THE LADY OF THE BARGE AND OTHER STORIES By W. W. Jacobs AN ADULTERATION ACT Dr. Frank Carson had been dreaming tantalizing dreams of cooling, effervescent beverages. Over and over again in his dreams he had risenfrom his bed, and tripping lightly down to the surgery in his pajamas, mixed himself something long and cool and fizzy, without being able tobring the dream to a satisfactory termination. With a sudden start he awoke. The thirst was still upon him; thematerials for quenching it, just down one flight of stairs. He wouldhave smacked his lips at the prospect if they had been moist enough tosmack; as it was, he pushed down the bedclothes, and throwing one leg outof bed-became firmly convinced that he was still dreaming. For the atmosphere was stifling and odorous, and the ceiling descended inan odd bulging curve to within a couple of feet of his head. Still halfasleep, he raised his fist and prodded at it in astonishment--a feelingwhich gave way to one of stupefaction as the ceiling took another shapeand swore distinctly. "I must be dreaming, " mused the doctor; "even the ceiling seems alive. " He prodded it again-regarding it closely this time. The ceiling at oncerose to greater altitudes, and at the same moment an old face with bushywhiskers crawled under the edge of it, and asked him profanely what hemeant by it. It also asked him whether he wanted something for himself, because, if so, he was going the right way to work. "Where am I?" demanded the bewildered doctor. "Mary! Mary!" He started up in bed, and brought his head in sudden violent contact withthe ceiling. Then, before the indignant ceiling could carry out itsthreat of a moment before, he slipped out of bed and stood on a floorwhich was in its place one moment and somewhere else the next. In the smell of bilge-water, tar, and the foetid atmosphere generally hisclouded brain awoke to the fact that he was on board ship, but resolutelydeclined to inform him how he got there. He looked down in disgust atthe ragged clothes which he had on in lieu of the usual pajamas; andthen, as events slowly pieced themselves together in his mind, remembered, as the last thing that he could remember, that he had warnedhis friend Harry Thomson, solicitor, that if he had any more to drink itwould not be good for him. He wondered dimly as he stood whether Thomson was there too, and walkingunsteadily round the forecastle, roused the sleepers, one by one, andasked them whether they were Harry Thomson, all answering with muchfluency in the negative, until he came to one man who for some time madeno answer at all. The doctor shook him first and then punched him. Then he shook him againand gave him little scientific slaps, until at length Harry Thomson, in afar-away voice, said that he was all right. "Well, I'm glad I'm not alone, " said the doctor, selfishly. "_Harry!Harry! Wake up!_" "All ri'!" said the sleeper; "I'm all ri'!" The doctor shook him again, and then rolled him backward and forward inhis bunk. Under this gentle treatment the solicitor's faculties weresomewhat brightened, and, half opening his eyes, he punched viciously atthe disturber of his peace, until threatening voices from the gloompromised to murder both of them. "Where are we?" demanded the doctor, of a deep voice from the other sideof the forecastle which had been particularly threatening. "Barque _Stella, _ o' course, " was the reply. "Where'd you think youwas?" The doctor gripped the edge of his friend's bunk and tried to think;then, a feeling of nausea overcoming all others, he clambered hurriedlyup the forecastle ladder and lurched to the side of the vessel. He leaned there for some time without moving, a light breeze cooling hisfevered brow, and a small schooner some little distance from them playingseesaw, as he closed his eyes to the heaving blue sea. Land wasconspicuous by its absence, and with a groan he turned and looked abouthim--at the white scrubbed deck, the snowy canvas towering aloft onlazily creaking spars, and the steersman leaning against the wheelregarding the officer who stood near by. Dr. Carson, feeling a little better, walked sternly aft, the officerturning round and glancing in surprise at his rags as he approached. "I beg your pardon, " began the doctor, in superior tones. "And what the devil do you want?" demanded the second officer; "who