Part 16 (2/2)
He held the soft hand and fluttering fingers a trifle longer than was absolutely necessary, and after he released them he stood watching her lithe figure until she disappeared.
When Drew left the _Bertha Hamilton_ he was treading on air and his head was in the clouds.
His dream had come true--part of it at least. He had found her, had talked with her. He was going to sail in the same s.h.i.+p with her. They would be thrown together constantly in the enforced intimacy of an ocean voyage. He would see her in the morning, in the afternoon, in the evening. And at last he would win her. The last part of his dream would be realized as surely as the first had been.
But when he got back to the shop he found that he was in a practical world whose claims refused to be ignored. Winters still needed a lot of coaching, and the time was short. The business must not suffer while Drew was gone.
One thing lifted from his shoulders some of the weight of responsibility. Tyke would be at hand to superintend things and to keep a check on Winter's inexperience. To be sure, he would be in the hospital for some time to come, but Winters could go to see him every evening, and get help in his problems.
The _Bertha Hamilton_ was to sail at high tide on Thursday morning, and by Wednesday night Drew had sent his baggage on board and had settled the last item that belonged to Tyke's part of the contract. Everything from now on was in the hands of Captain Hamilton.
He went up to the hospital to report to his employer and to say farewell. They talked long and late, and both were strongly moved when they shook hands in parting. Who knew what might happen before they met again? Who knew that they ever would meet again?
”Good-bye, Mr. Grimshaw,” said Drew. ”I hope you'll be as well and as strong as ever when I get back.”
”Good-bye, Allen,” responded Tyke, with a suspicious moisture in his eyes. ”I'll be rooting for you an' thinking of you all the time.
Good-bye an' good luck.”
At daybreak the next morning Drew stepped on board the _Bertha Hamilton_ and the most thrilling experience of his life had begun.
CHAPTER XIII
STORM SIGNALS
Naturally Drew's first thought as he glanced about the vessel, was of Ruth. But it was too early for the young lady to be in evidence.
Captain Hamilton met him with a cordial grasp of the hand, and took him down to the room a.s.signed to him for the voyage. It was one of a series of staterooms on either side of a narrow corridor aft, and, although of course small, it was snug and comfortable.
There was a berth built against one side of the room. Apart from a tiny washstand, with bowl and pitcher, and a small swinging rack for a few books, a chair completed the equipment of the stateroom. The room was immaculately neat and clean, and in a gla.s.s on the washstand was a tiny bunch of violets. Drew wondered who had put it there.
”Rather cramped,” laughed the captain; ”but we sailors have learned how to live in close quarters, and you'll soon get used to it. There are some drawers built into the side where you can put your clothes, and your trunk and bags can go under the berth.”
Drew, with his eyes and thoughts on the flowers, hastened to a.s.sure the captain that there was plenty of room.
”The stateroom next to yours, I had set aside for Tyke,” said Captain Hamilton regretfully. ”It's too bad that the old boy isn't coming.
The one on the other side is Parmalee's.”
”I suppose he hasn't come aboard yet?” half questioned Drew, as he unstrapped his bags, preparatory to putting their contents in the drawers.
”Oh, yes he has,” returned the captain. ”He came aboard last night. I suppose he's still asleep. Haven't heard him stirring yet.”
”What time do you expect to pull out?” asked Drew.
”Almost any minute now. We've got everything aboard and we're only waiting for the tug that will take us down the bay. The wind's not so fair this morning.”
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