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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Facing the World + +Author: Horatio Alger + + +Release Date: September, 2004 [EBook #6461] +This file was first posted on December 17, 2002 +Last Updated: January 10, 2019 + + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK FACING THE WORLD *** + + + + +Produced by Karen Fabrizius, Charles Franks and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team + +This HTML file produced by David Widger + + + + + +</pre> + + <div style="height: 8em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h1> + FACING THE WORLD + </h1> + <h2> + By Horatio Alger, Jr. + </h2> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <p> + <b>CONTENTS</b> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_PREF"> PREFACE </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0001"> CHAPTER I -- HARRY RECEIVES A LETTER </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0002"> CHAPTER II -- THE DANGER SIGNAL </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0003"> CHAPTER III -- HARRY DISAGREES WITH HIS GUARDIAN </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0004"> CHAPTER IV -- MRS. FOX COMES TO GRIEF </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0005"> CHAPTER V -- MR. FOX LEARNS HARRY’S SECRET </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0006"> CHAPTER VI -- AN EXCITING CHASE</a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0007"> CHAPTER VII -- A NEW ENGAGEMENT </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0008"> CHAPTER VIII -- A LIBERAL OFFER </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0009"> CHAPTER IX -- THE PASSENGERS </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0010"> CHAPTER X -- THE YOUNG SAILOR </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0011"> CHAPTER XI -- A SENSATIONAL SCENE </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0012"> CHAPTER XII -- A STORM </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0013"> CHAPTER XIII -- “WHO WILL STAY?” </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0014"> CHAPTER XIV -- THE WRECK OF THE NANTUCKET </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0015"> CHAPTER XV -- THE LAST OF THE “NANTUCKET” </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0016"> CHAPTER XVI -- CONCLUSION</a> + </p> + + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_PREF" id="link2H_PREF"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + PREFACE + </h2> + <p> + Horatio Alger, Jr., in “Facing the World,” gives us as his hero a boy + whose parents have both died and the man appointed as his guardian is + unjust and unkind to him. In desperation he runs away and is very + fortunate in finding a true friend in a man who aids him and makes him his + helper in his work as magician. + </p> + <p> + They travel over the country and have many interesting experiences, some + narrow escapes and thrilling adventures. + </p> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0001" id="link2HCH0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER I + </h2> + <h3> + HARRY RECEIVES A LETTER + </h3> + <p> + “Here’s a letter for you, Harry,” said George Howard. “I was passing the + hotel on my way home from school when Abner Potts called out to me from + the piazza, and asked me to bring it.” + </p> + <p> + The speaker was a bright, round-faced boy of ten. The boy whom he + addressed was five or six years older. Only a week previous he had lost + his father, and as the family consisted only of these two, he was left, so + far as near relatives were concerned, alone in the world. + </p> + <p> + Immediately after the funeral he had been invited home by Mr. Benjamin + Howard, a friend of his father, but in no manner connected with him by + ties of relationship. + </p> + <p> + “You can stay here as long as you like, Harry,” said Mr. Howard, kindly. + “It will take you some time to form your plans, perhaps, and George will + be glad to have your company.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, Mr. Howard,” said Harry, gratefully. + </p> + <p> + “Shall you look for some employment here?” + </p> + <p> + “No; my father has a second cousin in Colebrook, named John Fox. Before he + died he advised me to write to Mr. Fox, and go to his house if I should + receive an invitation.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope for your sake, he will prove a good man. What is his business?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know, nor did my father. All I know is, that he is considered a + prosperous man. This letter is from him.” + </p> + <p> + It was inclosed in a brown envelope, and ran as follows: + </p> + <p> + “HARRY VANE: I have received your letter saying that your father wants me + to be your guardeen. I don’t know as I have any objections, bein’ a + business man it will come easy to me, and I think your father was wise to + seleck me. I am reddy to receave you any time. You will come to Bolton on + the cars. That is eight miles from here, and there is a stage that meats + the trane. It wouldn’t do you any harm to walk, but boys ain’t so active + as they were in my young days. The stage fare is fifty cents, which I + shall expect you to pay yourself, if you ride. + </p> + <p> + “There is one thing you don’t say anything about—how much proparty + your pa left. I hope it is a good round sum, and I will take good care of + it for you. Ennybody round here will tell you that John Fox is a good man + of business, and about as sharp as most people. Mrs. Fox will be glad to + see you, and my boy, Joel, will be glad to have someone to keep him + company. He is about sixteen years old. You don’t say how old you are, but + from your letter I surmise that you are as much as that. You will find a + happy united famerly, consistin’ of me and my wife, Joel and his sister, + Sally. Sally is fourteen, just two years younger than Joel. We live in a + comfortable way, but we don’t gorge ourselves on rich, unhelthy food. No + more at present. Yours to command, + </p> + <h3> + “JOHN FOX.” + </h3> + <p> + Harry smiled more than once as he read this letter. + </p> + <p> + “Your relative isn’t strong on spelling,” remarked Mr. Howard, as he laid + the letter on the table. + </p> + <p> + “No, sir; but he appears to be strong on economy. It is a comfort to know + that I shall not be injured by ‘rich, unhelthy food.’” + </p> + <p> + “When do you mean to start for Colebrook?” asked Mr. Howard. + </p> + <p> + “To-morrow morning. I have been looking at a railroad guide, and I find it + will bring me to Colebrook in time for supper.” + </p> + <p> + “We should be glad to have you stay with us as long as possible, Harry.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, Mr. Howard, I don’t doubt that, but the struggle of life is + before me, and I may as well enter upon it at once.” + </p> + <p> + At four o’clock in the afternoon the conductor of the train on which Harry + was a passenger called out Bolton. + </p> + <p> + Harry snatched up his carpetbag, and made his way to the door, for this + was the place where he was to take the stage for Colebrook. + </p> + <p> + Two other passengers got out at the same time. One was an elderly man, and + the other a young man of twenty-five. They appeared to be father and son, + and, as Harry learned afterward they were engaged in farming. + </p> + <p> + “Any passengers for Colebrook?” inquired the driver of the old-fashioned + Concord stage, which was drawn up beside the platform. + </p> + <p> + “There’s Obed and me,” said the old farmer. + </p> + <p> + “May I ride on the seat with you?” asked Harry of the driver. + </p> + <p> + “Sartain. Where are you going?” + </p> + <p> + “To Colebrook.” + </p> + <p> + “Then this is your team.” + </p> + <p> + Harry climbed up with a boy’s activity, and sat down on the broad seat, + congratulating himself that he would have a chance to see the country, and + breathe better air than those confined inside. + </p> + <p> + Soon the driver sat down on the box beside him, and started the horses. + </p> + <p> + “You’re a stranger, ain’t you?” he remarked, with an inquisitive glance at + his young traveling companion. + </p> + <p> + “Yes; I’ve never been here before.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you going to the tavern?” + </p> + <p> + “No; I’m going to the house of Mr. John Fox. Do you know him?” + </p> + <p> + “I reckon everybody round here knows John Fox.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know him. He is to be my guardian.” + </p> + <p> + “Sho! You’ll have a queer guardeen.” + </p> + <p> + “Why queer?” + </p> + <p> + “The fact is, old John’ll cheat you out of your eye teeth ef he gets a + chance. He’s about the sharpest man round.” + </p> + <p> + “He can’t cheat me out of much,” returned Harry, not especially reassured + by this remark. “What is the business of Mr. Fox?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, he’s got some land, but he makes his livin’ chiefly by tradin’ + hosses, auctioneerin’, and such like.” + </p> + <p> + “What sort of a woman is Mrs. Fox?” + </p> + <p> + “She’s a good match for the old man. She’s about as mean as he is.” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Fox wrote me that he had two children.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, there’s Joel—he’s about your age. He’s a chip of the old block—red-headed + and freckled, just like the old man. I don’t believe Joel ever spent a + cent in his life. He hangs on to money as tight as ef his life depended on + it.” + </p> + <p> + “There’s a girl, too, isn’t there?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Sally. She looks like her ma, except she’s red-headed like her pa.” + </p> + <p> + “I’m glad to know something of the family, but I’m afraid I shan’t enjoy + myself very much among the Foxes.” + </p> + <p> + With such conversation Harry beguiled the way. On the whole, he enjoyed + the ride. There were hills and here and there the road ran through the + woods. He could hear the singing of birds, and, notwithstanding what he + had heard he felt in good spirits. + </p> + <p> + At length the stage entered the village of Colebrook. It was a village of + moderate size—about two hundred houses being scattered over a tract + half a mile square. Occupying a central position was the tavern, a square, + two-story building, with a piazza in front, on which was congregated a + number of villagers. After rapidly scanning them, the driver said: + </p> + <p> + “Do you see that tall man over there leanin’ against a post?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “That’s your guardeen! That’s John Fox himself, as large as life, and just + about as homely.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0002" id="link2HCH0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II + </h2> + <h3> + THE DANGER SIGNAL + </h3> + <p> + The man pointed out to Harry as his guardian was tall, loosely put + together, with a sharp, thin visage surrounded by a thicket of dull-red + hair. He came forward as Harry jumped to the ground after descending from + the elevated perch, and said: “I reckon this is Harry Vane?” + </p> + <p> + “That is my name, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Glad to see you. Just take your traps, and come along with me. Mrs. Fox + will have supper ready by the time we come.” + </p> + <p> + Harry was not, on the whole, attracted by the appearance of his guardian. + There was a crafty look about the eyes of Mr. Fox which seemed to make his + name appropriate. He surveyed his young ward critically. + </p> + <p> + “You’re pretty well grown,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “And look stout and strong.” + </p> + <p> + “I believe I am both.” + </p> + <p> + “My boy, Joel, is as tall as you, but not so hefty. He’s goin’ to be tall + like me. He’s a sharp boy—Joel.” + </p> + <p> + “By the way, you didn’t write how much property your father left.” + </p> + <p> + “After the funeral bills are paid, I presume there’ll be only about three + hundred dollars left.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Fox stopped short and whistled. + </p> + <p> + “Father hadn’t much talent at making money,” said Harry, soberly. + </p> + <p> + “I should say not. Why, that money won’t last you no time at all.” + </p> + <p> + “I am old enough to work for a living. Isn’t there something I can find to + do in Colebrook?” + </p> + <p> + “I guess I can give you work myself—There’s always more or less to + do ‘round a place. I keep a man part of the time, but I reckon I can let + him go and take you on instead. You see, that will count on your board, + and you don’t want to spend your money too fast.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, sir. There’s only one thing I will stipulate; I will wait a + day or two before going to work. I want to look about the place a little.” + </p> + <p> + While this conversation was going on, they had traveled a considerable + distance. A little distance ahead appeared a square house, painted yellow, + with a barn a little back on the left, and two old wagons alongside. + </p> + <p> + “That’s my house,” said John Fox. “There’s Joel.” + </p> + <p> + Joel, a tall boy in figure, like his father, came forward and eyed Harry + with sharp curiosity. + </p> + <p> + “How are ye?” said Joel, extending a red hand, covered with warts. + </p> + <p> + “Pretty well, thank you,” said Harry, not much attracted to his new + acquaintance. + </p> + <p> + “Here’s Sally, too!” said John Fox. “Sally, this is my ward, Harry Vane.” + </p> + <p> + Sally, who bore a striking family resemblance to her father and brother, + giggled. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Fox, to whom Harry was introduced at the supper table, was as + peculiar in her appearance and as destitute of beauty as the rest of the + family. + </p> + <p> + The next day, Harry, feeling it must be confessed, rather homesick, + declined Joel’s company, and took an extended stroll about the town. He + found that though the railway by which he had come was eight miles + distant, there was another, passing within a mile of the village. He + struck upon it, and before proceeding far made a startling discovery. + There had been some heavy rains, which had washed out the road for a + considerable distance, causing the track to give way. + </p> + <p> + “Good heavens!” thought Harry, “if a train comes over the road before this + is mended, there’ll be a wreck and loss of life. What can I do?” + </p> + <p> + Just across the field stood a small house. In the yard the week’s washing + was hung out. Among the articles was a red tablecloth. + </p> + <p> + “May I borrow that tablecloth?” asked Harry, in excitement, of a woman in + the doorway. + </p> + <p> + “Land sakes! what for?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + “To signal the train. The road’s washed away.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, yes; I’m expectin’ my darter on that train,” answered the woman, now + as excited as our hero. “Hurry up! the train’s due in fifteen minutes.” + </p> + <p> + Seizing the tablecloth, Harry gathered it quickly into a bundle and ran + back to the railroad. He hurried down the track west of a curve which was + a few hundred feet beyond the washout, and saw the train coming at full + speed. He jumped on a fence skirting the tracks, and waved the tablecloth + wildly. + </p> + <p> + “Will they see it?” he asked himself, anxiously. + </p> + <p> + It was an anxious moment for Harry as he stood waving the danger signal, + uncertain whether it would attract the attention of the engineer. It did! + The engineer, though not understanding the meaning of the signal, not + knowing indeed, but it might be a boy’s freak, prudently heeded it, and + reversing the engine, stopped the train a short distance of the place of + danger. + </p> + <p> + “Thank God!” exclaimed Harry, breathing a deep sigh of relief. + </p> + <p> + The engineer alighted from the train, and when he looked ahead, needed no + explanation. + </p> + <p> + “My boy!” he said, with a shudder, “you have saved the train.” + </p> + <p> + “I am glad of it, sir. My heart was in my mouth, lest you should not see + my signal.” + </p> + <p> + By this time the passengers, whose curiosity had been roused by the sudden + halt, began to pour out of the cars. + </p> + <p> + When they saw the washout, strong men turned pale, and ladies grew faint, + while many a fervent ejaculation of gratitude was heard at the wonderful + escape. + </p> + <p> + “We owe our lives to this boy!” said the engineer. “It was he who stood on + the fence and signaled me. We owe our deliverance to this—tablecloth.” + </p> + <p> + A small man, somewhat portly, pushed his way up to Harry. + </p> + <p> + “What is your name, my lad?” he asked, brusquely. + </p> + <p> + “Harry Vane.” + </p> + <p> + “I am the president and leading stockholder of the road, and my property + has come very near being the death of me. Gentlemen”—here the + president turned to the group of gentlemen around him—“don’t you + think this boy deserves a testimonial?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, yes!” returned the gentlemen, in chorus. + </p> + <p> + “So do I, and I lead off with a subscription of twenty dollars.” + </p> + <p> + One after another followed the president’s lead, the president himself + making the rounds bareheaded, and gathering the contributions in his hat. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, sir!” said Harry, as soon as he understood what was going forward, + “don’t reward me for what was only my duty. I should be ashamed to accept + anything for the little I have done.” + </p> + <p> + “You may count it little to save the lives of a train full of people,” + said the president, dryly, “but we set a slight value upon our lives and + limbs. Are you rich?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “So I thought. Well, you needn’t be ashamed to accept a little testimonial + of our gratitude. You must not refuse.” + </p> + <p> + When all so disposed had contributed, the president gathered the bills + from the hat and handed the pile to Harry. + </p> + <p> + “Take them, my boy,” he said, “and make good use of them. I shall owe you + a considerable balance, for I value my life at more than twenty dollars. + Here is my card. If you ever need a friend, or a service, call on me.” + </p> + <p> + Then the president gave directions to the engineer to run back to the + preceding station, where there was a telegraph office, from which messages + could be sent in both directions to warn trains of the washout. + </p> + <p> + Harry was left with his hands full of money, hardly knowing whether he was + awake or dreaming. + </p> + <p> + One thing seemed to him only fair—to give the owner of the + tablecloth some small share of the money, as an acknowledgment for the use + of her property. + </p> + <p> + “Here, Madam,” said Harry, when he had retraced his steps to the house, + “is your tablecloth, for which I am much obliged. It saved the train.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I’m thankful! Little did I ever think a tablecloth would do so much + good. Why, it only cost me a dollar and a quarter.” + </p> + <p> + “Allow me to ask your acceptance of this bill to pay you for the use of + it.” + </p> + <p> + “Land sakes! why, you’ve given me ten dollars!” + </p> + <p> + “It’s all right. It came from the passengers. They gave me something too.” + </p> + <p> + “You didn’t tell me your name.” + </p> + <p> + “My name is Harry Vane.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you live round here? I never heerd the name afore.” + </p> + <p> + “I’ve just come to the village. I’m going to live with John Fox.” + </p> + <p> + “You don’t say! Be you any kin to Fox?” + </p> + <p> + “Not very near. He’s my guardian.” + </p> + <p> + “If he hears you’ve had any money give you, he’ll want to take care of it + for you.” + </p> + <p> + This consideration had not occurred to Harry. Indeed, he had for so short + a time been the possessor of the money, of which he did not know the + amount, that this was not surprising. + </p> + <p> + “Well, good-morning!” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Good-morning! It’s been a lucky mornin’ for both of us.” + </p> + <p> + “I must go somewhere where I can count this money unobserved,” he said to + himself. + </p> + <p> + Not far away he saw a ruined shed. + </p> + <p> + Harry entered the shed, and sitting down on a log, took out the bills, + which he had hurriedly stuffed in his pocket, and began to count them. + </p> + <p> + “Almost three hundred dollars!” murmured Harry, joyously. “It has been, + indeed, a lucky morning for me. It has nearly doubled my property.” + </p> + <p> + The question arose in his mind: “Should he give this money to Mr. Fox to + keep for him?” + </p> + <p> + “No,” he decided, “I won’t give him this money. I won’t even let him know + I have it.” Where, then, could he conceal it? Looking about him, he + noticed a little, leather-covered, black trunk, not more than a foot long, + and six inches deep. It was locked, but a small key was in the lock. + </p> + <p> + Opening the trunk he found it empty. The lock seemed in good condition. He + made a pile of the bills, and depositing them in this receptacle, locked + the trunk and put the key in his pocket. + </p> + <p> + Now for a place of concealment. + </p> + <p> + Harry came out of the shed, and looked scrutinizingly around him. Not far + away was a sharp elevation surmounted by trees. The hill was a gravelly + formation, and therefore dry. At one point near a withered tree, our hero + detected a cavity, made either by accident or design. Its location near + the tree made it easy to discover. + </p> + <p> + With a little labor he enlarged and deepened the hole, till he could + easily store away the box in its recess, then covered it up carefully, and + strewed grass and leaves over all to hide the traces of excavation. + </p> + <p> + “There that will do,” he said, in a tone of satisfaction. + </p> + <p> + He had reserved for possible need fifteen dollars in small bills, which he + put into his pocketbook. + </p> + <p> + John Fox had heard the news in the post office, and started off at once + for the scene of danger. + </p> + <p> + “How’d they hear of the washout?” he asked, puzzled. + </p> + <p> + “I heerd that a boy discovered it, and signaled the train,” said his + neighbor. + </p> + <p> + “How did he do it?” + </p> + <p> + “Waved a shawl or somethin’.” + </p> + <p> + “That don’t seem likely; where would a boy find a shawl?” + </p> + <p> + His informant looked puzzled. + </p> + <p> + “Like as not he borrowed it of Mrs. Brock,” he suggested. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Brock was the woman living in the small house near by, so that the + speaker’s surmise was correct. It struck John Fox as possible, and he said + so. + </p> + <p> + “I guess I’ll go and ask the Widder Brock,” he said. “She must have seen + the train, livin’ so near as she does.” + </p> + <p> + “I’ll go along with you.” + </p> + <p> + The two men soon found themselves on Mrs. Brock’s premises. + </p> + <p> + “Good-mornin,’ Mrs. Brock,” said John Fox. + </p> + <p> + “You’ve come nigh havin’ a causality here.” + </p> + <p> + “You’re right there, Mr. Fox,” answered Mrs. Brock. “I was awful skeered + about it, for I thought my Nancy might be on the train. When the boy run + into my yard——” + </p> + <p> + “The boy! What boy?” asked Fox, eagerly. + </p> + <p> + “It was that boy you are guardeen of.” + </p> + <p> + “What, Harry Vane?” ejaculated Fox, in genuine surprise. + </p> + <p> + “Tell me all about it, Mrs. Brock.