OFF FOR JAMAICA
“He is the same old Hockley,” murmured Mark to Frank, when he got the
chance. “His friendliness was all put on.”
“No, I don’t think that, exactly,” returned Frank. “I think he meant
well, but he’s one of the kind who won’t let matters rest. I suppose it
galls him to think I had the better of that fight, and some day he’ll
try to square accounts.”
“In that case, Frank, you’ll have to be on guard.”
“Oh, don’t worry; I’ll keep my eyes open.”
As my old readers know, La Guayra is only a small seaport, located on a
stretch of land between the water and the high cliffs of the mountains.
It is a dirty, ill-smelling place, and nobody lives there who can help
it.
“I’m glad we haven’t to stop here long,” said Sam. “It smells like dead
fish and oil mixed. Where is the steamer?”
An hour later found them on board of the craft, an old-fashioned, tub
sort of an affair named the _Chester_. She was an English boat devoted
to the carrying trade between Trinidad, La Guayra, Kingston, and other
points in the Caribbean Sea. Her captain was named Jason Sudlip, and he
was a burly fellow, with a reddish face and black, piercing eyes.
“This boat ought to be called the _Chestnut_, instead of the
_Chester_,” remarked Darry, after he and the others had made a tour of
inspection. “She’s old enough to vote twice over. It’s a wonder she
hasn’t gone to pieces long ago.”
“Better not let the captain hear you talk like that,” came from Sam.
“We’re lucky to get passage, so I was told. Steamers for Kingston and
Havana are scarce.”
“She is no such steamer as brought us down from New York, that’s sure,”
put in Mark. “But knocking around as we are, we’ll have to take what
comes.”
Their baggage had been brought on board and placed in their staterooms,
and now the boys started in to make themselves comfortable, for the
journey to Kingston would last about four days, and that to Havana
three or four days more.
“What a stuffy hole this is,” grunted Hockley, as he gazed around the
stateroom which had been assigned to him and Darry. “I don’t see why
the professor didn’t pick out something worth living in. I can’t sleep
here.”
“The professor said he had done the best he could, Jake.”
“It’s a beastly shame. This ain’t fit for a mule to stall in.”
“Oh, it isn’t as bad as that. However, if you don’t like it, you can
complain to the professor.”
Hockley would not do this and only continued to growl, until Darry grew
so sick of hearing him that he escaped to the deck and there joined Sam
and Frank.
“No two ways about it, Glummy has got a bilious attack,” he announced.
“He has had the sore head ever since we got to Caracas. Now he’s
kicking about the stateroom; says it isn’t fit for a mule. Of course it
isn’t the finest in the world, but it’s not as bad as that.”
“It’s a pity he is in such a humor,” returned Sam. “And after
everything was going so swimmingly, too. But I think I can explain it,
in part at least.”
“Then do so by all means, Beans,” cried Darry and Frank, in a breath.
“I learned it by accident, when we came on board. I picked up part of
a letter Hockley had torn up. I didn’t know it was his at the time. It
read to the effect that he couldn’t have any more money at present,
that Mr. Hockley was going to send the funds direct to Professor
Strong. Jake evidently wanted money very much, and his father’s refusal
to give him some has upset him.”
“That would do it, for Glummy always wants to cut a dash with his
rocks,” said Darry. “But he needn’t take it out on us. I’ve got to room
with him, unfortunately, but I shan’t stand much of his cutting up.”
As only three staterooms were to be had, Amos Strong had taken Sam in
with himself and given another room to Frank and Mark. This just suited
the two New York boys and they at once proceeded to make themselves as
comfortable as the limited means permitted.
As the steamer was a small one and carried but few passengers, the help
was also limited, and both the table and the staterooms were looked
after by a tall, gaunt negro who rejoiced in the name of January Jones.
The colored man was from Alabama and had shipped some months before.
He was thoroughly good natured, but one would never have guessed this
from his face, which was usually as solemn as that of an owl.
“Be pleased to help yo’ young gen’men wid yo’ things,” he announced, on
presenting himself. “Do whatever yo’ wants me to, sah.”
“Thanks, but everything is about done,” said Mark, who was addressed.
Then he added: “Are you the porter?”
“Yes, sah, I’se de portah an’ de waitah, sah.”
“Two in one, eh? All right, George, we’ll call on you later.”
“Yes, sah--January Jones, sah.”
“January Jones!” came from Frank. “That’s an odd name. How did they
come to name you January?”
“Ole massa did dat, sah--afo’ de wah, sah. Called me January because I
was boahn in July, sah--said eberything was goin’ wrong, wid that wah
comin’ on, an’ things was turnin’ ’round, sah.”
At this Mark and Frank laughed outright.
“He was certainly a humorist, January,” said Mark.
