Monkey on account of how good I can climb, but me real nameâs Jim.â
âHow do you do, Jim. I am called Nicky.â He gave a slight bow.
âCoo, posh, arenât ya?â said Jim with a grin. He extended a filthy hand with black-rimmed nails, and Nicky gingerly shook it. âPleased to meet you, Nicky. Well, go on, get them boots off.â
Nicky sat down to pull off his boots. Jim watched curiously. âGimpy leg, eh?â
Nicky didnât respond, but the shame crept back.
âMe da had a gimpy leg, too, sort of. Shark bit half his leg off. Didnât stop Da, but. Got himself a peg leg, didnât he?â Jim said cheerfully. âWell, you get on with fetching your slipper. I gotta get on. I made a real find this morning.â He disappeared behind a scraggly bush and reappeared lugging a battered and muddy portmanteau.
Nicky had no trouble recognizing it. âThatâs our portmanteau!â
âItâs mine. I saw it first. Rules of salvage.â Jim said and heaved it onto the handcart.
âBut it belongs to me.â
Jim snorted rudely. âMy arse it does! I found it on the beach this morning, and I hauled it all the way up here, so itâs mine!â
âBut it contains all the possessions Mama and I have!â
âGood try, but I wasnât born yesterday. Finders keepers. You get the slipper, I get this.â He pulled out a piece of string to tie the portmanteau to the cart.
Nicky ran forward and tried to pull the portmanteau off him. âNo! Itâs not yours. You canât have it!â
Jim shoved Nicky backward hard and stood over him with clenched fists. âTry and stop me.â
âVery well.â Nicky scrambled to his feet and put up his fists, ready to fight the bigger boy. Heâd had lessons in the art of pugilism. He moved closer and jabbed at the boy. In return, Jim swung a punch, then followed it with a hard kick to Nickyâs bad leg. With a cry of pain, Nicky went sprawling in the mud.
As he struggled to stand again, his fingers encountered a stone, and remembered Mr. Renfrewâs advice to his mother. Seizing the stone, he ran at the boy, yelling at the top of his voice, and hit him hard on the nose.
There was a horrid sound, the boyâs dirty face blossomed with blood and he fell to the ground. Nicky stared in horror, and dropped the stone. He had not meant to hurt the boy, just stop him from stealing the portmanteau.
âWhat the devil is going on!â Mr. Renfrew exclaimed from behind. âWho is that?
Nickyâs lip trembled. âHis name is Jim, and I think I have killed him!â
Four
C allie woke slowly, coming to consciousness as if gradually floating to the surface of a very deep lake. She awoke feeling safeâ¦cared for.
Stupid. Dreaming foolish dreams again. Painful dreams. Dreams that made her ache inside. Dreams for girls , not a woman like Callie. She had done with such things. She knew better now.
She had the love of her son. That should be enough for anyone. And Tibby loved her, too, she knew. A son and a friend; more than many people had, she told herself.
She reached out to check Nicky as she did countless times in the night. These days she always slept with him in touching distance. She did not dare to let him sleep alone.
Her fingers only found sheets, cold and empty.
Nicky! Her eyes flew open and she sat up. Scarcely stopping to fling a rug around her shoulders for modestyâs sake, she ran down the stairs in bare feet.
âWhereâs my son?â Callie burst into the kitchen. âWhat have you done with him?â
âYour boy?â Mrs. Barrow looked up from the pot she was stirring. âHeâll be off in the stables or sommat, I expect.â She smiled at Callie. âNo need to ask you how you slept. Like death warmed through, you were last night and here you are, blooming andââ
âWhere have they taken him?â Callie
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