Dogs on board ship is a nuisance,” said the night-watchman, gazing
fiercely at the vociferous mongrel that had chased him from the deck of
the _Henry William_; “the skipper asks me to keep an eye on the ship,
and then leaves a thing like that down in the cabin.”
He leaned against a pile of empty casks to recover his breath, shook his
fist at the dog, and said, slowly—
Some people can't make too much of 'em. They talk about a dog's honest
eyes and his faithful 'art. I 'ad a dog once, and I never saw his eyes
look so honest as they did one day when 'e was sitting on a pound o'
beefsteak we was 'unting high and low for.
I've known dogs to cause a lot of trouble in my time. A man as used to
live in my street told me he 'ad been in jail three times because dogs
follered him 'ome and wouldn't go away when he told 'em to. He said that
some men would ha' kicked 'em out into the street, but he thought their
little lives was far too valuable to risk in that way.
Some people used to wink when 'e talked like that, but I didn't: I
remembered a dog that took a fancy to old Sam Small and Ginger Dick and
Peter Russet once in just the same way.
It was one night in a little public-'ouse down Commercial Road way. They
'ad on'y been ashore a week, and, 'aving been turned out of a music-'all
the night afore because a man Ginger Dick had punched in the jaw
wouldn't behave 'imself, they said they'd spend the rest o' their money
on beer instead. There was just the three of 'em sitting by themselves
in a cosy little bar, when the door was pushed open and a big black dog
came in.
He came straight up to Sam and licked his 'and. Sam was eating a
arrowroot biscuit with a bit o' cheese on it at the time. He wasn't wot
you'd call a partickler sort o' man, but, seeing as 'ow the dog was so
careless that 'e licked the biscuit a'most as much as he did his 'and,
he gave it to 'im. The dog took it in one gulp, and then he jumped up on
Sam's lap and wagged his tail in 'is face for joy and thankfulness.
“He's took a fancy to you, Sam,” ses Ginger.
Sam pushed the dog off on to the floor and wiped his face.
“He's a good dog, by the look of 'im,” ses Peter Russet, who was country
bred.
He bought a sausage-roll, and him and the dog ate it between 'em. Then
Ginger Dick bought one and gave it to 'im, and by the time it was
finished the dog didn't seem to know which one of 'em he loved the most.
“Wonder who he belongs to?” ses Ginger. “Is there any name on the
collar, Peter?”
Peter shook his 'ead. “It's a good collar, though,” he ses. “I wonder
whether he's been and lost 'imself?”
Old Sam, wot was always on the look-out for money, put his beer down and
wiped 'is mouth. “There might be a reward out for 'im,” he ses. “I think
I'll take care of 'im for a day or two, in case.”
“We'll all take care of 'im,” ses Ginger; “and if there's a reward we'll
go shares. Mind that!”
“I found 'im,” ses Sam, very disagreeable. “He came up to me as if he'd
known me all 'is life.”
“No,” ses Ginger. “Don't you flatter yourself. He came up to you because
he didn't know you, Sam.”
“If he 'ad, he'd ha' _bit_ your 'and,” ses Peter Russet.
“Instead o' washing it,” ses Ginger.
“Go on!” ses Sam, 'olding his breath with passion. “Go on!”
Peter opened 'is mouth, but just then another man came into the bar,
and, arter ordering 'is drink, turned round and patted the dog's 'ead.
“That's a good dog; 'ow old is he?” he ses to Ginger.
“Two years last April,” ses Ginger, without moving a eyelid.
“_Fifth_ of April,” ses old Sam, very quick and fierce.
“At two o'clock in the morning,” ses Peter.
The man took up 'is beer and looked at 'em; then 'e took a drink and
looked at 'em again. Arter which he 'ad another look at the dog.
“I could see 'e was very valuable,” he ses. “I see that the moment I set
eyes on 'im. Mind you don't get 'im stole.”
He finished up 'is beer and went out; and he 'ad 'ardly gone afore
Ginger took a piece o' thick string out of 'is pocket and fastened it to
the dog's collar.
“Make yourself at 'ome, Ginger,” ses Sam, very nasty.
“I'm going to,” ses Ginger. “That chap knows something about dogs, and,
if we can't get a reward for 'im, p'r'aps we can sell 'im.”
They 'ad another arf-pint each, and then, Ginger taking 'old of the
string, they went out into the street.
“Nine o'clock,” ses Peter. “It's no good going 'ome yet, Ginger.”
“We can 'ave a glass or two on the way,” ses Ginger; “but I sha'n't feel
comfortable in my mind till we've got the dog safe 'ome. P'r'aps the
people wot 'ave lost it are looking for it now.”
They 'ad another drink farther on, and a man in the bar took such a
fancy to the dog that 'e offered Ginger five shillings for it and drinks
round.
“That shows 'ow valuable it is,” ses Peter Russet when they got outside.
“Hold that string tight, Ginger. Wot's the matter?”
“He won't come,” ses Ginger, tugging at the string. “Come on, old chap!