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, you see, he ran into my yard all out of breath, and grabbin’ a red + tablecloth from the line, asked me if I would lend it to him. ‘Land + sakes!’ says I, ‘what do you want of a tablecloth?’” + </p> + <p> + “‘The track’s washed away,’ he said, ‘and I want to signal the train. + There’s danger of an accident.’ Of course, I let him have it, and he did + signal the train, standin’ on the fence, and wavin’ the tablecloth. So the + train was saved!” + </p> + <p> + “And did he bring back the tablecloth?” + </p> + <p> + “Of course, he did, and that wasn’t all. He brought me a ten-dollar bill + to pay for the use of it.” + </p> + <p> + “Gave you a ten-dollar bill!” exclaimed John Fox, in amazement. “That was + very wrong.” + </p> + <p> + “You hadn’t no claim on the money if you are his guardeen. A collection + was took up by the passengers, and given to the boy, and he thought I + ought to have pay for use of the tablecloth, so he gave me a ten-dollar + bill—and a little gentleman he is, too.” + </p> + <p> + “A collection taken up for my ward?” repeated Fox, pricking up his ears. + “Well, well! that is news.” + </p> + <p> + John Fox was already on his way back to the road. He was anxious to find + his ward. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0003" id="link2HCH0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III + </h2> + <h3> + HARRY DISAGREES WITH HIS GUARDIAN + </h3> + <p> + Harry and his guardian met at the dinner table. Mrs. Fox had provided a + boiled dinner, to which Harry was ready to do justice. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Fox seemed unusually pleasant. + </p> + <p> + “I find, Harry,” he said, clearing his throat, “that you have already been + distinguishing yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you heard of the narrow escape of the train?” said Harry. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I heard that but for your presence of mind, and Mrs. Brock’s + tablecloth, there would have been a smash-up.” + </p> + <p> + “What on earth are you talkin’ about, John Fox?” demanded his wife, + curiously. + </p> + <p> + “Well, you see, Maria, the rain of last night washed away part of the + railroad track, and the train would have been plunged into a gully if our + young boarder here hadn’t seen the danger, and, borrowin’ a tablecloth + from Mrs. Brock, signaled the train.” + </p> + <p> + “You don’t say?” + </p> + <p> + “That isn’t all,” resumed John Fox. “The passengers took up a + contribution, and I expect gave quite a handsome sum to our young friend.” + </p> + <p> + “How much did the folks give you?” asked Joel eagerly. + </p> + <p> + “I’ve got fifteen dollars left,” he replied. “I gave some money to Mrs. + Brock for the use of the tablecloth.” + </p> + <p> + John Fox looked disappointed and disgusted. + </p> + <p> + “You don’t mean to say,” he ejaculated, sharply, “that you gave away + almost half of your money for the use of an old tablecloth that would be + dear at a dollar?” + </p> + <p> + “If I hadn’t had the tablecloth, I couldn’t have attracted the engineer’s + attention,” said Harry, mildly. + </p> + <p> + There was a little more conversation on the subject, but Harry remained + tranquil, and did not appear disturbed by the criticisms elicited by his + conduct. He heartily hoped that his guardian’s family would not find out + how large a sum he had received. + </p> + <p> + When dinner was over, Harry was about to leave the house, when John Fox + said, insinuatingly: “Don’t you think you’d better give me that money to + keep for you? It will be safer in my hands.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, Mr. Fox,” said Harry, “but I think I can take care of it + myself.” + </p> + <p> + “Fifteen dollars is a good deal of money for a boy like you to carry round + with you,” said his guardian. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t think I shall lose it, sir,” replied the boy. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps not, but you will be tempted to spend it wastefully.” + </p> + <p> + John Fox didn’t look amiable. He was in doubt whether he might not + properly take from his ward the money by force, but it occurred to him + that it would be better not to assert his authority quite so soon. + </p> + <p> + “We will speak of this again,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “It is well I didn’t bring all the money home. I wonder how soon Mr. Fox + will make another attempt to secure the sum I have with me,” thought + Harry. + </p> + <p> + The attempt was made that same night. + </p> + <p> + Harry was afraid he would be expected to occupy the same room with Joel, + in which case he could hope for no privacy, and would be unable to conceal + his money, which he had little doubt his guardian intended to secure, + either by fair means or foul. It chanced, however, that Joel slept in a + small bedroom opening out of his parents’ chamber. So Harry was assigned + an attic room, in the end of the house, the sides sloping down to the + eaves. It was inferior to the chambers on the second floor, but our hero + was not disposed to complain. He valued solitude more than superior + finish. + </p> + <p> + Harry’s suspicion was roused by the circumstance that his guardian did not + again refer to his money, nor did he manifest any disappointment at his + ward’s declining to intrust him with it. + </p> + <p> + During the evening, Joel brought out a backgammon board, and proposed to + Harry to play. If there would have been anything to read Harry would have + preferred entertaining himself in that way, but Mr. Fox didn’t appear to + be literary. There were a few books in the house, but they were not of an + attractive character. + </p> + <p> + Partly in backgammon, partly in conversation with the son and heir of the + Foxes, the time passed till half-past eight o’clock. + </p> + <p> + “Joel, you can go to bed,” said his mother. “It is half-past eight.” + </p> + <p> + Joel yawned, and interposed no objection. + </p> + <p> + “You may as well go, too, Harry,” said Mrs. Fox. + </p> + <p> + “I am ready to go to bed,” said Harry. + </p> + <p> + In fact, he felt rather sleepy, and anticipated little pleasure in sitting + up in the far from exciting company of Mr. and Mrs. Fox. + </p> + <p> + “Joel!” said his mother, “take this candle and show Harry upstairs in the + attic chamber.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, mam.” + </p> + <p> + So, preceded by Joel, Harry went up two flights of stairs to the attic + room reserved for him. It was the only room that had been finished off, + and the garret outside looked dark and forbidding. + </p> + <p> + “I would be scared to sleep up here,” said his companion. + </p> + <p> + “I shall not be at all frightened, Joel,” said Harry. + </p> + <p> + “Good-night. Just hold the candle while I go downstairs.” + </p> + <p> + When he was fairly all alone, Harry began to look about him, to ascertain + in what kind of quarters he was to pass the night. To begin with he + examined the door, he ascertained that it was a common latch door, and + there was no lock. There was nothing to prevent anyone entering the room + during the night. There was a small cot bed in one corner, a chair, and an + old wooden chest. There was no bureau nor washstand. The absence of the + latter annoyed Harry. + </p> + <p> + He learned afterward that he was expected to go downstairs and wash in a + large basin in the kitchen sink—wiping his face on a brown, roll + towel which was used by the entire family. This was quite unsatisfactory + to Harry, who was scrupulously neat in his tastes. + </p> + <p> + “This isn’t a palace exactly,” Harry said to himself. + </p> + <p> + Then came the thought, “What was he to do with his money?” + </p> + <p> + Now, it so happened that Harry was the possessor of two pocketbooks—one—shabby, + and well worn, which he had failed to throw away on buying another just + before he left home. In connection with this, a scheme for outwitting Mr. + Fox came into his mind. He folded up a fragment of newspaper, and put it + into the old pocketbook, bulging it out till it looked well filled, and + this he left in the pocket of his pantaloons. + </p> + <p> + “Now to hide the other,” said he to himself. + </p> + <p> + He looked about the room seeking for some place of concealment. Finally he + noticed in one portion of the floor a square board, which looked as if it + might be lifted. He stooped over and succeeded in raising it. The space + beneath was about a foot in depth—the lower level being the lathing + and plastering of the room below. + </p> + <p> + “That will do,” said Harry, in a tone of satisfaction. “I don’t think Mr. + Fox will find my money here,” and dropping the pocketbook into the cavity + he replaced the square board. Then he went to bed and awaited results. + </p> + <p> + When Harry had gone up to his bed, Mr. and Mrs. Fox naturally began to + compare notes respecting him. + </p> + <p> + “That new boy rides a high horse,” said Mrs. Fox, grimly. “Are you going + to allow it?” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly not.” + </p> + <p> + “He wouldn’t give up his money to you, though you are his guardeen.” + </p> + <p> + “Very true, but I mean to have it all the same. I shall go up to his + bedroom after he is asleep, and then it will be the easiest thing in the + world to take the pocketbook without his knowin’ anything about it.” + </p> + <p> + “He’ll know it in the mornin’.” + </p> + <p> + “Let him! Possession is nine p’ints of the law, Mrs. Fox.” + </p> + <p> + “He might say you stole it.” + </p> + <p> + “He can’t do that, for I’m his guardeen, don’t you see?” + </p> + <p> + A little after ten Mr. Fox, considering that Harry must be sound asleep, + decided to make him a visit. He removed his shoes, and in his stocking + feet, candle in hand, began to ascend the narrow and steep staircase which + led to the attic. + </p> + <p> + “Shall I go with you, John?” queried his helpmeet. + </p> + <p> + “No, I guess I can manage alone.” + </p> + <p> + His wife wanted to share in the excitement of the night visit. There was + something alluring in the thought of creeping upstairs, and removing by + stealth, the pocketbook of the new inmate of their home. + </p> + <p> + Left to himself, Mr. Fox pursued his way up the attic stairs. They creaked + a little under his weight, and, much to his annoyance, when he reached the + landing at the top he coughed. + </p> + <p> + “I hope the boy won’t hear me,” he said to himself. + </p> + <p> + He paused an instant, then softly opened the door of Harry’s chamber. + </p> + <p> + All seemed satisfactory. Our hero was lying quietly in bed, apparently in + a peaceful sleep. Ordinarily he would have been fast asleep by this time, + but the expectation of a visit from his guardian had kept him awake beyond + his usual time. He had heard Mr. Fox cough, and so, even before the door + opened, he had warning of the visit. + </p> + <p> + Harry was not a nervous boy, and had such command of himself, that, even + when Mr. Fox bent over, and, by the light of the candle, examined his + face, he never stirred nor winked, though he very much wanted to laugh. + </p> + <p> + “All is safe! The boy is sound asleep,” whispered Mr. Fox to himself. + </p> + <p> + He set the candle on the floor, and then taking up Harry’s pantaloons, + thrust his hand into the pocket. + </p> + <p> + The very first pocket contained the pocketbook which our hero had put + there. Mr. Fox would have opened and examined the contents on the spot, + but he heard a cough from the bed, and, quickly put the pocketbook into + his own pocket, apprehending that his ward might wake up, and taking up + the candle, noiselessly withdrew from the chamber. + </p> + <p> + After he had fairly gone, Harry had a quiet laugh to himself. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Fox returned in triumph to his own chamber, where his wife was + anxiously waiting for him. + </p> + <p> + “Have you got it, Mr. F.,” she asked, eagerly. + </p> + <p> + “Got it? Why shouldn’t I get it?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, open it, and let us see what it contains.” + </p> + <p> + This Mr. Fox proceeded to do. But no sooner did his glance rest on its + contents than his lower jaw fell, and his eyes opened wide in perplexity. + </p> + <p> + “Well, what are you staring at like a fool?” demanded his wife, who was + not so situated that she could see the contents of the pocketbook. + </p> + <p> + “Look at this, Mrs. F.,” said her husband, in a hollow voice. “There’s no + money here—only this piece of newspaper.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, well, of all the fools I ever saw you are about the most stupid!” + ejaculated Mrs. Fox. “What you undertake you generally carry through, do + you? After all the fuss you’ve brought down a pocketbook stuffed with + waste paper.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t understand it,” said Fox, his face assuming a look of perplexity. + “Surely the boy told the truth when he said he had fifteen dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “Of course! Joel saw the money—a roll of bills, and saw him take + them out of his pocketbook. He must have taken them out. Did you search + all his pockets?” + </p> + <p> + “No; when I found the pocketbook I thought I was all right.” + </p> + <p> + “Just like a man!” retorted Mrs. Fox. “I’ll go up myself, and see if I + can’t manage better than you.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you’d better take this wallet, and put it back in his pocket.” + </p> + <p> + “Give it to me, then.” + </p> + <p> + With a firm step Mrs. Fox took the candle, and took her turn in going up + the attic stairs. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0004" id="link2HCH0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV + </h2> + <h3> + MRS. FOX COMES TO GRIEF + </h3> + <p> + Harry confidently anticipated a second visit to his chamber. + </p> + <p> + He was rather surprised when the door was again opened, and Mrs. Fox + entered. Opening his eyes a little way, he saw her, after a brief glance + at the bed, go to the chair containing his pantaloons, and put back the + deceptive wallet. She was about to prosecute a further search, when Harry + decided that matters had gone far enough. He did not fancy their night + visits, and meant to stop them if he could. + </p> + <p> + Chance favored his design. A puff of air from the door, which Mrs. Fox had + left wide open, extinguished the candle, and left the room, as there was + no moon, in profound darkness. + </p> + <p> + “Drat the candle!” he heard Mrs. Fox say. + </p> + <p> + Then a mischievous idea came to Harry. In his native village lived a man + who had passed a considerable time in the wild region beyond the Missouri + River, and had mingled familiarly with the Indians. From him Harry had + learned how to imitate the Indian warwhoop. + </p> + <p> + “I’ll scare the old lady,” thought Harry, smiling to himself. + </p> + <p> + Immediately there rang out from the bed, in the darkness and silence, a + terrific warwhoop, given in Harry’s most effective style. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Fox was not a nervous woman ordinarily, but she was undeniably + frightened at the unexpected sound. + </p> + <p> + “Heavens and earth, what’s that?” she ejaculated, and dropping our hero’s + clothes, retreated in disorder, almost stumbling downstairs in her + precipitate flight. Dashing into the chamber where Mr. Fox was waiting for + her, she sank into a chair, gasping for breath. + </p> + <p> + “Good gracious, Maria, what’s the matter?” exclaimed her husband, gazing + at her in astonishment. + </p> + <p> + “I—don’t—know,” she gasped. + </p> + <p> + “You look as if you had seen a ghost.” + </p> + <p> + “I haven’t seen anything,” said his wife, recovering her breath, “but I’ve + heard something terrible. It’s my belief the attic is haunted. I went + upstairs and put back the wallet, and was looking to see if I could find + another, when all at once the candle went out, and a terrible noise shook + the chamber.” + </p> + <p> + “What was it like, Mrs. F.?” + </p> + <p> + “I can’t tell you. I never heard anything like it before. All I know is, I + wouldn’t go up there again tonight for anything.” + </p> + <p> + “Did the boy sleep through it all?” + </p> + <p> + “How can I tell? The candle was out.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps he blew it out.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps you’re a fool Mr. Fox. It wasn’t near the bed, and he was fast + asleep, for I looked at him. It made me think of—of Peter,” and Mrs. + Fox shuddered. + </p> + <p> + Peter had been taken from the poorhouse three years ago by Mr. Fox, and + apprenticed to him by the town authorities. According to popular report he + had been cruelly treated and insufficiently fed, until he was taken sick + and had died in the very bedroom where Mrs. Fox had been so frightened. + This may explain how it was that a woman so strong-minded had had her + nerves so easily upset. + </p> + <p> + “We won’t talk of Peter,” said Mr. Fox, shortly, for to him, also, the + subject was an unpleasant one. “I suppose you didn’t find another wallet?” + </p> + <p> + “No, I didn’t. You can order the boy to give it up to-morrow. The best + thing to do now is to go to bed and rest.” + </p> + <p> + The breakfast hour at the house of Mr. Fox was half past six. Harry was + called at six, and was punctual at the table. Mr. Fox cast a suspicious + glance at his ward, but the boy looked so perfectly unconcerned, that he + acquitted him of any knowledge of the night visit. + </p> + <p> + “How did you sleep, Harry?” asked Mrs. Fox. + </p> + <p> + “Soundly, thank you,” answered Harry, politely. + </p> + <p> + “You didn’t hear any—strange noises, then?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “Now, Harry,” said Mr. Fox, after breakfast, “we may as well speak of our + future arrangements. I have considerable to do on my twenty acres of land, + and I can give you work here.” + </p> + <p> + “What compensation do you offer, sir?” + </p> + <p> + “As a boarder I should have to charge you five dollars a week for your + board, and fifty cents extra for your washing—that would go to Mrs. + Fox; as well as pay twenty-five cents a week for your mending. That also + would go to my wife. Now, if you work for me, I will take off three + dollars, making the charge to you only two dollars and seventy-five cents + per week.” + </p> + <p> + “Don’t you think, Mr. Fox, that is rather low pay for my services?” + </p> + <p> + “I might say two dollars and a quarter,” said Mr. Fox, deliberating. + </p> + <p> + Harry smiled to himself. He had not the slightest idea of working for any + such trifle, but he did not care to announce his determination yet. + </p> + <p> + “I will pay full price for a week, Mr. Fox,” he said, “and during that + time I will consider your offer.” + </p> + <p> + “I may not offer you as favorable terms a week from now,” said Fox, who + wanted to get his ward to work at once. + </p> + <p> + “I will take my chance of it, sir. I prefer to have a few days of + freedom.” + </p> + <p> + “By the way, Harry, don’t you think you had better give me your money to + keep? You might lose it.” + </p> + <p> + “You are very kind, Mr. Fox; but I am not afraid of losing it.” + </p> + <p> + After breakfast Harry went to walk. His steps naturally tended to the + place where he had left the greater part of his treasure. It was possible + that he had been seen hiding it, and he thought on the whole it would be + better to find another place of concealment. + </p> + <p> + “Joel,” said his mother, “follow Harry, and see where he goes. He may be + goin’ to hide his money. But don’t let him see you.” + </p> + <p> + “All right, mam; I’ll do it. I wish I had followed him yesterday.” + </p> + <p> + A position as detective would have suited Joel. Whatever was secret or + stealthy had a charm for him. + </p> + <p> + In the present instance he managed to shadow Harry very successfully. The + task was made easier, because our hero had no idea that anyone was + following him. + </p> + <p> + “So he’s goin’ to the railroad,” said Joel, to himself + </p> + <p> + Arrived at the railroad track, Harry’s course diverged to the hillock, at + the top of which he had concealed his treasure. + </p> + <p> + Joel posted himself at a point where he had a good view of the elevation, + and could see what Harry was doing. He saw our hero digging at a + particular spot, and concluded that he was going to hide the fifteen + dollars there. What was his surprise and delight when he saw him dig up + and expose to view a large roll of bills. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, cracky!” ejaculated Joel, “there must be a hundred dollars in that + roll of bills. Wouldn’t dad open his eyes if he saw it?” + </p> + <p> + Unconscious of observation, Harry held the money in his hand and + deliberated. Then he put it in his pocket, resolved to think over at his + leisure its ultimate place of deposit. + </p> + <p> + Now, unfortunately for Joel, just at this moment he slipped from his perch + on the branch of a small tree, and for about half a minute what Harry did + was concealed from him. He clambered into the tree again, but only to see + Harry filling up the hole again. + </p> + <p> + He didn’t want Harry to catch sight of him when he descended from the + hill, and accordingly scuttled away sufficiently far to escape suspicion, + yet not too far to entirely lose sight of Harry’s movements. + </p> + <p> + Five minutes later Harry descended from the hill, and bent his steps + toward that part of the railway where the accident had occurred. Joel, who + had hastened away in a different direction, went back to the hill as soon + as he thought it would be safe, and eagerly ascended it. He found without + difficulty the spot where Harry had been digging. With the help of a + fragment of wood which he had picked up below, he in turn began to dig—his + eyes glistening with expectation and cupidity. + </p> + <p> + He kept digging, but gradually became anxious, as the expected treasure + did not show itself. + </p> + <p> + “I’m sure I have dug deep enough,” he said to himself. + </p> + <p> + “He must have took the money when I fell from the tree,” thought Joel, + crestfallen. “He’s served me a mean trick. Won’t I tell dad, though, and + get him into trouble? Oh, no!” + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile Harry, not knowing how narrowly he had escaped being robbed, + pursued his way to the railway. + </p> + <p> + “If I were only in my old home,” he thought, “I would ask Mr. Howard to + take care of it for me. Then I should know it was all right.” + </p> + <p> + He thought of the president of the railroad, to whom he was principally + indebted for the money. + </p> + <p> + “If I could only see him,” he thought, “I would ask him to take care of it + for me.” + </p> + <p> + What was his surprise, when, on reaching the depot, the first person on + whom his eyes fell was the very gentleman of whom he was thinking. + </p> + <p> + “How do you do, sir?” said Harry, politely. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, my young friend that saved the train!” said the president cordially. + “I hope you haven’t spent the money you received on riotous living.” + </p> + <p> + “No. Will you take care of it for me? I don’t want to spend it, and I am + afraid of losing it.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, my boy, if you really desire it, I will take the money.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall regard it as a very great favor.” + </p> + <p> + No sooner said than done. They went into the depot and Harry, counting out + two hundred and fifty dollars, passed it over to the president. + </p> + <p> + He made out a brief receipt, signing it, “Thomas Conway, President of the + Craven County Railroad,” and Harry pocketed it with a feeling of relief. + </p> + <p> + While he was standing in front of the depot waiting for the arrival of the + eight-thirty train, Joel came up. + </p> + <p> + “Goin’ a-travelin’?” asked Joel, with a grin. + </p> + <p> + “Not this morning.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish I had a hundred dollars!” continued Joel, surveying Harry sharply. + “I’d make a journey out West. Say, Harry, did you ever have a hundred + dollars in your pocket?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Maybe you’ve got it now?” + </p> + <p> + “Where should I get it?” demanded Harry. + </p> + <p> + “I do’no. Jest empty your pockets, and le’me see how much you’ve got.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you; I don’t see any use in it,” said Harry. + </p> + <p> + “You dassent!” + </p> + <p> + “Very well! Call it that.” + </p> + <p> + “Joel’s been spying on me. He must have seen me on the hill,” concluded + Harry. “It’s well I gave most of my money to Mr. Conway.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0005" id="link2HCH0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER V + </h2> + <h3> + MR. FOX LEARNS HARRY’S SECRET + </h3> + <p> + Harry had acted none too soon. It happened that his secret had been + discovered not only by Joel, but by Joel’s father, that very morning. + </p> + <p> + About ten o’clock Mr. Fox had occasion to go to the village. In the post + office he met an acquaintance from a neighboring town, with whom he passed + the usual compliments. + </p> + <p> + “By the way, Fox,” said his friend, “I had a narrow escape the other day.” + </p> + <p> + “What was it, Pearson?” + </p> + <p> + “Came near being smashed up on the railroad. There would have been an end + to us, but for a brave boy, who signaled the train in time.” + </p> + <p> + “That boy was my ward,” said John Fox, complacently. + </p> + <p> + “You don’t say so! Well, he was a lucky chap.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t think so. He didn’t get much for his bravery.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t see how you can say that. How much money did he get?” + </p> + <p> + “Twenty-five dollars, and of that he gave ten to the woman whose + tablecloth he borrowed.” + </p> + <p> + “There’s some mistake about that. There must have been forty or fifty + bills put into his hands.” + </p> + <p> + “Is this true?” ejaculated Fox, in amazement. + </p> + <p> + “Just as true as I’m standing here. If there wasn’t two or three hundred + dollars I’ll eat my head.” + </p> + <p> + “The artful young rascal!” exclaimed Fox, in virtuous indignation. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps he thought you would take it from him. The boy was smart,” said + Pearson, laughing. + </p> + <p> + “You call it smart! I call it base and treacherous!” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Fox walked thoughtfully away. He was considering how he should get + hold of his ward’s money. It was not a question easy to answer. Evidently + Harry was a boy who kept his own counsel, and knew how to take care of + himself. + </p> + <p> + “Joel seems to have a great partiality for my society,” thought Harry, + when, after dinner, his guardian’s son continued to follow him about. + </p> + <p> + Our hero would have been quite willing to dispense with Joel’s + companionship, but, being good-natured, he did not feel like dismissing + him, as he would have done had he suspected that the boy was acting as a + spy upon him, at his father’s request. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Fox said very little to his ward at the table, but Harry felt that he + was eyeing him intently. + </p> + <p> + After supper Harry was about to leave the room when Mr. Fox stopped him. + </p> + <p> + “Wait a moment, young man,” he said, in a commanding tone. + </p> + <p> + “Very well, sir,” returned Harry, quietly. + </p> + <p> + “How much money did the passengers give you?” + </p> + <p> + “Almost three hundred dollars,” answered Harry, composedly. + </p> + <p> + “Did you ever hear the like?” exclaimed Mrs. Fox, in amazement. “If it had + only been Joel.” + </p> + <p> + “Thunder!” exclaimed that young gentleman. “Well, you was lucky. No such + luck for me!” + </p> + <p> + “It is well you have told me,” said John Fox; “not but I knew before. I + met one of the passengers to-day, and he gave me an idea how much it was. + You will please hand it over to me, and I will take care of it.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall not be able to comply with your request, Mr. Fox,” said Harry. “I + have not the money with me.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t believe it. You had it this morning. And Joel has been with you + ever since; so you haven’t had time to hide it.” + </p> + <p> + “So that was the reason you favored me with your company, Joel,” said + Harry, with a glance at his guardian’s son. + </p> + <p> + “All you’ve got to do is to hand over that money now, Harry Vane. Mind, I + intend to have it.” + </p> + <p> + “I assure you, Mr. Fox, that I haven’t the money with me.” + </p> + <p> + “Where is it, then?” asked Mr. Fox, incredulous. + </p> + <p> + “I have put it into the hands of a gentleman in whom I have confidence, + who will take care of it for me.” + </p> + <p> + “What’s the man’s name?” demanded John Fox. + </p> + <p> + “That is my secret.” + </p> + <p> + “You have rebelled against my lawful authority. Maria, what is it my duty + to do with this boy?” + </p> + <p> + “Lock him up!” answered Mrs. Fox, grimly. + </p> + <p> + “A good suggestion, Mrs. F. Imprisonment may change the boy’s ideas. He + may repent his base conduct.” + </p> + <p> + “Now, young man,” said Fox, in a tone of authority, “go up to your + chamber, and stay there till you’re ready to obey orders.” + </p> + <p> + Harry hesitated a moment, then quietly went upstairs. Mr. Fox was + relieved, for he was a little apprehensive that his ward would prove + rebellious and decline to obey. + </p> + <p> + John Fox stole up after his ward, and Harry heard the door bolted on the + outside. + </p> + <p> + He was a prisoner. + </p> + <p> + When he heard the bolt slide in the lock, he said to himself: “Mr. Fox and + I can never agree. He has not yet been appointed my guardian, and he never + will receive the appointment. I have the right to choose for myself, as + Mr. Howard told me, and I mean to exercise it.” + </p> + <p> + Some of my readers may, perhaps, picture Harry as forcing open the door of + his chamber and rushing from the house, breathing loud defiance as he + went. But he was a sensible boy, and meditated nothing of the kind. + </p> + <p> + “I can wait till morning,” he reflected. “I don’t think I shall be here + twenty hours hence, but I mean to get a good night’s sleep. It will be + time enough to decide in the morning what I will do.” + </p> + <p> + So, in spite of his imprisonment, Harry enjoyed a comfortable night’s + sleep, and was awakened in the morning by hearing his door opened. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Fox entered, and sat down on a chair by the bed. + </p> + <p> + “Good-morning, sir,” said Harry, composedly. + </p> + <p> + “What I want to know is, have you made up your mind to do as I told you + last night?” + </p> + <p> + “I prefer to keep it in my possession.” + </p> + <p> + “I guess I’ll have to keep you here a little longer.” + </p> + <p> + “Then be kind enough to send me up some breakfast. I am paying my board. I + shall object to paying unless I get my meals regularly.” + </p> + <p> + This consideration weighed with John Fox, and he sent Joel up with a cup + of coffee and some dry bread, five minutes later. + </p> + <p> + “By the way, Joel, come up here about the middle of the forenoon; I want + to say a few words to you in private.” + </p> + <p> + “All right, I’ll come. I must go downstairs now.” + </p> + <p> + “I wonder what he wants to see me about?” said Joel, to himself. + </p> + <p> + Joel made a pretty shrewd guess, and resolved, by all means, to keep the + appointment. + </p> + <p> + He was anxious to get his father out of the way, but John Fox was + unusually deliberate in his motions. Finally, about half-past nine, he + left the house for the village. + </p> + <p> + Presently his mother said: “Joel, if you’ll stay and mind the house, I’ll + run over to Mrs. Bean’s and borrow some sugar.” + </p> + <p> + His mother put on her bonnet, and started across a field to her nearest + neighbor’s. + </p> + <p> + “Now’s my time,” thought Joel. “Mam’s sure to get talkin’ with Mrs. Bean + and stay half an hour or more.” + </p> + <p> + He ran up the garret stairs, and drew the bolt that held Harry captive. + </p> + <p> + “Joel, I want you to let me out of this place.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, gracious!” exclaimed Joel, in apparent dismay. “Dad would give me the + wu’st kind of a lickin’.” + </p> + <p> + “Would he know how I got out?” asked Harry. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know. What are you willing to give?” + </p> + <p> + Harry saw that it was merely a matter of bargaining, and finally prevailed + upon Joel to release him for a five-dollar bill. + </p> + <p> + “I want the money now,” said Joel. + </p> + <p> + “How do I know that you will do as you have agreed?” + </p> + <p> + “Give me the money, and I’ll tell you.” + </p> + <p> + Harry passed over the bank bill, and Joel said: + </p> + <p> + “Dad’s gone to the village, and mam’s gone over to Mrs. Bean’s. All you’ve + got to do is to go downstairs, and walk out.” + </p> + <p> + Harry was by no means slow to take the hint. + </p> + <p> + “Good-by, Joel,” he said, extending his hand; “I won’t forget the favor + you’ve done me.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know what dad’ll say. There’ll be an awful fuss. Just give me a + box on the ear, won’t you?” + </p> + <p> + “What for?” + </p> + <p> + “I’ll tell dad you gave me an awful clip on the side of the head, and ran + off, though I tried to stop you.” + </p> + <p> + “All right,” said Harry, laughing. + </p> + <p> + He gave Joel the required box on the ear, tripped him up, laying him + gently on his back on the landing, and then, with a friendly “good-by,” he + ran down the stairs, and before Mrs. Fox returned from her call was a mile + away. + </p> + <p> + She found Joel wiping his eyes. + </p> + <p> + “What’s the matter, Joel?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + “That boy, Harry, called me upstairs, and got me to open the door. Then he + gave me an almighty clip on the side of my head that almost stunned me, + then he knocked me over, and ran out of the house as fast as he could run—my + head aches awful!” + </p> + <p> + “The owdacious young ruffian!” ejaculated Mrs. Fox. “To beat my poor, dear + Joel so! Never mind. Joel, dear, I’ll give you a piece of pie and some + cake. As for that boy, he’ll be hung some day, I reckon!” + </p> + <p> + After eating the cake and pie, which were luxuries in that frugal + household, Joel said he felt better. He went out behind the house, and + taking out the five-dollar note, surveyed it with great satisfaction. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0006" id="link2HCH0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VI + </h2> + <h3> + AN EXCITING CHASE + </h3> + <p> + When John Fox went to the village he usually stopped first at the tavern, + and invested ten cents in a glass of whisky. Here he met two or three of + his cronies. + </p> + <p> + “Folks say you’ve got a new boarder, Fox,” said Bill Latimer, as he laid + down his glass on the counter. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” answered Fox, complacently. “I’m his guardeen.” + </p> + <p> + “Folks say he got a pile of money for saving the train.” + </p> + <p> + “He got a pretty stiff sum,” answered Fox cautiously. + </p> + <p> + “Do you keep his money?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Is he easy to manage?” asked John Blake. + </p> + <p> + “Well, some folks might find trouble with him,” said Fox, complacently. + “The fact is, gentlemen, I don’t mind telling you that he’s been trying to + buck agin’ his guardeen a’ready. Where do you think I left him?” continued + Fox, chuckling. + </p> + <p> + “Where?” + </p> + <p> + “Up in the attic, locked up in his chamber. I’m goin’ to feed him on bread + and water a while, just to show him what sort of a man John Fox is.” + </p> + <p> + A grin overspread the face of Eben Bond, who had just looked out of the + front window. + </p> + <p> + “So you left him in the attic, hey?” he said, waggishly. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I did. Do you mean to say I didn’t?” + </p> + <p> + “I’m willin’ to bet he isn’t there now.” + </p> + <p> + “You just tell me what you mean, Eben Bond!” said John Fox, provoked. + </p> + <p> + “I mean that I saw that boy of yours go by the tavern only two minutes + since.” + </p> + <p> + “Where did he go? In what direction?” demanded Fox, eagerly. + </p> + <p> + “Down toward the river.” + </p> + <p> + “He’s running away,” Fox said to himself, in dismay. “How in the the world + did he get out?” + </p> + <p> + He ran up the road, gazing anxiously on this side and on that, hoping to + come upon the runaway. One thing was favorable; it was a straight road, + with no roads opening out of it at least a mile beyond the tavern. It led + by the river at a point half a mile on. + </p> + <p> + “I’ll catch him yet. He can’t escape me!” Fox reflected. + </p> + <p> + John Fox pushed on breathless, and a minute later came in sight of the + fugitive. + </p> + <p> + Harry had sobered down to a walk, thinking himself no longer in danger. If + Mr. Fox had been wise enough to keep silent till he had come within a few + rods he might have caught him easily, but excitement and anger were too + much for prudence, and he called out, angrily: “Just wait till I get hold + of you, you young villain! I’ll give you a lesson.” + </p> + <p> + Harry turned quickly and saw his enemy close upon him. + </p> + <p> + That was enough. He set out on what the boys call a dead run, though he + hardly knew in what direction to look for refuge. But through the trees at + the west side of the road he caught sight of something that put new hope + into his heart. It was a boat, floating within three feet of shore. In it + sat a boy of about Harry’s own age. It was Willie Foster. + </p> + <p> + There was no time for ceremony, Harry sprang into the boat, and, seizing + an idle oar, pushed out into the river. + </p> + <p> + The owner of the boat, who had been thoughtfully gazing into the water, + looked up in surprise. + </p> + <p> + “Well, that’s cool!” he ejaculated. + </p> + <p> + “I beg your pardon,” said Harry, still plying the oar; “I couldn’t help + it; Mr. Fox is after me.” + </p> + <p> + John Fox, by this time, stood on the river bank shaking his fist, with a + discomfited expression, at his intended victim. + </p> + <p> + “Come back here!” he shouted. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, I would rather not,” answered Harry, still increasing the + distance between himself and his guardian. + </p> + <p> + “You Willie Foster, row the boat back!” bawled John Fox, + </p> + <p> + “Is your name Willie Foster?” asked Harry, turning to his companion, who + was looking, with a puzzled expression, from one to the other. + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Then, Willie, if you will help me row over to the other side of the river + and set me off there, I’ll give you a dollar.” + </p> + <p> + “I’ll do it,” said Willie, seizing the other oar, “but you needn’t give me + any money.” + </p> + <p> + To his intense disgust, Fox saw the boat, propelled by the two boys, + leaping forward energetically, while he stood helplessly on the bank. + </p> + <p> + The other bank was half a mile away, and could not be reached except by a + bridge a considerable distance away. The two boys said little until the + trip was accomplished. + </p> + <p> + “I hope you won’t get into any serious trouble with Mr. Fox,” said Harry, + as they drew near the bank. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t care for old Fox, and father doesn’t like him, either.” + </p> + <p> + As he got out of the boat he pressed a dollar into Willie’s reluctant + hand. + </p> + <p> + “Now, which way had I better go?” + </p> + <p> + “Take that footpath. It will lead to Medfield. There you can take the + cars.” + </p> + <p> + “Good-by, Willie; and thank you.” + </p> + <p> + Willie didn’t row back immediately. John Fox was lying in wait on the + other side, and he didn’t care to meet him. + </p> + <p> + Harry pushed on till he reached a highway. He felt in doubt as to where it + might lead him, but followed it at a venture. He wondered whether John Fox + would pursue him, and from time to time looked back to make sure that his + guardian was not on his trail. In about three hours he found himself eight + miles away. Then, for the first time, he felt that it might be safe to + stop and rest. In a village a little way back he had entered a bakeshop + and purchased some rolls and a glass of milk, which he ate with a good + relish. + </p> + <p> + He resumed his walk, but had not gone a quarter of a mile when he heard + the noise of wheels, which on coming up with him, came to a halt. + </p> + <p> + “Shall I give you a lift?” said the driver of the team. + </p> + <p> + Looking up, he saw that it was a covered wagon with four wheels, such as + is often to be met in New England towns. The man who held the reins was of + large frame and portly, with dark hair and whiskers. He might be about + forty-five years of age. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, sir, said Harry. + </p> + <p> + “Where are you bound, if you don’t mind my being inquisitive?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know,” answered Harry, doubtfully. “I’m seeking my fortune, as + they say.” + </p> + <p> + “Well you ought to find it,” returned the other, after a deliberate survey + of his young companion. “You’re well-built, and look healthy and strong. + Have you got any money?” + </p> + <p> + “A little. My father died lately and left me three hundred dollars. He + recommended to me as guardian a man named John Fox, living eight miles + back. Well, I have tried Mr. Fox, and I prefer to be my own guardian.” + </p> + <p> + “I’ve heard of John Fox. He’s fox by name and fox by nature. So you and he + didn’t hitch horses. When did you leave him?” + </p> + <p> + “This morning. I don’t know but I may say that I am running away from him, + as I left without his knowledge or permission, but as he is not yet my + legal guardian, I don’t consider that he has any right to interfere with + me.” + </p> + <p> + “You haven’t told me your name yet.” + </p> + <p> + “My name is Harry Vane.” + </p> + <p> + “I am the Magician of Madagascar. You may have heard of me.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t think I have,” said Harry, puzzled. + </p> + <p> + “I have been before the public many years,” he said. “I give magical + entertainments, and, in the course of the last twenty years, have traveled + all over the continent.” + </p> + <p> + “You see,” explained Harry, apologetically, “I have always lived in a + small country town, where there were few amusements, and so I know very + little of such things. I never saw a magical entertainment in my life.” + </p> + <p> + “Didn’t you, indeed? Then you shall see me perform to-night. I am to give + a magical soiree in Conway, the town we are coming to.” + </p> + <p> + “I should like it very much, Mr. ——” and Harry paused in + doubt. + </p> + <p> + “I am called Professor Hemenway—Hiram Hemenway,” said the magician. + </p> + <p> + “Do you like your business?” asked Harry, curiously. + </p> + <p> + “Why shouldn’t I? I have a chance to travel. The people appreciate my + efforts and reward me generously.” + </p> + <p> + By a fortunate accident Harry happened to turn in his seat and look + through a small window in the back part of the wagon. What he saw startled + him. In a buggy, ten rods back, he recognized his late guardian and Joel. + They were making good speed, and were doubtless in pursuit of him. + </p> + <p> + Harry quickly imparted his discovery to his companion. + </p> + <p> + “Don’t let them capture me!” he said. + </p> + <p> + “I should like to see him do it,” responded the professor. “Get into the + back part of the wagon, and crouch down.” + </p> + <p> + Harry did as directed. + </p> + <p> + Then the professor slackened his speed, and allowed the pursuers to + overtake him. + </p> + <p> + “I say, stranger,” said Fox, as he drew up alongside. “A boy ran away from + me this morning. Perhaps you have seen him?” + </p> + <p> + “I saw a boy about a mile back,” said the magician, reflectively, “a + stout, good-looking lad, dark-brown hair, and a pleasant expression; + didn’t look at all like you. I chatted with him a while. He said he was + leaving a man who claimed to be his guardian, but wasn’t.” + </p> + <p> + “The young liar!” ejaculated Fox, wrathfully. “Where is he now?” + </p> + <p> + “Is he in your wagon?” put in Joel, sharply. + </p> + <p> + “If he were you’d see him, wouldn’t you?” + </p> + <p> + “In behind you?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, are you kidnapping him?” demanded Fox, fiercely. + </p> + <p> + “There is a boy in the back part of my wagon,” said the magician, coolly. + “If you ain’t afraid of smallpox, you may see him. Which shall it be, you + or the boy?” + </p> + <p> + A pallid hue overspread the face of John Fox, which was increased by an + agonizing moan, which appeared to proceed from behind the magician. + </p> + <p> + “Turn the horse, Joel,” was all he said. + </p> + <p> + He whipped up his horse without a word, and did not pull up for half a + mile. + </p> + <p> + “You can come out now, Harry,” said the professor, with a queer smile. “I + am a ventriloquist, and that moan did the business.