CHAPTER IV.

AN ILL-TIMED EXCURSION.

A long, dreary time of waiting was it for Ben as he crouched behind the

platform lest the doctor should see and order him away; but whenever

he was disposed to yield to the fatigue which prompted him to return

to the schooner, he glanced at the pale face of Gertie on which was

written deep sorrow and an almost overpowering weariness, and self was

forgotten for her who seemed so entirely alone.

During such times as the quack had sufficient customers to keep him

busy, Gertie and Ben could talk unrestrainedly; but whenever he had a

few leisure moments, or there was a demand for a song, Master Clark

deemed it best to remain out of sight, and thus he played a tedious

game of hide-and-seek from early morning until nearly nine o’clock in

the evening. The doctor had not thought it necessary that either his

assistant or himself should have anything to eat, and, as a matter of

course, no food had passed Ben’s lips since that which he had partaken

of so early in the day.

The public appeared to be more hungry for medicine after sunset than

before, and just when Ben was thinking it was nearly midnight, Dr.

Harlan said to Gertie:

“The schooner must have been hauled in at one of the piers by this

time. If you think you can find her you may go now, for I shall stay

here a good while longer.”

The child hesitated; much as she wanted to be on board the Sea Queen,

out of sight of the crowd and beyond the sound of her step-father’s

disagreeable voice, she did not dare attempt to make her way in the

dark through the streets of a strange town alone. For the moment she

had forgotten that Ben was close at hand, and he reminded her of this

fact by stepping boldly in front of the doctor, as he said:

“I’ll show her the way to the Sea Queen.”

The quack looked scrutinizingly at the boy as if questioning whether he

had ever seen him, and then suddenly remembering his face, replied:

“Oh, you belong on board the schooner. Very well, take the child with

you, and see that she has something to eat before going to bed.”

Ben did not wait for anything more; he felt that he would be perfectly

happy had he been large enough to read with impunity the doctor a

severe lesson, with his treatment of a step-daughter as the text; but

that being out of the question, he did the next best thing, which was

to hurry her away from the red-covered platform and the glare of the

gasoline lamps as quickly as possible.

Once on the ground he clasped Gertie tightly by the hand and started

at a rapid pace in the direction where he supposed the schooner to

be lying; but before the two had gotten beyond the reflection of the

medicine vender’s lights, they heard the familiar voice of Jake,

shouting:

“Hold on, my hearties, while I take you in tow,” and as the cook

approached he asked, “Where are you bound?”

“To the schooner. Gertie couldn’t get away before, and I stayed with

her.”

“You’ll never fetch the Sea Queen steerin’ that course. She’s lyin’

down here a bit, an’ I was afraid you’d start wrong, so I come up to

set you right. Where did you get dinner?”

“We didn’t have any,” Ben replied emphatically. “That doctor kept right

on sellin’ his stuff an’ wouldn’t stop for anything.”

“Hasn’t the little girl had a bite to eat since morning?” Jake asked in

astonishment, as he halted suddenly and faced the children.

“Not a mouthful, an’ she’s had to sing as many as twenty times.”

“Well,” and the cook spoke in a determined tone as he turned that the

walk might be continued, “if Captain Irwin don’t give that quack a

piece of his mind I will, an’ he’ll understand what I say for a fact.

But come on; don’t stay here when you must be pretty near starved to

death. The fire is still goin’ in the galley, an’ I’ll give you a good

square supper if it takes all the stores aboard the schooner.”

Since Jake was the only one who was retarding the progress of the

party, it was not difficult to carry his suggestion into effect, and

he was so eager to arrive at the vessel that he insisted, despite her

protestations, on taking Gertie in his arms, thus bringing the walk to

a more speedy conclusion.

It was not until after the children had partaken of what seemed to

be a veritable feast, even though it was served on deck just outside

the galley door, that any lengthy conversation was held, owing to the

fact that both had fallen asleep almost before Jake began his culinary

operations. The food drove the slumber from their eyelids for the time

being, and once this had been effected, Ben’s thoughts immediately

returned to his desire to aid Gertie.

“Supposin’ she an’ I should run away an’ hide, would Captain Irwin stop

here for us when he comes back from Mexico?”

“He couldn’t promise for sure,” Jake replied thoughtfully, “for you see

he might get a charter that would prevent him from comin’ near this

place, an’ then agin I don’t reckon he’d listen to anything of the

kind. The doctor wouldn’t be very likely to go on with us if the girl

was missin’, an’ if he stayed behind he’d be sure to find her, ’cause

this is nothin’ but a small island that could be hunted over from one

end to another in a little while.”

“I’d risk his gettin’ a sight of us if we was once clear of him.”

“What would you eat, or where could you sleep? I tell you, Ben, things

look kinder blue just now for the little girl, but she might be a good

deal worse off if she should try to run away. At all events she won’t

have to sing in this town any more, for when I told Captain Jack what

her step-father was doin’, he said he’d put a stop to some of it by

sailin’ to-morrow noon, though he hadn’t intended to leave till the

next day. I’ve been thinkin’ that when we get to Tampico we could go to

the American consul, an’ perhaps he would do somethin’ to help her out

of the scrape.”

