W. W. Jacobs

W. W. Jacobs

Summary

Portrait of W. W. Jacobs W. W. Jacobs The Boatswain's Mate

Waters, fresh and cool, with a smile upon her pleasant face, sat behind the tray. She looked at her guest curiously, Mr. Travers's spirits being somewhat higher than the state of his wardrobe appeared to justify.
"Why don't you get some settled work?" she inquired, with gentle severity, as he imparted snatches of his history between bites.
"Easier said than done," said Mr. Travers, serenely. "But don't you run away with the idea that I'm a beggar, because I'm not. I pay my way, such as it is. And, by-the-bye, I s'pose I haven't earned that two pounds Benn gave me?"
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Portrait of W. W. Jacobs W. W. Jacobs The Boatswain's Mate

Travers hesitated and, pushing his cap back, scratched his head.
"I gives you the two quid afore you go into the house," continued the boatswain, hastily following up the impression he had made. "I'd give 'em to you now if I'd got 'em with me. That's my confidence in you; I likes the look of you. Soldier or sailor, when there is a man's work to be done, give 'em to me afore anybody."
The soldier seated himself again and let his bundle fall to the ground. "Go on," he said, slowly. "Write it out fair and square and sign it, and I'm your man."
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Portrait of W. W. Jacobs W. W. Jacobs The Boatswain's Mate

The boatswain fidgeted. "If you don't agree, mum's the word and no 'arm done," he said, holding out his hand.
"Mum's the word," said the soldier, taking it. "My name's Ned Travers, and, barring cells for a spree now and again, there's nothing against it. Mind that."
"Might 'appen to anybody," said Mr. Benn, soothingly. "You fill your pipe and don't go chucking good tobacco away agin."
Mr. Travers took the offered box and, with economy born of adversity, stooped and filled up first with the plug he had thrown away.
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