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by W. W. Jacobs


  Dogs on board ship is a nuisance," said the night-watchman, gazingfiercely at the vociferous mongrel that had chased him from the deck ofthe Henry William; "the skipper asks me to keep an eye on the ship, andthen leaves a thing like that down in the cabin."

  He leaned against a pile of empty casks to recover his breath, shook hisfist at the dog, and said, slowly--

  Some people can't make too much of 'em. They talk about a dog's honesteyes and his faithful 'art. I 'ad a dog once, and I never saw his eyeslook so honest as they did one day when 'e was sitting on a pound o'beefsteak we was 'unting high and low for.

  I've known dogs to cause a lot of trouble in my time. A man as used tolive in my street told me he 'ad been in jail three times because dogsfollered him 'ome and wouldn't go away when he told 'em to. He said thatsome men would ha' kicked 'em out into the street, but he thought theirlittle lives was far too valuable to risk in that way.

  Some people used to wink when 'e talked like that, but I didn't: Iremembered a dog that took a fancy to old Sam Small and Ginger Dick andPeter Russet once in just the same way.

  It was one night in a little public-'ouse down Commercial Road way. They'ad on'y been ashore a week, and, 'aving been turned out of a music-'allthe night afore because a man Ginger Dick had punched in the jawwouldn't behave 'imself, they said they'd spend the rest o' their moneyon beer instead. There was just the three of 'em sitting by themselvesin a cosy little bar, when the door was pushed open and a big black dogcame in.

  He came straight up to Sam and licked his 'and. Sam was eating aarrowroot biscuit with a bit o' cheese on it at the time. He wasn't wotyou'd call a partickler sort o' man, but, seeing as 'ow the dog was socareless that 'e licked the biscuit a'most as much as he did his 'and,he gave it to 'im. The dog took it in one gulp, and then he jumped up onSam's lap and wagged his tail in 'is face for joy and thankfulness.

  "He's took a fancy to you, Sam," ses Ginger.

  Sam pushed the dog off on to the floor and wiped his face.

  "He's a good dog, by the look of 'im," ses Peter Russet, who was countrybred.

  He bought a sausage-roll, and him and the dog ate it between 'em. ThenGinger Dick bought one and gave it to 'im, and by the time it wasfinished the dog didn't seem to know which one of 'em he loved the most.

  "Wonder who he belongs to?" ses Ginger. "Is there any name on thecollar, Peter?"

  Peter shook his 'ead. "It's a good collar, though," he ses. "I wonderwhether he's been and lost 'imself?"

  Old Sam, wot was always on the look-out for money, put his beer down andwiped 'is mouth. "There might be a reward out for 'im," he ses. "I thinkI'll take care of 'im for a day or two, in case."

  "We'll all take care of 'im," ses Ginger; "and if there's a reward we'llgo shares. Mind that!"

  "I found 'im," ses Sam, very disagreeable. "He came up to me as if he'dknown me all 'is life."

  "No," ses Ginger. "Don't you flatter yourself. He came up to you becausehe didn't know you, Sam."

  "If he 'ad, he'd ha' bit your 'and," ses Peter Russet.

  "Instead o' washing it," ses Ginger.

  "Go on!" ses Sam, 'olding his breath with passion. "Go on!"

  Peter opened 'is mouth, but just then another man came into the bar,and, arter ordering 'is drink, turned round and patted the dog's 'ead.

  "That's a good dog; 'ow old is he?" he ses to Ginger.

  "Two years last April," ses Ginger, without moving a eyelid.

  "Fifth of April," ses old Sam, very quick and fierce.

  "At two o'clock in the morning," ses Peter.

  The man took up 'is beer and looked at 'em; then 'e took a drink andlooked at 'em again. Arter which he 'ad another look at the dog.

  "I could see 'e was very valuable," he ses. "I see that the moment I seteyes on 'im. Mind you don't get 'im stole."

  He finished up 'is beer and went out; and he 'ad 'ardly gone aforeGinger took a piece o' thick string out of 'is pocket and fastened it tothe dog's collar.

  "Make yourself at 'ome, Ginger," ses Sam, very nasty.

  "I'm going to," ses Ginger. "That chap knows something about dogs, and,if we can't get a reward for 'im, p'r'aps we can sell 'im."

  They 'ad another arf-pint each, and then, Ginger taking 'old of thestring, they went out into the street.

  "Nine o'clock," ses Peter. "It's no good going 'ome yet, Ginger."

  "We can 'ave a glass or two on the way," ses Ginger; "but I sha'n't feelcomfortable in my mind till we've got the dog safe 'ome. P'r'aps thepeople wot 'ave lost it are looking for it now."

  They 'ad another drink farther on, and a man in the bar took such afancy to the dog that 'e offered Ginger five shillings for it and drinksround.