“Do you suppose he would send me back to Mrs. Martin?” Gertie asked

eagerly.

“I reckon he might. Ben an’ I could tell him the whole story, an’ it

seems to me as if he would contrive to straighten things out. I’ve

known of worse cases that were fixed up in proper shape by these ’ere

consuls.”

At this suggestion of the cook’s, the first he had made regarding the

matter which appeared at all feasible, both the children immediately

became excited, despite their extreme weariness. Ben had a dozen

questions to ask regarding the possible or probable duties of a consul,

and although Jake had very little positive knowledge on the subject, he

answered each one promptly, concluding by saying:

“You can both make up your minds the whole thing will be fixed jest as

soon as I tell the story, an’ perhaps Gertie will be sent back on this

same schooner. Now that we’ve settled the matter, s’posen we all turn

in an’ bottle up a little sleep while that precious quack of ours is

humbuggin’ the natives.”

This was another good suggestion, and Gertie went into her state-room

as Ben started for the forecastle, both thinking that the cook of the

Sea Queen was a very learned and able adviser.

On the following morning Dr. Harlan was ready for breakfast at an

unusually early hour, and Ben was beginning to fear that Gertie would

be obliged to go on shore again, when Captain Irwin said curtly:

“You will have just time to get your traps on board before we are ready

to cast off once more.”

“But, my dear sir,” the doctor replied in a tone of such evident

disappointment that the cabin-boy could with difficulty repress the

most extravagant demonstrations of pleasure, “I understood you to say

that we would remain here several days.”

“I have changed my mind since yesterday afternoon,” the captain replied

stiffly. “We have got a good wind with which to get out of the harbor,

and I want to take advantage of it before twelve o’clock.”

The doctor did not reply, but displayed no small amount of ill-temper

by finding fault with everything brought him for breakfast, and by

sending back first one article of food and then another to have it

prepared differently, until Jake flatly declared that “he’d be boiled

before he would fool around with the quack any longer.”

Captain Irwin was obliged to do a great deal of work which would

otherwise have been unnecessary, in order to leave the port that day,

and the cheerfulness with which he set about it showed how eager he was

to save Gertie the humiliation of aiding in the patent-medicine sales.

During the forenoon the doctor brought his baggage onto the pier, and

very sulky and disagreeable did he look. He called gruffly to Jake,

ordering him to aid in taking the goods on board, and the cook quite

as gruffly replied that he “shipped to look out for the grub, not the

freight;” which made the medicine-vender so angry that he threatened to

flog the captain of the galley, but his ire apparently expended itself

in words.

It was nearly two o’clock before the Sea Queen left the wharf, with the

doctor confined to his state-room by a severe attack of the sulks, and

the cabin-boy so happy that he found it almost impossible to remain in

one spot more than two minutes at a time. Out the northwest channel,

which is directly opposite the one by which she entered the port, the

schooner sailed with a wind which came in fitful gusts, and before

midnight she was lying becalmed about five miles north of the Marquesas

Keys. So far as arriving at her destination was concerned it would have

been quite as well if she had remained at the pier in Key West, and Dr.

Harlan’s temper would have been in a much more satisfactory condition.

When the passengers came on deck the next morning, they found the Sea

Queen rocking lazily on the long swell of the ocean, her canvas hanging

idly to the spars, with not sufficient wind to lift the tiny thread of

blue which acted as a vane on the main topmast. Although the sun had

but just shown himself above the horizon, the air was so sultry as to

make even respiration seem difficult, and the glare from the water was

painfully dazzling. The awnings were spread over the quarter-deck, but

the shade thus afforded could not protect against the intense heat, and

from the captain to the cabin-boy every one felt thoroughly enervated.

As a matter of course, Jake was cooking breakfast, but he moved in a

listless manner, glancing from time to time at those who were lounging

aft as if reproaching them for being the cause of his standing over a

fire on such a morning.

Until four o’clock in the afternoon nothing could be seen on the glassy

surface of the water, and then Jake, who was smoking on the shady side

of the caboose, called Ben from the companion-way to look at a small,

round object floating about half a mile from the schooner.

“What is it?” the boy asked, feeling rather disappointed because that

which the cook pointed out was apparently so uninteresting.

“A turtle, an’ a good-sized one, too. He’s asleep, an’ it wouldn’t be a

hard job for any one as knows how to add him to the passenger list of

this ’ere schooner.”

Nothing more was required to plunge Ben into the highest state of

excitement. He was no longer conscious of the heat, so great was his

desire to catch a turtle, and as he ran toward the rail in order to get

a better view, he cried:

“Let’s try to get him, Jake. I can pull the small boat, and it wouldn’t

take two minutes to launch it.”