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0007" id="link2HCH0007"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VII + </h2> + <h3> + A NEW ENGAGEMENT + </h3> + <p> + Harry was not a little relieved at his narrow escape. He did not propose + to be taken captive without making a strong resistance; but still, in a + struggle with Mr. Fox and Joel, he felt that he would be considerably at a + disadvantage. + </p> + <p> + “I am much obliged to you for saving me, Professor Hemenway,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “You are quite welcome. So you didn’t like old Fox?” + </p> + <p> + “Not much.” + </p> + <p> + “He doesn’t appear to like you any better.” + </p> + <p> + “There isn’t much love lost between us,” returned Harry, laughing. + </p> + <p> + “How do you like the boy?” + </p> + <p> + “He served me a good turn—for five dollars—but he would help + capture me for the same money, or less.” + </p> + <p> + “You seem to know him.” + </p> + <p> + “He is fond of money, and would do almost anything for it.” + </p> + <p> + “You thank me for saving you from capture, my lad,” continued the + magician. “Well, I had an object in it—a selfish object.” + </p> + <p> + Harry looked puzzled. + </p> + <p> + “It struck me that I needed a boy about your size, and character, for a + general assistant, to sell tickets, take money, and help me on the stage. + How do you like the idea?” + </p> + <p> + “I like it,” answered Harry; “but there is one objection.” + </p> + <p> + “What is that?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t come from Madagascar,” responded Harry, slyly. + </p> + <p> + Professor Hemenway laughed. + </p> + <p> + “You’ve been as near there as I have,” he said. “Did you really think I + came from Madagascar?” + </p> + <p> + “You look more as if you came from Maine, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “You’ve hit it! There’s where I did come from. I was raised twenty-five + miles from Portland on a farm. But it would never do to put that on the + bills. People are ready to pay more for imported than for native + curiosities. However, to come to business. I had a young man traveling + with me who wasn’t suited to the business. He was a dry-goods clerk when I + took him, and is better adapted to that business than to mine. He left me + last week, and I have been in a quandary about his successor. How much do + you consider your time worth?” + </p> + <p> + “Just at present it isn’t worth much. If you will pay my traveling + expenses, that will satisfy me.” + </p> + <p> + “I will do better than that I will give you five dollars a week besides, + if business is good.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, sir. I think I shall enjoy traveling.” + </p> + <p> + There are few boys who do not like change of scene, and the chance of + seeing new places is attractive to all. Harry was decidedly of the opinion + that he had a streak of luck. It would be much better in all ways than + living with his late guardian, and working for partial board. + </p> + <p> + As they approached the village of Conway, Harry’s attention was drawn to a + variety of posters setting forth, in mammoth letters, that the + world-renowned Magician of Madagascar would give a magical <i>soiree</i> + at the Town Hall in the evening. Tickets, fifteen cents; children under + twelve years, ten cents. The posters, furthermore, attracted attention by + a large figure of the professor, dressed in bizarre style, performing one + of his tricks. + </p> + <p> + “That draws attention,” observed the professor, “particularly among the + boys. I think I shall have a hall full this evening. An audience of three + hundred will pay very well. My expenses are light. I do most of my + traveling in this wagon, and at hotels I get the usual professional + reduction.” + </p> + <p> + “Did it take you long to learn the business?” + </p> + <p> + “I have been learning all along. Every now and then I add a new trick. I + will teach you some.” + </p> + <p> + “I might leave you and set up on my own hook when I have learned,” + suggested Harry, with a smile. + </p> + <p> + “It will be some time before you look old enough for a magician. When you + are, I’ll give you my blessing and send you out.” + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile they had been jogging along, and were already in the main street + of Conway. The professor drew up in front of the village hotel, and a + groom came forward and took his horse. + </p> + <p> + “Wait a minute my friend,” said the professor. “Harry, you can help me + take my implements out of the back of the wagon.” + </p> + <p> + These “implements” were of a heterogeneous character, but all would come + in use in the evening. A number of boys watched their transfer with + mingled awe and curiosity. + </p> + <p> + “What’s them?” Harry heard one ask another, in a half-whispered tone. + </p> + <p> + “Those,” said the professor, in an impressive tone, turning toward the + boys. “Those are paraphernalia!” + </p> + <p> + The boys looked more awestruck than ever. All inwardly resolved to go to + the Town Hall that evening, and get a nearer view of the articles which + had such a grand name. + </p> + <p> + After a while Harry came downstairs from the room assigned him, and stood + on the piazza. + </p> + <p> + One of the boys drew near him cautiously. + </p> + <p> + “Are you the magician’s son?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “No,” answered Harry, smiling. + </p> + <p> + “Do you come from Madagascar?” + </p> + <p> + “I have not been there recently.” + </p> + <p> + “Are all the people there magicians?” + </p> + <p> + “Not quite all.” + </p> + <p> + This information was rather scanty, but it was whispered about among the + boys, the first boy boasting that he had a talk with the young man + magician. If Harry had heard himself called thus, he would have been very + much amused. + </p> + <p> + Directly after supper Harry went with his employer to assist in preparing + the stage for the evening performance. Though novice, he acquitted himself + to the satisfaction of his employer, who congratulated himself on having + secured so efficient an assistant. Half an hour before the performance he + stationed himself in the entry, provided with tickets. He sat at a small + table, and received the crowd. Though new to the business, he managed to + make change rapidly. He found his position one in which he had a chance to + study human nature. + </p> + <p> + During the evening Harry was called upon to assist the professor in some + of his tricks. Some boys would have been embarrassed upon finding + themselves objects of general attention, but Harry was by temperament cool + and self-possessed. He had been fond of declamation at school, and this + had accustomed him, to some extent, to a public appearance. + </p> + <p> + The entertainment was in two parts, with an intermission of ten minutes. + </p> + <p> + “I wish you were a singer,” said the professor, when they were standing + behind the screen. + </p> + <p> + “Why?” asked Harry. + </p> + <p> + “Because the audience sometimes gets impatient during the intermission. If + I could put you on for a song, it would help quiet them.” + </p> + <p> + “I can sing a little,” said Harry, modestly. + </p> + <p> + “What can you sing?” + </p> + <p> + “How would ‘The Last Rose of Summer’ do?” + </p> + <p> + “Capital. Can you sing it?” + </p> + <p> + “I can try.” + </p> + <p> + “You are sure you won’t break down? That would make a bad impression.” + </p> + <p> + “I can promise you I won’t break down, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I’ll give you a trial. Are you ready to appear at once?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Wait, then, till I announce you.” + </p> + <p> + The professor came from behind the screen, and, addressing the audience, + said: “Ladies and gentlemen, lest you should find the necessary + intermission tedious, I am happy to announce to you that the young + vocalist, Master Harry Vane, has kindly consented to favor you with one of + his popular melodies. He has selected by request, ‘The Last Rose of + Summer.’” + </p> + <p> + Harry could hardly refrain from laughing when he heard this introduction. + </p> + <p> + “One would think I was a well-known singer,” he said to himself. + </p> + <p> + He came forward, and, standing before the audience, with his face a little + flushed, made a graceful bow. Then, pausing an instant, he commenced the + song announced. He had not sung two lines before the professor, who waited + the result with some curiosity and some anxiety, found that he could sing. + His voice was high, clear, and musical, and his rendition was absolutely + correct. The fact was, Harry had taken lessons in a singing school at + home, and had practiced privately also, so that he had reason to feel + confidence in himself. + </p> + <p> + The song was listened to with earnest attention and evident enjoyment by + all. When the last strain died away, and Harry made his farewell bow, + there was an enthusiastic burst of applause, emphasized by the clapping of + hands and the stamping of feet. + </p> + <p> + “You did yourself proud, my boy!” said the gratified Professor. “They want + you on again.” + </p> + <p> + This seemed evident from the noise. + </p> + <p> + “Can’t you sing something else?” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, sir.” + </p> + <p> + Harry was certainly pleased with this evidence of popular favor. He had + never before sung a solo before an audience, and, although he had felt + that he could, he was glad to find that he had not overestimated his + powers. + </p> + <p> + Once more he stood before the audience. + </p> + <p> + “I thank you for your kindness,” he said. “I will now sing you a comic + song.” + </p> + <p> + He sang a song very popular at that time, the words and air of which were + familiar to all. While it did not afford him so good a chance to show his + musical capacity, it was received with much greater favor than the first + song. + </p> + <p> + There was a perfect whirlwind of applause, and a third song was called + for. + </p> + <p> + “I would rather not sing again, professor,” said Harry. + </p> + <p> + “You needn’t. They would keep you singing all the evening if you would + allow it. Better leave off when they are unsatisfied.” + </p> + <p> + “Ladies and gentlemen,” he said, “Master Vane thanks you for your kind + applause, but he makes it an unvarying rule never to sing but two songs in + an evening. He never broke that rule but once, and that was at the special + request of the governor-general of Canada. I shall now have the pleasure + of performing for your amusement, one of my most popular experiments.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, you have pleased the people, and that is the main point. By Jove! + my boy, you’ve got a lovely voice.” + </p> + <p> + “I am glad you think so, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “You will prove a very valuable addition to my entertainments. I mean to + show my appreciation, too. How much did I agree to give you?” + </p> + <p> + “Five dollars a week if business was good.” + </p> + <p> + “It’s bound to be good. I’ll raise your wages to ten dollars a week, if + you’ll agree to sing one song, and two, if called for, at each of my + evening entertainments.” + </p> + <p> + “I’ll do it, sir,” said Harry, promptly. “It’s a surprise to me, though, + to find my voice so valuable to me.” + </p> + <p> + “It’s a popular gift, my boy; and all popular gifts are valuable. When I + get my new bill printed, I must have your name on it.” + </p> + <p> + They left Conway about noon the next day. + </p> + <p> + The Foxes, were destined to hear of Harry’s success. The Conway <i>Citizen</i> + was taken in the family, and, much to their astonishment, this is what + they found, prominently placed, in the next number: + </p> + <p> + “The magical entertainment of Professor Hemenway, on Thursday evening, was + even more successful than usual. He had had the good fortune to secure the + services of a young vocalist named Harry Vane, who charmed both young and + old by two popular selections. His voice and execution are both admirable, + and we predict for him a brilliant future.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Fox read this aloud in evident wonder and excitement. + </p> + <p> + “Did you ever hear the like?” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Who’d have thought it?” chimed in Mrs. Fox. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0008" id="link2HCH0008"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VIII + </h2> + <h3> + A LIBERAL OFFER + </h3> + <p> + Then commenced a round of travel—what the professor called a + professional tour. By day they traveled in the wagon, carrying their + paraphernalia with them, stopping at the principal towns, and giving + evening entertainments. At many of these places the magician was well + known, and his tricks were not new. But he had an attraction in his young + assistant, who was regularly advertised on the posters as the “celebrated + young vocalist, whose songs are everywhere received with admiring + applause.” + </p> + <p> + Indeed it was very near the truth. Harry was really a fine singer, and his + fresh, attractive face and manly appearance won him a welcome in all the + towns on their route. Sometimes a young girl in the audience threw him a + bouquet. This made him blush and smile, and the donor felt rewarded. + </p> + <p> + Where was it going to end? Was he to continue in the service of the + professor, and in time become himself a magician and a traveling + celebrity? Harry was not sure about it. He saw that it would pay him + better than most kinds of business, and he also discovered that Professor + Hemenway was even better off than he had represented. Yet, he was not + quite ready to select the same profession, but, being only sixteen, felt + that he could afford to remain in it a while longer. + </p> + <p> + One day the professor gave him a surprise. + </p> + <p> + “Harry,” he said, as they were jogging along a dusty road, “do you think + you would like to travel?” + </p> + <p> + “I am traveling now,” answered Harry, with a smile. + </p> + <p> + “True, but I don’t mean that. Would you like to go on a long journey?” + </p> + <p> + “I should like nothing better,” replied Harry, promptly. + </p> + <p> + “I’ll tell you what I’ve been thinking about. I recently read in some + paper that a man in my line had made a trip to Australia, and reaped a + rich harvest. Everywhere he was received with enthusiasm, and made as much + money, in one month as he would do here in four. Now why shouldn’t I go to + Australia?” + </p> + <p> + Harry’s eyes sparkled. + </p> + <p> + “It would be a fine thing to do,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Then you would be willing to accompany me?” + </p> + <p> + “I would thank you for taking me,” answered the boy. + </p> + <p> + “That is well!” said the professor, in a tone of satisfaction. “I confess + I shouldn’t like to go alone. It would be a great undertaking, but with a + companion it would seem different. But, is there anyone who would object + to your going?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” answered Harry, smiling, “Mr. Fox, my ‘guardeen,’ would.” + </p> + <p> + “We won’t mind Mr. Fox. Very well, then, Harry, we will consider it + settled. I shall rely on you to help me by your singing there as you do + here. As to your wages, I may be able to pay you more.” + </p> + <p> + “Never mind about that, professor. It will cost you a good deal to get us + there. I am perfectly willing to work for the same sum I do now, or even + less, on account of the extension of the trip.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you leave that matter to me. I won’t take advantage of your + confidence, but you shall prosper if I do.” + </p> + <p> + “How soon do you propose to go, professor?” asked Harry, with interest. + </p> + <p> + “As soon as possible. I shall ascertain when the first packet leaves + Boston, and we will take passage in her.” + </p> + <p> + The professor’s decision pleased Harry. He had been a good scholar in + geography—indeed, it was his favorite study—and had, besides, + read as many books of travel as he could lay his hands on. Often he had + wondered if it ever would be his fortune to see some of the distant + countries of which he read with so much interest. Though he had cherished + vague hopes, he had never really expected it. Now, however, the + unattainable seemed within his grasp. He would not have to wait until he + was a rich man, but when still a boy he could travel to the opposite side + of the world, paying his expenses as he went along. + </p> + <p> + Two weeks passed. Each day they halted in some new place, and gave an + evening performance. This life of constant motion had, at first, seemed + strange to Harry. Now he was accustomed to it. He never felt nervous when + he appeared before an audience to sing, but looked upon it as a matter of + course. + </p> + <p> + At last they reached Boston. They were to give two entertainments at a + hall at the south end. It was the first large city in which Harry had + sung, but he received a welcome no less cordial than that which had been + accorded to him in country towns. + </p> + <p> + They were staying at a modest hotel, comfortable, but not expensive. Harry + was sitting in the reading room, when a servant brought in a card. It bore + the rather remarkable name of + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “DR. MENDELSSOHN BROWN.” + </pre> + <p> + “A gentleman to see you, Mr. Vane,” said the servant. + </p> + <p> + Harry rose and surveyed the stranger in some surprise. He had long hair, + of a reddish yellow, with an abundant beard of the same hue. His suit of + worn black fitted him poorly, but Dr. Brown evidently was not a devotee of + dress. No tailor could ever point to him, and say with pride: “That man’s + clothes were made at my shop.” + </p> + <p> + “Do I speak to Mr. Harry Vane, the young vocalist?” asked the stranger, + with a deferential smile. + </p> + <p> + “That’s my name,” answered our hero. + </p> + <p> + “You are alone?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir,” said Harry, a little puzzled. + </p> + <p> + “It is well. I will come to business at once. You have probably heard of + me, eh?” + </p> + <p> + “Probably I have, but I do not remember names well.” + </p> + <p> + “The name of Mendelssohn Brown, is pretty well known, I flatter myself,” + said the visitor, complacently. “To be brief—I heard you sing last + evening, and was much pleased with your rendition of the various + selections.” + </p> + <p> + Harry bowed. + </p> + <p> + “I am about to form a juvenile Pinafore company, and would like to have + you take the leading part. You would make an excellent <i>Admiral</i>. I + propose to take my opera company all over the United States. I should be + willing to pay you, as the star performer, twenty-five dollars a week.” + </p> + <p> + Harry opened his eyes in amazement. + </p> + <p> + “Do you think me capable of singing in opera?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, after being trained by your humble servant. What do you say?” + </p> + <p> + “I thank you for your flattering offer, Dr. Brown, but I don’t feel at + liberty to leave Professor Hemenway.” + </p> + <p> + The doctor frowned. + </p> + <p> + “Let me tell you, you stand in your own light, Mr. Vane,” he said, + impatiently. “There is some difference between a common juggler, like the + Magician of Madagascar,”—the doctor laughed ironically—“and a + well-known musical director, who could make you famous. Does Hemenway pay + you as much as I offer?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “I thought so. Then how can you hesitate?” + </p> + <p> + “We are about to make an Australian tour,” answered Harry, “and, apart + from all other considerations, I am glad to have a chance to travel.” + </p> + <p> + “Couldn’t you put it off?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Then,” said Dr. Brown, rather crestfallen, “I can only bid you + good-morning. I think you are making a mistake.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps, after I return from Australia, I might be ready to accept your + offer.” + </p> + <p> + “It will be too late,” said the doctor, gloomily. + </p> + <p> + “Twenty-five dollars a week is large pay,” thought Harry, “but I don’t + believe I should ever get it. Dr. Brown doesn’t look much like a + capitalist.” + </p> + <p> + Half an hour later Professor Hemenway entered the hotel. + </p> + <p> + “Well, my boy,” he said, “the die is cast! Next Saturday we sail from Long + Wharf, bound for Australia.” + </p> + <p> + “But professor, I have just had an offer of twenty-five dollars a week to + sing in Pinafore.” + </p> + <p> + “And have accepted!” exclaimed the magician in dismay. + </p> + <p> + “No; I respectfully declined. I would rather go with you.” + </p> + <p> + “You shan’t regret it, Harry!” said the professor, relieved. “If I am + prosperous, you shall share in my prosperity.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, professor; I am sure of that. What is the name of our vessel?” + </p> + <p> + “The Nantucket. It’s a good, solid-looking craft, and I think it will bear + us in safety to our destination.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0009" id="link2HCH0009"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IX + </h2> + <h3> + THE PASSENGERS + </h3> + <p> + The Nantucket, Capt. Jabez Hill, master, was a large vessel, stanch and + strong, and bore a good record, having been in service six years, and + never having in that time met a serious disaster. It was a sailing vessel, + and primarily intended to convey freight, but had accommodations for six + passengers. Of these it had a full complement. Harry and the professor I + name first, as those in whom we are most interested. + </p> + <p> + Next came John Appleton, a business man from Melbourne, who had visited + the United States on business. He was a plain, substantial-looking person, + of perhaps forty-five. Next came Montgomery Clinton, from Brooklyn, a + young man of twenty-four, foolishly attired, who wore an eyeglass and + anxiously aped the Londen swell, though born within sight of Boston State + house. Harry regarded him with considerable amusement, and though he + treated him with outward respect, mentally voted him very soft. Fifth on + the list was a tall, sallow, thin individual, with a melancholy + countenance, who was troubled with numerous symptoms, and was persuaded + that he had not long to live. He was from Pennsylvania. He carried with + him in his trunk a large assortment of pills and liquid medicines, one or + another of which he took about once an hour. This gentleman’s name was + Marmaduke Timmins. Last came a tall, lean Yankee, the discoverer and + proprietor of a valuable invention, which it was his purpose to introduce + into Australia. Mr. Jonathan Stubbs, for this was his name, was by no + means an undesirable addition to the little circle, and often excited a + smile by his quaintly put and shrewd observations on topics of passing + interest. + </p> + <p> + It was the third day at sea, when Harry, who had suffered but little from + seasickness, came on deck, after a good dinner, and saw the dudish + passenger, till now invisible, holding himself steady with an effort, and + gazing sadly out upon the wild waste of waters without the help of his + eyeglass. + </p> + <p> + “How do you feel, Mr. Clinton?” asked Harry. + </p> + <p> + “Horribly, Mr. Vane,” answered Clinton, with a languid shudder. “I never + thought it was such a bore, crossing the ocean, don’t you know. I’ve a + great idea of offering the captain a handsome sum to land somewhere, I + don’t care where.