  "That shows 'ow valuable it is," ses Peter Russet when they got outside."Hold that string tight, Ginger. Wot's the matter?"

  "He won't come," ses Ginger, tugging at the string. "Come on, old chap!Good dog! Come on!"

  He stood there pulling at the dog, wot was sitting down and beingdragged along on its stummick. He didn't know its name, but 'e called ita few things that seemed to ease 'is mind, and then he 'anded over thestring to Sam, wot 'ad been asking for it, and told 'im to see wot hecould do.

  "We shall 'ave a crowd round us in a minute," ses Peter. "Mind you don'tbust a blood-vessel, Sam."

  "And be locked up for stealing it, p'r'aps," ses Ginger. "Better let itgo, Sam."

  "Wot, arter refusing five bob for it?" ses Sam. "Talk sense, Ginger, andgive it a shove be'ind."

  Ginger gave it a shove, but it was no good. There was three or fourpeople coming along the road, and Sam made up 'is mind in an instant,and 'eld up his 'and to a cab that was passing.

  It took the three of 'em to get the dog into the cab, and as soon as itwas in the cabman told 'em to take it out agin. They argufied with 'imtill their tongues ached, and at last, arter paying 'im four shillingsand sixpence afore they started, he climbed up on the box and drove off.

  The door was open when they got to their lodgings, but they 'ad to becareful because o' the landlady. It took the three of 'em to pull andpush that dog upstairs, and Ginger took a dislike to dogs that 'e neverreally got over. They got 'im in the bedroom at last, and, arter they'ad given 'im a drink o' water out o' the wash-hand basin, Ginger andPeter started to find fault with Sam Small.

  "I know wot I'm about," ses Sam; "but, o' course, if you don't want yourshare, say so. Wot?"

  "Talk sense!" ses Ginger. "We paid our share o' the cab, didn't we? Andmore fools us."

  "There won't be no share," ses Peter Russet; "but if there is, we'regoing to'ave it."

  They undressed themselves and got into bed, and Ginger 'adn't been inhis five minutes afore the dog started to get in with 'im. When Gingerpushed 'im off 'e seemed to think he was having a game with 'im, and,arter pretending to bite 'im in play, he took the end of the counterpanein 'is mouth and tried to drag it off.

  "Why don't you get to sleep, Ginger?" ses Sam, who was just droppingoff. "'Ave a game with 'im in the morning."

  Ginger gave the dog a punch in the chest, and, arter saying a few o' thethings he'd like to do to Sam Small, he cuddled down in 'is bed and theyall went off to sleep. All but the dog, that is. He seemed uneasy in 'ismind, and if 'e woke 'em up once by standing on his 'ind-legs andputting his fore-paws on their chest to see if they was still alive, hedid arf-a-dozen times.

  He dropped off to sleep at last, scratching 'imself, but about threeo'clock in the morning Ginger woke up with a 'orrible start and sat upin bed shivering. Sam and Peter woke up, too, and, raising themselves inbed, looked at the dog, wot was sitting on its tail, with its 'ead back,moaning fit to break its 'art.

  "Wot's the matter?" ses old Sam, in a shaky voice. "Stop it! Stop it,d'ye hear!"

  "P'r'aps it's dying," ses Ginger, as the dog let off a 'owl like asteamer coming up the river. "Stop it, you brute!"

  "He'll wake the 'ouse up in a minute," ses Peter. "Take 'im downstairsand kick 'im into the street, Sam."

  "Take 'im y
ourself," ses Sam. "Hsh! Somebody's coming upstairs. Poor olddoggie. Come along, then. Come along."

  The dog left off his 'owling, and went over and licked 'im just as thelandlady and one or two more came to the door and called out to know wotthey meant by it.

  "It's all right, missis," ses Sam. "It's on'y pore Ginger. You keepquiet," he ses in a whisper, turning to Ginger.

  "Wot's he making that row about?" ses the landlady. "He made my bloodrun cold."

  "He's got a touch o' toothache," ses Sam. "Never mind, Ginger," 'e sesin a hurry, as the dog let off another 'owl; "try and bear it."

  "He's a coward, that's wot 'e is," ses the landlady, very fierce. "Why,a child o' five wouldn't make such a fuss."

  "Sounds more like a dog than a 'uman being," ses another voice. "Youcome outside, Ginger, and I'll give you something to cry for."

  They waited a minute or two, and then, everything being quiet, they wentback to bed, while old Sam talked to Ginger about wot 'e called 'is"presence o' mind," and Ginger talked to 'im about wot he'd do to 'im if'e wasn't a fat old man with one foot in the grave.

  They was all in a better temper when they woke up in the morning, andwhile Sam was washing they talked about wot they was to do with the dog.

  "We can't lead 'im about all day," ses Ginger; "and if we let 'im offthe string he'll go off 'ome."

