After leaving Jamaica the Captain asked for instructions as to the
chosen direction and the next stopping place.
“Well, after once seeing Jamaica, I suppose we have virtually seen every
other island in the Caribbean Group. The flowers, the climate, the
natives, even the employments are all similar if not exactly alike.
There is but one point of interest that is not common to them all, and
that is the volcano of Mont Pelée on Martinique.
“But volcanoes are no curiosity to Polly because she lives in the crater
of one of the largest extinct volcanoes in the Rockies, so there is no
call for the White Crest to stop at Martinique to show her Mont Pelée,”
explained Mr. Dalken.
“Why not sail along past the different islands of the archipelago and
have a good look at them from our comfortable deck chairs,” suggested
Mrs. Courtney.
This proposition was received with approval and the Captain was advised
to steer a course as close as practical to the coral formations, and,
those islands of volcanic structure, and permit the tourists to see the
Windward Islands without troubling to go ashore.
Hence the yacht, in its cruise, sailed past Porto Rico, and the long
string of tiny isles connecting that important island with Barbados and
Trinidad. St. Lucia, Dominica, and Martinique were left behind, and then
the Captain changed his course to a westward direction.
Leaving Venezuela to the southward he sped on for the Canal Zone. The
plan originally made in New York would then be followed as closely as
possible. At Colon the White Crest would anchor until her passengers had
visited all that was to be in that town seen, and then they would go
through the great locks of the Canal and eventually reach the Pacific
Ocean.
Mr. Dalken and the Captain figured that a week would be ample time in
which to visit everything and come out of the Canal to the Colombia
shore. But they reckoned without the young folks, as usual.
Soon after the yacht had anchored at Colon, the tourists started to
visit the town. They had not gone far before Jack discovered there would
be a great baseball match at the public park between the United States
army side and the Colon players. His eye caught the names of two members
of the regiment stationed at Panama, and he turned to show them to Ray.
“Could it possibly be Bill Ainslee and Bob Madden of the A. E. F. in
France?”
“I did hear something about Bill remaining with the regulars to try
South America. We can’t lose out by introducing ourselves, anyway, and
ten to one the boys will turn out to be our old Buddies,” said Ray.
The proposition was made and accepted to go and see the ball game late
that afternoon; the girls felt as much interest in knowing whether or
not the two soldiers at Panama were the ones Jack believed them to be.
No sooner was the Dalken party seated in the Grand Stand, than Jack and
Ray hurried away. They were gone a long time, and the eager spectators
on the bleachers as well as those in the Grand Stand, had to call and
show impatience at the delay of the opening of the game before the teams
came out.
Jack and Ray returned to their friends on the Grand Stand. One glance at
their smiling faces told the girls that they had found pals. Jack was
bubbling over with pleasure at the meeting and the plans they had made
for a good time during the visit at Panama.
“Gee! Bill looks great! He was so white and thin in the trenches over
there, but now he has filled out and looks wonderful. I never dreamed he
would turn out to be so handsome, did you, Ray?”
“No, but then Bob isn’t far behind in looks. It must be this climate
that tans them to such a glorious shade,” said Ray.
“There are other things than tan that this climate does to one,”
remarked Mr. Dalken, briefly. The boys laughed and agreed with him.
“For instance, malaria caught while alligator hunting,” said Mrs.
Fabian, because she had heard the men discussing the possibility of
their tired feeling being the result of the swamp visit.
The game now opened and the girls were all eyes and interest to see the
Panama team win, because Jack happened to know two of the players.
Whether it was the knowledge that four pretty girls were seated in the
Grand Stand watching, or whether it was their usual manner of pitching
and batting, the fact remains that Bill and Bob were the champion
members of the team that day, and carried away the honors.
After the game ended the two crack players changed their togs and
reappeared in uniform. Jack met them and escorted them to meet Mr.
Dalken’s party. Then Polly saw that Jack had not exaggerated one bit
when he had declared his two friends to be decidedly good looking.
“My! They’re more than that, Poll,” whispered Eleanor, in breathless
admiration. “I think Bill is just too dear for anything.”
