CHAPTER XV --“A HOME ON THE ROLLING DEEP”

FOR once the humorous expression had vanished from Captain Kempt’s face,

and that good-natured man sat in the dainty drawing-room of the flat a

picture of perplexity. Dorothy had told him the story of the Nihilist,

saying she intended to purchase the yacht, and outlining what she

proposed to do with it when it was her own. Now she sat silent opposite

the genial Captain, while Katherine stood by the window, and talked

enough for two, sometimes waxing indignant, and occasionally giving, in

terse language, an opinion of her father, as is the blessed privilege

of every girl born in the land of the free, while the father took the

censure with the unprotesting mildness of his nature.

“My dear girls, you really must listen to reason. What you propose to

do is so absurd that it doesn’t even admit of argument. Why, it’s a

filibustering expedition, that’s what it is. You girls are as crazy as

Walker of Nicaragua. Do you imagine that a retired Captain of the United

States Navy is going to take command of a pirate craft of far less legal

standing than the ‘Alabama,’ for then we were at war, but now we are

at peace. Do you actually propose to attack the domain of a friendly

country! Oh!” cried the Captain, with a mighty explosion of breath, for

at this point his supply of language entirely gave out.

“No one would know anything about it,” persisted Katherine.

“Not know about it? With a crew of men picked up here in New York, and

coming back to New York? Not know about it? Bless my soul, the papers

would be full of it before your men were an hour on shore. In the first

place, you’d never find the rock.”

“Then what’s the harm of going in search of it?” demanded his daughter.

“Besides that, Johnson knows exactly where it is.”

“Johnson, Johnson! You’re surely not silly enough to believe Johnson’s

cock-and-bull story?”

“I believe every syllable he uttered. The man’s face showed that he was

speaking the truth.”

“But, my dear Kate, you didn’t see him at all, as I understand the yarn.

He was here alone with you, was he not, Dorothy?”

Dorothy smiled sadly.

“I told Kate all about it, and gave my own impression of the man’s

appearance.”

“You are too sensible a girl to place any credit in what he said,

surely?”

“I did believe him, nevertheless,” replied Dorothy.

“Why, look you here. False in one thing, false in all. I’ll just take a

single point. He speaks of a spring sending water through the cells

up there in the rock. Now, that is an impossibility. Wherever a spring

exists, it comes from a source higher than itself.”

“There are lots of springs up in the mountains,” interrupted Katherine.

“I know one on Mount Washington that is ten times as high as the rock in

the Baltic.”

“Quite so, Katherine, quite so, but nevertheless there is a lake,

subterraneous or above ground, which feeds your White Mountain spring,

and such a lake must be situated higher than the spring is. Why, girl,

you ought to study hydrometeorology as well as chemistry. Here is a rock

jutting up in midocean--”

“It’s in the Baltic, near the Russian coast,” snapped Kate, “and I’ve no

doubt there are mountains in Finland that contain the lake which feeds

the spring.”

“How far is that rock from the Finnish coast, then?”

“Two miles and a half,” said Kate, quick as an arrow speeding from a

bow.

“Captain, we don’t know how far it is from the coast,” amended Dorothy.

“I’ll never believe the thing exists at all.”

“Why, yes it does, father. How can you speak like that? Don’t you know

Lieutenant Drummond fired at it?”

“How do you know it was the same rock?”

“Because the rock fired back at him. There can’t be two like that in the

Baltic.”

“No, nor one either,” said the Captain, nearing the end of his patience.

“Captain Kempt,” said Dorothy very soothingly, as if she desired to

quell the rising storm, “you take the allegation about the spring of

water to prove that Johnson was telling untruths. I expect him here

within an hour, and I will arrange that you have an opportunity,

privately, of cross-examining him. I think when you see the man, and

listen to him, you will believe. What makes me so sure that he is

telling the truth is the fact that he mentioned the foreign vessel

firing at this rock, which I knew to be true, and which he could not

possibly have learned anything about.”

“He might very well have learned all particulars from the papers,

Dorothy. They were full enough of the subject at the time, and,

remembering this, he thought to strengthen his story by--”

Katherine interrupted with great scorn.

“By adding verisimilitude to an otherwise bald and unconvincing

narrative.”

“Quite so, Kate; exactly what I was going to say myself. But to come

back to the project itself. Granting the existence of the rock, granting

the truth of Johnson’s story, granting everything, granting even that

the young men are imprisoned there, of which we have not the slightest

proof, we could no more succeed in capturing that place from a frail

pleasure yacht--”

“It’s built like a cruiser,” said Katherine.

