A LUCKY CHANGE OF STATEROOMS.
Robert found that the afternoon boat for Muskegon left at half past
three, so there was still time left in which to get back to Mrs. Gibbs'
house for a late dinner.
At the boarding house he found a short note from Livingston Palmer.
"Mr. Gray is going to go into business again," it read; "with one
office here and another in New York. He is going to take me back
and he says you can return too, if you desire."
"That's nice," thought Robert. "But I'll have to see Dick Marden before
I decide upon what's best to do next."
While waiting for dinner he penned a hasty reply to the note, and
also a letter to his mother. In the latter he mentioned that he had
seen Palmer, and that his step-father had called upon him, and urged
her to keep her financial affairs entirely under her own control. He
was careful to send the letter in care of Mr. Blarcomb, for personal
delivery only.
"She'll get that, I know," he said to himself. "And I hope it does some
good."
At the proper time our hero went down to the dock and boarded the
_Arrow_, as the steamer was named. He found about two hundred
passengers besides himself bound for Muskegon and other points along
the Michigan shore. Besides passengers the _Arrow_ carried a large
quantity of baggage and freight.
The distance from Chicago to Muskegon is about one hundred and
twenty-five miles. The _Arrow_ was rather a slow boat and did not
reach the latter point until some time in the early morning, so that
Robert must spend a night on board. This being so, he lost no time in
obtaining a berth.
He had just turned away from the clerk's office when he saw two men
approaching. They were Hammerditch and Le Fevre.
"Hullo, they are going too," he thought, and was about to step out of
sight, when the Englishman espied him.
"Humph! so you are going with us," said the man, with a scowl.
"Not with you," answered Robert quietly. "I believe this is a public
boat."
"You have been following us again."
"Excuse me, Mr. Hammerditch, but I never followed you in my life."
"Then why are you on this boat?"
"Because I am going to take a trip in her."
"To Muskegon?"
"That is my affair."
"I suppose if we get off at Muskegon you will get off too."
"Perhaps I shall."
"Don't you know that you may get into a good deal of trouble through
following us, young man?"
"As I said before, I am not following you. I have my own business to
attend to and I am attending to it."
"Bah, do you think we will believe zat," burst in Jean Le Fevre. "You
are von spy. Perhaps you are von--vot you call heem?--von detective."
At this Robert laughed. "No, I am no detective. Only a young fellow out
for business."
"Zen you are on ze way to Timberville, hey?"
"If I am that is my business."
At this the French Canadian began to dance around and shook his fist in
Robert's face.
"I know you!" he shouted. "But ve vill see who comes out best! Ha! ve
vill see zat!"
"Hush!" interrupted Hammerditch. "Don't raise a disturbance on the
boat," and he led his companion away to the upper deck.
"I shall have to keep my eye on them," thought Robert. "That Frenchmen
wouldn't like anything better than to get into a fight. I might fight
one of them, but I don't think I could get the best of both."
Once on the upper deck and away from observation, Hammerditch began to
talk earnestly to his companion.
"We made a mistake by quarreling with him," he said.
"I cannot see eet," muttered Le Fevre.
"If we had made friends with him he might have shown us the map."
"Ha! zat is so."
"I would give a good lot to get hold of the map," continued the
Englishman. "Our false map may help us some, but that real map ought to
be out of the way."
At this Le Fevre clutched his companion by the arm.
"I haf an idee," he whispered. "Let us see if ze boy has got a
stateroom."
"We can find that out at the office."
"And if he is to sleep alone."
"All right."
A little later they went to the office and looked over the register.
"Here he is--Robert Frost, room 45," said Hammerditch.
"Anybody else in zat room?"
They looked over the register, but could find nobody else.
"He will haf ze room all to himself," chuckled Jean Le Fevre. "Now if I
can find a way to open ze door----"
"You mean to search his valise for the map?"
"To be sure."
"A good idea. We must work the plan, by all means," replied Hammerditch.
In the meantime Robert had gone to the bow of the boat and was enjoying
the sea breeze.
Presently the clerk of the boat came up, followed by two burly Germans.
"I believe this is Mr. Robert Frost," said the clerk.
"That's my name," answered Robert, wondering what was wanted.
"These gentlemen are brothers and desire a stateroom together,"
explained the clerk. "If you do not mind I would like to put you in
stateroom No. 50, along with a very nice gentleman named Porter, and
give these gentlemen No. 45. Otherwise I will have to put one of them
with you and one with Mr. Porter. They prefer to be together."
"It vill pe a great favor," said one of the Germans politely.
"All right, I would just as lief go in with the gentleman you
mentioned," answered Robert.
"Dank you very mooch," said the German.
"You vos very kind," added his brother.
"All right then, that's settled," said the clerk. "Mr. Frost, I will
have your baggage transferred, if you will give me your key."
"I will transfer the baggage myself and take a look at the other
stateroom," rejoined Robert.
Our hero and the clerk went below, and Robert took his bag to stateroom
No. 50, which was better than the other. Mr. Porter sat outside of
the door reading a newspaper, and the clerk introduced the pair. The
stranger proved to be a Chicago hardware merchant on his way into
Michigan on a business trip.
"I am glad to know you," he said, smiling pleasantly. "I hate to travel
alone when there is the chance of an agreeable companion."
"Thank you! I think I can say the same," replied Robert, with a smile.
The boy retired at ten o'clock, and Mr. Porter with him. Soon Robert
was sound asleep.
The Germans had gone to bed early, and both were in the land of dreams
and snoring lustily when Jean Le Fevre and Hammerditch stole up to the
door of stateroom 45.
"This is the one," whispered the French Canadian. "I was lucky to get
the pincers, hey?"
"Hush, make no noise, the boy may be awake," said the Englishman,
warningly.
While Hammerditch stood on guard Le Fevre inserted a small pincers in
the key-hole of the door and managed to turn the key, which was stuck
in from the other side.
Then the Frenchman opened the door several inches.
"Ha! he is snoring loudly--he is fast asleep," he thought, not noticing
that two persons were in the stateroom instead of one, for the German
in the upper berth happened just then to be silent.
In the dim light the French Canadian made out a valise standing on the
floor and grabbed it hastily. Then he came away, shutting the door
behind him.
"I haf eet!" he whispered. "Come!" And he almost ran for the stateroom
assigned to him and Hammerditch. Once inside, the pair secured the door
and then turned up the light.
"It's a mighty rusty-looking bag," was the Englishman's comment. "Have
you got the key?"
"It ees in ze lock," answered La Fevre.
Soon the valise was opened, and out tumbled a few articles of dirty
underwear and a pair of embroidered slippers.
"I don't see any map!" exclaimed Hammerditch, in disgust.
"'Tis ze wrong bag!" groaned the French Canadian. "See, ze clothing is
too big for a boy, and so are ze slippers."
"You've made a mess of it," answered his companion. "Better take that
bag back or there'll be a jolly row all for nothing."
Much crestfallen, Le Fevre took the bag back. On his second visit he
saw both Germans, and he retreated even more speedily than he had on
his first trip to the stateroom.
"The cake is dough," announced Hammerditch. "But though we are foiled
this time, we must get that map away from the boy, no matter at what
cost."