Good dog! Come on!”
He stood there pulling at the dog, wot was sitting down and being
dragged along on its stummick. He didn't know its name, but 'e called it
a few things that seemed to ease 'is mind, and then he 'anded over the
string to Sam, wot 'ad been asking for it, and told 'im to see wot _he_
could do.
“We shall 'ave a crowd round us in a minute,” ses Peter. “Mind you don't
bust a blood-vessel, Sam.”
“And be locked up for stealing it, p'r'aps,” ses Ginger. “Better let it
go, Sam.”
“Wot, arter refusing five bob for it?” ses Sam. “Talk sense, Ginger, and
give it a shove be'ind.”
Ginger gave it a shove, but it was no good. There was three or four
people coming along the road, and Sam made up 'is mind in an instant,
and 'eld up his 'and to a cab that was passing.
It took the three of 'em to get the dog into the cab, and as soon as it
was in the cabman told 'em to take it out agin. They argufied with 'im
till their tongues ached, and at last, arter paying 'im four shillings
and sixpence afore they started, he climbed up on the box and drove off.
The door was open when they got to their lodgings, but they 'ad to be
careful because o' the landlady. It took the three of 'em to pull and
push that dog upstairs, and Ginger took a dislike to dogs that 'e never
really got over. They got 'im in the bedroom at last, and, arter they
'ad given 'im a drink o' water out o' the wash-hand basin, Ginger and
Peter started to find fault with Sam Small.
“I know wot I'm about,” ses Sam; “but, o' course, if you don't want your
share, say so. Wot?”
“Talk sense!” ses Ginger. “We paid our share o' the cab, didn't we? And
more fools us.”
“There won't be no share,” ses Peter Russet; “but if there is, we're
going to 'ave it.”
They undressed themselves and got into bed, and Ginger 'adn't been in
his five minutes afore the dog started to get in with 'im. When Ginger
pushed 'im off 'e seemed to think he was having a game with 'im, and,
arter pretending to bite 'im in play, he took the end of the counterpane
in 'is mouth and tried to drag it off.
“Why don't you get to sleep, Ginger?” ses Sam, who was just dropping
off. “'Ave a game with 'im in the morning.”
Ginger gave the dog a punch in the chest, and, arter saying a few o' the
things he'd like to do to Sam Small, he cuddled down in 'is bed and they
all went off to sleep. All but the dog, that is. He seemed uneasy in 'is
mind, and if 'e woke 'em up once by standing on his 'ind-legs and
putting his fore-paws on their chest to see if they was still alive, he
did arf-a-dozen times.
He dropped off to sleep at last, scratching 'imself, but about three
o'clock in the morning Ginger woke up with a 'orrible start and sat up
in bed shivering. Sam and Peter woke up, too, and, raising themselves in
bed, looked at the dog, wot was sitting on its tail, with its 'ead back,
moaning fit to break its 'art.
“Wot's the matter?” ses old Sam, in a shaky voice. “Stop it! Stop it,
d'ye hear!”
“P'r'aps it's dying,” ses Ginger, as the dog let off a 'owl like a
steamer coming up the river. “Stop it, you brute!”
“He'll wake the 'ouse up in a minute,” ses Peter. “Take 'im downstairs
and kick 'im into the street, Sam.”
“Take 'im yourself,” ses Sam. “_Hsh_! Somebody's coming upstairs. Poor
old doggie. Come along, then. Come along.”
The dog left off his 'owling, and went over and licked 'im just as the
landlady and one or two more came to the door and called out to know wot
they meant by it.
“It's all right, missis,” ses Sam. “It's on'y pore Ginger. You keep
quiet,” he ses in a whisper, turning to Ginger.
“Wot's he making that row about?” ses the landlady. “He made my blood
run cold.”
“He's got a touch o' toothache,” ses Sam. “Never mind, Ginger,” 'e ses
in a hurry, as the dog let off another 'owl; “try and bear it.”
“He's a coward, that's wot 'e is,” ses the landlady, very fierce. “Why,
a child o' five wouldn't make such a fuss.”
“Sounds more like a dog than a 'uman being,” ses another voice. “You
come outside, Ginger, and I'll give you something to cry for.”
They waited a minute or two, and then, everything being quiet, they went
back to bed, while old Sam talked to Ginger about wot 'e called 'is
“presence o' mind,” and Ginger talked to 'im about wot he'd do to 'im if
'e wasn't a fat old man with one foot in the grave.
They was all in a better temper when they woke up in the morning, and
while Sam was washing they talked about wot they was to do with the dog.
“We can't lead 'im about all day,” ses Ginger; “and if we let 'im off
the string he'll go off 'ome.”
“He don't know where his 'ome is,” ses Sam, very severe; “but he might
run away, and then the pore thing might be starved or else ill-treated.
I 'ave 'eard o' boys tying tin cans to their tails.”
“I've done it myself,” ses Ginger, nodding. “Consequently it's our dooty
to look arter 'im,” ses Sam.