toldyou to come along here?" "I want to know what this means, " said the doctor, fiercely. "How dareyou kidnap us on your beastly bilge-tank?" "Man's mad, " murmured the astonished second officer. "Insufferable outrage!" continued the doctor. "Take us back toMelbourne at once. " "You get for'ard, " said the other sharply; "get for'ard, and don't let mehave any more of your lip. " "I want to see the captain of this ship, " cried the doctor; "go and fetchhim at once. " The second officer gazed at him, limp with astonishment, and then turnedto the steersman, as though unable to believe his ears. The steersmanpointed in front of him, and the other gave a cry of surprise and rage ashe saw another tatterdemalion coming with uncertain steps toward him. "Carson, " said the new arrival, feebly; and coming closer to his friend, clung to him miserably. "I'm just having it out with 'em, Thomson, " said the doctor, energetically. "My friend here is a solicitor. Tell him what 'll happenif they don't take us back, Harry. " "You seem to be unaware, my good fellow, " said the solicitor, covering alarge hole in the leg of his trousers with his hand, "of the verydangerous situation in which you have placed yourselves. We have nodesire to be harsh with you--" "Not at all, " acquiesced the doctor, nodding at the second officer. "At the same time, " continued Mr. Thomson--"at the--" He let go hisfriend's arm and staggered away; the doctor gazed after himsympathetically. [Illustration: HE SAW ANOTHER TATTERDEMALION COMING TOWARDS HIM. ] "His digestion is not all it should be, " he said to the second officer, confidentially. "If you don't get for'ard in two twos, " said that gentleman, explosively, "I'll knock your heads off. " The doctor gazed at him in haughty disdain, and taking the limp Thomsonby the arm, led him slowly away. "How did we get here?" asked Mr. Harry Thomson, feebly. The doctor shook his head. "How did we get these disgusting clothes on?" continued his friend. The doctor shook his head again. "The last thing I can remember, Harry, "he said, slowly, "was imploring you not to drink any more. " "I didn't hear you, " said the solicitor, crustily; "your speech was veryindistinct last night. " "Seemed so to you, I dare say, " said the other. Mr. Thomson shook his arm off, and clinging to the mainmast, leaned hischeek against it and closed his eyes. He opened them again at the soundof voices, and drew himself up as he saw the second officer coming alongwith a stern-visaged man of about fifty. "Are you the master of this vessel?" inquired the doctor, stepping tohis friend's side. "What the blazes has that got to do with you?" demanded the skipper. "Look here, my lads; don't you play any of your little games on me, because they won't do. You're both of you as drunk as owls. " "Defamation of character, " said the solicitor, feebly, to his friend. "Allow me, " said the doctor, with his best manner, "to inquire what allthis means. I am Dr. Frank Carson, of Melbourne; this gentleman is myfriend Mr. Thomson, of the same place, solicitor. " "What?" roared the skipper, the veins in his forehead standing out. "Doctor! Solicitor! Why, you damned rascals, you shipped with me ascook and A. B. " "There's some mistake, " said the doctor. "I'm afraid I shall have to askyou to take us back. I hope you haven't come far. " "Take those scarecrows away, " cried the skipper, hoarsely; "take themaway before I do them a mischief. I'll have the law of somebody forshipping two useless lubbers as seamen. Look to me like pickpockets. " "You shall answer for this, " said Carson, foaming; "we're professionalmen, and we're not going to be abused by a bargee. " "Let him talk, " said Mr. Thomson, hurriedly drawing his friend away fromthe irate skipper. "Let him talk. " "I'll put you both in quod when we get to Hong-kong, " said the skipper. "Meantime, no work, no food; d'ye hear? Start and cook the breakfast, Mr. Doctor; and you. Mr. Lawyer, turn to and ask the boy to teach you anA. B's duties. " He walked back to the cabin; and the new cook was slowly pushed towardthe galley by the second officer, the new A. B. , under the same gentleguidance, being conducted back to the forecastle. Fortunately for the new seamen the weather continued fine, but the heatof the galley was declared by the new cook to be insupportable. From