Why, yes, twas true enough, as far as that goes, said Jack.
Well, then, said Dan Williamson, there you are.
Jack sat for a little while in silence, then he spoke.
I tell you what it is, Dan, maybe you dont believe what I told you, but it is true enough. I tell you what Im going to go to Master Burton this very day, and ask him about what you say. He did not really entertain any hope, however, that he could get twenty pounds from his uncle Hezekiah.
As soon as he came ashore again, he went straight up to the little lawyers house.
The little man was in his office a musty, stuffy little den of a place, smelling of stale tobacco smoke, and set around with dusty cases of worn and yellow-backed books and tin boxes.
The attorney sat in the midst of the litter surrounding him like a little gray mouse. He had black, beady eyes, a long nose, and a thin, leathery face.
He sat looking with his little twinkling black eyes at Jack as he stated his case. Why, as for your fortune, Master Jack, I must needs tell you plain that it might as well be locked up in the church belfry for all the good it may do you now. For so it is locked up in your fathers will, tight and fast as if it were in a box, and your uncle hath the keeping of it for you.
And can I get none of my money of him, then? said Jack.
Why, as for that, I dont say that, neither, said the little lawyer. It may be a hard matter to get it, and yet, after all, I may be able to get it for you. Ill tell you what to do, Master Jack. Go you to your uncle and ask him plain and straight for what money you need. How much was it you wanted?
Well, say twenty pounds, said Jack.
Well, then, you ask him for twenty pounds, plain and straight, and if he says you nay, then come back to me, and Ill see what I can do for you. Sir Henry hath asked me to look after you a trifle, and so I will do.
CHAPTER III
JACK AND HIS UNCLE
JACK, following the attorneys advice, had made up his mind to ask his uncle for the money that very night, but when he came face to face with doing it, it was very hard. They were sitting together over their poor frugal supper, and the old misers utter unconsciousness of what Jack had it on his mind to say made the saying of it very hard. At last he suddenly spoke. Uncle Hezekiah, said he.
The old man looked up sharply, almost as though startled at the sound of Jacks voice. He did not say anything, but he sat looking at Jack as though inviting him to continue.
Uncle Hezekiah, said Jack again. He did not know in just what words to frame what he had to say. Then he continued: I want to to talk to you about a matter of business.
Hey! said the old man, business! business! What d ye mean what dye mean by business?
Why, said Jack, I want some money to buy something. I went to see Master Burton to-day, and he told me I had best come to you and ask you for it. Gradually Jack was becoming bolder as he became accustomed to the sound of his own voice. Dan Williamson hath a boat for sale, he continued. He wants eighteen pound for it, and if I had twenty pound it would be just enough to fit her up as I would like to have her. I went and talked to Master Burton, and he told me I had best come to you and ask you for the money.
The old man stared blankly at Jack, his lean jaw hanging gaping with speechless surprise. Why! why! whats all this? he said, finding his voice at last. Twenty pound! Why, I do believe youre gone clean clear crazy. Twenty pound! Whats Roger Burton got to do with my giving you twenty pound, Id like to know? Youll not get a farden, and thats the long and the short of it. Master Burton, indeed! What business is it of his, Id like to know? He sat looking at Jack for a little while, and then he slowly resumed his interrupted supper again.
Jack sat leaning back in his chair, with his hands in his breeches pockets, looking across the table at his uncle. His heart was swelling with a feeling of very choking and bitter disappointment and anger. It seemed to him that he had not expected much, but now that his uncle had denied him, his disappointment was very bitter. He watched his uncle as the old man continued eating in silence. Very well, said he at last, then I know what Ill do. Ill go back to Master Burton again. He told me what to do, and that if you said me nay I was to go back to him again. He says that Sir Henry Ballister has been writing to him about me, asking how you treated me and what you did for me, and he told me if you would not give me what I asked for, I was to go back to him, and hed write to Sir Henry and tell him all about it, and that hed see if something couldnt be done on my account.
Old Hezekiah looked up again. Sir Henry Ballister? said he. Whats he been writing to Roger Burton about, I should like to know! Whats he got to do with it? Hes not your guardeen, is he? Im your guardeen, and the guardeen of your money as well. As for Sir Henry Ballister, why, hes got no more to do with you than the man in the moon. Then he went on eating again, and again Jack sat watching him in silence. In a little while Hezekiah finished his supper, chasing the fatty gravy around and around his plate with the point of his knife. Then he laid down his knife and fork, pushed away his plate, and arose from the table.
Very well, said Jack, breaking the silence, well see about all this business. I tell you what Im going to do. Im going to write to Sir Henry Ballister myself, and tell him about the way Im treated by you. You never give me a farthing to spend, and as for being your own flesh and blood why, I might as well be a dog in this house as to be your own kin. You keep all my money and use it as your own, and yet you dont speak six words to me in a month. Jack was dimly surprised at his own boldness in speaking. Now that he had made a beginning, it seemed very easy to say his say and to speak out all that lay on his mind. Im not going to be treated like a dog by you or by anybody, he said.
Yes, I do speak to you, too, said Hezekiah, stopping at the door. What d ye want me to say to you, anyhow? he added. Dont I give you all you want to eat and drink, and never charge you a farden for it? What more dye want than that? Youre the most ungratefulest nevy that ever lived, so you are, to talk to me that way.
Then he went out of the door, and along the dark passageway, and Jack heard him enter the office, and shut the door behind him. Then he began eating his supper again. He felt very bitter and very angry against the old man.
So he sat eating for a long time in lonely silence, broken only by the sound of Deborah clattering now and then among the pots and pans in the kitchen beyond. Suddenly he heard the office door open again, and the sound of his uncles steps coming back along the passage. He reached the door, and Jack heard his fingers fumbling for the latch in the darkness, and then the sharp click as it was raised. Then the door opened, and the old man came in. He stood for a moment, and then came straight across to the table where Jack sat. He stood leaning with both hands upon the table. Jack did not know exactly what to expect. He drew himself back, for the first thought that came into his mind was that the old man was going to attack him personally. Lookee, Jacky, said old Hezekiah, at last, Ive been thinking of that there twenty pound you was speaking of. Well, Jacky, you shall have that twenty pound, you shall.
What dye mean, Uncle Hezekiah? said Jack.