The Roll-Call of The Reef | Page 6

well and strong again, must go up to Plymouth to
report himself. 'Twas his own wish (for I believe King George had
forgotten all about him), but his friend wouldn't hold him back. As for
the trumpeter, my father had made an arrangement to take him on as
lodger, as soon as the boy left; and on the morning fixed for the start,
he was up at the door here by five o'clock, with his trumpet slung by his
side, and all the rest of his belongings in a small valise. A Monday
morning it was, and after breakfast he had fixed to walk with the boy
some way on the road toward Helston, where the coach started. My
father left them at breakfast together, and went out to meat the pig, and
do a few odd morning jobs of that sort. When he came back, the boy
was still at table, and the trumpeter sat with the rings in his hands,
hitched, together just as they be at this moment.
"'Look at this,' he says to my father, showing him the lock. 'I picked it
up off a starving brass-worker in Lisbon, and it is not one of your
common locks that one word of six letters will open at any time.
There's janius in this lock; for you've only to make the rings spell any
six-letter word you please and snap down the lock upon that, and never
a soul can open it--not the maker, even--until somebody comes along
that knows the word you snapped it on. Now Johnny here's goin', and
he leaves his drum behind him; for, though he can make pretty music
on it, the parchment sags in wet weather, by reason of the sea-water
getting at it; an' if he carries it to Plymouth, they'll only condemn it and
give him another. And, as for me, I shan't have the heart to put lip to
the trumpet any more when Johnny's gone. So we've chosen a word
together, and locked 'em together upon that; and, by your leave, I'll
hang 'em here together on the hook over your fireplace. Maybe
Johnny'll come back; maybe not. Maybe, if he comes, I'll be dead an'
gone, and he'll take 'em apart an' try their music for old sake's sake. But

if he never comes, nobody can separate 'em; for nobody besides knows
the word. And if you marry and have sons, you can tell 'em that here
are tied together the souls of Johnny Christian, drummer of the Marines,
and William George Tallifer, once trumpeter of the Queen's Own
Hussars. Amen.'
"With that he hung the two instruments 'pon the hook there; and the
boy stood up and thanked my father and shook hands; and the pair went
out of the door, toward Helston.
"Somewhere on the road they took leave of one another; but nobody
saw the parting, nor heard what was said between them. About three in
the afternoon the trumpeter came walking back over the hill; and by the
time my father came home from the fishing, the cottage was tidied up,
and the tea ready, and the whole place shining like a new pin. From that
time for five years he lodged here with my father, looking after the
house and tilling the garden. And all the while he was steadily failing;
the hurt in his head spreading, in a manner, to his limbs. My father
watched the feebleness growing on him, but said nothing. And from
first to last neither spake a word about the drummer, John Christian;
nor did any letter reach them, nor word of his doings.
"The rest of the tale you're free to believe, sir, or not, as you please. It
stands upon my father's words, and he always declared he was ready to
kiss the Book upon it, before judge and jury. He said, too, that he never
had the wit to make up such a yarn; and he defied any one to explain
about the lock, in particular, by any other tale. But you shall judge for
yourself.
"My father said that about three o'clock in the morning, April
fourteenth, of the year 'fourteen, he and William Tallifer were sitting
here, just as you and I, sir, are sitting now. My father had put on his
clothes a few minutes before, and was mending his spiller by the light
of the horn lantern, meaning to set off before daylight to haul the
trammel. The trumpeter hadn't been to bed at all. Toward the last he
mostly spent his nights (and his days, too) dozing in the elbow-chair
where you sit at this minute. He was dozing then (my father said) with
his chin dropped forward on his chest, when a knock sounded upon the

door, and the