Fourth day out.I don't like this ship or anything about it; its laws, its customs, its manners, methods or morals.
I'm agin the government. Maritime law gives me a cramp. Me for the black flag with the skull and cross-bones.
As for this old Atlantic, I'd as soon be at the bottom as at the top-- ~ Smith's Log
Peace reigned over that portion of the Atlantic occupied by the ClanMacgregor. The wind had died away in fitful puffs. The waves hadsubsided. Marked accessions to the deck population were in evidence.Everybody looked cheerful. But Achilles, which is to say the Tyro,sulked in his tent, otherwise Stateroom 123 D.
On deck, Little Miss Grouch sat, outwardly radiant of countenance butprivately nursing her second grievance against her slave for that hehad failed to obey her behest and appear at the previous evening'sdance. Around her, in various attitudes of adoration, sat her court.
Mrs. Charlton Denyse tramped back and forth like a sentinel, watching,not too unobtrusively, the possibly future Mrs. Remsen Van Dam, for sheexpected developments. In the smoking-room Judge Enderby and Dr.Alderson indulged in bridge of a concentrated, reflective, andcontentious species. As each practiced a different system, their viewsat the end of every rubber were the delight of their opponents. They hadfinished their final fiasco, and were standing at the door, exchangingmutual recriminations, when the Tyro with a face of deepest gloom boredown upon them.
"How much of the ship does the captain own, Dr. Alderson?" he asked,without any preliminaries.
"He doesn't own any of it."
"How much of it does he boss, then?"
"All of it."
"And everybody on board?"
"Yes."
"No one has any rights at all?"
"None that the captain can't overrule."
"Then he can put me in irons if he likes."
"Why, yes, if there be any such thing aboard, which I doubt. What onearth does he want to put you in irons for?"
"He doesn't. At least he didn't look as if he did. But he seems to thinkhe has to, unless I obey orders. He threatened to have me shut up in mycabin."
"Hullo! And what have you been doing that you shouldn't do?"
"Talking to Little Miss Gr--Wayne."
"If that were a punishable offense," put in Judge Enderby, in hisweighty voice, "half the men aboard would be in solitary confinement."
"I wish they were," said the Tyro fervently.
Judge Enderby chuckled. "Do you understand that the embargo is general?"
"Applies only to me, as far as I can make out."
"That's curious," said the arch鎜logist. "What did you say to thecaptain?"
"Told him I'd think it over."
Judge Enderby laughed outright. "That must have occasioned him a milddegree of surprise," he observed.
"I didn't wait to see. I went away from that place before I lost mytemper."
"A good rule," approved Dr. Alderson. "Still, I'm afraid he's got you.What do you think, Enderby?"
"I don't think non-professionally on legal matters."
"But what can the boy do?"
"Give me five dollars."
"What?" queried the Tyro.
"Give him five dollars," directed Alderson.
The Tyro extracted a bill from his modest roll and handed it over.
"Thank you," said the jurist. "That is my retainer. You have employedcounsel."
"The best counsel in New York," added Dr. Alderson.
"The best counsel in New York," agreed the judge with unmoved solemnity;"in certain respects. Specializes in maritime and cardiac complications.You go out on deck and walk some air into Alderson's brain until I comeback. He needs it. He doesn't know enough not to return a suit when hispartner leads the nine."
"When one's partner is stupid enough to open a suit--" began the other;but the critic was gone. "So you've found out that Little Miss Grouch isCecily Wayne, have you?" Alderson observed, turning to the Tyro.
"Whatever that may mean," assented the Tyro.
"It means a good deal. It means that she's Hurry-up Wayne's daughter forone thing."
"That also fails to ring any bell. You see, I've been so long out of theworld. Besides, I don't want to be told about her. I'm under bonds."
"Very well. But the paterfamilias is a tough customer. I looked upsome old records for him once, and was obliged to tell him a few plainfacts in plainer English. He appeared to want me to give false experttestimony. To do him justice, he didn't resent my well-chosen remarks;only observed that he could doubtless hire other historians withdifferent views."
"Was that about the Battery Place house?"
"Precisely. But how do you know--Oh, of course! You've got a sort ofintangible interest in that, haven't you? Through your maternalgrandmother."