“Massa was a cotton plantah, sah--had a big plantation on de ribber,
sah. He’s dead an’ gone now, an’ so is de missus.”
“Well, then he was a planter as well as a humorist.”
“Didn’t nebber hear him say nuffin ’bout bein’ in de humorist business,
sah. But I was a little piccaninny dem days an’ didn’t know nuffin. Den
I can’t do nuffin fo’ you?”
“Not now, but we’ll want you later,” answered Mark, and January Jones
shuffled off to call on the others.
“That’s what I call a character,” said Mark, after another laugh. “I
reckon we can have some fun with January before this trip comes to an
end.”
Early in the morning the _Chester_ left the harbor of La Guayra, with
its many ships of all nations and its strange native fishing smacks.
The boys and the professor stood at the rail and remained there until
land became a mere blur in the distance.
“Farewell to Venezuela!” cried Sam, taking off his hat and making a
profound bow. “Our trip was full of pleasure and full of excitement.
May the coming trip please us equally.”
“And be less full of peril,” added Professor Strong. “Too much
excitement is worse than none at all.”
“Oh, Professor, we’ve got to have some excitement,” said Darry. “Now
that it is all over I think everything was just about right.”
“But I am under orders to bring you back home safe and sound,” returned
Amos Strong, with a peculiar smile. “And how can I do that if you
insist on placing your head in the lion’s mouth?”
“I haven’t seen a lion yet,” said Darry, with a vacant stare. “Where is
he and where’s his mouth?”
There was a general laugh, in which even the professor joined, for he
loved a joke as well as any of them.
“You know I was speaking metaphorically, Dartworth. Of course I cannot
look ahead, but I sincerely trust that you do what you can to keep out
of danger in the future. If you do not, I’ll have to call this tour off
and take you all home.”
“We’ll be as good as mice watched by a cat,” put in Frank, and this
caused another laugh; and then the subject was changed and soon the
group separated, each person bent on making himself comfortable in his
own way.
But the _Chester_ was not a comfortable ship, as Mark and Frank soon
learned by a tour from stem to stern. And they also learned another
thing,--that the captain, Jason Sudlip, was anything but an agreeable
man.
“Hi, you, I don’t allow passengers in there,” they heard the captain
cry, while they were peering into the chart room. “You boys must stay
where you belong while you are on this ship.”
“We weren’t going to touch anything, Captain,” replied Mark,
pleasantly, although he did not like the way in which he was being
addressed.
“Oh, I know boys--into everything they have no business in,” retorted
Captain Sudlip. “I’ve had them on board before. You’ll have to stay
where you belong.” And he slammed and locked the door of the chart room
in their faces.
“He’s real sweet, isn’t he?” said Frank, as they walked to the saloon
deck. “I’m glad I don’t work under him. I wouldn’t be a hand on this
steamer for ten dollars a day. I’ll be glad when our trip on her is
ended.”
Professor Strong had noticed the captain’s harsh manner to those under
him, but he said nothing, for in his travels he had met many a captain
just as harsh and some of them had been positively brutal.
Dinner was served at five o’clock, and when the boys came to the table
with their hearty appetites--nobody had as yet had a chance to get
seasick,--they looked at what was set before them by January Jones with
dismay.
“This is awful!” whispered Darry to Sam. “This soup is regular
dish-water.”
“I can’t eat such soup,” returned Sam. “I hope the meat and vegetables
are better.”
“Sorry, sah, but it’s de best de ship affords, sah,” said January
Jones, who saw that they were not suited. “De cap’n am a werry close
buyer, sah,” he added, in a lower voice. “Can’t git nuffin cheap
enough.”
The meat was tough and there was hardly sufficient to go around, while
the vegetables, brought on board the day before, were far from fresh.
The bread was also poor, and the coffee of the lowest grade. For
dessert there was a rice pudding which, according to Darry, “was just
like a chunk of dirty rubber.”
Professor Strong saw that the boys were on the point of open
rebellion, but he shook his head at them.
“Make the best of it,” he said. “I will see the captain about it later
and find out if the service cannot be improved.”
January Jones heard the words, and they made the solemn-looking colored
man grin. “Dat’s right, sah,” he whispered. “I hopes yo’ do kick, sah.
But yo’ wants to be careful, sah. De man wot kicked on de las’ trip got
it hot an’ heaby from de cap’n, sah.”
“So there has been trouble before?”
“Yes, sah, lots ob trouble. But please don’t say I tole yo’, sah. De
cap’n would mos’ kill me if he found it out,” went on January Jones.
“De cap’n am a hard one, an----”
The colored man did not finish, for he had turned to leave the table,
and now he found Captain Sudlip close behind him. He gave one startled
look and dove for the door leading to the cook’s galley. The captain
followed, and one disappeared directly after the other.