Captain Shard's Proposal.
The arm Ralph seized was violently jerked and twisted, but the mountain
boy was strong for his age, and held on tight.
Turning at the same instant he found himself facing the same negro boy,
who had probably saved him from arrest that morning by warning him
regarding the bill posting.
"What did you want in my pocket?" demanded Ralph, feeling with his free
hand to assure himself that his money was safe.
"Hush!" half whispered the darky. "I didn't see hit was yo'. Deed I
didn't, suh."
Ralph regarded the negro steadily, as it dawned upon his crude
conceptions that the other was a thief. Then he thought of the service
the fellow had unwittingly done him, and at once released his grip.
"Go," said he contemptuously. "Don't let me see you round here any
more."
The negro disappeared in the crowd, one of whom said to the mountain
boy:
"Why didn't you hand him over to yonder policeman?"
"Well--because I sort of felt sorry for the fool," was the explanation
Ralph would vouchsafe as he, too, turned away and extricated himself
from the throng.
After that he wandered about the city, finding something to excite his
wonder or admiration at every turn, until the lowness of the western
sun admonished him that he had better begin to look out for supper and
bed.
First he stepped into an area way, and placed his money in an inside
pocket.
"Best to be on the safe side," thought he, as he returned to the
street. "Looks like in these towns they'd steal a man's britches if
they could pull 'em off without his knowing it. Hullo! That must be
the captain's livery stable."
Directly across the street was a large wooden building, on the front of
which, in enormous letters, were these words:
SHARD'S LIVERY STABLE.
While Ralph was debating whether he should again make himself known,
the captain drove forth from the stable in a buggy. His quick eye
lighted upon Ralph at once.
"Come here," he called, beckoning also with his finger. "I see you are
still about," he added as Ralph crossed over.
"Yes, but I ain't posting bills any more."
"Then your job didn't last long?"
Ralph frankly related the cause and manner of his discharge by Mr.
Quigg, whereat the captain laughed heartily.
"Well," said he, "I don't think you missed much, if that is the sort of
a man he is. I'm city auditor, and I will see that Quigg, or whatever
his name is, don't cheat the city. What are you going to do?"
Shard bent his eyes sharply on Ralph, and once more the boy felt
uncomfortable. He replied, however, that he would find something
before long.
"You stay with my foreman tonight," the captain said briskly.
"Emmons!" to some one inside. "This lad will eat and sleep with you.
I want you to take good care of him."
Emmons, without appearing, grunted a distant assent. Ralph ventured a
protest.
"I can find a lodging, captain," he began.
"Hut tut! You're too green yet to be left alone all night in this
town. Not a word. You stay with Emmons. In the morning I will let
you know of a plan I am considering. It may be good for you."
Captain Shard gathered up his reins, nodded carelessly, and went off
down the street in a small cloud of dust.
Ralph went into the stable, not seeing clearly how to refuse, though
hardly at ease in his mind. As he stood in the doorway, looking along
a double line of vehicles of all sorts backed against the wall, a
hoarse voice bade him come into the office.
"Rather a small hole, but large enough for two," remarked Emmons from a
high stool as Ralph entered a box of a place, about eight by ten, with
a desk, a chair, stool, and a few lap robes in a corner as the
furnishings thereof.
Emmons was a squat, thick set personage, with most of his face hidden
behind a tremendous beard. He cast a careless glance at the boy, then
shutting a ledger said:
"Let's go to supper."
He seized an old palmetto hat, and leaving the stables, dived down a
side street, and into a cheap restaurant near by.
Ralph followed. They seated themselves at one of a row of pine tables,
covered with oilcloth, and well sprinkled with crumbs and flies.
"Better take beef stew," remarked Emmons, seizing some bread and eating
ravenously. "Get more if you're hungry."
Two beef stews were therefore ordered, and brought with a great clatter
of table ware. Emmons fell to as if he had not broken his fast that
day.
Ralph did not like the chicory coffee, though he did justice to the
stew. The crowd of rapid eaters, the noisy rush and yells of the
waiters, the steam fly fans, and the hard faced cashier, all excited
his curiosity.
Two checks were thrown down. Emmons pounced upon both, though Ralph
did not understand what they meant, until he saw the stable man lay
them, accompanied by two dimes, upon the desk at the door.
"Why did you not let me pay mine?" he asked.
"All right. Boss's orders."
The evening passed quietly, the foreman talking but little, though he
entertained Ralph for a time by playing on a French harp, or mouth
organ.
When bedtime came he ushered the boy into a sort of cubby hole behind
the office that was barely large enough to afford space for undressing
beside the bed. In five minutes Emmons was snoring lustily, though
Ralph lay long awake, thinking over the various phases of his situation
and prospects.
He was routed out early in the morning to help the foreman feed the
horses and mules in the stables underneath, and kept busy for an hour,
after which they took breakfast at the restaurant where they had
procured their supper.
About nine o'clock Captain Shard arrived in his buggy from his home in
the suburbs.
"Come in here, Ralph," said he, as Emmons took the horse. "I want to
have a talk with you."
He led the way into the office, closed the door, and fixed his eyes
intently on Ralph, who followed. Then he frowned, appeared to ponder
for a moment, and finally cleared his brow as he looked up again.
"How would you like to follow the sea for a living?" he at length
demanded.
"Follow the sea?" repeated Ralph as if he hardly comprehended. "Do you
mean how would I like to be a sailor?"