"I've got more than that. I've got an option."
"Great Rameses! Are you the mysterious holder of the option?" Dr.Alderson laughed long and softly. "This is lovely! Does she know?"
"If she does, it hasn't shaken her confidence."
"Hire Enderby to unravel that," chuckled the other. "Here he comes backalready. His interview must have been brief."
The lawyer approached, halted, set his back against the rail, and gazedgrimly at the Tyro over his lowered spectacles. His client bracedhimself for the impending examination.
"Young man," the judge inquired, "what do you legally call yourself?"
"Smith. Alexander Forsyth Smith."
"What do you call yourself when you don't call yourself Smith?"
"Er--you heard! I've sometimes been called Daddleskink by those whodon't know any better. That was only a little joke."
"It's a joke which Captain Herford seems to have taken to heart. Hethinks you're a dangerous criminal traveling under the subtle alias ofSmith."
"Can he lock me up for that?"
"Doubtless he can. But I don't think he will. Who's been sending backwireless messages about you?"
"Wireless? About me? Heaven knows; I don't."
"Could it have been Mrs. Charlton Denyse?"
"If they were uncomplimentary, it might. I'm afraid she doesn't approveof me."
"They seem to have been distinctly unfavorable. That Denyse female,"continued the veteran lawyer, "is a raddled old polecat. Mischief is herspecialty. How did she get on your trail?"
The Tyro explained.
"Hum! I'll bet a cigar with a gold belt around its stomach that thecaptain wishes she were out yonder playing with the porpoises. Hedoesn't look happy."
"What ails him?" inquired Dr. Alderson.
"Five different messages from Henry Clay Wayne, to begin with. Also, Ifear my interview with him didn't have a sedative effect."
"What did you say to him?" asked his client.
"I informed him that I'd been retained by our young friend here, andthat if he were restrained of his liberty without due cause we wouldpromptly bring suit against the line. Thereupon he tried to bluff me.It's a melancholy thing, Alderson," sighed the tough old warrior of athousand legal battles, "to look as easy and browbeatable as I do. Itwastes a lot of my time--and other people's."
"Did it waste much of the captain's on this occasion?"
"No. He threatened to lock me up, too. I told him if he did, he and hiscompany would have another batch of suits; a suit for every day in theweek, like the youth that married the tailor's daughter.
"He called me some sort of sea-lawyer, and was quite excited until Icalmed him with my card. When I left he was looking at my card as if ithad just bitten him, and sending out a summons for the wireless operatorthat had all the timbre of an S.O.S. call. Young man, he'll want to seeyou about three o'clock this afternoon if I'm not mistaken."
"What shall I do about it?" asked the Tyro.
"Give me five dollars. Thank you. I never work for nothing. Against myprinciples. I'm now employed for the case. Go and see him, and keep astiff upper lip. Now, Alderson, your theory that a man must indicateevery high card in his hand before--"
Perceiving that he was no longer essential to the conversation the Tyrodrifted away. Luncheon was a gloomy meal. It was with rather a feelingof relief that he answered the summons to the captain's room two hoursthereafter.
"Mr. Daddlesmith," began that harried official.
"That isn't my name," said the Tyro firmly.
"Well, Mr. Daddleskink, or Smith, or whatever you choose to callyourself, I've had an interview with your lawyer."
"Yes? Judge Enderby?"
"Judge Enderby. He threatens to sue, if you are confined to yourstateroom."
"That's our intention."
"I've no lawyer aboard, and I can't risk it. So I'll not lock you up.But I'll tell you what I can and will do. If you so much as address oneword to Miss Wayne for the rest of this voyage, I'll lock her up andkeep her locked up."
The Tyro went red and then white. "I don't believe you've got thepower," he said.
"I have; and I'll use it. Her father gives me full authority. Make nomistake about the matter, Mr. Smith: one word to her, and down she goes.And I shall instruct every officer and steward to be on watch."
"As Judge Enderby has probably already told you what he thinks of yourmethods" (this was a random shot, but the marksman observed withsatisfaction that the captain winced), "it would be superfluous for meto add anything."
"Superfluous and risky," retorted the commander.