Jake looked around with the air of one who is willing to oblige a

friend in case it can be done without too much exertion, and then he

replied:

“If you’ll ask the captain to let us have the boat, I don’t know but

I’m willin’ to go, pervidin’ I can find my turtle-spear.”

Ben had no fear but that the weapon could readily be found, and in a

few seconds he had received the desired permission. The captain was

very fond of turtle-soup, and since it seemed probable that the Sea

Queen would remain where she was for some time, there was no reason why

the request should not be granted.

“What are you going to do?” Gertie asked as she saw the cabin-boy

bustling around much as if about to start on some important expedition.

“Out to get that fellow. Jake owns a spear, and I’m going to row the

boat while he catches him, same as if it was a whale.”

“I wish I could go.”

“Why can’t you? Ask the doctor an’ I’m sure he’ll let you.”

Singular as it may seem, the medicine-vender’s fit of the sulks had

been followed by something very nearly approaching an amiable frame of

mind, and after being assured by Captain Irwin that Gertie would be in

no danger, he readily gave permission for her to accompany the would-be

turtle-catchers.

One of the sailors aided Ben in launching the small boat, but declined

the invitation to join the party, giving as a reason that he “wasn’t

sich an ijut as to work a pair of oars when the weather was so hot,

jest on account of a sleepy turtle.” By the time the little craft was

in the water, Jake came on deck armed with his spear, to which was

attached a coil of stout cord.

The Sea Queen was loaded so deep that it was not a difficult matter to

get over the rail into the boat, and as the painter was cast off Jake

immediately assumed command by saying:

“Sit in the stern sheets, Gertie, an’ don’t so much as wink till we are

fast to that feller, then yell all you want to. Ben, you’re to pull on

to him, an’ remember that he’ll dive if you make the least little bit

of noise with the oars. I’ll stand chock up in the bows where I can

give you the course, an’ be ready to strike when we are near enough.”

There was no idea of disobeying orders. Gertie pushed herself far back

on the seat and gazed as intently at the turtle as did Jake, while Ben

tugged at the oars, directing the movements of the boat according to

the cook’s whispered commands.

The progress was not rapid, but it was silent, and in twenty minutes

Jake poised the spear for a cast. The turtle remained motionless upon

the water hardly more than five yards ahead.

[Illustration: +Ben held the oars while Jake poised the spear for a

cast.+]

Then the cook waved his hand for his crew to cease rowing, and Gertie

watched every movement as she literally held her breath in suspense.

During a moment as the boat glided slowly ahead the spear was held

aloft, then, after a quick backward motion, it was launched forward at

the full strength of the thrower’s arms, and in another instant the

splashing of the water told that the iron had struck its mark.

“Hurra!” Jake shouted excitedly, as the wounded turtle suddenly

disappeared, dragging after him the rope which the victorious cook

allowed to slip through his hands. “We’ve got him now, an’ I’d like to

see the man who says the thing could a-been done any better.”

“If the spear gets loose you’ll look in vain for him,” Ben cried, as

the rope was drawn taut and the boat began to glide swiftly through the

water, dragged by the captive faster than a man could have rowed.

“There’s no fear of that. The spear has a long barb which pulls out

sideways each end of the point, when it strikes, an’ that will hold

under the shell a good while longer than he can swim.”

The sport had now become too exciting to admit of any conversation. The

water foamed and boiled around the bow of the boat as she was drawn

along, and not one of the three paid any attention to the fact that

they were being carried swiftly away from the schooner.

After the first mad rush the turtle came to the surface, and Jake

coiled in the rope until the captive dashed off at full speed again,

when he was forced to pay it out or run the risk of being pulled

overboard. To relieve the strain on his arms he made the end of the

towing-line fast to the forward thwart, and on the boat sped as if

being propelled by steam. During more than an hour it was a series of

alternate onward rushes and halts, and then the novel steed so far gave

up the contest that it was possible to pull him in over the bow, all

hands being disposed to give him plenty of room because of his sharp,

parrot-like mouth, which opened and shut viciously.

“He ain’t so very large,” Jake said, as he seated himself on the

middle thwart, out of the reach of the snapping beak, and wiped the

perspiration from his face. “He’ll weigh more’n a hundred pounds,

though, an’ we’ve had as much fun as if he was twice as large. Now

we’ll be workin’ our way back to the schooner, for we must have a

decently long pull before us.”

As he spoke he gazed around the horizon in search of the Sea Queen,

suddenly uttering a low cry of alarm as he turned toward the stern of

the boat.

From the direction where he believed the schooner was lying, a huge

bank of fog which covered the water and obscured even the light of the

sun, was coming directly down upon them, and before either Gertie or

Ben realized the situation, the little craft and its occupants were

swallowed up by the cloud-like vapor.

They were in the open gulf without food, water, or means of guiding

their course, and unless the fog should disappear as rapidly as it had

come there was little possibility of ever seeing the Sea Queen again.

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