"You have, and it seems to have done you a lot of good. You can eat a good breakfast now, can't you?"

"Yes, and get up first and have a good wash. I long for it."

"You can't. I shall have to do that. Here, wait a minute. I will go and tell the cook to get your breakfast ready, and then come back and put you all a-taunto."

The lad hurried out of the cabin, leaving Fitz wide-awake now in every sense of the word, for that last rest had brought back the power of coherent thought, making him look wonderingly out of the window at the glorious sea, so different from anything he had been accustomed to for months and months, and setting him wondering.

"Why, this can't be the Irish Channel," he thought, "and here, when was it I was taken ill? I seem to have been fast asleep, and only just woke up. Where was I? Was that a dream? No, I remember now; the lieutenant and the cutter's crew. That schooner we were sent to board in the darkness, and--"

Here his young attendant re-entered the cabin with a tin-bowl in one hand, a bucket of freshly dipped sea-water in the other, and a towel thrown over his shoulder.

"Here, hullo, midshipman!" he cried cheerily. "My word, you do look wide-awake! But there's nothing wrong, is there?"

"Yes! No! I don't know," cried Fitz excitedly. "What's the name of this schooner?"

"Oh, it's all right. It's my father's schooner."

"And you sailed from Liverpool?"

"I haven't come here to answer your questions," said the lad, almost sulkily.

"That proves it, then. I remember it all now. We boarded you in the dark, and--and--"

Before the speaker could continue, the cabin-door was thrust open and the bluff-looking skipper entered.

"Hullo!" he said sternly, "what's the matter here?"

"Your son, sir, won't answer my questions," cried Fitz excitedly.

"Quite right, my lad. I told him not to until you get better, so don't ask."

"I am better," cried the boy, trying to spring up, but sinking back with a groan.

"There, you see," said the skipper, "you are not. You are far too weak.

Why not take my word for it, my lad, as a bit of a doctor? Now, look here! You want to know how it is you came on board my craft--wait patiently a little while, and when I think you are well enough to bear it I will tell you all."

"But I don't want to be told now," cried the boy pa.s.sionately--"not that. I boarded with our men, and I can remember I felt a heavy blow.

I must have been knocked down and stunned. What has become of our lieutenant, the boat and men?"

"Oh, well, my lad, if the murder must out--"

"Murder!" cried Fitz.

"Murder, no! Nonsense! That's a figure of speech. I mean, if the story must come out, here it is. I was going peacefully down channel when your boat boarded us."

"As she had a right to," cried Fitz, "being from one of the Queen's ships on duty."

"Oh, I am not going to argue that, my lad," said the skipper coolly. "I was sailing down channel, interfering with n.o.body, when I was boarded by a lot of armed men in the dark, and I did what any skipper would do under the circ.u.mstances. The boat's crew meant to capture my craft and my valuable cargo, so after a scuffle I had them all pitched overboard to get back to their boat, and gave them the go-by in the darkness, and I haven't seen anything of them since."

"Oh!" exclaimed Fitz. "Resisting one of Her Majesty's crews! Do you know, sir, what it means?"

"I know what the other means, my lad--losing my craft and valuable cargo, and some kind of punishment, I suppose, for what I have done."

"But you have taken me prisoner, then?" cried Fitz.

"Well, not exactly, my lad," said the skipper, smiling. "I shouldn't have done that if I had known. n.o.body knew you were on board till the next morning, for we were all too busy clapping on all sail so as to give your gunboat a clean pair of heels."

"Never mind me," cried Fitz excitedly. "What about the boat's crew?"

"Oh, they'll be all right. They got back to their boat. We could hear plainly enough the shouting one to the other, and your officer hailing till the last man was picked up. They were showing their lantern then without stint, not giving us a mere glimpse like they did when we saw it first."

"Oh!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Fitz, drawing his breath between his teeth as he recalled the dropping off to sleep of poor Bill Smith.

"It was not till sunrise, my lad, that I knew you were on board. You had had an unlucky crack on the head which sent you down the companion-ladder, and when my lads brought and laid you up on deck it seemed to me the worst part of the night's business."

"Then why didn't you put me ash.o.r.e at once?" cried Fitz. "You were keeping me a prisoner here," and he looked from father to son, the former where he had seated himself quietly by the head of the middy's berth, the other standing leaning against the bulkhead folding and unfolding the clean towel, with the bucket of water and tin-bowl at his feet.

"Why didn't I put you ash.o.r.e at once?" replied the skipper. "Say, why didn't I put myself and men all in prison for what I had done? Well, hardly likely, my lad. I couldn't afford it, between ourselves. There!

It was your people's fault. You may call it duty, if you like. Mine was to save my schooner if I could--and I did. So now you know the worst. Come; be a good boy and let Poole there wash your face."

"Oh, this is insufferable," cried Fitz. "You are insulting a Queen's officer, sir."

"I am very sorry, sir," said the skipper coolly, "but I have got another duty to do now, and that is to make you quite well. This is only a fast trading schooner, but in his way a skipper is as big a man as the captain of a Queen's man-of-war. He is master, and you have got to obey--the more so because it is for your own good. Why don't I set you ash.o.r.e? Because I can't. As soon as I safely can, off you go, but till then just you take it coolly and get well."

"Put me aboard the first ship you see."

"I shall put you where I like, my boy; so once more I tell you that you have got to obey me and get well. If you go on like this, exciting yourself, we shall have the fever back again, and then, mark this, the words of truth, you will be too ill to ask me to write to your mother and tell her how bad you are."

Poor Fitz's lips parted, and he lay back upon his pillow speechless and staring with a strange, wistful look in his eyes, making not the slightest resistance, not even attempting to speak again, as the skipper laid a hand once more upon his forehead, keeping it there a few minutes before he removed it.

"Not so hot," he said, "as I expected to feel it. Go on, Poole, my boy, and get him his breakfast as soon as you can."

The lad took his father's place as he vacated it and moved towards the cabin-door, but only to return directly, step to the side of the berth, and take one of the middy's hands and hold it between his own.

"There, there," he said, "I am sorry to be so hard with you, my lad, for you have spoken very bravely and well. Come! A sailor has to take the ups and downs of his profession. You are all in the downs now, and are, so to speak, my prisoner; but we shan't put you in irons, eh, Poole?"

"No, father," said the lad addressed, smiling; "not quite."

"And I shall be disgraced--disgraced!" groaned the midshipman.

"Disgraced! Nonsense! What for? Why, my lad, your captain when he knows all ought to put a big mark against your name; and I have no doubt he will."

As he spoke he left the cabin without another word, and the silence was just as great within; but it was a busy silence all the same, while Fitz lay back, unable to avoid feeling how cool and pleasant was the touch of the water, and how gentle were his attendant's hands.

He was still miserable, but there was something very satisfying later on in being propped up with a great locker-cushion and a well-stuffed pillow, feeling the deliciously warm morning air float through the open cabin-window, what time, by the help of the skipper's son, he partook of a capital breakfast, at first feeling that every mouthful was choking him, then with eager appet.i.te, Poole smiling pleasantly at him all the while.

It was annoying too, for the middy felt that, to use his own term, he ought to hate this "filibustering young ruffian" with all his heart. As for speaking to him unless it were to give him some imperious order, he mentally vowed he would not do that.