, and portly uncle,
and the tall, handsome, and hearty young nephew, whose age was
scarcely twenty years.
"How often am I to tell you, sir," said Mr Denham, "that `yes, uncle,' is
much too familiar and unbusinesslike a phrase to be used in this office
in the hearing of your fellow-clerks?"
"I beg pardon, uncle, I'm sure I had no intention of--"
"There, that will do, I want no apology, I want obedience and attention
to my expressed wishes. I suppose that you expect to get away for a
few days' holiday?"
"Well, unc--, sir, I mean, if it is quite convenient I should--"
"It is not quite convenient," interrupted the uncle. "It cannot possibly, at
any time, be convenient to dispense with the services of a clerk in a
house where no supernumeraries are kept to talk slang and read the
newspapers. I see no reason whatever in young men in ordinary health
expecting as a right, two or three weeks' leave each year without
deduction of salary. I