“I'll go down to the front door,” ses Peter, “and when I whistle, bring
him down.”
Ginger stuck his 'ead out o' the window, and by and by, when Peter
whistled, him and Sam took the dog downstairs and out into the street.
“So far so good,” ses Sam; “now, wot about brekfuss?”
They 'ad their brekfuss in their usual coffeeshop, and the dog took bits
from all of them. Unfortunately, 'e wasn't used to haddick bones, and
arter two of the customers 'ad gorn out and two more 'ad complained to
the landlord, they 'ad to leave their brekfusses and take 'im outside
for a breath o' fresh air.
“Now, wot are we going to do?” ses Ginger. “I'm beginning to be sick of
the sight of 'im. 'Ave we got to lead 'im about all day on a bit o'
string?”
“Let's take 'im round the corner and lose 'im,” ses Peter Russet.
“You give me 'old o' that string,” ses Sam. “If you don't want shares,
that's all right. If I'm going to look arter 'im I'll 'ave it all.”
That made Ginger and Peter look at each other. Direckly Sam began to
talk about money they began to think they might be losing something.
“And wot about 'aving 'im in our bedroom and keeping us awake all
night?” ses Peter.
“And putting it on to me with the toothache,” ses Ginger. “No; you can
look arter 'im, Sam, while me and Peter goes off and enjoys ourselves;
and if you get anything we go shares, mind.”
“All right,” ses Sam, turning away with the dog.
“And suppose Sam gets a reward or sells it, and then tells us that it
ran away and 'e lost it?” ses Peter.
“O' course; I never thought o' that,” ses Ginger. “You've got your 'ead
on straight, Peter.”
“I see 'im smile, that's why,” ses Peter Russet.
“You're a liar,” ses Sam.
“We'll stick together,” ses Ginger. “Leastways, one of us'll keep with
you, Sam.”
They settled it that way at last, and while Ginger went for a walk down
round about where they 'ad found the dog, Sam Small and Peter waited for
him in a little public-'ouse down Limehouse way. Their idea was that
there would be bills up, and when Ginger came back and said there
wasn't, they 'ad a lot to say about people wot wasn't fit to 'ave dogs
because they didn't love 'em.
They 'ad a miserable day. When the dog got sick o' sitting in a pub 'e
made such a noise they 'ad to take 'im out; and when 'e got tired o'
walking about he sat down on the pavement and they 'ad to drag 'im along
to the nearest pub agin. At five o'clock in the arternoon Ginger Dick
was talking about two-penn'orth o' rat-poison.
“Wot are we to do with 'im till twelve o'clock to-night?” ses Peter.
“And s'pose we can't smuggle 'im into the 'ouse agin?” ses Ginger. “Or
suppose he makes that noise agin in the night?”
They 'ad a pint each to 'elp them to think wot was to be done. And,
arter a lot o' talking and quarrelling, they did wot a lot of other
people 'ave done when they got into trouble: they came to me.
I 'ad on'y been on dooty about arf an hour when the three of 'em turned
up at the wharf with the dog, and, arter saying 'ow well I looked and
that I seemed to get younger every time they saw me, they asked me to
take charge of the dog for 'em.
“It'll be company for you,” ses old Sam. “It must be very lonely 'ere of
a night. I've often thought of it.”
“And of a day-time you could take it 'ome and tie it up in your
back-yard,” ses Ginger.
I wouldn't 'ave anything to do with it at fust, but at last I gave way.
They offered me fourpence a day for its keep, and, as I didn't want to
run any risk, I made 'em give me a couple o' bob to go on with.
They went off as though they'd left a load o' care be'ind 'em, and arter
tying the dog up to a crane I went on with my work. They 'adn't told me
wot the game was, but, from one or two things they'd let drop, I'd got a
pretty good idea.
The dog 'owled a bit at fust, but he quieted down arter a bit. He was a
nice-looking animal, but one dog is much the same as another to me, and
if I 'ad one ten years I don't suppose I could pick it out from two or
three others.
I took it off 'ome with me when I left at six o'clock next morning, and
tied it up in my yard. My missis 'ad words about it, o' course—that's
wot people get married for—but when she found it woke me up three times
she quieted down and said wot a nice coat it 'ad got.
The three of 'em came round next evening to see it, and they was so
afraid of its being lost that when they stood me a pint at the Bull's
Head we 'ad to take it with us. Ginger was going to buy a sausage-roll
for it, but, arter Sam 'ad pointed out that they was paying me fourpence
a day for its keep, he didn't. And Sam 'ad the cheek to tell me that it
liked a nice bit o' fried steak as well as anything.
A lot o' people admired that dog. I remember, on the fourth night I
think it was, the barge _Dauntless_ came alongside, and arter she was
made fast the skipper came ashore and took a little notice of it.
“Where did you get 'im?” he ses.
I told 'im 'ow it was, and he stood there for some time patting the dog
on the 'ead and whistling under 'is breath.
“It's much the same size as my dog,” he ses; “that's a black retriever,
too.”