"But dash it all," said the Pilgrim, "me and my mate ----"
"Hush!" said the publican.
"How long are the horses likely to be?" we asked the driver.
"Dunno," he grunted. "Might be three or four hours. It's all accordin'."
"Now, look here," said the Pilgrim, "me and my mate wanter catch the train."
"Hush-sh-sh!" from the publican in a
fierce whisper.
"Well, boss," said the joker, "can you let us have beds, then?
I don't want to
freeze here all night, anyway."
"Yes," said the
landlord, "I can do that, but some of you
will have to sleep double and some of you'll have to take it out of the sofas,
and one or two 'll have to make a shakedown on the floor.
There's plenty of bags in the
stable, and you've got rugs and coats with you.
Fix it up
amongst yourselves."
"But look here!" interrupted the Pilgrim, desperately,
"we can't afford to wait! We're only `battlers', me and my mate,
pickin' up crumbs by the
wayside. We've got to catch the ----"
"Hush!" said the publican,
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savagely. "You fool, didn't I tell you
my
missus was bad? I won't have any noise."
"But look here," protested the Pilgrim, "we must catch the train
at Dead Camel ----"
"You'll catch my boot
presently," said the publican, with a
savage oath,
"and go further than Dead Camel. I won't have my
missus disturbed
for you or any other man! Just you shut up or get out,
and take your
blooming mate with you."
We lost
patience with the Pilgrim and
sternly took him aside.
"Now, for God's sake, hold your jaw," we said. "Haven't you got
any
consideration at all? Can't you see the man's wife is ill
-- dying perhaps -- and he nearly worried off his head?"
The Pilgrim and his mate were scraggy little bipeds of the city push variety,
so they were suppressed.
"Well," yawned the joker, "I'm not going to roost on a stump all night.
I'm going to turn in."
"It'll be eighteenpence each," hinted the
landlord. "You can settle now
if you like to save time."
We took the hint, and had another drink. I don't know
how we "fixed it up
amongst ourselves," but we got settled down somehow.
There was a lot of
mysterious whispering and scuffling round
by the light of a couple of dirty
greasy bits of candle.
Fortunately we dared not speak loud enough to have a row,
though most of us were by this time in the
humour to pick a quarrel
with a long-lost brother.
The Joker got the best bed, as good-
humoured,
good-natured chaps generally do,
without
seeming to try for it. The growler of the party
got the floor and chaff bags, as
selfish men
mostly do --
without
seeming to try for it either. I took it out of one of the "sofas",
or rather that sofa took it out of me. It was short and narrow
and down by the head, with a leaning to one corner on the outside,
and had more nails and bits of gin-case than original sofa in it.
I had been asleep for three seconds, it seemed, when somebody
shook me by the shoulder and said:
"Take yer seats."
When I got out, the driver was on the box, and the others
were getting rum and milk inside themselves (and in bottles)
before
taking their seats.
It was colder and darker than before, and the South Pole seemed nearer,
and pretty soon, but for the rum, we should have been in a worse fix
than before.
There was a spell of grumbling. Presently someone said:
"I don't believe them horses was lost at all. I was round behind the
stablebefore I went to bed, and seen horses there; and if they wasn't
them same horses there, I'll eat 'em raw!"
"Would yer?" said the driver, in a disinterested tone.
"I would," said the passenger. Then, with a sudden
ferocity, "and you too!"
The driver said nothing. It was an
abstract question
which didn't interest him.
We saw that we were on
delicate ground, and changed the subject for a while.
Then someone else said:
"I wonder where his
missus was? I didn't see any signs of her about,
or any other woman about the place, and we was pretty well all over it."
"Must have kept her in the
stable," suggested the Joker.
"No, she wasn't, for Scotty and that chap on the roof was there after bags."
"She might have been in the loft," reflected the Joker.
"There was no loft," put in a voice from the top of the coach.
"I say, Mister -- Mister man," said the Joker suddenly to the driver,