Ray overheard her remark. He grinned teasingly and said: “It’s the
uniform, my dear child! If Bob or Bill wore a bell boy’s uniform, they’d
look just as good, but you wouldn’t think so.”
“Pooh! No such thing!” exclaimed Eleanor, shrugging her pretty shoulders
at Ray.
“Well, here is Jack and here am I, and I’m sure we are not bad looking,
yet you never said you thought me ‘too dear for anything,’” complained
Ray.
“How could I speak an untruth?” retorted Eleanor, laughing.
“All right for you! I’ll spy upon you after this and when I find you
enjoying a tête-à-tête with a ‘dear for anything boy’ I’ll spoil it—see
if I don’t!” Ray threatened but the girls knew he cared not a fig
whether they thought him handsome or not. He was all for a good time and
that was the end of his ambitions.
“Ray, you don’t stand a ghost of a show in the running with Bill or
Bob,” declared Jack. “Bill with his French Medal and Bob with his
Decoration for Bravery simply put us out of sight when the girls are on
hand to offer adulation at the shrines of these heroes.”
“Oh, Jack! Tell us—are the two baseball players great heroes of the late
war?” exclaimed Mrs. Courtney, eagerly.
“There now! Didn’t I tell you so!” laughed Jack, winking at his chum.
“Even the adult admirers forget we are on earth the moment one mentions
Bill and Bob.”
“Please, oh, _please_, Jack, tell us the story of, what they did over
there,” beseeched Polly.
“If I were to tell you that tale I’d spoil it in the telling. Better ask
Bill and Bob to tell their own thrillers,—if you really want to hear
something that will compare favorably with those hair-raising
experiences on Grizzly Slide,” replied Jack, earnestly.
During this little side-gossip the two victors in the recent contest
with the Colon players, were engaged in talking to Mr. Dalken. Now they
turned and addressed Jack.
“Mr. Dalken wishes us to dine on the yacht, but we shall have to ask
permission to do that. I only wish we had a pull with some one, in order
to get several days off. Then we could show you about in great style!”
Bill kept his eyes fixed upon Polly as he spoke, and any one might think
he was addressing her only. Eleanor smiled, but she had failed to turn
and look at Bill’s companion. It was Nancy and Ruth who had to smile now
at the attentive manner in which Bob stared at pretty Eleanor, totally
oblivious of the other girls in the party.
“Oh, Mr. Ainslee, Dalky here is the professional wire-puller of North
America—didn’t you know that? I’m sure he can find a string that will
work for you,” laughed Polly.
“Tell me the names of the officers in your regiment, Ainslee, and let me
see if I know them,” added Mr. Dalken.
“There now! Didn’t I tell you he could work it?” laughed Polly, while
the other members in the group also laughed at their host’s quick
acceptance of the suggestion.
Having mentioned the various officers and spoken of their individual
tendencies, Mr. Dalken smiled wisely. “Leave the whole matter to me,
boys, and we will win out.”
“Tell us, Dalky! What can you do about tonight?” asked the girls
eagerly.
“For to-night, I propose having all the officers _and_ the two heroes of
the ball game on the yacht to dinner. They cannot very well say no to
Bill and Bob if they accept for themselves, can they?”
“Good gracious, Dalky! If you plan to have a dinner party it is high
time we all ran away to prepare for the social event,” declared Mrs.
Courtney. This was the first time she had ever used the familiar name
the girls had given Mr. Dalken, but it did not escape Polly’s notice.
She gave Eleanor a glance, but Eleanor had been too interested in
learning the outcome of the proposition made by Mr. Dalken.
“I haven’t the slightest hope that our invitation will be accepted for
this evening, as in all probability the officers have made other
engagements for dinner. But it paves the way for me to urge them to give
Bill and Bob leave of absence for to-night. Then I will invite the men
who cannot come to-night, to come as soon as they can make the date. I
believe I have a speaking acquaintance with the Colonel and I hope to
improve our acquaintance while we stop here—then you girls ought to be
able to make the most of this opportunity by winning a few days’
vacation for Bill and Bob.”