"Something of the kind. You would begin as cabin boy, probably. If
you are smart and willing you would soon climb up higher. By the time
you are eighteen, you should be an A 1 seaman, earning at least twenty
dollars a month and your keep."
Among the few books the boy had somehow got hold of in the mountains,
one of the most treasured was a copy of Marryat's "Midshipman Easy."
He felt a thrill now, as he pictured himself in a position to emulate,
in a measure, some of the adventures therein so graphically depicted.
The distant ocean held up to his anticipation the stirring pleasures of
a life on the wave, while veiling from his boyish ignorance its
overmastering hardships.
The captain saw his face light up, and proceeded to explain further.
"I have a cousin who runs a schooner in the West Indies trade. He is
now at the Marshall House, Savannah. His vessel is somewhere near
there. Now I can get you a good berth with him, I know. I have done
him a few favors, and he is not ungrateful.
"Emmons, here, is going to start today with a gang of mules for
Augusta. You can help him on that far, and in payment he will buy you
a ticket to Savannah. I will give you a letter to my cousin, and also
write him by mail that you are on the way. Now, what do you think of
that?"
"Sounds mighty nice--almost too nice," thought Ralph, who was shrewd
enough to wonder why Shard--whom he had been warned against--should put
himself out to serve a Granger.
"Perhaps he is sick of the feud, like me. I'm sure I would do him a
favor, if he is half a Vaughn. By granny! I believe I will take him
up. Aunt Dopples don't know everything."
"Think over it well," added the captain, noticing the boy's reflective
manner. "A sailor's life is by no means easy, yet a bright, active lad
can rise. Many a captain began before the mast."
Shard was smiling seductively, though his gaze seemed hard and
penetrating. He hung over the lad not unlike some bird of prey,
waiting for a favorable chance to pounce.
"All right," said Ralph at last. "I will go and feel thankful for the
chance, if you will answer me one question. Why should you be so--so
willing to do a favor to me. In the mountains folks would think you
were crazy."
"Ha! That miserable old feud again. My boy, I have outgrown it; have
been too much in the world. I see in you a bright lad, who only needs
to be started in order to make his own way. Why should I not start you
as well as any one else, especially when it costs me nothing but the
stroke of a pen? Besides your going to Augusta saves me the expense of
hiring an extra hand."
All this seemed so reasonable that Ralph's weakening scruples entirely
vanished. He assented without further parley to Captain Shard's offer,
and was straightway placed under the supervision of the foreman, who
was in a rear stable yard haltering a small drove of mules together in
squads.
Ralph lent active assistance, and in half an hour they were ready to
start. One mule in each bunch was saddled. Extra clothing was rolled
in blankets, and strapped behind the saddles.
Emmons disappeared in the direction of the office. When he returned
the captain came with him, bearing in his hand a letter.
"Here is your introduction to Captain Gary, the gentleman whom you will
find at the Marshall House in Savannah. Suppose you read it to see
that all is square and above board."
"Oh, it's all right, I reckon," replied Ralph carelessly.
"Yes, it is all right, but I would rather you looked for yourself
before leaving. Should anything go wrong--which I do not anticipate at
all--I wish to feel exonerated in your mind, my boy."
The captain's teeth gleamed almost fiercely as he smiled in a friendly
manner, though his eyes never relented in their hard, unfeeling stare.
Ralph drew forth the note from the envelope and read:--
MY DEAR COUSIN:
This will make you acquainted with a youth in whose welfare I already
feel a deep interest. He has made up his mind to learn to be a sailor,
and I shall take it very kindly if you will take charge of him, and see
what he can do. Give him as easy a berth as you can, and let me know
from time to time what progress he is making. His name is Ralph
Granger, and he is as plucky as he looks.
Your cousin and friend,
THEODORE SHARD.
To CAPTAIN MARK GARY,
Marshall House, Savannah.
This seemed flattering enough. As Ralph expressed his thanks, he
repressed a fleeting idea that the tone of the letter was most too much
that way.
Shard shook him by the hand, and was about to retire when he appeared
to recollect something.
"Need any money, for clothes, and so on?"
"I have enough to do me," said Ralph. "You have done enough already,
and I----"
"Never mind that. Emmons will settle board bills, and get your ticket
in Augusta. Good by. Let me hear a good account of you when Gary
writes."
With a final nod and smile that was almost fatherly, the captain
disappeared.
Emmons had already mounted. Ralph quickly did likewise, and the two,
with their four footed charges, rode out of the yard through a gate
that was closed behind them by a negro hostler.
At first the five mules Ralph was leading, besides the one he rode, did
not travel well together. His arm was wrenched almost unbearably in
the effort to keep them up to the pace Emmons was setting.
The latter, looking back, called out:
"Make your halter fast to your saddle bow. Then lay the whip on."
The boy did so, and they were presently clattering down the street at a
pace that made a stray policeman wave his club warningly. Soon they
were in the suburbs, and thence the open country came into view, where
truck farms and fruit orchards gave way to green fields of cotton and
corn.
The negroes seemed to be everywhere. At a bridge a couple of black
fishermen bobbed up from behind an abutment, scaring the rear squad of
mules.
The five lead ones pressed heavily upon the one Ralph was riding.
"Look out!" cried one of the darkies. "Yo'se gwine over de bank!
Watch out, I say!"