Billy Topsail, M.D.: A Tale of Adventure With Doctor Luke of the Labrador by Norman Duncan
CHAPTER XXI
_In Which a Croesus of Ragged Run Drives a Hard Bargain in a Gale of Wind_
"An' there the ol' codger was squattin'," Skipper Joe's tale went on,"his ol' face pinched an' woebegone, his bag o' bones wrapped up in hiscoonskin coat, his pan near flush with the sea, with little black wavesalready beginnin' t' wash over it.
"A sad sight, believe me! Poor old Skinflint Sam bound out t' seawithout hope on a wee pan o' ice!
"'Got any room for me?' says he.
"We ranged alongside.
"'She's too deep as it is,' says Tom. 'I'm wonderful sorry, SkipperSam.'
"An' he was.
"'Ay,' says Sam; 'you isn't got room for no more. She'd sink if I putfoot in her.'
"'Us'll come back,' says Tom.
"'No use, Tom,' says Sam. 'You knows that well enough. 'Tis no place outhere for a Ragged Run punt. Afore you could get t' shore an' back nightwill be down an' this here gale will be a blizzard. You'd never be ablet' find me.'
"'I 'low not,' says Tom.
"'Oh, no,' says Sam. 'No use, b'y.'
"'Skipper Sam,' says Tom, 'I'm sorry!'
"'Ay,' says Sam; ''tis a sad death for an ol' man--squattin' out hereall alone on the ice an' shiverin' with the cold until he shakes hispoor damned soul out.'
"'Not damned!' cries Tom. 'Oh, don't say it!'
"'Ah, well!' says Sam; 'sittin' here all alone I been thinkin'.'
"''Tisn't by any man's wish that you're here, poor man!' says Tom.
"'Oh, no,' says Sam. 'No blame t' nobody. My time's come. That's all.But I wisht I had a seat in your rodney, Tom.'
"An' then Tom chuckled.
"'What you laughin' at?' says Sam.
"'I got a comical idea,' says Tom.
"'Laughin' at me, Tom?'
"'Oh, I'm jus' laughin'.'
'"'Tis neither time nor place, Tom,' says Sam, 't' laugh at an oldman.'
"Tom roared. Ay, he slapped his knee, an' he throwed back his head, an'he roared! 'Twas enough almost t' swamp the boat.
"'For shame!' says Sam.
"An' more than Skinflint Sam thought so.
"'Skipper Sam,' says Tom, 'you're rich, isn't you?'
"'I got money,' says Sam.
"'Sittin' out here all alone,' says Tom, 'you been thinkin' a deal, yousays?'
"'Well,' says Sam, 'I'll not deny that I been havin' a little spurt o'sober thought.'
"'You been thinkin' that money wasn't much, after all?'
"'Ay.'
"'An' that all your money in a lump wouldn't buy you passage ashore?'
"'Oh, some few small thoughts on that order,' says Sam. ''Tis perfectlynatural.'
"'Money talks,' says Tom.
"'Tauntin' me again, Tom?'
"'No, I isn't,' says Tom. 'I means it. Money talks. What'll you give formy seat in the boat?'
"''Tis not for sale, Tom.'
"The lads begun t' grumble. It seemed just as if Bad-Weather Tom Westwas makin' game of an ol' man in trouble. 'Twas either that or lunacy.An' there was no time for nonsense off the Ragged Run coast in a springgale of wind. But I knowed what Tom West was about. You sees, sir, Iknowed what you told him. An' as for me, fond as I was o' poor Tom West,I had no mind t' interrupt his bargain.
"'Hist!' Tom whispered t' the men in the rodney. 'I knows what I'mdoin'.'
"'A mad thing, Tom!'
"'Oh, no!' says Tom. ''Tis the cleverest thing ever I thought of. Well,'says he to Sam, 'how much?'
"'No man sells his life.'
"'Life or no life, my place in this boat is for sale,' says Tom. 'Moneytalks. Come, now. Speak up. Us can't linger here with night comin'down.'
"'What's the price, Tom?'
"'How much you got, Sam?'
"'Ah, well, I can afford a stiffish price, Tom. Anything you say inreason will suit me. You name the price, Tom. I'll pay.'
"'Ay, ye crab!' says Tom. 'I'm namin' prices, now. Look you, Sam! You'reseventy-three. I'm fifty-three. Will you grant that I'd live t' be asold as you?'
"'I'll grant it, Tom.'
"'I'm not sayin' I would,' says Tom. 'You mark that.'