theother hands they learned that they had been shipped with several othersby a resourceful boarding-house master. The other hands, being men ofplain speech, also said that they were brought aboard in a state ofbeastly and enviable intoxication, and chaffed crudely when the doctorattributed their apparent state of intoxication to drugs. "You say you're a doctor?" said the oldest seaman. "I am, " said Carson, fiercely. "Wot sort of a doctor are you, if you don't know when your licker's beenplayed with, then?" asked the old man, as a grin passed slowly from mouthto mouth. "I suppose it is because I drink so seldom, " said the doctor, loftily. "I hardly know the taste of liquor myself, while as for my friend Mr. Thomson, you might almost call him a teetotaler. "Next door to one, " said the solicitor, who was sewing a patch on histrousers, as he looked up approvingly. "You might call 'im a sailor, if you liked, " said another seaman, "butthat wouldn't make him one. All I can say is I never 'ad enough time ormoney to get in the state you was both in when you come aboard. " If the forecastle was incredulous, the cabin was worse. The officers atfirst took but little notice of them, but feeling their torn and tatteredappearance was against them, they put on so many airs and graces tocounteract this that flesh and blood could not endure it quietly. Thecook would allude to his friend as Mr. Thomson, while the A. B. Wouldpersist in referring, with a most affected utterance, to Dr. Carson. "Cook!" bawled the skipper one day when they were about a week out. Dr. Carson, who was peeling potatoes, stepped slowly out of the galleyand went toward him. "You say 'Sir, ' when you're spoken to, " said the skipper, fiercely. The doctor sneered. "My --- if you sneer at me, I'll knock your head off!" said the other, with a wicked look. "When you get back to Melbourne, " said the doctor, quietly, "you'll hearmore of this. " "You're a couple of pickpockets aping the gentleman, " said the skipper, and he turned to the mate. "Mr. Mackenzie, what do these two ragamuffinslook like?" "Pickpockets, " said the mate, dutifully. "It's a very handy thing, " said the old man, jeeringly, "to have a doctoraboard. First time I've carried a surgeon. " Mr. Mackenzie guffawed loudly. "And a solicitor, " said the skipper, gazing darkly at the hapless HarryThomson, who was cleaning brasswork. "Handy in case of disputes. He's areal sea lawyer. _Cook!_" "Sir?" said the doctor, quietly. "Go down and tidy my cabin, and see you do it well. " The doctor went below without a word, and worked like a housemaid. Whenhe came on deck again, his face wore a smile almost of happiness, and hishand caressed one trousers pocket as though it concealed a hidden weapon. For the following three or four days the two unfortunates were workedunceasingly. Mr. Thomson complained bitterly, but the cook wore asphinx-like smile and tried to comfort him. "It won't be for long, Harry, " he said, consolingly. The solicitor sniffed. "I could write tract after tract on temperance, "he said, bitterly. "I wonder what our poor wives are thinking? I expectthey have put us down as dead. " "Crying their eyes out, " said the doctor, wistfully; "but they'll drythem precious quick when we get back, and ask all sorts of questions. What are you going to say, Harry?" "The truth, " said the solicitor, virtuously. "So am I, " said his friend; "but mind, we must both tell the same tale, whatever it is. Halloa! what's the matter?" "It's the skipper, " said the boy, who had just run up; "he wants to seeyou at once. He's dying. " He caught hold of the doctor by the sleeve; but Carson, in his mostprofessional manner, declined to be hurried. He went leisurely down thecompanion-ladder, and met with a careless glance the concerned faces ofthe mate and second officer. "Come to the skipper at once, " said the mate. "Does he want to see me?" said the doctor, languidly, as he entered thecabin. The skipper was lying doubled up in his bunk, his face twisted with pain. "Doctor, " he panted, "give me something quick. There's the medicine-chest. " "Do you want some food, sir?" inquired the other, respectfully. "Food be damned!" said the sufferer. "I want physic. There's themedicine-chest. " The doctor took it up and held it out to him. "I don'twant the lot, " moaned the skipper. "I want you to