“Fine!” exclaimed Eleanor, clapping her hands. “Now you three men hurry
away and see the Colonel.”
Bill and Bob looked at Mr. Dalken and, seeing he was willing to
accompany them, they politely said good-afternoon to the other members
in the party and stood ready to go.
“There may be strength in numbers, and we are glad to go with you,”
hinted Jack, linking an arm in that of Ray and stepping up beside the
host.
“As far as strength goes I always favor pretty girls for power when one
has to use diplomacy and cunning,” laughed Mr. Dalken.
“Not in this case, however,” retorted Bill. “If our Colonel knew the
danger we boys were running by volunteering to walk right up before the
ammunition of beauty, he’d never let us out of his sight.”
“Ha! Mr. Ainslee discovered other things in France besides medals for
bravery!” laughed Mrs. Courtney, shaking a playful finger at him.
“Medals! Who told you anything about medals?” asked Bill, with genuine
amazement in his voice.
“A little bird whispered it at my ear,” laughed Mrs. Courtney teasingly.
“I know the bird! We always thought it was a raven over there—from the
way he croaked whenever he had to eat army mess,” was the humorous reply
from Bill.
Midst the general laugh at Jack’s expense which followed Bill’s speech,
the men left and walked in the direction of the waiting automobile which
had been placed at the ball-players’ disposal for the day.
Polly turned to her friends and said: “Oh, I’m sure Dalky will succeed
in getting them off for a few days. I really believe Dalky can do
_anything_!”
Eleanor glanced at Mrs. Courtney as Polly spoke, and caught a puzzling
expression which had flashed over that lady’s face. In a moment,
however, she was as inscrutable as ever she cared to appear.
“We may as well go into this shop and have a lemonade while we are
waiting for the returns of the election,” suggested Mr. Ashby.
“Do you think it will take the boys very long to find the officer who
can permit them to get off tonight?” asked Polly.
“I have an idea that Bill will know exactly where to find his superiors
and not more than half an hour should elapse before they will come
back,” returned Mr. Ashby, glancing at his watch.
“I was about to say—that we should have gone on to the yacht and dressed
for to-night, if they are to be gone as long as that,” ventured Polly.
“I tell you what we might do!” cried Eleanor, plumping her glass upon
the marble slab with such emphasis that the lemonade spattered up and
over her hands. “Leave Mr. Fabian and Mr. Ashby at this corner so the
others can see them upon their return, and we ladies go on to the yacht
and touch up for the evening’s fray.”
“That’s just what I was about to say,” added Mrs. Courtney.
“Where’s the fray? You ladies never thought the superior faction of this
yachting party worthy of captivation before,” remarked Mr. Fabian
cynically, albeit he smiled.
“I should say not! Two old married fogies, two harum-scarum boys, and a
grass-widower!” exclaimed Nancy Fabian.
A general laugh rewarded Nancy’s retort, and Mr. Ashby held up both
hands in a helpless manner. “Oh, for pity’s sake, go—GO and touch up for
the young men, or Fabian and I shall have to crawl under the soda
fountain to escape your wit!”
The girls started up at that and the ladies followed laughingly; soon
they were out of sight on their way to the White Crest and an elaborate
toilette for the dinner party that night.
“Some one ought to let the chef know Dalky expects to bring back guests
for dinner,” ventured Polly to Mrs. Courtney.
“I think orders have been given,” replied she in a quiet tone.
“Why! How did Dalky know we expected to meet the boys whom Jack and Ray
knew in France?” asked Polly, in astonishment.
“He didn’t. But he did say that he thought it would be very pleasant to
have us meet the officers of the Post stationed at the Canal. It was his
intention to invite them to dine at their first opportunity. Hence he
left orders for the chef to prepare for extra plates every evening while
we are here,” explained Mrs. Courtney.
“Oh, that will be fine!” exclaimed Polly, but Eleanor wondered if Mrs.
Fabian and Mrs. Ashby, as well as Mrs. Courtney, knew of this
arrangement.