  "He don't know where his 'ome is," ses Sam, very severe; "but he mightrun away, and then the pore thing might be starved or else ill-treated.I 'ave 'eard o' boys tying tin cans to their tails."

  "I've done it myself," ses Ginger, nodding. "Consequently it's our dootyto look arter 'im," ses Sam.

  "I'll go down to the front door," ses Peter, "and when I whistle, bringhim down."

  Ginger stuck his 'ead out o' the window, and by and by, when Peterwhistled, him and Sam took the dog downstairs and out into the street.

  "So far so good," ses Sam; "now, wot about brekfuss?"

  They 'ad their brekfuss in their usual coffeeshop, and the dog took bitsfrom all of them. Unfortunately, 'e wasn't used to haddick bones, andarter two of the customers 'ad gorn out and two more 'ad complained tothe landlord, they 'ad to leave their brekfusses and take 'im outsidefor a breath o' fresh air.

  "Now, wot are we going to do?" ses Ginger. "I'm beginning to be sick ofthe sight of 'im. 'Ave we got to lead 'im about all day on a bit o'string?"

  "Let's take 'im round the corner and lose 'im," ses Peter Russet.

  "You give me 'old o' that string," ses Sam. "If you don't want shares,that's all right. If I'm going to look arter 'im I'll 'ave it all."

  That made Ginger and Peter look at each other. Direckly Sam began totalk about money they began to think they might be losing something.

  "And wot about 'aving 'im in our bedroom and keeping us awake allnight?" ses Peter.

  "And putting it on to me with the toothache," ses Ginger. "No; you canlook arter 'im, Sam, while me and Peter goes off and enjoys ourselves;and if you get anything we go shares, mind."

  "All right," ses Sam, turning away with the dog.

  "And suppose Sam gets a reward or sells it, and then tells us that itran away and 'e lost it?" ses Peter.

  "O' course; I never thought o' that," ses Ginger. "You've got your 'eadon straight, Peter."

  "I see 'im smile, that's why," ses Peter Russet.

  "You're a liar," ses Sam.

  "We'll stick together," ses Ginger. "Leastways, one of us'll keep withyou, Sam."

  They settled it that way at last, and while Ginger went for a walk downround about where they 'ad found the dog, Sam Small and Peter waited forhim in a little public-'ouse down Limehouse way. Their idea was thatthere would be bills up, and when Ginger came back and said therewasn't, they 'ad a lot to say about people wot wasn't fit to 'ave dogsbecause they didn't love 'em.

  They 'ad a miserable day. When the dog got sick o' sitting in a pub 'emade such a noise they 'ad to take 'im out; and when 'e got tired o'walking about he sat down on the pavement and they 'ad to drag 'im alongto the nearest pub agin. At five o'clock in the arternoon Ginger Dickwas talking about two-penn'orth o' rat-poison.

  "Wot are we to do with 'im till twelve o'clock to-night?" ses Peter.

  "And s'pose we can't smuggle 'im into the 'ouse agin?" ses Ginger. "Orsuppose he makes that noise agin in the night?"

  They 'ad a pint each to 'elp them to think wot was to be done. And,arter a lot o' talking and quarrelling, they did wot a lot of otherpeople 'ave done when they got into trouble: they came to me.

  I 'ad on'y been on dooty about arf an hour when the three of 'em turnedup at the wharf with the dog, and, arter saying 'ow well I looked andthat I seemed to get younger every time they saw me, they asked me totake charge of the dog for 'em.

  "It'll be company for you," ses old Sam. "It must be very lonely 'ere ofa night. I've often thought of it."

  "And of a day-time you could take it 'ome and tie it up in yourback-yard," ses Ginger.

  I wouldn't 'ave anything to do with it at fust, but at last I gave way.They offered me fourpence a day for its keep, and, as I didn't want torun any risk, I made 'em give me a couple o' bob to go on with.

  They went off as though they'd left a load o' care be'ind 'em, and artertying the dog up to a crane I went on with my work. They 'adn't told mewot the game was, but, from one or two things they'd let drop, I'd got apretty good idea.

  The dog 'owled a bit at fust, but he quieted down arter a bit. He was anice-looking animal, but one dog is much the same as another to me, andif I 'ad one ten years I don't suppose I could pick it out from two orthree others.

  I took it off 'ome with me when I left at six o'clock next morning, andtied it up in my yard. My missis 'ad words about it, o' course--that'swot people get married for--but when she found it woke me up three timesshe quieted down and said wot a nice coat it 'ad got.

  The three of 'em came round next evening to see it, and they was soafraid of its being lost that when they stood me a pint at the Bull'sHead we 'ad to take it with us. Ginger was going to buy a sausage-rollfor it, but, arter Sam 'ad pointed out that they was paying me fourpencea day for its keep, he didn't. And Sam 'ad the cheek to tell me that itliked a nice bit o' fried steak as well as anything.