“Even if it were built like a battleship we would have no chance

whatever. Why, that rock might defy a regular fleet. Our venture would

simply be a marine Jameson Raid which would set the whole world laughing

when people came to hear of it.”

“Johnson said he could take it with half a dozen men.”

“No, Kate,” corrected Dorothy, “he said the very reverse; that two or

three determined men on the rock with repeating rifles could defeat a

host. It was I who suggested that we should throw a shell, and then rush

the entrance in the confusion.”

Captain Kempt threw up his hands in a gesture of despair.

“Great heavens, Dorothy Amhurst, whom I have always regarded as the

mildest, sweetest and most charming of girls; to hear you calmly

propose to throw a shell among a lot of innocent men defending their own

territory against a perfectly unauthorized invasion! Throw a shell, say

you, as if you were talking of tossing a copper to a beggar! Oh, Lord,

I’m growing old. What will become of this younger generation? Well, I

give it up. Dorothy, my dear, whatever will happen to those unfortunate

Russians, I shall never recover from the shock of your shell. The thing

is absolutely impossible. Can’t you see that the moment you get down to

details? How are you going to procure your shells, or your shell-firing

gun? They are not to be bought at the first hardware store you come to

on Sixth Avenue.”

“Johnson says he can get them,” proclaimed Kate with finality.

“Oh, damn Johnson! Dorothy, I beg your pardon, but really, this daughter

of mine, combined with that Johnson of yours, is just a little more than

I can bear.”

“Then what are we to do?” demanded his daughter. “Sit here with folded

hands?”

“That would be a great deal better than what you propose. You should do

something sane. You mustn’t involve a pair of friendly countries in

war. Of course the United States would utterly disclaim your act, and

discredit me if I were lunatic enough to undertake such a wild goose

chase, which I’m not; but, on the other hand, if two of our girls

undertook such an expedition, no man can predict the public clamor that

might arise. Why, when the newspapers get hold of a question, you never

know where they will end it. Undoubtedly you two girls should be sent

to prison, and, with equal undoubtedness, the American people wouldn’t

permit it.”

“You bet they wouldn’t,” said Katherine, dropping into slang.

“Well, then, if they wouldn’t, there’s war.”

“One moment, Captain Kempt,” said Dorothy, again in her mildest tones,

for voices had again begun to run high, “you spoke of doing something

sane. You understand the situation. What should you counsel us to do?”

The Captain drew a long breath, and leaned back in his chair.

“There, Dad, it’s up to you,” said Katherine. “Let us hear your

proposal, and then you’ll learn how easy it is to criticise.”

“Well,” said the Captain hesitatingly, “there’s our diplomatic

service--”

“Utterly useless: one man is a Russian, and the other an Englishman.

Diplomacy not only can do nothing, but won’t even try,” cried Kate

triumphantly.

“Yet,” said the Captain, with little confidence, “although the two men

are foreigners, the two girls are Americans.”

“We don’t count: we’ve no votes,” said Kate. “Besides, Dorothy tried the

diplomatic service, and could not even get accurate information from it.

Now, father, third time and out.”

“Four balls are out, Kate, and I’ve only fanned the air twice. Now,

girls, I’ll tell you what I’d do. You two come with me to Washington.

We will seek a private interview with the President. He will get into

communication with the Czar, also privately, and outside of all regular

channels. The Czar will put machinery in motion that is sure to

produce those two young men much more effectually and speedily than any

cutthroat expedition on a yacht.”

“I think,” said Dorothy, “that is an excellent plan.”

“Of course it is,” cried the Captain enthusiastically. “Don’t you see

the pull the President will have? Why, they’ve put an Englishman into

‘the jug,’ and when the President communicates this fact to the Czar

he will be afraid to refuse, knowing that the next appeal may be from

America to England, and when you add a couple of American girls to that

political mix-up, why, what chance has the Czar?”

“The point you raise, Captain,” said Dorothy, “is one I wish to say a

few words about. The President cannot get Mr. Drummond released, because

the Czar and all his government will be compelled to deny that they

know anything of him. Even the President couldn’t guarantee that the

Englishman would keep silence if he were set at liberty. The Czar

would know that, but your plan would undoubtedly produce Prince Ivan

Lermontoff. All the president has to do is to tell the Czar that the

Prince is engaged to an American girl, and Lermontoff will be allowed to

go.”

