The Flames; Her Shining Sides Disappear Foot By Foot Through The Smoke;
The Golden Band Flashes In The Glare, And High As If In Triumph Does The
Bow Rear Itself Heavenwards, While The Stern Dives Deep Into The Waves.
Then Is Heard A Hissing And A Crackling As If A Hundred Glowing Irons
Had Been Cast Into The Water, As The Burning Stern Cleaves Its Way Into
The Billows, Which Come Foaming Up Over The Sides, And In Under The
Counter, While The Tiny Flames Which Were Flickering Along The Seams Are
Quenched By The Rush Of Air.
The Wind, Which Got More Power Now That The Ship Was Away, Swept Down On
To The Still Burning Buildings, And, Spreading Out Over The Ground, Hid
From View The Vessel, Which Was Gliding Out Into The Harbour, By A
Curtain Of Dark Smoke Fringed With Flame; And In The Midst Of The Place
Where She Had Stood, Which Looked Vast Indeed Now She Was Gone, Stood A
Little Band Of Bent And Tar-Stained Men, Fanning Their Faces With Their
Caps. In The Midst Of The Band Was Seen The Form Of A Tall And Slender
Youth, His Face Glowing Red In The Light Of The Fire.
"Gabriel!" Shouted Uncle Richard. "Gabriel!" Was Repeated By A Hundred
Voices. The _Attache_ Elbowed His Way Towards Him, Followed By Some Of
The Crowd, Who, However, Stopped And Formed A Respectful Ring Round The
Hero Of The Day. Uncle Richard Gave Gabriel A Hearty Embrace, And Then
Turning Round To The Crowd He Cried, "Three Cheers For Gabriel Garman!
Hurrah!" He Was About To Wave His Hat, When He Discovered That He Was
Bareheaded.
"Hurrah!" Shouted The Spectators With A Mighty Cheer; They Were Just In
The Humour For Cheering.
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"Three Cheers For The Carpenters!" Shouted Gabriel; But His Boy'S Voice
Broke Into A Discordant Scream In The Effort. But It Did Not Matter; A
Wild Hurrah Was Given For The Shipwrights, Another For The Ship, And
Another For The Firm. There Was Cheering And Rejoicing Without End.
"Come With Me," Said Gabriel To The Workmen. "Father Was Going To Give
You A Breakfast, But Now It Will Have To Be A Supper."
The Shipwrights Laughed Heartily At This Joke, But The Laughter Was Even
Louder When Uncle Richard Added, "I Think You Have Earned Your Breakfast
As Well." They Thought The Remark So Wonderfully Witty, That They
Laughed As If They Would Never Stop, And The Joke About "Uncle Richard'S
Breakfast" Was A Proverb Both With Them And Their Successors Ever After.
In The Mean Time, The Storehouse, And Everything The Yard Contained
Which Was Burnable, Was On Fire. The Flames Began Stealing Down The
Ways, But No One Took Any Notice Of Them. The Ship Was Saved. Nothing
Else Was Of Much Consequence, And Fortunately The Wind Was Blowing Off
The Land. Morten Was Busy Setting A Watch For The Night, And The Engines
Were Kept Ready In case The Wind Might Change.
As Uncle Richard And Gabriel Were Walking Back Arm-In-Arm To The House,
The Latter Had To Relate How It Had All Happened. Gabriel Told His Uncle
How He Had Found The Shipwrights All Beginning To Assemble Under The
Ship, And So He Had Thought He Had Better Take Command.
"Take Command!" Cried Uncle Richard; "Why, What A Boy You Are, Gabriel!"
And Then Gabriel Went On To Explain How They Got The Ways In Their
Places, Loosened The Cradle, And Wedged Up The Fore Part Of The Vessel;
Then The Stays Were Hastily Removed; It Was Begmand Who Had Taken Away
The Last From The Stern Amidst The Fire And Smoke, And So Away Went The
Ship Just In The Nick Of Time. Tom Robson Ought Really To Have All The
Praise, Since Everything Was Ready To Hand, And In The Most Perfect
Order.
Rachel Came To Meet Them On The Steps; She Went Straight Up To Uncle
Richard And Whispered In His Ear, "Be Calm, Uncle; Don'T Let Us Spoil
Gabriel'S Evening. Father Has Had A Stroke. He Is In bed, And The Doctor
Is Here."
The _Attache_ Entered Without Saying A Word, And Rachel Threw Her Arms
Round Her Brother'S Neck And Said, "Who Would Have Thought Of Your Being
Such A Clever Boy, Gabriel?"
"Boy!" Said Gabriel.
"Or Man, I Shall Have To Say In Future," Answered Rachel, With A Smile.
"But What Have You Done With Your Workmen?"
They Were Not Far Behind; And Rachel Distributed Among Them Beer, Wine,
Sausages, Bacon, White Bread, And Other Delicacies, Until Gabriel
Remarked, "You Are Much More Liberal Than Miss Cordsen; But Had You Not
Got Some Chickens For The Ball?"
Yes, Indeed! She Had Forgotten The Ball. Rachel'S Feelings Were So
Pained By Seeing Gabriel In Such High Spirits, That She Could Not
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Contain Them Any Longer, So She Said Quietly, "Gabriel, There Will Be No
Ball To-Morrow. Father Is Ill."
Gabriel Had Not To Ask Why. He Saw It Was Something Serious. The Workmen
Were Standing By The Steps, Laden With The Good Things, And Uncertain
Where They Should Take Them.
"Come, Let Us Go Back To The Ship-Yard," Said Gabriel; "We Shall Be All
To Ourselves There, And Besides, It Will Be Nice And Warm."
Rachel Could Hear From His Voice That There Were Tears In His Eyes, And
The Thought Occurred To Her, How He Had Grown From A Boy To A Man In The
Last Few Hours.
The Storehouse Had Now Fallen In, And The Ruins Were Still Burning On
The Ground. The Yard, Thanks To Mr. Robson, Had Been So Well Cleared,
That The Watchmen Had But Little Difficulty In Keeping The Fire
Isolated. After Midnight The Wind Lulled, And The Thick Clouds Of Smoke
Soared Up Into The Air, And Were Driven Slowly Over The Fjord.
As The Ship Took The Water, She Drove Across The Wind A Little Way From
The Shore, And Fouled An Old Brig Belonging To The Firm; And For The
Rest Of The Night Was Heard The Shouting And Singing Of The Numerous
Volunteers, Who Were Hard At Work Clearing The Vessels, And Mooring The
Newly Launched One.
The Shipwrights Sat Comfortably In The Yard, Just Near Enough To The
Fire To Feel Its Warmth. They Had Got Far More Than They Could Fairly
Take On Board, And, Every Now And Then, They Treated One Of The Watchmen
To Something As He Passed.
The Only Flaw In Their Pleasure Was That