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t think we shall go near any land, Mr. Clinton. I think you will + have to make the best of it.” + </p> + <p> + Hearing a step behind him, Harry turned, and his eyes rested on the + melancholy countenance of Marmaduke Timmins, the chronic invalid. + </p> + <p> + “Good-morning, Mr. Timmins,” said our hero. “I hope you stand the voyage + well?” + </p> + <p> + “I’ve had several new symptoms since I came on board,” responded Mr. + Timmins, gloomily, “and I’ve made a dreadful discovery.” + </p> + <p> + “What is it?” inquired Montgomery Clinton, in alarm. + </p> + <p> + “I find I’ve mislaid or forgotten to bring my box of Remedial pills. I + don’t know what I shall do without them.” + </p> + <p> + “I’ve got a box of Brandeth’s pills downstairs,” said Clinton. “You’re + welcome to a part of them, I’m sure.” + </p> + <p> + “They wouldn’t do! What can you be thinking of, young man? Do you think + there’s no difference between pills?” + </p> + <p> + “I’m sure I can’t tell, don’t you know?” + </p> + <p> + “Young man, you are sadly ignorant,” said Timmins, severely. “I’ve got + five other kinds of pills downstairs, for different maladies I am subject + to, but none of them will take the place of Remedial pills.” + </p> + <p> + “Will any of them cure seasickness?” asked the dude, eagerly. + </p> + <p> + “I can give you a remedy for seasickness, Mr. Clinton,” said Mr. Holdfast, + the mate, who chanced to overhear the inquiry. + </p> + <p> + “What is it, Mr. Holdfast? I shall be really grateful, I assure you, if + you can cure that beastly malady.” + </p> + <p> + “Swallow a piece of raw salt pork about an inch square,” said the mate + gravely, “and follow it up by a glass of sea water, taken at a gulp.” + </p> + <p> + “That’s horrid, awfully horrid!” gasped Clinton, shuddering, and looking + very pale. “It actually makes me sick to think of it, don’t you know,” and + he retreated to the cabin, with one hand pressed on his stomach. + </p> + <p> + “That young man’s a fool!” said Mr. Timmins. “He knows no more about pills + than a baby.” + </p> + <p> + “Nor do I, Mr. Timmins,” said Harry, smiling. + </p> + <p> + “I pity you then. My life has been saved several times by pills.” + </p> + <p> + “I’d rather live without them.” + </p> + <p> + Marmaduke sadly shook his head as he walked away. + </p> + <p> + “That man’s a walking drug store,” said the mate, looking after him. “I’d + rather go to Davy’s locker, and be done with it, than to fill myself up + with pills and potions.” + </p> + <p> + “You’re looking chipper, my boy,” said a newcomer, in a nasal voice. + “Haven’t been seasick, I guess.” + </p> + <p> + Harry recognized the voice of the Yankee inventor, Jonathan Stubbs. + </p> + <p> + “No, sir; I have had very little trouble.” + </p> + <p> + “I’m goin’ to get up a cure for seasickness when I have time—a kind + of a self-acting, automatic belt—I guess there’d be plenty of money + in it.” + </p> + <p> + “It would be a great blessing, Mr. Stubbs. Poor Mr. Clinton would no doubt + be glad to buy it.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you mean that languishin’ creeter with an eyeglass and spindle legs? + What are such fellows made for?” + </p> + <p> + “Rather for ornament than use,” answered Harry, gravely. + </p> + <p> + The Yankee burst into a loud guffaw, and regarded Harry’s remark a capital + joke. + </p> + <p> + The voyage was to be a long one, and after a couple of weeks they all had + their sea legs on. All had become acquainted, and settled down to a + regular routine. But the time dragged, and as there were no morning or + evening papers, something seemed necessary to break the monotony. + </p> + <p> + “Harry,” said the professor, “I have an idea.” + </p> + <p> + “What is it, professor?” + </p> + <p> + “Suppose we give an exhibition for the benefit of our fellow passengers + and the crew.” + </p> + <p> + “I am ready to do my part.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I will speak to the captain.” + </p> + <p> + The result was that on the first quiet day Professor Hemenway and his + assistant gave a matinee performance on the deck of the Nantucket, at + which all who could possibly be spared were present. To some of the + sailors it was a novelty, and the magician’s tricks actually inspired some + with the feeling that he was possessed of supernatural powers. + </p> + <p> + “Will you lend me your hat, Mr. Clinton?” he asked presently, of the dude. + </p> + <p> + “Certainly, professor,” drawled the young man. + </p> + <p> + The professor took it, and tapped it. + </p> + <p> + “Are you sure there is nothing in it?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “I am sure of it. Really, I don’t carry things in my hat, don’t you know.” + </p> + <p> + “What do you say to this, then?” and Professor Hemenway drew out of the + hat half a dozen onions, a couple of potatoes, and a ship biscuit. + </p> + <p> + “My dear sir, I think you are mistaken,” he said. “I see you carry your + lunch in your hat.” + </p> + <p> + All present laughed at the horrified face of the dude. + </p> + <p> + “On my honor, I don’t know how those horrid things came in my hat,” he + stammered. + </p> + <p> + “Are you fond of onions, Mr. Clinton?” asked Harry. + </p> + <p> + “I wouldn’t eat one for—for a new suit of clothes!” protested + Clinton, earnestly. + </p> + <p> + “Allow me to return your hat, Mr. Clinton,” said the professor, politely. + “I suppose you want the vegetables too. Here are the onions, and the + rest.” + </p> + <p> + “They are not mine, on my honor,” said Clinton, very much embarrassed. + “Here, my good man, can you make use of these?” + </p> + <p> + The sailor whom he addressed accepted the gift with a grin. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you kindly, sir,” he said, “If so be as I ain’t a-robbin’ you.” + </p> + <p> + “I have no use for them, my good man. I never ate an onion in my life.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I don’t think you know what’s good,” said Mr. Stubbs. “An onion, let + me tell you, is mighty good eatin’, and healthy, too.” + </p> + <p> + At the close of the magical entertainment, Harry sang by request, and no + part of the performance was more popular. He received many warm + congratulations. + </p> + <p> + “Really, Mr. Vane, you sing like a nightingale, don’t you know,” was the + tribute of Clinton. + </p> + <p> + “Bless me!” said Mr. Timmins; “I was so absorbed in your song that I have + forgotten to take my catarrh medicine.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, sir; that is the best compliment I have received,” returned + Harry, with a smile. + </p> + <p> + Little has been said thus far of Captain Hill, the chief officer of the + Nantucket. He was a stout, red-faced seaman, nearing fifty years of age, + and had been in service ever since he was fifteen. He was a thorough + sailor, and fitted in every way but one to take charge of a ship bound to + any part of the world. His one disqualification may be stated briefly—he + had a passion for drink. + </p> + <p> + It was not immediately that this was found out. He took his meals with the + passengers, but it was not then that he indulged his appetite. He kept a + private store of liquors in his cabin, and had recourse to them when by + himself, under the impression that he could keep it a secret. But + intemperance, like murder, will out. + </p> + <p> + Harry and the professor were standing by the rail looking out at sea, one + day, when a thick voice greeted them, “Good-mor’n’, gentlemen,” this + address being followed by a hiccough. + </p> + <p> + Both turned quickly, and exchanged a significant glance when they + recognized the captain. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” answered Professor Hemenway, “it is indeed a fine morning.” + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry to see this, Harry,” said the professor. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir; it is a pity any gentleman should drink too much.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but that isn’t all,” said the professor, earnestly; “it is a pity, + of course, that Captain Hill should so sin against his own health, but we + must consider furthermore, that he has our lives under his control. Our + safety depends on his prudent management.” + </p> + <p> + “He seems to understand his business,” said Harry. + </p> + <p> + “Granted; but no man, however good a seaman, is fit to manage a vessel + when he allows liquor to rob him of his senses. I wish I had had a + knowledge beforehand of the captain’s infirmity.” + </p> + <p> + “Suppose you had, sir?” + </p> + <p> + “I wouldn’t have trusted myself on board the Nantucket, you may be sure of + that.” + </p> + <p> + “It may be only an exceptional case.” + </p> + <p> + “Let us hope so.” + </p> + <p> + The next occasion on which the captain displayed his infirmity was rather + a laughable one. He came up from the cabin about three o’clock in the + afternoon so full that he was forced to stagger as he walked. Directly in + front of him the young dude, Montgomery Clinton, was pacing the deck, + carrying in his hand a rattan cane such as he used on shore. As he + overhauled him, Captain Hill, with the instinct of a drunken man, locked + arms with the young man, and forced him to promenade in his company, + talking rather incoherently meanwhile. Clinton’s look of distress and + perplexity, as he submitted to his fate, caused Harry nearly to explode + with laughter. They were indeed a singular pair. + </p> + <p> + Finally there came a disaster. A lurch of the vessel proved too much for + the captain, who, in losing his equilibrium, also upset Clinton, and the + two rolled down under one of the ship’s boats, which was slung on one + side. + </p> + <p> + Montgomery Clinton picked himself up, and hurriedly betook himself to his + cabin, fearing that he might fall again into the clutches of his unwelcome + companion. The captain was helped to his feet by the mate, and was + persuaded also to go downstairs. + </p> + <p> + “The captain was pretty well slewed, professor,” said Mr. Stubbs, who + chanced to be on deck at the time. + </p> + <p> + “It looks like it,” answered Professor Hemenway. + </p> + <p> + “If he does that often it’ll be a bad lookout for us.” + </p> + <p> + “Just what I am thinking, Mr. Stubbs.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0010" id="link2HCH0010"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER X + </h2> + <h3> + THE YOUNG SAILOR + </h3> + <p> + The crew of the Nantucket consisted of twelve sailors and a boy, not + counting the officers. This boy was about Harry’s age, but an inch or two + shorter, and with great breadth of shoulders. He had a good-natured face, + and was a general favorite on board, as is apt to be the case with a boy, + if he possesses any attractive qualities. He came from New Hampshire and + he was known as Jack. + </p> + <p> + It was natural that Harry, as the only other boy on board, though a + passenger, should be attracted to Jack. He took an opportunity when Jack + was off duty to have a chat with him. + </p> + <p> + “How long have you been a sailor, Jack?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Three years; I first went to sea when I was thirteen.” + </p> + <p> + “How did you happen to go in the first place?” + </p> + <p> + “I may say to begin with, that I always liked the water. I was born in a + little village bordering Lake Winnipiseogee, and was out on the lake + whenever I could get the chance, either in a rowboat or sailboat. I felt + as much at home on the water as on the land. Still, I never should have + gone to sea had it not been for my stepfather.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you have a stepfather?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes. My father died when I was ten, leaving my mother a little farm and a + comfortable house. I was a young boy, and it is hard for a woman to carry + on a farm. A man came into town, and started in some small business. He + pretended that he had money, but I guess he had precious little. At any + rate, he didn’t object to more. Pretty soon he fixed his eyes on our farm, + and, finding that mother owned it clear, he got to coming round pretty + often. I never liked him, though he pretended to be fond of me, and used + to pat me on the head, and bring me candy. I wondered what made him come + so often, but I didn’t mistrust anything till one day mother called me and + said she had something important to say to me. + </p> + <p> + “‘Jack,’ she said, ‘what do you think of Mr. Bannock?’ + </p> + <p> + “‘I don’t think much of him,’ I answered. + </p> + <p> + “‘He is to be your father, Jack. I have promised to marry him.’ + </p> + <p> + “‘You may marry him,’ I answered hotly, ‘but he will be no father of mine. + My father lies in the churchyard. I wish he were alive again.’ + </p> + <p> + “‘So do I, Jack’ said mother, wiping her eyes, ‘but we know that can’t + be.’” + </p> + <p> + “How did he treat you, Jack?” asked Harry, interested. + </p> + <p> + “He never liked me, and I didn’t like him at all He tried to impose upon + me, and order me round, but he didn’t make out much. Still, he was always + annoying me in mean little ways, and finally I got all I could stand, and + the long and short of it is that I ran away to Portsmouth, and went on a + coasting voyage. After I got back I shipped from Boston for Liverpool, and + ever since I’ve kept sailing in one direction or another. This will be my + longest voyage.” + </p> + <p> + “Haven’t you been to see your mother since you left home three years ago?” + Harry inquired. + </p> + <p> + “Of course I have,” said Jack, promptly. “I always go to see her as soon + as I get home from a voyage. Poor mother! She was looking pale and thin + when I saw her three weeks ago. I am sure she has repented marrying, but + she won’t own up. When I’m a man——” + </p> + <p> + “Well, Jack; when you’re a man?” + </p> + <p> + “I’ll see that she has a better time, and if old Bannock don’t like it he + can clear out. I think he will anyway.” + </p> + <p> + “Clear out?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; he will have spent all the property by that time, and when that is + done, he won’t make much objection to going away. Then I will take care of + mother, and see that she does not suffer for anything.” + </p> + <p> + “You are right, Jack. I sympathize with you. I hope you’ll succeed. I only + wish I had a mother to look out for,” and Harry’s fine face wore an + expression of sadness. “But there’s one thing I can’t help saying, though + I don’t want to discourage you.” + </p> + <p> + “What is that, Harry?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t see how you are going to lay up much money in going before the + mast. Your pay must be small.” + </p> + <p> + “It is. I only earn ten dollars a month,” replied Jack. + </p> + <p> + “And out of that you must buy your clothes?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, that’s true.” + </p> + <p> + “Then how do you expect to better yourself?” asked Harry, looking + perplexed. + </p> + <p> + “I’ll tell you, if you won’t say anything about it,” answered Jack, in a + lower tone. + </p> + <p> + “Go ahead.” + </p> + <p> + “We are going to Australia, you know. I’ve heard there are good chances of + making money there, in mining or herding cattle, and I mean to leave the + ship at Melbourne. Of course, I don’t want anything said about it.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you think the captain would try to prevent you, Jack?” + </p> + <p> + “I think he would. He don’t like me, at any rate.” + </p> + <p> + “Why not?” + </p> + <p> + “That is more than I can tell, but I can see that he has a prejudice + against me.” + </p> + <p> + The boys were so absorbed in their talk that they did not notice the + approach of the captain till his harsh voice was heard. + </p> + <p> + “What are you two boys chattering about?” he demanded, with a frown. + </p> + <p> + Jack turned round startled, but Harry faced the captain calmly, and did + not speak. + </p> + <p> + “Will you answer me?” he repeated, raising his voice. + </p> + <p> + “I was talking about home and my mother,” said Jack. + </p> + <p> + “Mighty interesting, upon my word! And what were you talking about?” + continued Captain Hill, turning to Harry. + </p> + <p> + “That can be of no interest to you, Captain Hill,” said Harry, coldly. + “You appear to forget that I am a passenger.” + </p> + <p> + As he walked away, the captain regarded him with an ominous scowl. He + wished that for fifteen minutes Harry had been one of the crew. It was + fortunate for Jack that his temper was diverted, for, apparently + forgetting the young sailor, he strode on, and Jack managed to slip down + to the forecastle. + </p> + <p> + This was not by any means the last conversation Harry had with Jack + Pendleton—for this he found to be the young sailor’s name—and + they soon became excellent friends. + </p> + <p> + “Jack,” said Harry, one day, “I never should take you to be a sailor if I + met you on land.” + </p> + <p> + “Why not?” + </p> + <p> + “Because you talk like a well-educated boy.” + </p> + <p> + “So I am. I was always fond of my books, and stood high in school. But for + my stepfather I might be there yet. As it is, my education stopped at the + age of thirteen.” + </p> + <p> + “Not necessarily. You have learned a good deal since.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but not of books. I hope sometime to be able to continue my studies. + At present it is my business to learn seamanship.” + </p> + <p> + Harry had the more time on his hands, as his traveling companion, the + professor, took sick, and was confined for three or four weeks to his + cabin. There was no danger, but still the ship’s surgeon advised him to + stay below. + </p> + <p> + “What makes you keep company with that boy, Mr. Vane?” asked Montgomery + Clinton, who would have liked more of Harry’s society himself. + </p> + <p> + “Why shouldn’t I?” + </p> + <p> + “Because he is a common sailor, don’t you know.” + </p> + <p> + “I think he is rather an uncommon sailor. He is very well educated.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes; I suppose he can read and write; but, of course, he can never be + admitted into society, don’t you know?” + </p> + <p> + “No, I don’t, Mr. Clinton. He may be a captain some day.” + </p> + <p> + “But he isn’t now. I give you my word, I noticed this morning, when you + were speaking with him, that his fingers were all soiled with tar. That’s + horrid, don’t you know.” + </p> + <p> + “Don’t you think he’s a good-looking boy, Mr. Clinton?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, yes; I suppose, for one of the lower order, Mr. Vane.” + </p> + <p> + “You forget we don’t have any distinction of classes in America.” + </p> + <p> + “Don’t we though? By Jove! Mr. Vane, you don’t put yourself on a level + with those creatures that dig ditches and climb masts, and such things?” + </p> + <p> + “Your sentiments are very undemocratic, Mr. Clinton. You ought to have + been born in England.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish I had been. I like their institutions a good deal better than + ours, don’t you know?” + </p> + <p> + “When I first spoke with you, Mr. Clinton, I thought you might be an + Englishman.” + </p> + <p> + “Did you, really?” inquired Clinton, with evident pleasure. “I’m often + taken for an Englishman, on my honor. I don’t know why it is, but + positively, I’m often asked when I came from the other side.” + </p> + <p> + “Would you rather be taken for an Englishman than an American?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, you see, there are some Americans that are so vulgar, don’t you + know—talk through their noses, and all that.” + </p> + <p> + “Where were you born, Mr. Clinton?” + </p> + <p> + “In Massachusetts, not far from Boston.” + </p> + <p> + “By the way, Mr. Vane, are you descended from Sir Henry Vane, one of the + royal governors of Massachusetts? I have been meaning to ask you.” + </p> + <p> + “I can’t tell you, Mr. Clinton; but my name happens to be the same—Harry.” + </p> + <p> + “Really, that is very interesting. I should think you would look up the + matter.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps I will when I return home!” said Harry, who cared very little + about the matter. From this time, however, Clinton regarded him with + increased respect, and manifested an increased liking for his society, + from his supposed aristocratic lineage. Our hero treated him with + good-natured toleration, but much preferred the company of Jack Pendleton, + sailor as he was, though his fingers were not infrequently smeared with + tar. Harry did not mind this; but was attracted by the frank, good-humored + face of young Jack, and was always glad to have a chat with him. He had a + chance, though at considerable personal risk, to do him a signal service + before long. + </p> + <p> + The captain’s habits, it must be said, did not improve. His stock of + liquor was ample, and he continued to indulge himself. Generally he kept + within safe bounds, but at times he allowed his appetite to get the better + of him. Whenever that happened, it was fortunate if he drank himself into + a state of stupefaction, and remained in his cabin, leaving the management + of the ship to the mate, Mr. Holdfast, who was thoroughly temperate. + Unfortunately, he was not always content to remain in the cabin. He would + stagger upstairs and give orders which might or might not, be judicious. + </p> + <p> + One day—it was about a month after they left port—Captain Hill + came up on deck in one of his worst fits of intoxication. All the + passengers were on deck, it being a fair day. They regarded the captain + with alarm, for in his hand he held a pistol, which he carried in such + careless style that it might be discharged at any time. + </p> + <p> + Jack Pendleton had been sent up to the masthead on some duty by the mate. + The captain’s roving eyes fell upon him, and the dislike he felt for the + boy found vent. + </p> + <p> + “What are you doing up there, you young lubber?” he shouted. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Holdfast sent me,” answered Jack. + </p> + <p> + “You lie!” roared the captain. “I’ll teach you to lie to me!” + </p> + <p> + “I’ll come down, sir,” said Jack, “if you say so.” + </p> + <p> + “I’ll bring you down!” shouted the captain, furiously, as he deliberately + pointed the pistol at the cabin boy, and prepared to pull the trigger. + </p> + <p> + There was a cry of horror on the part of the passengers as they saw the + insane act of the captain, and realized the peril of poor Jack. But, in + spite of all, the boy would probably have fallen a victim to the drunken + fury of Captain Hill. Jack himself fully understood his danger, and his + ruddy face turned pale. His life hung in the balance, and was saved only + by the courage of his boy friend, Harry. + </p> + <p> + Of all the passengers, Harry stood nearest to the captain. When he saw the + pistol pointed at Jack, he did not stop to think, but made a bound, and + dashed the weapon from the captain’s hand. It was discharged but the + bullet sped over the rail and dropped into the ocean. Nor did Harry stop + here. He seized the fallen pistol, and hurled it over the side of the + vessel. + </p> + <p> + The captain was for the moment stupefied by the suddenness of the act. + Then, in a voice of fury, he exclaimed, pointing to Harry: “Put that boy + in irons!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0011" id="link2HCH0011"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XI + </h2> + <h3> + A SENSATIONAL SCENE + </h3> + <p> + “Put that boy in irons!” repeated Captain Hill, his eyes blazing with + anger. + </p> + <p> + Not a sailor stirred. There was not one that did not admire Harry’s + promptness, which had saved Jack’s life, and prevented the captain from + becoming a murderer. + </p> + <p> + “Here, you two men, seize the boy, and carry him below!” exclaimed the + captain, addressing Brown and Higgins, the two sailors nearest. + </p> + <p> + The two men looked at each other, moved a step forward, and then stopped. + </p> + <p> + “Is this mutiny?” roared the captain, with a bloodcurdling oath. “Am I + master in my own ship or not?” + </p> + <p> + What might have been the issue is hard to tell, had not the Yankee + passenger already referred to, Jonathan Stubbs, come forward and taken up + the gauntlet. + </p> + <p> + “Look here, cap’n,” he commenced, in a drawling tone, “what’s all this + fuss you’re kickin’ up? You’re kinder riled, ain’t you?” + </p> + <p> + “Who are you that dare to bandy words with me? Men, do you hear me? Put + that boy in irons, or must I do it myself?” + </p> + <p> + “Look here, cap’n, let’s argy that matter a little,” said Stubbs. “What’s + the boy to be put in irons for?” + </p> + <p> + “For grossly insulting me, and defying my authority.” + </p> + <p> + “He has prevented your committing murder, if that’s what you mean. You + ought to thank him.” + </p> + <p> + “Take care, sir!” thundered the captain, “or I may put you in irons, + also.” + </p> + <p> + “I reckon you might find a little opposition,” said the Yankee, quietly. + “I’m a passenger on this vessel, Captain Hill, and your authority doesn’t + extend to me.” + </p> + <p> + “We’ll see about that, sir,” said the captain, and he grasped Stubbs by + the collar. + </p> + <p> + Now, the Yankee was not a heavy man, but he was very strong and wiry, and, + moreover, in his early days, like Abraham Lincoln, he had been the best + wrestler in the Vermont village in which he was born. He was a very quiet, + peaceable man, but he was accustomed to resent insult in an effective way. + He wrenched himself free by a powerful effort; then, with a dexterous + movement of one of his long legs, he tripped up the captain, who fell in a + heap upon the deck. The shock, added to the effects of his intoxication, + seemed to stupefy the captain, who remained where he fell. + </p> + <p> + “Boys,” said Stubbs, coolly, to the two sailors, who had been ordered to + put Harry in irons, “hadn’t you better help the captain into his cabin? He + seems to be unwell.” + </p> + <p> + Just then the mate came on deck. He didn’t make inquiries, but took in the + situation at a glance, and assisted the captain to his feet. + </p> + <p> + “Shall I help you downstairs, sir?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + The captain silently acquiesced, and the prime actor in this rather + startling scene left the deck. + </p> + <p> + Jack Pendleton scrambled down from his elevated perch with the agility of + a cat. He ran up to Harry, and grasped his hand with evident emotion. + </p> + <p> + “You have saved my life!” he said. “I will always be your friend. I would + lay down my life for you.” + </p> + <p> + “It’s all right, Jack,” said Harry, rather shyly. “You would have done the + same for me.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I would,” answered Jack, heartily, “But there’s no one else who + would have done it for me.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you going to leave me out, my boy?” asked the Yankee, with a smile on + his plain but good-natured face. + </p> + <p> + “No, sir,” responded Jack. “You stood up to the captain like a man. He + didn’t frighten you.” + </p> + <p> + “No, I wasn’t much scared,” drawled Stubbs, contorting his features + drolly. “But, I say, young man, I’ve got a piece of advice to give you. + You don’t seem to be much of a favorite with the captain.” + </p> + <p> + “It doesn’t look so,” said Jack, laughing in spite of the danger through + which he had passed. + </p> + <p> + “Just you keep out of his way as much as you can. When a man gets as full + as he does, he’s apt to be dangerous.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, sir; I will.” + </p> + <p> + Among the spectators of the scene just described, the most panic-stricken, + probably was Montgomery Clinton, the Brooklyn dude. + </p> + <p> + After the captain had gone below, he walked up to Harry, whom he regarded + with evident admiration. + </p> + <p> + “I say, you’re quite a hero. I was awfully frightened, don’t you know, + when that big bully aimed at the sailor boy.” + </p> + <p> + “You looked a little nervous, Mr. Clinton,” said Harry, smiling. + </p> + <p> + “You were awfully brave, to knock the pistol out of his hand. I don’t see + how you dared to do it.” + </p> + <p> + “I didn’t stop to think of danger. I saw that Jack’s life was in danger, + and I did the only thing I could to save him.” + </p> + <p> + “I’m glad you’re not put in irons. It must be awful to be in irons.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t think I should like it, though I never had any experience. You’d + have stood by me, wouldn’t you, Mr. Clinton?” + </p> + <p> + Clinton was evidently alarmed at the suggestion. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, of course,” he said, nervously; “that is, I would have gone down to + see you on the sly. You wouldn’t expect me to fight the captain, don’t you + know.” + </p> + <p> + Harry could hardly refrain from smiling at the idea of the spindle-shaped + dude resisting the captain; but he kept a straight face as he answered: + </p> + <p> + “I look upon you as a brave man, Mr. Clinton. When I get into trouble, I + shall be sure to call upon you.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, certainly,” stammered Clinton. “But I say, Mr. Vane, I hope you’ll be + prudent; I do, really. Captain Hill might shoot you, you know, as he tried + to shoot the sailor boy just now.” + </p> + <p> + “If he does, Mr. Clinton, I shall expect you to interfere, You are not as + strong as the captain, but a bold front will go a great way. If you + threaten to—to horsewhip him, I think it might produce an effect + upon him.” + </p> + <p> + “Really, my dear Mr. Vane,” said Clinton, turning pale, “I don’t think I + could go as far as that.” + </p> + <p> + “I thought you were my friend, Mr. Clinton,” said Harry, reproachfully. + </p> + <p> + “So I am, but I think you are, too—too bloodthirsty, Mr. Vane. It is + best to be prudent, don’t you know. There’s that Yankee, Mr. Stubbs; he + would do a great deal better than I. He’s stronger, and older, and—you’d + better speak to him, don’t you know.” + </p> + <p> + “A very good suggestion, Mr. Clinton,” said Harry. + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid I should fare badly,” thought our hero, “if I depended upon + Clinton to stand by me. He isn’t of the stuff they make heroes of.” + </p> + <p> + Twenty-four hours passed before Captain Hill reappeared on deck. Meanwhile + Harry had received congratulations from all the passengers on his display + of pluck, and from some of the sailors besides. In fact, if he had not + been a sensible boy, he might have been in danger of being spoiled by + praise. But he answered, very modestly, that he had only acted from + impulse, actuated by a desire to save Jack, and had not had time to count + the consequences. + </p> + <p> + “I’ll stand by you, my lad,” said Hirman Stubbs. “The captain may try to + do you wrong, but he will have somebody else to reckon with—I won’t + see you hurt.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, Mr. Stubbs,” said Harry, heartily. “I know the value of your + help already. Mr. Clinton also is willing to stand by me, though he says + he don’t want to get into a fight with the captain.” + </p> + <p> + “Clinton! That spindle-legged dude!” said Stubbs, exploding with laughter. + “My! he couldn’t scare a fly.” + </p> + <p> + Harry laughed, too. He could not help doing so. + </p> + <p> + “He seems a good fellow, though not exactly a hero,” he said. “I am glad + to have his good will.” + </p> + <p> + “He is more of a tailor’s dummy than a man,” said Stubbs. “I always want + to laugh when I look at him. Hist! there’s the captain.” + </p> + <p> + Harry turned quickly toward the companionway, and saw Captain Hill set + foot on the deck. A glance satisfied him that the captain was sober. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0012" id="link2HCH0012"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XII + </h2> + <h3> + A STORM + </h3> + <p> + Captain Hill must have observed Harry and Mr. Stubbs, but walked by them + without notice, and attended to his duties, giving his orders in a sharp + quick tone. He was an experienced seaman, and thoroughly fitted for the + post of chief, when not under the influence of liquor. + </p> + <p> + “I am glad to see that the captain is sober,” said Stubbs, in a low voice. + </p> + <p> + “So am I,” answered Harry. + </p> + <p> + One change, all noticed in Captain Hill. He became silent, reserved, + morose. His orders were given in a quick, peremptory tone, and he seemed + to cherish a grudge against all on board. Some captains add much to the + pleasure of the passengers by their social and cheery manners, but + whenever Captain Hill appeared, a wet blanket seemed to fall on the + spirits of passengers and crew, and they conversed in an undertone, as if + under restraint. + </p> + <p> + Between the captain and the mate there was a great difference. Mr. + Holdfast had a bluff, hearty way with him, which made him popular with all + on board. As an officer, he was strict, and expected his orders to be + executed promptly, but in private he was affable and agreeable. The + sailors felt instinctively that he was their friend, and regarded him with + attachment, while they respected his seamanship. If a vote had been taken, + there was not one but would have preferred him as captain to Captain Hill. + </p> + <p> + Thus far—I am speaking of a time when the Nantucket was three months + out—there had been no serious storm. Rough weather there had been, + and wet, disagreeable weather, but the staunch ship had easily overcome + all the perils of the sea, and, with the exception of Montgomery Clinton, + no one had been seriously alarmed. But one afternoon a cloud appeared in + the hitherto clear sky, which would have attracted no attention from a + landsman. Mr. Holdfast observed it, however, and, quietly calling the + captain, directed his attention to it. + </p> + <p> + “I think we are going to have a bad storm, Captain Hill,” he said. “That’s + a weather breeder.” + </p> + <p> + The captain watched the cloud for a moment, and then answered, quietly: “I + think you are right, Mr. Holdfast. You may give your orders accordingly.” + </p> + <p> + The sails were reefed, and the vessel was prepared for the warfare with + the elements which awaited it. + </p> + <p> + The little cloud increased portentiously in size. All at once a strong + wind sprang up, the sea roughened, and the billows grew white with fury, + while the good ship, stanch as she was, creaked and groaned and was tossed + as if it were a toy boat on the wrathful ocean. + </p> + <p> + The passengers were all seriously alarmed. They had never before realized + what a storm at sea was. Even a man of courage may well be daunted by the + terrific power of the sea when it is roused to such an exhibition. + </p> + <p> + “Harry,” said the professor, “this is terrible.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, indeed,” answered the boy, gravely. + </p> + <p> + It became so rough and difficult to stand on deck, on account of the + vessel being tossed about like a cockleshell, that Harry felt constrained + to go below. + </p> + <p> + As he passed the cabin of Montgomery Clinton, he heard a faint voice call + his name. + </p> + <p> + Entering, he saw the dude stretched out in his berth, with an expression + of helpless terror in his weak face. + </p> + <p> + “Oh! Mr. Vane,” he said; “do you think we are going to the bottom?” + </p> + <p> + “I hope not, Mr. Clinton. Our officers are skillful men. They will do all + they can for us.” + </p> + <p> + It was a terrible night. None of the passengers ventured upon deck. + Indeed, such was the motion that it would have been dangerous, as even the + sailors found it difficult to keep their footing. Harry was pale and + quiet, unlike his friend from Brooklyn, whose moans were heard mingled + with the noise of the tempest. + </p> + <p> + It was about three o’clock in the morning when those below heard, with + terror, a fearful crash, and a trampling of feet above. One of the masts + had fallen before the fury of the storm, and the shock made the good ship + careen to a dangerous extent. What happened, however, was not understood + below. + </p> + <p> + “I wonder what has happened,” said the professor, nervously. “I think I + will go up and see.” + </p> + <p> + He got out of his berth, but only to be pitched helpless to the other end + of the cabin. + </p> + <p> + “This is terrible!” he said, as he picked himself up. + </p> + <p> + “I will try my luck, professor,” said Harry. + </p> + <p> + He scrambled out of his berth, and, with great difficulty, made his way + upstairs. + </p> + <p> + One glance told him what had occurred. The crippled ship was laboring + through the sea. It seemed like a very unequal combat, and Harry might be + excused for deciding that the ship was doomed. All about the sea wore its + fiercest aspect. Harry returned cautiously to his cabin. + </p> + <p> + “Well?” said the professor. + </p> + <p> + “One of the masts is gone,” answered the boy. “The ship is having a hard + time.” + </p> + <p> + “Is there danger?” asked the professor, anxiously. + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid so,” said Harry, gravely. + </p> + <p> + At length the night wore away. The violence of the storm seemed to have + abated, for, after a time, the motion diminished. More enterprising than + the rest of the passengers, Harry resolved to go on deck. + </p> + <p> + “Won’t you come with me, Mr. Clinton?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “I—I couldn’t, ‘pon my honor. I’m as weak as a rag. I don’t think I + could get out of my berth, really, now.” + </p> + <p> + “I’ll go with you, my young friend,” said Mr. Stubbs. + </p> + <p> + Harry and his Yankee friend set foot cautiously on deck. The prospect was + not reassuring. The ship rolled heavily, and from the creaking it seemed + that the timbers of the hull were strained. The sailors looked fagged out, + and there was a set, stern look on the face of the captain, whom, + nevertheless, Mr. Stubbs ventured to accost. + </p> + <p> + “What’s the prospect, captain?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “You’d better make your will,” said the captain, grimly. + </p> + <p> + “That’s cheerful,” commented Stubbs, turning to Harry. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir,” answered Harry, soberly. + </p> + <p> + “Don’t tell our foppish friend below, or he’ll rend our ears with his + howls. But you, my young friend, it’s rather rough on you. How old are + you?” + </p> + <p> + “Sixteen.” + </p> + <p> + “And I’m rising fifty. Even if I am taken away, I’ve a good thirty years + the advantage of you. I’ve had a good time, on the whole, and enjoyed + myself as well as the average. Still, I don’t quite like going to the + bottom in the Nantucket. I was looking forward to at least twenty years or + so more of life.” + </p> + <p> + “We must submit to the will of God,” said Harry. + </p> + <p> + “You are quite right, my boy! It is easy to see that you have been well + trained. Mr. Holdfast”—for they had reached the place where the mate + was standing—“shall we outlive the storm?” + </p> + <p> + “It is hard to say, Mr. Stubbs. It depends on the stanchness of the ship. + We’ll do all we can.” + </p> + <p> + Ten minutes later there was a sinister answer to the inquiry of Mr. + Stubbs. A sailor, who had been sent down into the hold, came with the + information that the ship had sprung a leak. + </p> + <p> + Then commenced the weary work at the pumps. The sailors were already worn + out with fighting the storm under the direction of the captain and mate, + and it seemed almost more than flesh and blood could stand to undertake + the additional labor. + </p> + <p> + Harry and Mr. Stubbs had a hurried conference. + </p> + <p> + “Can’t we help at this work, Mr. Stubbs?” asked Harry. “The poor men look + utterly exhausted.” + </p> + <p> + “Well thought of, my boy! I am with you. I will speak to the captain.” + </p> + <p> + But Mr. Holdfast, the mate, chanced to be nearer, and to him Mr. Stubbs + put the question: + </p> + <p> + “Can’t I help at the pumps?” + </p> + <p> + “And I, too, Mr. Holdfast,” put in Harry. + </p> + <p> + “I accept your offer with thanks. The men are very tired.” + </p> + <p> + So Harry and Mr. Stubbs helped at this necessary work, and when the + professor and the Melbourne merchant heard of it they, too, volunteered. + But Marmaduke Timmins, the valetudinarian, and Montgomery Clinton felt + quite inadequate to the task. + </p> + <p> + Harry found his work tiresome and fatiguing, but he had the comfort of + feeling that he was relieving the exhausted sailors, and doing something + to save his own life and the lives of his companions. + </p> + <p> + He caught sight of poor Jack, looking ready to drop. + </p> + <p> + “Jack, you must be very tired,” he said, in a tone of deep sympathy. + </p> + <p> + “If I stood still I should drop on the deck fast asleep,” said Jack. + </p> + <p> + “Can’t you lie down for an hour? I am taking your place.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Holdfast coming up at this moment, Harry suggested this to him, and + the mate said kindly: + </p> + <p> + “Jack, my lad, go below and catch a little nap. I will call you when I + want you.” + </p> + <p> + So Jack, much relieved, went below, and, without a thought of the danger, + so fatigued was he, fell asleep the moment he got into his bunk, and was + not called up for four hours. + </p> + <p> + After a while they reduced the flow of water, but ascertained that the + ship was badly strained, and by no means safe. It was not till the next + day, however, that an important decision was reached. + </p> + <p> + All were called on deck. + </p> + <p> + “It is my duty to tell you,” said Captain Hill, “that the ship is so + damaged by the recent storm that it is liable to sink at any time. Those + who choose to run the risk may remain, however. I propose, with such as + choose to join me, to take to the boats. I will give you fifteen minutes + to decide.” + </p> + <p> + Excitement and dismay were painted on the faces of all. The ship might be + insecure, but to launch out upon the great ocean in a frail boat seemed to + involve still greater danger. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0013" id="link2HCH0013"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIII + </h2> + <h3> + “WHO WILL STAY?” + </h3> + <p> + The decision was a momentous one. It might be death to remain on the ship, + but to a landsman it seemed still more perilous to embark on an angry sea + in a frail boat. + </p> + <p> + The passengers looked at each other in doubt and perplexity. + </p> + <p> + They had but fifteen minutes in which to make up their minds. + </p> + <p> + The mate stood by, his face and manner serious and thoughtful. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Holdfast,” said Mr. Stubbs, “do you agree with the captain that it is + our best course to take to the boats?” + </p> + <p> + “I should prefer to try the ship a little longer. I say so with + diffidence, since the captain has a longer experience than I.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t think much of your judgment, Mr. Holdfast,” said Captain Hill, in + a tone of contempt. + </p> + <p> + The mate’s face flushed—not so much at the words as the tone. + </p> + <p> + “Nevertheless Captain Hill,” he said, “I stand by what I have said.” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Holdfast,” said Mr. Stubbs, who seemed to speak for the passengers, + “if some of us decide to remain on the ship, will you remain with us?” + </p> + <p> + “I will!” answered the mate, promptly. + </p> + <p> + “Then set me down as the first to remain,” said Stubbs. + </p> + <p> + Somehow this man, rough and abrupt as he was, had impressed Harry as a man + in whom confidence might be reposed. He felt safe in following where he + led. + </p> + <p> + “I am but a boy,” he said, “but I have to decide for my life. I shall + remain with the mate and Mr. Stubbs.” + </p> + <p> + Quietly Stubbs shook hands with Harry. + </p> + <p> + “I am glad to have you with us,” he said earnestly. “We will die or live + together.” + </p> + <p> + Next came Professor Hemenway. + </p> + <p> + “Put me down as the third,” he said. “Harry, we sailed together, and we + will remain together to the end.” + </p> + <p> + “I go in the boat,” said John Appleton. “I have a great respect for Mr. + Holdfast, but I defer to the captain’s judgment as superior.” + </p> + <p> + He went over and ranged himself beside the captain. + </p> + <p> + “You are a sensible man, sir,” said Captain Hill, with a scornful glance + at the mate and the passengers who sided with him. “Mr. Holdfast can go + down with the ship, if he desires. I prefer to cut loose from a doomed + vessel.” + </p> + <p> + Marmaduke Timmins, the invalid, looked more sallow and nervous than ever. + He had swallowed a pill while the others were speaking, to give himself + confidence. + </p> + <p> + “I will go with the captain,” he said. “My life is likely to be short, for + my diseases are many, but I owe it to myself to do my best to save it.” + </p> + <p> + “In deciding to go with me, you are doing your best, sir,” said Captain + Hill. + </p> + <p> + He had not hitherto paid much attention to Mr. Timmins, whom he looked + upon as a crank on the subject of health, but he was disposed to look upon + him now with more favor. + </p> + <p> + At this moment Montgomery Clinton appeared at the head of the stairs. The + poor fellow was pale, and disheveled, and tottered from weakness. + </p> + <p> + “What’s going on?” he asked, feebly. Harry took it upon himself to + explain, using as few words as possible. + </p> + <p> + “Will you go with the captain, or stay on the Nantucket?” asked Harry. + </p> + <p> + “Really, I couldn’t stand sailing in a little boat, you know.” + </p> + <p> + “That’s settled, then!” said the captain. “Into the boats with you!” + </p> + <p> + The sailors and two passengers lowered themselves into the long boat, + which was large enough to receive them all, till only Jack Pendleton and + the captain remained. + </p> + <p> + “Get in, boy!” said the captain, harshly. + </p> + <p> + Jack stepped back, and said, manfully: “I will remain on board the ship, + sir.” + </p> + <p> + While this discussion had been going on, the boat was being stored with + kegs of water and provisions, and soon after the sailors began to ply the + oars. + </p> + <p> + The little band that remained looked silently and solemnly, as they saw + their late companions borne farther and farther away from them on the + crested waves. + </p> + <p> + “It’s a question which will last longer, the ship or the boat,” said Mr. + Holdfast. + </p> + <p> + “We must work—I know that,” said Mr. Stubbs. “Captain Holdfast, I + salute you as my commander. Give us your orders.