Part 14 (2/2)

”My patient seems a bit better,” I announced, sitting down opposite Miss Wallace.

”Your patient?” that young woman repeated.

”Yes, I find I have a guest to share my cabin with me, and he has begun by yielding to an attack of _mal-de-mer_.”

”Is this a conundrum? I'm not good at them.” This from Miss Berry.

”No, it's a stowaway. The conundrum is to know what to do with the little rascal.”

”Meaning who?”

”James A. Garfield Welch. I found him tucked away in my berth, very much the worse for wear.”

The Englishman helped himself to asparagus tips and laughed.

”He's certainly a persevering young beggar. He hung around me for three days trying to persuade me to take him. Now he's here on French leave.”

”He'll have to make himself useful, now he's here. The little idiot imagines himself a sort of boy pirate, so he explained to me. I'm going to try to introduce a little sense into his system by means of a strap applied to the cuticle.”

”Oh, I wouldn't,” Evelyn begged quickly. ”Poor fellow! I daresay he wanted to come as badly as we did.”

”He happens to have a mother,” I added dryly. ”She's no doubt worrying her life out about the young pirate. I really think we owe him a licking on her account.”

”Poor woman! She must be feeling dreadfully. Isn't there any way of letting her know that he is safe?” Miss Berry asked.

”We'll have to call in at San Pedro, though that means the loss of a day. We can send the youngster home from Los Angeles,” Blythe suggested.

”If his mother is willing, Jimmie might go on with us. He would be useful to run errands,” Evelyn proposed.

”Jimmie has a staunch friend in you, Miss Wallace. We'll think it over.

There's plenty of time before we reach Los Angeles,” our captain answered. ”He can take the upper berth in the cook's cabin. Have him moved after dinner, Morgan.”

We lingered after dinner till the second dog watch was over, when Blythe excused himself to go on deck. I soon followed him, for though I am no sailor I was rated as second officer on the _Argos_, Mott being the first.

I had not yet had a good view of the crew and I looked them over carefully as Blythe divided them in watches. They appeared a lively enough lot, though it struck me that one or two showed sullen faces.

Caine, the boatswain, was a villainous looking fellow, due in part to the squint of his eyes that set them at different angles. But he turned out a thoroughly capable man with a knack of getting out of the men all that was in them.

Under Mott's supervision I took a turn at the wheel, for I did not intend, if I could help it, to be deadwood throughout the whole cruise.

I could see Miss Wallace pacing the deck with Blythe for hours, his cigar tip glowing in the darkness as they advanced toward the wheel house. I would have liked to join them, but I had set out to make of myself enough of a sailor to serve at a pinch, and I stuck to my task.

It was late when I reached my cabin. I must have fallen asleep at once, for it was day again before I knew anything more.

We met at breakfast, the four of us, and not one but was touched by the loveliness of which we were the center. It was not a new story to Blythe--this blue arched roof of sky, this broad stretch of sea, this warm sun on a day cool enough to invigorate the blood--but he too showed a lively pleasure in it.

Miss Berry took some fancy work and a magazine with her on deck and spent the morning placidly in a steamer chair, but her niece and I were too full of our pleasure to rest so contentedly.

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