give me something for red-hot corkscrews in the inside. " "I beg your pardon, " said the doctor, humbly; "I'm only the cook. " "If you--don't--prescribe for me at once, " said the skipper, "I'll putyou in irons. " The doctor shook his head. "I shipped as cook, " he said, slowly. "Give me something, for Heaven's sake!" said the skipper, humbly. "I'mdying. " The doctor pondered. "If you dinna treat him at once, I'll break your skull, " said the mate, persuasively. The doctor regarded him scornfully, and turned to the writhing skipper. "My fee is half a guinea a visit, " he said, softly; "five shillings ifyou come to me. " "I'll have half a guinea's worth, " said the agonized skipper. The doctor took his wrist, and calmly drew the second officer's watchfrom its owner's pocket. Then he inspected the sick man's tongue, andshaking his head, selected a powder from the chest. "You mustn't mind its being nasty, " he said. "Where's a spoon?" He looked round for one, but the skipper took the powder from his hand, and licked it from the paper as though it had been sherbet. "For mercy's sake don't say it's cholera, " he gasped. "I won't say anything, " said the doctor. "Where did you say the moneywas?" The skipper pointed to his trousers, and Mr. Mackenzie, his nationalspirit rising in hot rage, took out the agreed amount and handed it tothe physician. "Am I in danger?" said the skipper. "There's always danger, " said the doctor, in his best bedside manner. "Have you made your will?" The other, turning pale, shook his head. "Perhaps you'd like to see asolicitor?" said Carson, in winning tones. "I'm not bad enough for that, " said the skipper, stoutly. "You must stay here and nurse the skipper, Mr. Mackenzie, " said Carson, turning to the mate; "and be good enough not to make that snufflingnoise; it's worrying to an invalid. " "Snuffling noise?" repeated the horror-struck mate. "Yes; you've got an unpleasant habit of snuffling, " said the doctor; "itsometimes. I worries me meant to speak to you about it before. Youmustn't do it here. If you want to snuffle, go and snuffle on deck. " The frenzied outburst of the mate was interrupted by the skipper. "Don'tmake that noise in my cabin, Mr. Mackenzie, " he said, severely. Both mates withdrew in dudgeon, and Carson, after arranging thesufferer's bedclothes, quitted the cabin and sought his friend. Mr. Thomson was at first incredulous, but his eyes glistened brightly at thesight of the half-sovereign. "Better hide it, " he said, apprehensively; "the skipper 'll have it backwhen he gets well; it's the only coin we've got. " "He won't get well, " said Dr. Carson, easily; "not till we get to Hong-kong, that is. " "What's the matter with him?" whispered the solicitor. The doctor, evading his eye, pulled a long face and shook his head. "Itmay be the cooking, " he said, slowly. "I'm not a good cook, I admit. Itmight be something got into the food from the medicine-chest. Ishouldn't be at all surprised if the mates are taken bad too. " And indeed at that very moment the boy came rushing to the galley again, bawling out that Mr. Mackenzie was lying flat on his stomach in his bunk, punching the air with his fists and rending it with his language. Thesecond officer appeared on deck as he finished his tale, and glancingforward, called out loudly for the cook. "You're wanted, Frank, " said the solicitor. "When he calls me doctor, I'll go, " said the other, stiffly. "_Cook!_" bawled the second officer. "_Cook!_ COOK!" He came running forward, his face red and angry, and his fist doubled. "Didn't you hear me calling you?" he demanded, fiercely. "I've been promoted, " said Carson, sweetly. "I'm ship's surgeon now. " "Come down below at once, or I'll take you there by the scruff of yourneck, " vociferated the other. "You're not big enough, little man, " said the doctor, still smiling. "Well, well, lead the way, and we'll see what we can do. " He followed the speechless second officer below, and found the boy'sdescription of the first officer's state as moonlight unto sunlight, aswater unto wine. Even the second officer was appalled at the spectacle, and ventured a protest. "Gie me something at once, " yelled Mr. Mackenzie. "Do you wish me to undertake your case?" inquired the doctor, suavely. Mr. Mackenzie said that he did, in seven long, abusive, and wickedsentences. "My