"Just like old times, isn't it, soldier?" said Beecroft, looking down at me and Tom.

"Just like old times, sailor," said master.

Then the two shook hands once more.

And down they sat to talk and smoke.

The ship sailed in a day or two, heading away down channel on a beam wind. Tom told me it was a beam wind, else I wouldn't have known, for it was just the same colour as any other wind. Tom also told me we were under close-reefed topsails and storm jib, and that if it came on to blow a bit more, we should be scudding under bare poles.

I said, "Oh, indeed!" But I didn't know in the least what Tom meant.

You will observe, children, that Tom was dreadfully learned and nautical.

He was looking far more respectable and beautiful than when I saw him last. He had a new coat of jetty black, and there wasn't a single burnt hole in it. He was rounder in the face, too, and more brilliant in eye.

When I remarked upon these improvements.

"Oh," he said, "it is like this, Shireen, I have been living in the bosom of the Captain's own family on sh.o.r.e, and on the fat of the land, as you might say.

"I've turned over a new leaf too," he added, looking pensively at the blazing, caking coal, and swaying to and fro with the motion of the ship. "When I came on board the old _Venom_ I wasn't what you might have called strictly honest. I would have laid hands on a herring at any time; and I once tried to eat the cook's canary, and was beautifully basted in consequence. But I've seen the error of my ways, and now that I am the Captain's cat, I consider it is more honourable to beg than to steal. But my eyes, Shireen, how beautiful you're looking! And to think I've got you back again. Won't we have some jolly larks, and won't we catch some flying fish. A few, eh? But mind you, Shireen, no going to sleep on the bulwarks and tumbling into the sea, this cruise."

"Oh, it makes me shudder to think of that wild adventure, Tom," I said.

"Yes, those sharks pretty nearly had us, hadn't they, Shireen? If they hadn't set to quarrelling among themselves as to which would have the white cat and which the black, they'd have eaten us both."

"Heigho!" I sighed, and looked at Tom.

"Heigho!" sighed Tom, and looked at me.

Then we went on with the duet.

The weather soon grew so warm and balmy, and beautiful, that there was no longer any need for a fire in the stove, and the captain's steward took away the skin, and put down a clean straw mat, and covered the sofa with coolest white and blue chintz, and the ports were carried open all day long, so that we could feel the breeze, and see the dark rippling ocean rushing past us, all bespangled with splashes of sunshine.

I was of course quite an old sailor, though I couldn't speak nautical like Tom, and I enjoyed this cruise even more than the last.

So I ought to. Was not every day taking me nearer and nearer to my dear little mistress Beebee? And the shorter the time, the more I seemed to love her.

"Instead of going away from home," said dear master to me one day in the cabin, "I seem to be going to my home, and going to happiness. Oh, I do hope, Shireen, that something will turn up for our good. The fortunes of war are so changeable, you know, Shireen, and we may see Beebee, may be able even to save her from her fate; but alas! we may not."

We rounded the Cape in wild weather. The waves were mountains high, children; thunder roared and shook the ship, and lightning flash, quickly following flash, played around us, till all the ocean looked like a vast sea of fire. I was almost as much afraid of the thunder as I had been of the great guns on board the saucy _Venom_.

But soon we got out of this region of storms, and went north and away, the weather getting warmer day after day.

We were soon in the delightful regions of the flying fish; but I took great care not to fall asleep again on the bulwarks.

Everything looked the same in this great turquoisine sea; the bonitoes, the flying fish, the dancing, cooing dolphins, and even those terrible sly-eyed tigers of the sea--the sharks.

On and on and north and north we went. Sometimes we pa.s.sed a green island, that seemed to hang in the air, rather than float on the ocean; and sometimes the surface of the water was patched here and there with gla.s.s-green or pearl-grey, and I knew, or rather Tom told me, that we were sailing over shoals, and at night extra look-outs had to be set, lest we should strike the coral rocks, and the ship break up, when we should all be drowned, and I should never see my mistress more.

It was what they call the cool season when we reached Bombay at last.

But such a bustling, busy scene, never did I see before in all my life!

It was baggage and stores here, there, and everywhere, and soldiers all about, and boats skimming the water in every direction; and drums beating, bugles blowing, and great Highland bagpipes screaming, till I declare to you, children, it made me quite dizzy. The worst of it was, that for some days now I didn't see so much of my master, though you may be sure I took good care to be at his side whenever I could.

I was sorry when the time came to part with Tom again, but we plighted our troth, and promised never to forget the happy cruise in the _Hydra_.

When it was all over and we were once more at sea, _en route_ for the Persian Gulf, I gave a great sigh of relief. But I did feel a little lonely without Tom Brandy, and kept all the more closely to my master in consequence.

I was now to become a soldier's cat in downright earnest, and know something about the horrors of war. Shireen paused for a moment.

"Cracker," she said, "do you like the story?"

"It's a beauty," said Cracker, "and I'll like it still better when the fighting commences and the fur begins to fly."

CHAPTER SIXTEEN.

THE FIGHT WAS HAND TO HAND AND HORRIBLE!

Well, Cracker, my dear friend, the fighting did begin in earnest, and soon too after we landed, though I'm sure I was very much puzzled indeed, and tried in vain to make out what it all meant.

How I wished that Tom had been there to help me, for I think Tom knew nearly everything worth knowing.

For the first time now I saw my master in full fighting array. He called his fine clothes his war-paint, and he drew a huge long knife out of a holder, and showed me how sharp it was, and said he was going to do and die in his country's cause.

I wasn't quite sure what doing and dying in a country's cause was. But from the very commencement I knew that those soldier-men made a terrible din.

My master, in his gallant uniform and long sharp knife, belonged to the gay Highlanders, and they were the first sent on sh.o.r.e, and marched about in line and wheeled and tacked to the sound of the skirling bagpipes, with no other idea, I thought, than just to show off their fine clothes.

War, I began to think, must be very nice indeed.

Ah! but Cracker, the fur hadn't begun to fly yet.

Well, master's servant was a very tall fighting-man of the Highlanders, whom his comrades called Jock McNab.

"McNab," said my master one day.

The red-faced, big pleasant man saluted.

"What's your wull?" said Jock McNab.

"Shireen knows you well by this time."

"Ah! 'deed she does," said Jock, "and lo'es me too."

"Well, Mac, we've both got to look after her. Do you think when we get into grips with the enemy, that Shireen would sit on top of your knapsack?"