Long before the females in the party came from their rooms robed in such
becoming gowns as would distract any young man who, because of army
discipline, had not had many opportunities to enjoy society, the men
came on board and, by the hilarious manner of their conversation,
suggested that _apparently_ they had celebrated the victory of the Army
baseball players in a social drink of native wine. But this was not the
case. Sheer exuberance of spirits, natural not fermented, made the four
boys who had known each other in France, bubble over and sparkle with
wit and fun.
Mr. Dalken invited Bill and Bob to amuse themselves on deck while he and
his male guests retired and dressed for dinner. Hence the two young men
were lounging in the great reed chairs when Polly and Eleanor appeared.
There was no time for a little flirtation, however, as Mrs. Courtney
came out, looking magnificent in an American Beauty georgette gown, with
her diamond neck-band and pendant earrings sparkling from throat and
ears. Polly gazed in appreciative admiration at the combination of dark
wavy hair, high-colored complexion, and brilliant brown eyes, with the
rich crimson of the dress and the cold white of the diamonds.
Soon after this the other ladies joined the group on deck and finally
the men came forth in their somber black dinner coats and immaculate
white collars and cuffs. Jack came puffing and fanning himself with his
handkerchief.
“Well, you girls ought to pay us a tribute for willingly going to the
torture chair to-night. Stiff collars and heavy cloth coats on a torrid
night as this in the Canal Zone!”
“Nobody asked you to!” retorted Eleanor.
“Maybe not, but we knew what we would get if we appeared in the lists,
with our friends here in their uniform, and the rest of us in our
tropical togs,” returned Jack.
“Oh, then it is mere pride that drove you to the deed?” asked Polly.
“No, it was desperate fear!” exclaimed Ray. “What chance would we stand
with a bevy of wonderful orchids and two dazzling hummingbirds—meaning
Bill and Bob, of course,—if we looked like sparrows from the city
streets?”
Every one laughed. “Orchids are too good to be forgotten,” added Polly;
“every time I see an orchid hereafter I shall remember that, for once in
my lifetime, I was compared to the rare and beautiful flower.”
“Rare in New York, perhaps, but anything but rare down here!” retorted
Jack.
“Oh, pshaw! Why spoil such a lovely compliment with the truth,”
remonstrated Mrs. Courtney.
The constant teasing and darts of wit between Jack and Ray on the one
side and Polly and Eleanor on the other, had been one source of
amusement and perpetual fun for the tourists in Mr. Dalken’s party, and
now that Bill and Bob had joined the others on deck that night, the
quick repartee seemed tossed back and forth like a tennis ball between
clever players.
A man servant now came over to announce dinner, and then, for the first
time, Polly realized that the officers who were to be invited to dinner
had not appeared.
“Where is the Colonel, Dalky?” asked she, wonderingly.
“Couldn’t find him anywhere, but I secured the acceptance of the other
officers for dinner to-morrow night,” explained he.
“You did more than that, Dalky!” declared Jack, with a delighted glance
at Bill and Bob. “You got the boys three days’ leave while we are
stationed here.”
“Oh, really! Goody, goody!” cried several young voices in a chorus of
joy.
“And an invitation for all to attend the usual weekly hop to-morrow
night, but I can’t see for the life of me how any one can dance with the
thermometer pushing the top of the mercury out of the tube,” grumbled
Jack.
“Listen to him! Any one would think he isn’t the maddest one of the
group when dancing is to be had!” laughed Mr. Dalken.
After finishing the first course, the host turned to his two new guests
and said: “We are on the griddle for the tale of your experiences in
France, boys. I know the girls have had difficulty in curbing their
feminine curiosity to hear of your exploits.”
Both young men flushed, but Bob managed to say: “Bill, here, is the
crack story-teller. I always take a back seat when he is on hand to do
the honors for both.”
Therefore Bill was deluged with demands for the story, and having
cleared his throat in a self-conscious way, he began.
But his preparations were ruined at that moment, when the Belgian lad on
the yacht, now unexpectedly introduced a diversion. He had approached
with a laden tray, in order to assist the man servant who had charge of
the dinner party, but when he saw the two young men in uniform, he
immediately sat the tray upon the floor and ran over to fall upon Bill’s
neck.