"Then I must say farewell to you here."
"What, you are not going to maroon me on this pebble in the ocean?"
"You will be well taken care of, Highness."
"What place is this?"
"It is called the Trogzmondoff, Highness, and the water surrounding you is the Baltic."
"Is it Russian territory?"
"Very, very Russian," returned the Captain drawing a deep breath.
"This way, if your Highness pleases. There is a rope ladder, which is sometimes a little unsteady for a landsman, so be careful."
"Oh, I"m accustomed to rope ladders. Hyvasti, Captain."
"Hyvasti, your Highness."
And with this mutual good-by in Finnish, the Prince went down the swaying ladder.
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 sh.o.r.e. 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 c.o.c.k-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 sh.e.l.l, 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 sh.e.l.l among a lot of innocent men defending their own territory against a perfectly unauthorized invasion! Throw a sh.e.l.l, 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 sh.e.l.l. The thing is absolutely impossible. Can"t you see that the moment you get down to details? How are you going to procure your sh.e.l.ls, or your sh.e.l.l-firing gun? They are not to be bought at the first hardware store you come to on Sixth Avenue."