fee is half a guinea, " said the doctor, softly, poor people whocannot afford more, mates and the like, I sometimes treat for less. " "I'll die first, " howled the mate; "you won't get any money out of me. " "Very good, " said the doctor, and rose to depart. "Bring him back, Rogers, " yelled the mate; "don't let him go. " But the second officer, with a strange awesome look in his eyes, wasleaning back in his seat, tightly gripping the edge of the table in bothhands. "Come, come, " said the doctor, cheerily--"what's this? You mustn't beill, Rogers. I want you to nurse these other two. " The other rose slowly to his feet and eyed him with lack-lustre eyes. "Tell the third officer to take charge, " he said, slowly; "and if he's tohe nurse as well, he's got his hands full. " The doctor sent the boy to apprise the third officer of hisresponsibilities, and then stood watching the extraordinary and snakelikeconvolutions of Mr. Mackenzie. "How much--did--ye say?" hissed the latter. "Poor people, " repeated the doctor, with relish, "five shillings a visit;very poor people, half a crown. " "I'll have half a crown's worth, " moaned the miserable mate. "Mr. Mackenzie, " said a faint voice from the skipper's cabin. "Sir?" yelled the mate, who was in torment. "Don't answer me like that, sir, " said the skipper, sharply. "Will youplease to remember that I'm ill, and can't bear that horrible noiseyou're making?" "I'm--ill--too, " gasped the mate. "Ill? Nonsense!" said the skipper, severely. "We can't both be ill. How about the ship?" There was no reply, but from another cabin the voice of Mr. Rogers washeard calling wildly for medical aid, and offering impossible sums inexchange for it. The doctor went from cabin to cabin, and, firstcollecting his fees, administered sundry potions to the sufferers; andthen, in his capacity of cook, went forward and made an unsavory mess hecalled gruel, which he insisted upon their eating. Thanks to his skill, the invalids were freed from the more violent oftheir pains, but this freedom was followed by a weakness so alarming thatthey could hardly raise their heads from their pillows--a state of thingswhich excited the intense envy of the third officer, who, owing to hisresponsibilities, might just as well have been without one. In this state of weakness, and with the fear of impending dissolutionbefore his eyes, the skipper sent for Mr. Harry Thomson, and after somecomparisons between lawyers and sharks, in which stress was laid uponcertain redeeming features of the latter, paid a guinea and made hiswill. His example, save in the amount of the fee, was followed by themate; but Mr. Rogers, being approached tentatively by the doctor in hisfriend's behalf, shook his head and thanked his stars he had nothing toleave. He had enjoyed his money, he said. They mended slowly as they approached Hong-kong, though a fit of temperon Mr. Mackenzie's part, during which he threw out ominous hints abouthaving his money back, led to a regrettable relapse in his case. He wasstill in bed when they came to anchor in the harbour; but the skipper andhis second officer were able to go above and exchange congratulationsfrom adjoining deck-chairs. "You are sure it wasn't cholera?" asked the harbour-master's deputy, whohad boarded them in his launch, after he had heard the story. "Positive, " said Carson. "Very fortunate thing they had you on board, " said the deputy--"veryfortunate. " The doctor bowed. "Seems so odd, the three of them being down with it, " said the other;"looks as though it's infectious, doesn't it?" "I don't think so, " said the doctor, accepting with alacrity an offer togo ashore in the launch and change into some decent clothes. "I think Iknow what it was. " The captain of the _Stella_ pricked up his ears, and the second officerleaned forward with parted lips. Carson, accompanied by the deputy andthe solicitor, walked toward the launch. "What was it?" cried the skipper, anxiously. [Illustration: THE SECOND OFFICER LEANED FORWARD] "I think that you ate something that disagreed with you, " replied thedoctor, grinning meaningly. "Good-by, captain. " The master of the _Stella_ made no reply, but rising feebly, tottered tothe side, and shook his fist at the launch as it headed for the shore. Doctor Carson, who had had a pious upbringing, kissed his hand in return.