“But,” objected the Captain, “as the Prince knows the Englishman is in

prison, how could they be sure of John keeping quiet when Drummond is

his best friend?”

“He cannot know that, because the Prince was arrested several days

before Drummond was.

“They have probably chucked them both into the same cell,” said the

Captain, but Dorothy shook her head.

“If they had intended to do that, they would doubtless have arrested

them together. I am sure that one does not know the fate of the other,

therefore the Czar can quite readily let Lermontoff go, and he is

certain to do that at a word from the President. Besides this, I am

as confident that Jack is not in the Trogzmondoff, as I am sure that

Drummond is. Johnson said it was a prison for foreigners.”

“Oh, Dorothy,” cried the Captain, with a deep sigh, “if we’ve got back

again to Johnson--” He waved his hand and shook his head.

The maid opened the door and said, looking at Dorothy:

“Mr. Paterson and Mr. Johnson.”

“Just show them into the morning room,” said Dorothy, rising. “Captain

Kempt, it is awfully good of you to have listened so patiently to a

scheme of which you couldn’t possibly approve.”

“Patiently!” sniffed the daughter.

“Now I want you to do me another kindness.”

She went to the desk and picked up a piece of paper.

“Here is a check I have signed--a blank check. I wish you to buy the

yacht ‘Walrus’ just as she stands, and make the best bargain you can for

me. A man is so much better at this kind of negotiation than a woman.”

“But surely, my dear Dorothy, you won’t persist in buying this yacht?”

“It’s her own money, father,” put in Katherine.

“Keep quiet,” said the Captain, rising, for the first time speaking with

real severity, whereupon Katherine, in spite of the fact that she was

older than twenty-one, was wise enough to obey.

“Yes, I am quite determined, Captain,” said Dorothy sweetly.

“But, my dear woman, don’t you see how you’ve been hoodwinked by this

man Johnson? He is shy of a job. He has already swindled you out of

twenty thousand dollars.”

“No, he asked for ten only, Captain Kempt, and I voluntarily doubled the

amount.”

“Nevertheless, he has worked you up to believe that these young men

are in that rock. He has done this for a very crafty purpose, and his

purpose seems likely to succeed. He knows he will be well paid, and you

have promised him a bonus besides. If he, with his Captain Kidd crew,

gets you on that yacht, you will only step ashore by giving him every

penny you possess. That’s his object. He knows you are starting out to

commit a crime--that’s the word, Dorothy, there’s no use in our mincing

matters--you will be perfectly helpless in his hands. Of course, I could

not allow my daughter Kate to go on such an expedition.”

“I am over twenty-one years old,” cried Kate, the light of rebellion in

her eyes.

“I do not intend that either of you shall go, Katherine.”

“Dorothy, I’ll not submit to that,” cried Katherine, with a rising

tremor of anger in her voice, “I shall not be set aside like a child.

Who has more at stake than I? And as for capturing the rock, I’ll

dynamite it myself, and bring home as large a specimen of it as the

yacht will carry, and set it up on Bedloe’s Island beside the Goddess

and say, ‘There’s your statue of Liberty, and there’s your statue of

Tyranny!’”

“Katherine,” chided her father, “I never before believed that a child of

mine could talk such driveling nonsense.”

“Paternal heredity, father,” retorted Kate.

“Your Presidential plan, Captain Kempt,” interposed Dorothy, “is

excellent so far as Prince Lermontoff is concerned, but it cannot rescue

Lieutenant Drummond. Now, there are two things you can do for me that

will make me always your debtor, as, indeed, I am already, and the first

is to purchase for me the yacht. The second is to form your own judgment

of the man Johnson, and if you distrust him, then engage for me one-half

the crew, and see that they are picked Americans.”

“First sane idea I have heard since I came into this flat,” growled the

Captain.

“The Americans won’t let the Finlander hold me for ransom, you may

depend upon that.”

It was a woe-begone look the gallant Captain cast on the demure and

determined maiden, then, feeling his daughter’s eye upon him, he turned

toward her.

“I’m going, father,” she said, with a firmness quite equal to his own,

and he on his part recognized when his daughter had toed the danger

line. He indulged in a laugh that had little of mirth in it.

“All I can say is that I am thankful you haven’t made up your minds to

kidnap the Czar. Of course you are going, Kate, So am I.”

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