Part 37 (1/2)

”Halloo! wot do _you_ want?” exclaimed the curtain-raiser.

”Eh! tare an' ages!” cried Larry, in amazement. ”May I niver! Sure it's draimin' I am; an' the ghost o' Bill Jones is comed to see me!”

It was, indeed, no other than Bill Jones who stood revealed before him; but no friendly glance of recognition did his old comrade vouchsafe him.

He continued, after the first look of surprise, to frown steadily on the intruder.

”You've the advantage o' me, young man,” said Bill, in a stern, though subdued tone, for he feared to disturb the men on the stage; ”moreover, you've comed in where ye've got no right to be. When a man goes where he shouldn't ought to, an' things looks as if they wasn't all square, in them circ.u.mstances, blow high or blow low, I always goes straight for'ard an' shoves him out. If he don't shove easy, why, put on more steam--that's wot _I_ say.”

”But sure ye don't forgit me, Bill!” pleaded Larry, in amazement.

”Well, p'r'aps I don't, an' p'r'aps I do. W'en I last enjoyed the dishonour o' yer acquaintance, ye wos a blackguard. It ain't likely yer improved, so be good enough to back yer top-sails, and clear out.”

Bill Jones pointed, as he spoke, to the opening through which Larry had entered, but, suddenly changing his mind, he said, ”Hold on; there's a back door, an' it'll be easier to kick you through that than through the consart-room.”

So saying, Bill seized Larry O'Neil by the collar, and led that individual, in a state of helpless and wondering consternation, through a back door, where, however, instead of kicking him out, he released him, and suddenly changed his tone to an eager whisper.

”Oh! Larry, lad, I'm glad to see ye. Wherever did ye come from? I've no time to speak. Uncle Ned's jist buried, and Jim Crow comes on in three minutes. I had to pretend, ye know, 'cause it wouldn't do to let Jim see I know'd ye--that wos him on the stool--I know wot brought ye here--an' I've fund out who _she_ is. Where d'ye stop?”

Larry's surprise just permitted him to gasp out the words ”City Hotel,”

when a roar of laughter and applause met their ears, followed by the tinkle of a small bell. Bill sprang through the doorway, and slammed the door in his old comrade's face.

It would be difficult to say, looking at that face at that particular time, whether the owner thereof was mad or drunk--or both--so strangely did it wrinkle and contort as it gradually dawned upon its owner that Bill Jones, true to his present profession, was acting a part; that he knew about the mystery of Mademoiselle Nelina; was now acquainted with his, (Larry's), place of abode; and would infallibly find him out after the concert was over. As these things crossed his mind, Larry smote his thigh so often and so vigorously, that he ran the risk of being taken up for unwarrantably discharging his revolver in the streets, and he whistled once or twice so significantly, that at least five stray dogs answered to the call. At last he hitched up the band of his trousers, and, hastening round to the front door, essayed to re-enter the concert-room.

”Pay here, please,” cried the money-taker, in an extremely nasal tone, as he pa.s.sed the little hole in the wall.

”I've paid already,” answered Larry.

”Shew your check, then.”

”Sure I don't know what that is.”

The doorkeeper smiled contemptuously, and shut down with a bang the bar that kept off the public. Larry doubled his fist, and flushed crimson; then he remembered the importance of the business he had on hand, and quietly drew the requisite sum from his leather purse.

”Come along,” said he to Ned Sinton, on re-entering the room. ”I've see'd her; an' Bill Jones, too!”

”Bill Jones!” cried Ned and the captain simultaneously.

”Whist!” said Larry; ”don't be makin' people obsarve us. Come along home; it's all right--I'll tell ye all about it when we're out.”

In another minute the three friends were in the street, conversing eagerly and earnestly as they hastened to their quarters through the thronged and noisy streets of Sacramento.

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX.

DEEP PLOTS AND PLANS--BILL JONES RELATES HIS MISADVENTURES--MADEMOISELLE NELINA CONSENTS TO RUN OFF WITH LARRY O'NEIL--A YANKEE MUSICIAN OUTWITTED--THE ESCAPE.

As Larry had rightly antic.i.p.ated, Bill Jones made his appearance at the City Hotel the moment the concert was over, and found his old comrades waiting anxiously for him.

It did not take long to tell him how they had discovered the existence of Nelly Morgan, as we shall now call her, but it took much longer to drag from Bill the account of his career since they last met, and the explanation of how he came to be placed in his present circ.u.mstances.

”Ye see, friends,” said he, puffing at a pipe, from which, to look at him, one would suppose he derived most of his information, ”this is how it happened. When I set sail from the diggin's to come here for grub, I had a pleasant trip at first. But after a little things began to look bad; the feller that steered us lost his reckoning, an' so we took two or three wrong turns by way o' makin' short cuts. That's always how it Is. There's a proverb somewhere--”