The Tyro went out on deck because he felt that he needed air. Malignfate would have it that, as he stood at the rail, brooding over thisunsurmountable complication, Little Miss Grouch should appear, radiant,glorious of hue, and attended by the galaxy of swains. She gave him thelightest of passing nods as she went by. He raised his cap gloomily.
"Your queer-named friend doesn't look happy," commented Lord Guenn ather elbow.
"Go and tell him I wish to speak with him," ordered the delectabletyrant.
The Englishman did so.
"I'm not feeling well," apologized the Tyro. "Please ask her to excuseme."
"You'd best ask her yourself," suggested the other. "I'm not much of adiplomat."
"No. I'm going below," said the wretched Tyro.
Well for him had he gone at once. But he lingered, and when he turnedagain he was frozen with horror to see her bearing down upon him withall sails set and colors flying.
"Why weren't you at the dance last night?" she demanded.
He looked at her with a piteous eye and shook his head.
"Not feeling fit?"
Another mute and miserable denial.
"I don't believe it! You aren't a bit pea-green. Quite red, on thecontrary."
Silence from the victim.
"Besides, you know, you're the seaworthy child," she mocked.
"'Whose feelings could never be riled. While the porpoises porped And the passengers torped, He sat on the lee rail and smiled.'
Here's the lee rail. Haven't you a single smile about you anywhere?"
He shook his head with infinite vigor.
"Can't you even speak? Is that the way a Perfect Pig should act?" shepersisted, impishly determined to force him out of his extraordinarysilence. "Have you made a vow? Or what?"
At that moment the Tyro caught sight of a gold-laced individualadvancing upon them. With a stifled groan he turned his back full uponthe Wondrous Vision, and at that moment would have been willing toreward handsomely any wave that would have reached up and snatched himinto the bosom of the Atlantic.
Behind him he could hear a stifled little gasp, then a stamp of a foot(he shrank with involuntary memory), then retreating steps. In aconquering career Miss Cecily Wayne had never before been snubbed by anymale creature. If her wishes could have been transformed into fact, theyearned-for wave might have been spared any trouble; a swifter and morewithering death would have been the Tyro's immediate portion.
The officer passed, leveling a baleful eye, and the Tyro staggered tothe passageway, and with lowered head plunged directly into the midst ofJudge Enderby.
"Here!" grunted the victim. "Get out of my waistcoat. What's the matterwith the boy?"
In his woe the Tyro explained everything.
"Tch--tch--tch," clucked the leader of the New York bar, like a troubledhen. "That's bad."
"Can he do it?" besought the Tyro. "Can he lock her up?"
"I'm afraid there's no doubt of it."
"Then what on earth shall I do?"
"Give me five--No; I forgot. I've had my fee."
"It's rather less than your customary one, I'm afraid," said the Tyro,with an effortful smile.
"Reckoned in thousands it would be about right. But this is different.This is serious. I've got to think about this. Meantime you keep awayfrom that pink-and-white peril. Understand?"
"Yes, sir," said the Tyro miserably.
"But there's no reason why you shouldn't write a note if you think fit."
"So there isn't!" The Tyro brightened amazingly. "I'll do it now."
But that note was never delivered. For, coming on deck after writing it,its author met Little Miss Grouch face to face, and was the recipient ofa cut so direct, so coldly smiling, so patent to all the ship-world, soindicative of permanent and hopeless unconsciousness of his existence,that he tore up the epistle and a playful porpoise rolled the fragmentsdeep into the engulfing ocean. Perhaps it was just as well, for, asJudge Enderby remarked that night to his friend Dr. Alderson, while thetwo old hard-faced soft-hearts sat smoking their good-night cigar overthe Tyro's troubles, in the course of a dissertation which would havevastly astonished his confr鑢es of the metropolitan bar:--
"It's fortunate that the course of true love never does run smooth. Ifit did, marriages would have to be made chiefly in heaven. Mighty few ofthem would get themselves accomplished on earth. For love is, by nature,an obstacle race. Run on the flat, without any difficulties, it wouldlose its zest both for pursuer and pursued, and Judge Cupid would aswell shut up court and become an advocate of race suicide. But as forthat spade lead, Alderson--are you listening?"
"She's a devilishly pretty girl," grunted Dr. Alderson.