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you all agreed, gentlemen?” asked Holdfast. + </p> + <p> + “We are,” answered all except Montgomery Clinton, who was clinging to the + side with a greenish pallor on his face. + </p> + <p> + “Then I shall set you to work at the pumps. Jack I assign you and the + professor to duty first. You will work an hour; then Mr. Stubbs and Mr. + Vane will relieve you. I will look out for the vessel’s course.” + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid I couldn’t pump,” said Montgomery Clinton. “I feel so awfully + weak, you know, I think I’m going to die!” + </p> + <p> + Harry looked out to sea and saw the little boat containing the remnant of + their company growing smaller and smaller. A sudden feeling of loneliness + overcame him, and he asked himself, seriously: “Is death, then, so near?” + </p> + <p> + The sea was still rough, but the violence of the storm was past. In a few + hours the surface of the sea was much less agitated. The spirits of the + passengers rose, especially after learning from the mate that he had been + able to stop the leak, through the experience which he acquired in his + younger days as assistant to a ship carpenter. + </p> + <p> + “Then the old ship is likely to float a while longer?” said Mr. Stubbs, + cheerfully. + </p> + <p> + “Not a short time, either, if the weather continues favorable.” + </p> + <p> + “Captain Hill was in too much of a hurry to leave the vessel,” remarked + Harry. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” answered Holdfast. “Such was my opinion when I thought the + Nantucket in much worse condition than at present. If the captain and + sailors had remained on board, we could have continued our voyage to + Melbourne without difficulty. + </p> + <p> + “And now?” said Mr. Stubbs, interrogatively. + </p> + <p> + “Now we have no force to man her. Little Jack and myself are the only + sailors on board.” + </p> + <p> + “But not the only men.” + </p> + <p> + “That is true. I think, however, that you or the professor would find it + rather hard to spread or take in sail.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Stubbs looked up into the rigging and shrugged his shoulders. + </p> + <p> + The next day Mr. Clinton appeared on deck. He looked faded and played out, + but he was no longer the woebegone creature of a day or two previous. Even + he turned out to be of use, for he knew something about cooking, and + volunteered to assist in preparing the meals, the ship’s cook having left + the ship with the captain. Accordingly, he rose in the estimation of the + passengers—having proved that he was not wholly a drone. + </p> + <p> + Jack and Harry grew still more intimate. The young sailor was under no + restraint now that the captain was not on board, for with the mate he had + always been a favorite. + </p> + <p> + All efforts were made to keep the ship on her course. They could not put + up all the sails, however, and made but slow progress. They did little but + drift. Nor did they encounter any other vessel for several days, so that + there was no chance of obtaining the desired assistance. + </p> + <p> + “I wonder where it will all end, Jack?” said Harry, one evening. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t trouble myself much about that, Harry,” said the young sailor. “I + am content as I am.” + </p> + <p> + “Don’t you look ahead, then?” + </p> + <p> + “I am happy with you and the few we have on board. They are kind to me; + what more do I need?” + </p> + <p> + “I can’t be contented so easily, Jack. I hope there is a long life before + us. Here we are, making no progress. We are doing nothing to advance + ourselves.” + </p> + <p> + But this did not make much impression on Jack. He did not look beyond the + present, and so that this was comfortable, he left the future to look out + for itself. + </p> + <p> + “What do you think has become of Captain Hill and his companions, Mr. + Holdfast?” asked Mr. Stubbs, on the third evening after the separation. + </p> + <p> + “He is probably still afloat, unless he has been fortunate enough to be + picked up by some vessel.” + </p> + <p> + “There is no hope of reaching land in the Nantucket is there,” continued + Mr. Stubbs. + </p> + <p> + “There is considerable fear of it,” said the mate. + </p> + <p> + “Why do you use the word fear?” asked Stubbs, puzzled. + </p> + <p> + “What I mean is, that we are likely to run aground upon some unknown + island. If the shore is rocky, it may break us to pieces, and that, of + course, will be attended with danger to life or limb.” + </p> + <p> + Stubbs looked thoughtful. + </p> + <p> + “I should like to see land,” he said, “but I wouldn’t like to land in that + way. It reminds me of an old lady who, traveling by cars for the first + time, was upset in a collision. As she crawled out of the window, she + asked, innocently: ‘Do you always stop this way?’” + </p> + <p> + “There are dangers on land as well as on the sea,” said the mate, “as your + story proves; though one is not so likely to realize them. In our present + circumstances, there is one thing I earnestly hope for.” + </p> + <p> + “What is that?” + </p> + <p> + “That we may not have another storm. I fear, in her dismantled condition, + the Nantucket would have a poor chance of outliving it, particularly as we + have no one but Jack and myself to do seamen’s work.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Stubbs walked thoughtfully away. + </p> + <p> + Harry, who had seen him talking with the mate, asked him what the nature + of the conversation was. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Stubbs told him. + </p> + <p> + “The fact is, Harry,” he said, “we are in a critical condition. Whether we + are ever to see old terry firmy again”—Mr. Stubbs was not a + classical scholar—“seems a matter of doubt.” + </p> + <p> + “And the worst of it is,” said Harry, “there seems to be nothing you or I + can do to increase our chances of safety.” + </p> + <p> + “No, unless we could manage to see a ship which the chief officer had + overlooked. That, I take it, is not very likely.” + </p> + <p> + It was toward morning of the fifth night after the captain had left the + ship that all on board were startled by a mighty thumping, accompanied by + a shock that threw the sleepers out of bed. + </p> + <p> + Harry ran hastily on deck. The mate was there already. + </p> + <p> + “What’s happened, Mr. Holdfast?” asked the boy, anxiously. + </p> + <p> + “The ship has struck on a rocky ledge!” + </p> + <p> + “Are we in danger?” + </p> + <p> + “In great danger. Call all the passengers. We must take to the boat, for + the Nantucket is doomed!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0014" id="link2HCH0014"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIV + </h2> + <h3> + THE WRECK OF THE NANTUCKET + </h3> + <p> + It was still quite dark, but it was light enough to see that the ship had + struck upon a reef. Straining their eyes, the alarmed passengers could + descry land. Indeed, the reef was an outlying part of it. + </p> + <p> + All eyes were turned upon the captain, as Mr. Holdfast was now called. + </p> + <p> + “If I had had men enough to stand watch, this would not have happened,” he + said. + </p> + <p> + “Is there any hope, Mr. Holdfast?” asked Montgomery Clinton, clasping his + hands in terror. + </p> + <p> + “Plenty of it,” answered the mate, curtly, “but we must leave the ship.” + </p> + <p> + Under his direction the remaining boat—for Captain Hill and his + companions had only taken away one—was lowered. Steering clear of + the reef, they found themselves in a cove, bordered on three sides by + land. By the light, now rapidly increasing, they saw grass and trees, and + the sight gladdened them in spite of the grave peril that menaced them. + </p> + <p> + They put in the boat as large a supply of stores as they dared, and then + rowed ashore. Landing the passengers, Holdfast selected Jack and Harry, + and went back to the ship for a further supply. + </p> + <p> + “We must lay in as much as we can, for we don’t know how long we are to + remain here,” he said. + </p> + <p> + When the second trip had been made, it was decided to rest for a time and + eat breakfast. + </p> + <p> + The little group gathered on a bluff looking out to sea, and, sitting + down, ate heartily. By this time the sun had made its appearance, and it + bade fair to be a pleasant day. + </p> + <p> + “Have you any idea where we are, Mr. Holdfast?” asked Mr. Stubbs. + </p> + <p> + “I only know that we are on an island. There is no mainland near here,” + answered the commander. + </p> + <p> + “It seems to be a large one, then. While you were gone with the boys, I + ascended a tree, and, looking inland, could not see the ocean in that + direction.” + </p> + <p> + “I feel like exploring the island,” said Harry; “who will go with me?” + </p> + <p> + Curious to see what kind of a new home they had, all set out. First, + however, the professor asked: + </p> + <p> + “How long before the ship is likely to go to pieces, Mr. Holdfast?” + </p> + <p> + “Not under a day or two in this weather,” was the answer. “Later in the + day I will board her again.” + </p> + <p> + They struck inland and walked for about two miles. There were trees and + plants such as they had never seen before, and the songs of unknown birds + floated out upon the air. It was certainly a delightful change from the + contracted life they had been leading upon shipboard. + </p> + <p> + “Do you think the island is inhabited?” asked Harry. + </p> + <p> + “I know no more about it than you do, my lad,” answered Holdfast. + </p> + <p> + “Suppose we should meet with a pack of savages armed with spears!” + suggested Harry, with a side look at Clinton, who was walking by him. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, good gracious! Mr. Holdfast, do you think we will?” asked that young + gentleman, nervously. + </p> + <p> + “We must do the best we can. I take it we are all brave, and would be + willing to fight.” + </p> + <p> + After a considerable walk, they reached a grove of trees, bearing a + different leaf from any to which they were accustomed. They did not appear + to produce fruit of any kind, but were comely and afforded a grateful + shade. This was the more appreciated, because the sun had begun to make + its heat felt, and a feeling of languor diffused itself over all. + </p> + <p> + “I move we squat here a while,” said Mr. Stubbs. + </p> + <p> + “Very well,” said the mate. “We have all day before us, and I am afraid a + great many more to come, in which we may explore the island.” + </p> + <p> + All threw themselves on the grass without ceremony. + </p> + <p> + They returned to the shore about noon, and sitting down on the bluff, ate + heartily of the stores they had brought with them from the ship. They had + brought no water, but, fortunately, discovered a spring on their homeward + walk, which promised a constant supply of refreshing drink. + </p> + <p> + “This seems a great deal like a picnic,” said Harry, as they sat down on + the grass with the food in the center. + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid it will prove a larger picnic than we care for,” remarked the + professor. + </p> + <p> + When dinner was over, if their informal meal can be dignified by that + name, Mr. Holdfast said: + </p> + <p> + “I think we had better make another trip to the ship, and bring back what + we can. We shall need a further supply of provisions, and there will be + other things that will occur to us as likely to be needed.” + </p> + <p> + “May I go with you, Mr. Holdfast?” asked Harry. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” answered the mate; “I will take you and Jack, and Mr. Stubbs, too, + may come, if he will.” + </p> + <p> + “I am quite at your command, captain,” said the Yankee. + </p> + <p> + Nothing suited Harry better than to make one of the expeditions. He and + Jack clambered up the ship’s sides, and chased each other in boyish fun. + Jack had no fear of a stern rebuke from Mr. Holdfast, who had a sympathy + with the young. He would not have dared to take such liberties with + Captain Hill. + </p> + <p> + “How long do you think the ship will hold together, Mr. Holdfast?” asked + Stubbs. + </p> + <p> + “For a week, perhaps, unless the sea becomes rough, and dashes her against + the reef with violence.” + </p> + <p> + “At present she seems motionless.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, she is not at present receiving any damage. It will be a sad day + when she goes to pieces,” continued the mate, gravely. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but it will hardly make our position worse. There is no chance of + our making any use of her, I take it.” + </p> + <p> + “You don’t quite understand me,” said Holdfast. “A sailor gets to feel an + attachment for the craft he sails on, and she seems to him something like + a living creature. This is my first voyage on the old Nantucket, but it + will grieve me to see her disappear.” + </p> + <p> + It was not easy to decide of what the boat’s load should consist. In the + main, provisions were taken as an article of first necessity. Some + clothing, also, was selected, and among the rest, at Harry’s instance, an + extra pair of Mr. Clinton’s trousers. + </p> + <p> + It was decided not to make another trip to the ship that day. Mr. Holdfast + expressed the opinion that the Nantucket was not in any immediate danger + of going to pieces, and there was much other work in hand. + </p> + <p> + “Do you know anything about the climate here, Mr. Holdfast?” asked the + professor. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t think it is ever cold. It is too far south for that.” + </p> + <p> + “I mean as to the chance of rain. I am told that in these tropical places, + rain comes on very suddenly at times.” + </p> + <p> + “I suspect that this is the dry season, professor.” + </p> + <p> + “Still, it may be wise to provide ourselves with some shelter.” + </p> + <p> + “True; have you anything to suggest?” + </p> + <p> + “It occurred to me that we might procure some of the sails, and use as a + roof covering to shield us from the heat of the sun, and from any + unexpected showers.” + </p> + <p> + “A good idea. I am glad you mentioned it. On the whole, I think I will + make one more trip to the ship this afternoon for the special purpose of + bringing back materials for a roof. Then we can put it up to-night.” + </p> + <p> + “Better bring hatchets, if there are any on board, some nails and + cordage.” + </p> + <p> + “Also well thought of. You are a practical man, professor.” + </p> + <p> + “We shall all have to think for the general benefit. I am sorry I can’t do + more work, but I never was handy with tools.” + </p> + <p> + “I am,” said Stubbs. “In fact, most Yankees are, and I am a Yankee. You + can command my services, Mr. Holdfast, in any way that you see fit.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Holdfast made another trip to the vessel, and brought back quite an + expanse of sailcloth. All hands, with the exception of Mr. Clinton, went + to work at once, and by sunset a considerable space was roofed over, which + the little company regarded with complacency. + </p> + <p> + “Aren’t you going to have any sides or doors?” asked Clinton. + </p> + <p> + “That can be considered hereafter,” said Holdfast. “I don’t think we shall + need any, since the probability is that the island is not inhabited.” + </p> + <p> + The next morning a great surprise awaited them. + </p> + <p> + It might have been because it was the first night on land, or perhaps + because they were unusually fatigued, but at any rate the little party + slept unusually late. The first one to awake was Harry Vane. It took very + little time for him to dress, since he had only taken off his coat. He + glanced at his slumbering companions, who were scattered about in + different postures. + </p> + <p> + “I’ll go up to the spring, and have a wash,” Harry decided. “I won’t wake + anybody, for there’s no hurry about waking up.” + </p> + <p> + Returning from the spring, Harry for the first time looked in the + direction of the ship. What he saw filled him with amazement. The wreck + which he had thought deserted, was alive with men. He saw a dozen on deck, + including two who were obviously not sailors. He could not immediately + discern the figures, and ran hastily to the top of the bluff. Then he made + the startling discovery that these intruders were the captain and his + companions, who had abandoned the ship in the expectation that it was + doomed, and, after floating about in the long boat, had by a wonderful + coincidence drifted to the very point which they themselves had reached. + </p> + <p> + The news was too important to keep, and he returned to the encampment, and + entering, approached the mate, who was sleeping soundly. He leaned over + and shook him gently. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Holdfast!” he cried. + </p> + <p> + The mate slowly opened his eyes and started up. + </p> + <p> + “What’s the matter?” he asked. “Has anything happened?” + </p> + <p> + “I’ve got great news for you, Mr. Holdfast. Captain Hill has arrived.” + </p> + <p> + “What!” exclaimed the mate, in amazement. “Arrived—where?” + </p> + <p> + “He is at this moment on the Nantucket, with all the men that accompanied + him in the long boat.” + </p> + <p> + Uttering an expression of amazement, Mr. Holdfast sprang from the ground, + and hastily made his way to the edge of the bluff. + </p> + <p> + “By Jove!” said he, “you’re right. I never heard of anything more + wonderful.” + </p> + <p> + Harry could not tell from the expression of his face whether he considered + the news good or not. + </p> + <p> + “Go and wake up the rest, Harry,” he said. “They will be surprised, too.” + </p> + <p> + It is needless to say that the news produced surprise and excitement. All + hurried to the edge of the bluff. + </p> + <p> + “Will they come on shore, do you think?” asked Harry of the mate. + </p> + <p> + “They will have to; but I shall at once go out to the ship and report to + my superior officer. You and Jack may go with me.” + </p> + <p> + It is needless to say that both boys were very glad to accept this + invitation. The rest of the party remained on shore and watched the boat’s + course. + </p> + <p> + “What will be the issue of this, Mr. Stubbs?” asked the professor, + thoughtfully. + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid there will be friction. The captain is a natural despot, and + he will undertake to control us.” + </p> + <p> + “He can have no authority after the ship is wrecked.” + </p> + <p> + “He will claim it, as sure as my name is Stubbs. The fact is, I am rather + sorry he hadn’t managed to drift to another island. Mr. Holdfast is a much + more agreeable man to deal with.” + </p> + <p> + “I agree with you. As a passenger, I shall not recognize the captain’s + authority on shore.” + </p> + <p> + “Nor I.” + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, the mate and the two boys had pulled to the ship, and, securing + the boat, scrambled on deck. + </p> + <p> + “Good-morning, Captain Hill; I am glad to meet you once more,” said the + mate. + </p> + <p> + “Humph!” growled the captain, not over politely. “When did you reach + here?” + </p> + <p> + “Yesterday morning.” + </p> + <p> + “Where are the rest of the party?” + </p> + <p> + “We have a little camp just back of the bluff.” + </p> + <p> + “I see you have been removing articles from the ship,” continued the + captain, in a tone of disapproval. + </p> + <p> + “Certainly,” answered the mate. “We need them, and I didn’t know how long + the ship would last.” + </p> + <p> + “It seems in no immediate danger of going to pieces.” + </p> + <p> + “Things look more favorable than they did yesterday morning. What sort of + a trip did you have in the boat?” + </p> + <p> + “A curious question to ask,” said the captain, captiously. “We were in + danger of being swamped more than once.” + </p> + <p> + “We had better have remained on board the Nantucket with you, Mr. + Holdfast,” said Appleton, the Melbourne merchant. + </p> + <p> + Captain Hill chose to take offense at this remark. + </p> + <p> + “You were quite at liberty to stay, Mr. Appleton,” he said. “I didn’t urge + you to go with me.” + </p> + <p> + “True, Captain Hill; but I trusted to your opinion that the ship was + unsafe.” + </p> + <p> + The captain looked angry, but did not make any reply. + </p> + <p> + By the sailors Mr. Holdfast was warmly greeted. He was much better liked + than the captain, being a man of even temper and reasonable in his + demands. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0015" id="link2HCH0015"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XV + </h2> + <h3> + THE LAST OF THE “NANTUCKET” + </h3> + <p> + Though the mate had removed some of the stores, much the larger portion + was left on board, for the Nantucket had been provisioned for a long + voyage. Yet Captain Hill saw fit to complain. + </p> + <p> + “It is fortunate that you didn’t take all the stores, Mr. Holdfast,” he + remarked, in a sarcastic tone. + </p> + <p> + The mate eyed the captain steadily. + </p> + <p> + “May I ask your meaning, Captain Hill?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “I mean what I say, sir. I think my language requires no interpreter.