Part 14 (1/2)

It was this impression on me that gave the impetus to my answer.

”Not too soon, I hope.”

Miss Berry joined us. I tucked her arm under mine and the three of us tramped the promenade deck. Mott went down to his dinner and Blythe took the wheel. My friend was an experienced sailor, and he had that dash of daring which somehow never results in disaster. We could see the men scurrying to and fro at his orders. The white sails began to belly out with the whistling wind.

Blythe roared an order down the speaking tube and swung round the spokes of the wheel. Straight toward the Golden Gate we sprang, bowling along with increasing speed. Past Tamalpais we scudded and through the narrows, out to the fresh Pacific like a bloodhound taking the scent.

”By the way she's going the _Argos_ smells treasure at our journey's end,” I laughed.

”Oh, I like this! Isn't it glorious?” the girl murmured.

”You come of sailor blood,” I reminded her. ”Many a girl would be in the hands of the s.h.i.+p's doctor already.”

”Didn't know we had a doctor on board.”

”Morgan will have to serve in lieu of one. But there goes the dinner gong. We must go and get ready.”

”I suppose so,” she sighed regretfully. ”But it's a pity to miss a moment of this. Do you see that glow on the water? Is that why it's called the Golden Gate?”

”I fancy the argonauts called it that because it was the pa.s.sage through which they pa.s.sed on their way to the gold fields. And for the same reason we can give it that name too.”

We moved to the stairway, which was in the pavilion, and descended to our rooms on the main deck.

As soon as I had entered mine I switched on the light and threw off my coat. Collar and tie followed the coat into the berth. I pa.s.sed into the bath room and washed. At the moment I flung the towel back on the rack a sound came to me from my bedroom. I turned quickly, to see a diminutive figure roll from the back of the bed and untangle itself from my coat.

”Please, I'm awful sick, Mr. Sedgwick,” a voice lugubriously groaned.

I stood staring at the little yellow face. The forlorn urchin was our office boy, Jimmie Welch.

”You young cub, what are you doing here?” I demanded.

”I'm a stowaway,” he groaned. ”Like Hall Hiccup, the Boy Pirate, you know. But, by crickey, I wouldn't a come if I'd a known it would be like this.”

”Didn't I tell you that you couldn't come? How did you get here?”

”Golly, I'm sick! I'm going to die.”

”Serves you right, you young rascal.”

I didn't blow him up any more just then. Instead I hurriedly offered first aid to the seasick. He felt a little better after that.

”I told Mr. Mott you had sent me on an errand. He thought I'd gone ash.o.r.e again, mebbe.”

”That's where you'll go as soon as we reach San Pedro.”

”Yes, sir. Hope so.” He groaned woefully. ”Thought you'd need a cabin boy, sir, but I'll never do it again, s'elp me.”

”I'm going to give you a licking as soon as you get well. Don't forget that. Now I have to leave you. I'll be back after a while. Go to sleep if you can.”

By reason of Jimmie I reached the dinner table as the soup was being removed. Only four of us messed in the cabin. Mott, the engineers, and Morgan had a separate table of their own aft.

”Late already, my boy. This won't do. s.h.i.+p's discipline, you know. Make a report and clear yourself,” Blythe called out as I entered.