"'Ah, well, I'll grant it, anyhow.'
"'I been an industrious man all my life, Skipper Sam. None knows itbetter than you. Will you grant that I'd earn a hundred and fiftydollars a year if I lived?'
"'Ay, Tom.'
"Down come a gust o' wind.
"'Have done!' says one of the lads. 'Here's the gale come down with thedark. Us'll all be cast away.'
"'Rodney's mine, isn't she?' says Tom.
"Well, she was. Nobody could say nothin' t' that. An' nobody did.
"'That's three thousand dollars, Sam,' says Tom.'Three--thousand--dollars!'
"'Ay,' says Sam, 'she calculates that way. But you've forgot t' deductyour livin' from the total. Not that I minds,' says he. ''Tis just abusiness detail.'
"'I'll not be harsh!' says Tom.
"'Another thing, Tom,' says Sam. 'You're askin' me t' pay for twentyyears o' life when I can use but a few. God knows how many!'
"'I got you where I wants you,' says Tom, 'but I isn't got the heart t'grind you. Will you pay two thousand dollars for my seat in the boat?'
"'If you is fool enough t' take it, Tom.'
"'There's something t' boot,' says Tom. 'I wants t' die out o' debt.'
"'You does, Tom.'
"'An' my father's bill is squared?'
"'Ay.'
"''Tis a bargain!' says Tom. 'God witness!'
"'Lads,' says Skinflint Sam t' the others in the rodney, 'I calls you t'witness that I didn't ask Tom West for his seat in the boat. I isn't nocoward. I've asked no man t' give up his life for me. This here bargainis a straight business deal. Business is business. 'Tis not myproposition. An' I calls you t' witness that I'm willin' t' pay what heasks. He've something for sale. I wants it. I've the money t' buy it.The price is his. I'll pay it.'
"Then he turned to Tom.
"'You wants this money paid t' your wife, Tom?' says he.
"'Ay,' says Tom, 't' my wife. She'll know why.'
"'Very good,' says Skinflint. 'You've my word that I'll do it.' An'then: 'Wind's jumpin' up, Tom.'
"'I wants your oath. The wind will bide for that. Hold up your righthand.'
"Skinflint shivered in a blast o' the gale.
"'I swears,' says he.
"'Lads,' says Tom, 'you'll shame this man to his grave if he fails t'pay!'
"'Gettin' dark, Tom,' says Sam.
"'Ay,' says Tom; ''tis growin' wonderful cold an' dark out here. I knowsit well. Put me ashore on the ice, lads,' says he.
"We landed Tom, then, on a near-by pan. He would have it so.
"'Leave me have my way!' says he. 'I've done a good stroke o' business.'
"Presently we took ol' Skinflint aboard in Tom's stead; an' jus' for aminute we hung off Tom's pan t' say good-bye.
"'I sends my love t' the wife an' the children,' says he. 'You'll notfail t' remember. She'll know why I done this thing. Tell her 'twas agrand chance an' I took it.'
"'Ay, Tom.'
"'Fetch in here close,' says Tom. 'I wants t' talk t' the ol' skinflintyou got aboard there. I'll have my say, ecod, at last! Ye crab!' sayshe, shakin' his fist in Skinflint's face when the rodney got alongside.'Ye robber! Ye pinch-a-penny! Ye liar! Ye thief! I _done_ ye! Hear me? Idone ye! I vowed I'd even scores with ye afore I died. An' I've doneit--I've done it! What did ye buy? Twenty years o' my life! What will yepay for? Twenty years o' my life!'
"An' Tom laughed. An' then he cut a caper, an' come close t' the edge o'the pan, an' shook his fist in Skinflint's face again.
"'Know what I found out from Doctor Luke?' says he. 'I seen Doctor Luke,ye crab! Know what he told me? No, ye don't! Twenty years o' my lifethis here ol' skinflint will pay for!' he crowed. 'Two thousand dollarshe'll put in the hands o' my poor wife!'
"Well, well! The rodney was movin' away. An' a swirl o' snow shroudedpoor Tom West. But we heard un laugh once mor
"'My heart has give 'way!' he yelled. '_I didn't have three months t'live! An' Doctor Luke tol' me so!_'
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"Well, now, sir," Skipper Joe concluded, "Skinflint done what he said hewould do. He laid the money in the hands o' Tom West's wife last week.But a queer thing happened next day. Up went the price o' pork atSkinflint's shop! And up went the price o' tea an' molasses! An' up wentthe price o' flour!"