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I can only reply that it would have made no difference if I had + removed all the provisions.” + </p> + <p> + “You appear to forget that I am your superior officer,” said the captain + in a heat. + </p> + <p> + “I had no superior officer at the time I ordered the removal.” + </p> + <p> + “You have now, at any rate.” + </p> + <p> + “We are not at sea, Captain Hill. The vessel is wrecked, and all + distinctions are at an end. Now it is each for himself.” + </p> + <p> + “So, sir, you defy my authority!” exclaimed the captain, looking black. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t recognize it, that is all.” + </p> + <p> + “You shall, sir!” retorted the captain, frowning. “You shall learn, also, + that I have means to enforce it. I have nearly a dozen seamen under me, + and you have only the boy, Jack Pendleton.” + </p> + <p> + “Captain Hill, all this is very foolish. We are ship-wrecked, and have + taken refuge on the same island. Instead of quarreling, we should help + each other.” + </p> + <p> + “So you presume to lecture me!” sneered the captain. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Holdfast didn’t care to continue the dispute. + </p> + <p> + “I am ready to help you remove what you require,” he said, quietly. “It + will be well to remove as much as possible today, for we may at any time + have a storm, that will effectually put an end to our work.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, sir; I am glad you show a better spirit.” + </p> + <p> + The mate was both annoyed and amused at this evident intention to throw + upon him the whole onus of the quarrel, but he did not care to reply. He + and the two boys helped remove the stores, and it being quite early, by + noon several boatloads had been deposited on shore, to be removed farther + inland when there was a good opportunity. One thing Mr. Holdfast noted + with apprehension. There was a considerable quantity of brandy and other + spirits in the captain’s cabin, which he took care to have included in the + articles removed. Remembering the captain’s weakness, he feared this might + lead to trouble. But he did not take it upon himself to remonstrate, + knowing that in the state of the captain’s feelings toward him it would be + worse than useless. + </p> + <p> + By three o’clock about all the stores, with other needful articles, had + been removed, and there was a large pile on the bluff. + </p> + <p> + “Captain, will you walk over and see my encampment?” asked Holdfast, now + that there was leisure. + </p> + <p> + “Lead on, sir,” said the captain, though not overpolitely. It was not far + away, and a short walk brought them in front of it. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps you will feel inclined to settle near by,” suggested Holdfast. + </p> + <p> + “No, sir; I don’t care to intrude upon you.” + </p> + <p> + Eventually the captain selected a spot about half a mile away. Here an + encampment was made, very similar to the mate’s but on a larger scale. + </p> + <p> + “I am glad the captain is not close alongside,” said Jack Pendleton. + </p> + <p> + “So am I,” answered Harry, to whom this remark was made. “We are better + off by ourselves.” + </p> + <p> + “He would be sure to interfere with us. I saw him scowling at me more than + once this morning. You know he don’t like me.” + </p> + <p> + “Nor me, either, Jack. It will be well for both of us to keep out of his + way.” + </p> + <p> + To the great delight of Clinton, more of his “wardrobe,” as he called it, + was brought ashore. For this he was indebted to the good-natured + persistence of Harry, who, though amused at the vanity of the young man + from Brooklyn, felt disposed to gratify him in a harmless whim. + </p> + <p> + The two parties remained apart, the original company remaining with the + captain, while four passengers and Jack Pendleton stayed with the mate. + Captain Hill showed a disposition to claim Jack, but Holdfast said, + quietly: “I think captain, Jack had better stay with me for the present, + as he is company for Harry Vane.” + </p> + <p> + The captain looked dissatisfied, but was too tired to remonstrate at that + time. He went to his own encampment, and indulged in liberal potations of + brandy, which had the effect of sending him to sleep. + </p> + <p> + That night a violent wind sprang up. It blew from the sea inland, and + though it did not affect the ship-wrecked parties or their encampment + seriously, on account of their being screened by the intervening bluff, it + had another effect which a day or two previous might have been + disasterous. The ill-fated Nantucket was driven with such force against + the reef that the strength of its hull was overtaxed. When the mate went + to the bluff in the morning to take an observation, he was startled to + find in place of the wreck a confused debris of timbers and fragments of + the wreck. + </p> + <p> + As the mate was surveying the scene of ruin, Jack and Harry joined him. + </p> + <p> + “Look there, my lads!” said Holdfast. “That’s the last of the poor old + Nantucket. She will never float again.” + </p> + <p> + They had known this before, but it was now impressed upon their minds + forcibly, and a feeling of sadness came over the three. + </p> + <p> + “That settles it,” said Harry, giving expression to a common feeling. “We + are prisoners on the island now, and no mistake.” + </p> + <p> + “When we leave here, it won’t be on the Nantucket, anyway,” said Jack. + </p> + <p> + “It is lucky this happened after we had brought our stock of provisions + ashore,” said the mate. + </p> + <p> + “Let us go down and see what these kegs and boxes contain,” suggested + Harry. + </p> + <p> + So the three descended to the reef, and began to examine the articles + thrown ashore. For the most part they were of little value, though here + and there were articles that might prove useful. + </p> + <p> + “Couldn’t we make a raft out of the timbers of the old ship?” asked Jack. + </p> + <p> + “That is worth thinking of, though a raft would not do for a long voyage,” + said Holdfast. “No, but we might be picked up.” + </p> + <p> + “When the captain’s party is awake it will be well for us to haul the + loose timbers up to a place of safety.” + </p> + <p> + “Here’s Clinton’s trunk,” said Harry, bending over and recognizing the + initials. “Here is the name, ‘M. C., Brooklyn.’ He will be overjoyed. + Suppose we take it up between us.” + </p> + <p> + No opposition being made by Mr. Holdfast, the boys took the trunk up + between them, preceding the mate. They had just reached the summit of the + bluff. + </p> + <p> + “Put down that trunk!” said a stern voice. + </p> + <p> + Looking up, the boys saw that the speaker was Captain Hill. + </p> + <p> + The captain’s face was of dull, brick-red, and it was clear that he had + already been drinking, early as it was. Naturally the boys, on hearing his + voice, put down the trunk in their surprise, but they maintained their + position, one on each side of it. Of the two, Jack was the more impressed, + having been one of the crew, and subject to the captain’s authority on + shipboard. Harry, as a passenger, felt more independent. Indeed, he was + indignant, and ready to resist what he thought uncalled-for interference + on the part of the captain. + </p> + <p> + “This is Mr. Clinton’s trunk,” he said. “We are going to carry it to him.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you dare to dispute my authority?” roared the captain, his red face + becoming still redder. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t see what you have to do with the trunk,” answered Harry, boldly. + </p> + <p> + “This to me!” shrieked the captain, looking as if he were going to have a + fit of apoplexy. “Do you know who I am?” + </p> + <p> + “You were the captain of the Nantucket,” said Harry, quietly. + </p> + <p> + The captain, notwithstanding his inebriated condition, did not fail to + notice that Harry used the past tense. + </p> + <p> + “I am still the captain of the Nantucket, as I mean to show you,” he + retorted. + </p> + <p> + “Then, sir, you are captain of a wreck that has gone to pieces.” + </p> + <p> + Captain Hill upon this looked at the fragments of the unfortunate ship, + and for the first time took in what had happened. + </p> + <p> + “It doesn’t matter,” said he, after a brief pause, “I am in command here, + and”—here he interpolated an oath—“I don’t allow any + interference with my authority.” + </p> + <p> + “You are not captain of Mr. Clinton’s trunk,” said Harry, in a spirited + tone. “Jack, let us carry it along.” + </p> + <p> + This was too much for the captain. With a look of fury on his face, he + dashed toward Harry, and there is no doubt that our hero was in serious + danger. He paled slightly, for he knew he was no match for the tall, + sinewy captain, and was half regretting his independence when he felt + himself drawn forcibly to one side, and in his place stood the mate, + sternly eyeing the infuriated captain. + </p> + <p> + “What do you want to do, Captain Hill?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “To crush that young viper!” shouted the captain, fiercely. + </p> + <p> + “You shall not harm a hair of his head!” + </p> + <p> + By this time the captain’s wrath had been diverted to the mate. He struck + out with his right hand, intending to fell him to the ground, but, the + mate swerving, he fell from the force of his abortive blow, and, being + under the influence of his morning potations, could not immediately rise. + </p> + <p> + “Boys,” said Mr. Holdfast, “you may take hold of the trunk again and go on + with it. Don’t be afraid. If the captain makes any attempt to assault you, + he will have me to deal with.” + </p> + <p> + Harry and Jack did as directed. Jack, however, could not help feeling a + little nervous, his old fear of the captain asserting itself. But Harry, + confident in the protection of his good friend, the mate, was quite + unconcerned. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Holdfast walked on beside them. + </p> + <p> + “The captain seems disposed to make trouble,” he said. “He fancies that he + is captain of this island, as he was chief officer of the Nantucket. I + shall convince him of his mistake.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope you won’t get into any trouble on my account, Mr. Holdfast,” said + Harry, considerately. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, my lad; but Tom Holdfast doesn’t propose to let any man walk + over him, even if it is his old skipper. Now that the ship is gone, + Captain Hill has no more authority here than I have.” + </p> + <p> + As the captain fell, his head came in contact with a timber with such + violence that, combined with his condition, he was forced to lie where he + fell for over an hour. + </p> + <p> + As the boys emerged upon the bluff with the trunk, Clinton, who had just + got up, recognized it, and ran up to them, his face beaming with delight. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Mr. Vane!” he said, “have you really brought my trunk? You are + awfully kind.” + </p> + <p> + Then they had breakfast—a very plain meal, as might be supposed. + Some of the sailors came over from the other camp, and one of them asked + Mr. Holdfast if he had seen the captain. + </p> + <p> + “You will find him on the beach,” answered the mate. “He has been carrying + too much sail, I think,” he added, dryly. + </p> + <p> + After a while the captain picked himself up, and gazed moodily at the + wreck, of which so little remained. Then, the events of the morning + recurring to him, he frowned savagely, and, turning toward the bluff, he + shook his fist angrily in the direction of the mate’s encampment. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0016" id="link2HCH0016"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVI + </h2> + <p> + <a name="link2H_CONC" id="link2H_CONC"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CONCLUSION + </h2> + <p> + Among the sailors was an Italian named Francesco. Probably he had another + name, but no one knew what it was. In fact, a sailor’s last name is very + little used. He was a man of middle height, very swarthy, with bright, + black eyes, not unpopular, for the most part, but with a violent temper. + His chief fault was a love of strong drink. On board the Nantucket grog + had been served to the crew; and with that he had been content. But at the + time of the wreck no spirits had been saved but the captain’s stock of + brandy. Francesco felt this to be a great hardship. More than any other + sailor he felt the need of his usual stimulant. It was very tantalizing to + him to see the captain partaking of his private stock of brandy while he + was compelled to get along on water. + </p> + <p> + “The captain is too mucha selfish,” he said one day to a fellow-sailor. + “He should share his brandy with the men.” + </p> + <p> + Ben Brady, the sailor to whom he was speaking, shrugged his shoulders. + </p> + <p> + “I think I will try some of the captain’s brandy when he is away,” said + Francesco, slyly. + </p> + <p> + “If you do, you will get into trouble. The captain will half murder you if + he finds it out.” + </p> + <p> + “He is not captain now—we are all equal—all comrades. We are + not on ze sheep.” + </p> + <p> + “Take my advice, Francesco, and leave the brandy alone.” + </p> + <p> + Francesco did not reply, but he became more and more bent on his design. + </p> + <p> + He watched the captain, and ascertained where he kept his secret store. + Then he watched his opportunity to help himself. It was some time before + he had an opportunity to do so unobserved, but at length the chance came. + </p> + <p> + The first draught brought light to his eyes, and made him smack his lips + with enjoyment. It was so long since he had tasted the forbidden nectar + that he drank again and again. Finally he found himself overcome by his + potations, and sank upon the ground in a drunken stupor. + </p> + <p> + He was getting over the effects when, to his ill-luck, the captain + returned from his usual solitary ramble. + </p> + <p> + “He has been at my brandy!” Captain Hill said to himself, with flaming + eyes. “The fool shall pay dearly for his temerity.” + </p> + <p> + He advanced hastily to the prostrate man, and administered a severe kick, + which at once aroused the half-stupefied man. + </p> + <p> + Francesco looked up with alarm, for the captain was a much larger and + stronger man than himself. + </p> + <p> + “Pardon, signor captain,” he entreated. + </p> + <p> + “You have been drinking my brandy, you beast,” said Captain Hill, + furiously. + </p> + <p> + I draw a veil over the brutal treatment poor Francesco received. When it + was over he crawled away, beaten and humiliated, but in his eye there was + a dangerous light that boded no good to the captain. + </p> + <p> + Presently Francesco began to absent himself. Where he went no one knew or + cared, but he, too, would be away all day. His small, black eyes glowed + with smoldering fires of hatred whenever he looked at the captain, but his + looks were always furtive, and so for the most part escaped observation. + </p> + <p> + One day Captain Hill stood in contemplation on the edge of a precipitous + bluff, looking seaward. His hands were folded, and he looked thoughtful. + His back was turned, so he could not, therefore, see a figure stealthily + approaching, the face distorted by murderous hate, the hand holding a + long, slender knife. Fate was approaching him in the person of a deadly + enemy. He did not know that day by day Francesco had dogged his steps, + watching for the opportunity which had at last come. + </p> + <p> + So stealthy was the pace, and so silent the approach of the foe, that the + captain believed himself wholly alone till he felt a sharp lunge, as the + stiletto entered his back between his shoulders. He staggered, but turned + suddenly, all his senses now on the alert, and discovered who had assailed + him. + </p> + <p> + “Ha! it is you!” he exclaimed wrathfully, seizing the Italian by the + throat. “Dog, what would you do?” + </p> + <p> + “Kill you!” hissed the Italian, and with the remnant of his strength he + thrust the knife farther into his enemy’s body. + </p> + <p> + The captain turned white, and he staggered, still standing on the brink of + the precipice. + </p> + <p> + Perceiving it, and not thinking of his own danger, Francesco gave him a + push, and losing his balance the captain fell over the edge, a distance of + sixty feet, upon the jagged rocks beneath. But not alone! Still retaining + his fierce clutch upon the Italian’s throat, the murderer, too, fell with + him, and both were stretched in an instant, mangled and lifeless, at the + bottom of the precipice. + </p> + <p> + When night came, and neither returned, it was thought singular, but the + night was dark, and they were unprovided with lanterns, so that the search + was postponed till morning. It was only after a search of several hours + that the two were found. + </p> + <p> + After the captain’s death two distinct camps were still maintained, but + the most cordial relations existed between them. At the suggestion of the + mate, an inventory was made of the stock of provisions, and to each camp + was assigned an amount proportioned to the number of men which it + contained. + </p> + <p> + There was no immediate prospect of want. Still, the more prudent regarded + with anxiety the steady diminution of the stock remaining, and an attempt + to eke them out by fresh fish caught off the island. But the inevitable + day was only postponed. At length only a week’s provisions remained. The + condition was becoming serious. + </p> + <p> + “What shall we do?” was the question put to Mr. Holdfast, who was now + looked upon by all as their leader and chief. + </p> + <p> + Upon this the mate called a general meeting of all upon the island, + sailors and passengers alike. + </p> + <p> + “My friends,” he said, “it is useless to conceal our situation. We are + nearly out of provisions, and though we may manage to subsist upon the + fish we catch, and other esculents native to this spot, it will be a daily + fight against starvation. I have been asked what we are to do. I prefer + rather to call for suggestions from you. What have you to suggest?” + </p> + <p> + “In my view there are two courses open to us,” said Mr. Stubbs, finding + that no one else appeared to have anything to propose. “We must remain + here and eat the rest of our provisions, but there seems very little + chance of our attracting the attention of any passing vessel. We appear to + be out of the ordinary course. Of course, it is possible that some ship + may have passed the island without attracting our notice. What is your + opinion, Mr. Holdfast?” + </p> + <p> + “The flag of the Nantucket, as you know, has floated night and day from a + pole erected on a high bluff,” said the mate. “The chances are that if any + vessel had come sufficiently near it would have attracted attention, and + led to a boat being lowered, and an exploring party sent thither.” + </p> + <p> + “While we’ve got any provisions left,” said the boatswain, “let us take + the boats, and pull out to sea. We can go where the ships are, and then + we’ll have some chance. They’ll never find us here, leastways, such is my + opinion.” + </p> + <p> + “My friends,” said the mate, “you have heard the proposal made by the + boatswain. All who are in favor of it will please raise their right hand.” + </p> + <p> + All voted in the affirmative. + </p> + <p> + “My friends,” said Mr. Holdfast, “it seems to be the unanimous sentiment + that we leave the island, and sail out far enough to be in the course of + passing vessels. I concur in the expediency of this step, and am ready to + command one of the boats. Mr. Harrison will command the other.” + </p> + <p> + “How soon shall we start?” asked a passenger. + </p> + <p> + “The sooner the better! To-morrow morning, if it is pleasant.” + </p> + <p> + This decision pleased all. Something was to be done, and hope was + rekindled in the breasts of all. Heretofore they had been living on, + without hope or prospect of release. Now they were to set out boldly, and + though there was the possibility of failure, there was also a chance of + deliverance. + </p> + <p> + No sooner was the decision made than all hands went to work to prepare for + embarking. + </p> + <p> + In the appointment of passengers, Mr. Holdfast, who commanded the long + boat, retained Harry, the professor and Clinton. Six sailors, including + Jack Pendleton, made up the complement. + </p> + <p> + “I am glad you are going to be with us, Jack,” said Harry, joyfully. “I + shouldn’t like to be separated from you.” + </p> + <p> + “Nor I from you, Harry,” returned Jack. + </p> + <p> + At eight o’clock the next morning they started. As the island faded in the + distance, all looked back thoughtfully at their sometime home. + </p> + <p> + Three days the boats floated about on the bosom of the ocean—three + days and nights of anxiety, during which no sail was visible. But at + length a ship was sighted. + </p> + <p> + “In one way or another we must try to attract attention,” said the mate. + </p> + <p> + Not to protract the reader’s suspense, let me say that by great good + fortune the mate of the approaching ship, in sweeping the ocean with his + glass caught sight of the two boats, and changed the course of the vessel + so as to fall in with them. + </p> + <p> + “Who are you?” he hailed. + </p> + <p> + “Shipwrecked sailors and passengers of the ship Nantucket,” was the answer + of Mr. Holdfast. + </p> + <p> + They were taken on board, and discovered that the vessel was the Phocis, + from New York, bound for Melbourne. + </p> + <p> + “We shall reach our destination after all, then, professor,” said Harry, + “and you will be able to give your entertainments as you at first + proposed.” + </p> + <p> + Professor Hemenway shook his head. + </p> + <p> + “I shall take the first steamer home,” he said. “My wife will be anxious + about me, and even now is in doubt whether I am alive or dead. You can + return with me, if you like.” + </p> + <p> + “No,” answered Harry. “After the trouble I have had in getting to + Australia, I mean to stay long enough to see what sort of a country it is. + I think I can make a living in one way or another, and if I can’t, I will + send to America for the money I have there.” + </p> + <p> + In due time they reached Melbourne, without further mischance. Harry + induced Jack to remain with him, but Mr. Clinton, with a new stock of + trousers, purchased in Melbourne, returned to America on the same steamer + with the professor. + </p> + <p> + Here we leave Harry and Jack to pursue their course to such eminence as + they may desire from the characteristics they have portrayed in this + narrative. + </p> + <h3> + THE END + </h3> + <div style="height: 6em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Facing the World, by Horatio Alger + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK FACING THE WORLD *** + +***** This file should be named 6461-h.htm or 6461-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/6/4/6/6461/ + +Produced by Karen Fabrizius, Charles Franks and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team + +This HTML file produced by David Widger + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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