CHAPTER XI
_In Which Teddy Brisk Gives the Strains of a Tight Cove Ballad to the North Wind, Billy Topsail Wins the Reward of Daring, Cracker Finds Himself in the Way of the Evil-Doer, and Teddy Brisk's Boast Makes Doctor Luke Laugh_
Stripped down, at first, on the field, Billy Topsail would not yield tothe cold. He did not shrink from the wind. He moved like a man allclothed. Nor would he yield to the shock of the water. He ignored it. Itwas heroic self-command. But he was the man for that--a Newfoundlander.He struck out precisely as though he had gone into the summer water ofRuddy Cove. If he relapsed from this attitude the cold would strikethrough him. A chill would momentarily paralyze his strength.
He was neither a strong nor a cunning swimmer. In this lapse he would godown and be choked beyond further effort before he could recover the useof his arms and legs. It was icy cold. He would not think of the cold.His best protection against it was the sufficient will to ignore it.The power would not long endure. It must endure until he had clamberedout of the water to the little pan towards which he floundered. He wasslow in the water. It seemed to him that his progress was mysteriouslyprolonged--that the wind was driving the pan away.
The wind could not rise to this pitch in a minute; but when he wasmidway of the lane he thought half an hour had elapsed--an hour--that hemust have left the field and the boy far behind.
The boy was not much more than fifteen yards away.
A word of advice occurred to Billy. He did not turn. He was then withina dozen strokes of the little pan.
He shouted:
"Give un a tune!"
Teddy Brisk dropped his crutch, fumbled in his waistcoat pocket, whippedout his mouth organ, clapped it to his lips, and blew a lively air:
Lukie's boat was painted green, The finest boat that ever was seen; Lukie's boat had cotton sails, A juniper rudder and galvanized nails.
And he so profoundly astonished the dogs with these sudden, harmonioussounds, accompanied by the jerky movement of a crippled leg, designed toresemble a dance, and in itself shockingly suspicious--so profoundlyastonished the dogs that they paused to reconsider the matter in hand.
It was startling. They sat up. Aha! What was this? What did it portend?
And the little boy wheezed away:
Lukie sailed her out one day, A fine spell o' weather in the month o' May; She leaked so bad when he put about, He drove her ashore on the Tailor's Snout.
And he kept on blowing that famous jig-time ballad of Tight Cove fordear life until a tug at the line round his waist warned him to bracehimself against the steady pull to follow.
Teddy was still giving the strains of Lukie's adventure to the northwind when the little pan came alongside.
"Carry on!" Billy Topsail chattered behind him.
Teddy interrupted himself to answer:
"Aye, sir!"
"I'll get my clothes an' the skins aboard. Ecod! It's awful cold!"
Presently they pushed out from the field. It had not taken long. Thepatch of white light that was the sun had not yet dropped out of sightbehind the cliffs of the shore.
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It was a bad night on the field to the south. The boys were hungry. Itwas cold. Billy Topsail suffered from the cold. In the morning thenortherly wind had turned the heap of dogskin robes into a snowdrift.The sun shone. Billy was still cold. He shivered and chattered. Hedespaired. Rescue came, however, in the afternoon. It was the Tight Coveskiff, hailing now from Our Harbour, with Doctor Luke aboard.
The skiff from Come-Again Bight found the dogs. The dogs were wild--themen said--and would not come aboard, but ran off in a pack to thefarthest limits of the field and were not seen again--save only Cracker,who fawned and jumped into the skiff without so much as a by-your-leave.And Cracker, in due course and according to custom, they hanged by theneck at Tight Cove until he was dead.
That day, however--the afternoon of the rescue--when the Tight Coveskiff came near, Teddy Brisk put his hands to his mouth andshouted--none too lustily:
"Ahoy!"
"Aye?" Skipper Thomas answered.
"Did my mother send you?"
"She did."
Teddy Brisk turned to Billy Topsail.
"Didn't I tell you," he sobbed, his eyes blazing, "that I knowed mymother's ways?"
And Doctor Luke laughed.
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