  A lot o' people admired that dog. I remember, on the fourth night Ithink it was, the barge Dauntless came alongside, and arter she was madefast the skipper came ashore and took a little notice of it.

  "Where did you get 'im?" he ses.

  I told 'im 'ow it was, and he stood there for some time patting the dogon the 'ead and whistling under 'is breath.

  "It's much the same size as my dog," he ses; "that's a black retriever,too."

  I ses "Oh!"

  "I'm afraid I shall 'ave to get rid of it," he ses. "It's on the bargenow. My missis won't 'ave it in the 'ouse any more cos it bit the baby.And o' course it was no good p'inting out to 'er that it was its firstbite. Even the law allows one bite, but it's no good talking about thelaw to wimmen."

  "Except when it's on their side," I ses.

  He patted the dog's 'ead agin and whistled, and a big black dog came upout of the cabin and sprang ashore. It went up and put its nose to Sam'sdog, and they both growled like thunderstorms.

  "Might be brothers," ses the skipper, "on'y your dog's got a better'eead and a better coat. It's a good dog."

  "They're all alike to me," I ses. "I couldn't tell 'em apart, not if youpaid me."

  The skipper stood there a moment, and then he ses: "I wish you'd let mesee 'ow my dog looks in your dog's collar," he ses.

  "Whaffor?" I ses.

  "On'y fancy," he ses. "Oh, Bill!"

  "Yes," I ses.

  "It ain't Christmas," he ses, taking my arm and walking up and down abit, "but it will be soon, and then I mightn't see you. You've done meone or two good turns, and I should like to make you a Christmas-box ofthree 'arf-dollars."

  I let 'im give 'em to me, and then, just to please 'im, I let 'im trythe collar on 'is dog, while I swept up a bit.

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bsp; "It looked beautiful on 'im," he ses, when I'd finished; "but I've putit back agin. Come on, Bruno. Good-night, Bill."

  He got 'is dog on the barge agin arter a bit o' trouble, and artermaking sure 'that my dog 'ad got its own collar on I went on with mywork.

  The dog didn't seem to be quite 'imself next day, and he was so fiercein the yard that my missis was afraid to go near 'im. I was going to askthe skipper about it, as 'e seemed to know more about dogs than I did,but when I got to the wharf the barge had sailed.

  It was just getting dark when there came a ring at the gate-bell, andafore I could answer it arf-a-dozen more, as fast as the bell could go.And when I opened the wicket Sam Small and Ginger and Peter Russet alltried to get in at once.

  "Where's the dog?" ses Sam.

  "Tied up," I ses. "Wot's the matter? 'Ave you all gorn mad?"

  They didn't answer me. They ran on to the jetty, and afore I could turnround a'most they 'ad got the dog loose and was dragging it towards me,smiling all over their faces.

  "Reward," ses Ginger, as I caught 'old of 'im by the coat. "Five pounds--landlord of a pub--at Bow--come on, Sam!"

  "Why don't you keep your mouth shut, Ginger?" ses Sam.

  "Five pounds!" I ses. "Five pounds! Hurrah!"

  "Wot are you hurraying about?" ses Sam, very short.

  "Why," I ses, "I s'pose----Here, arf a moment!"

  "Can't stop," ses Sam, going arter the others.

  I watched 'em up the road, and then I locked the gate and walked up anddown the wharf thinking wot a funny thing money is, and 'ow it alterspeople's natures. And arter all, I thought that three arf-dollars earnedhonest was better than a reward for hiding another man's dog.

  I finished tidying up, and at nine o'clock I went into the office for aquiet smoke. I couldn't 'elp wondering 'ow them three 'ad got on, andjust as I was thinking about it there came the worst ringing at thegate-bell I 'ave ever 'eard in my life, and the noise of heavy bootskicking the gate. It was so violent I 'ardly liked to go at fust,thinking it might be bad news, but I opened it at last, and in bust SamSmall, with Ginger and Peter.

  For five minutes they all talked at once, with their nasty fists 'eldunder my nose. I couldn't make lead or tail of it at fust, and then Ifound as 'ow they 'ad got the dog back with them, and that the landlord'ad said 'e wasn't the one.

  "But 'e said as he thought the collar was his," ses Sam. "'Ow do youaccount for that?"

  "P'r'aps he made a mistake," I ses; "or p'r'aps he thought you'd turnthe dog adrift and he'd get it back for nothing. You know wot landlordsare. Try 'im agin."

  "You take 'im back to-morrow night," I ses. "It's a nice walk to Bow.And then come back and beg my pardon. I want to 'ave a word with thispoliceman here. Goodnight."

  THE WEAKER VESSEL

 

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