But their hostess denied this. The delight of having young people at the lonely camp in the hills quite counterbalanced the disturbance they made.
But she bustled about somewhat anxiously, aiding the girls and the boys to make ready for departure. The Canarys, being unused to roughing it, even if they did live in the Big Woods, were much more afraid of the possibility of an accident arising out of this scheme Betty had conceived than was Uncle d.i.c.k.
A little after ten o"clock they all piled out of the bungalow with their baggage. The two men working at the camp had filled the box of the pung with straw and had drawn it out to the brow of the hill where the road began. The tongue was raised at a slant, as high as it would go, and half of it had been sawed off. Ropes were fastened from this stub of the tongue to ringbolts on either side of the pung-box.
"It will take two of us to steer," said Uncle d.i.c.k, "and we must work together. Get in here, Bob, and I"ll show you how it works."
It worked easily. The girls and the baggage were piled into the pung. The Tucker twins were each handed an iron-shod woodsman"s peavey and were shown how the speed of the pung might be r.e.t.a.r.ded by dragging them in the crust on either side.
"You boys are the brakes," sang out Uncle d.i.c.k, almost as excited as the young people themselves. "When we shout for "Brakes!" it is up to you twins to do your part."
"We will, sir!" cried Tommy and Teddy in unison.
"And don"t hang your arms or legs over the sides," advised Uncle d.i.c.k.
"Farewell, Jack! Take care of him, Mrs. Canary. And many, many thanks for a jolly time."
The boys and girls chorused their grat.i.tude to the owner of Mountain Camp and his wife. The men behind gave the pung just the tiniest push. The runners creaked over the ice, and the forward end pitched down the slope.
They had started.
And what a ride that was! It is not likely that any of them will ever forget it. Yet, as it proved, the danger was slight. They coasted the entire down-grade to the little railroad station where Fred Jaroth was telegraph operator with scarcely more peril than as though they had been riding behind the Jaroth horses.
But they were on the _qui vive_ all the time. Bobby declared her heart was in her mouth so much that she could taste it.
There were places when the speed threatened disaster. But when Uncle d.i.c.k shouted for "Brakes!" the twins broke through the crust with their peaveys and the hook broke up the thick ice and dragged back on the pung so that the latter was brought almost to a stop. The handles of the peaveys were braced against the end staffs of the pung, and to keep them in position did not exceed the twins" strength.
Once Ted"s peavey was dragged from his hands; but he jumped out and recovered it, and then, falling, slid flat on his back down the slippery way until he overtook the slowly moving pung again amid the delighted shouts of his chums.
Otherwise there were no casualties, and the pung flew past the Jaroth house a little before eleven to the great amazement of the whole family, who ran out to watch the coasting party.
"I don"t know how Jonathan Canary will recover his pung," said Mr. Gordon when they alighted on the level ground. "But I will leave it in Jaroth"s care, and when the winter breaks up, or before, it can be taken back to Mountain Camp.
"Now how do you feel, young folks? All right? No bones broken?"
"It was delightful," they cried. But Ida added something to this. "I feel rather--rather dazed, Mr. Gordon," she said. "But I am very thankful. And I know whom I have most to thank."
"Who is that; my dear?" asked Uncle d.i.c.k smiling.
"Betty."
CHAPTER XXV
ON THE DECK OF THE SAN SALVADOR
Mr. Richard Gordon sent several telegrams before the train arrived, and they were all of importance. One recovered Betty"s locket, for, informed of the circ.u.mstances by this telegram, the lawyer in Washington sent his clerk to Mrs. Staples and showed her in a very few words that she was coasting very close to the law by keeping the little platinum and diamond locket.
"So," said Betty to Bobby, "if the lawyer gets it--and Uncle d.i.c.k says he will--I can wear the locket to parties at the school."
"If Mrs. Eustice allows it," said her chum grimly. "You know, she"s down on jewelry. Remember how she got after Ada Nansen and Ruth Gladys Royal for wearing so much junk?"
"My goodness!" giggled Betty, "what would she say to you if she heard you use such an expression? Anyway, I am going to show her Uncle d.i.c.k"s present and ask her. I know the beautiful diamond earrings Doctor and Mrs.
Guerin sent me can"t be worn till I grow up a bit. But my locket is just right."
It was a noisy crowd that boarded the train; and it continued to be a noisy crowd to the junction where it broke up. All the young folks would have been glad to go with Uncle d.i.c.k and Ida Bellethorne to New York; but he sent all but Betty and Bob on to school. They would reach the Shadyside station soon after daybreak the next morning, and Mr. Gordon had telegraphed ahead for the school authorities to be on the look-out for them.
Betty and Bob, with Uncle d.i.c.k and the English girl, left the train at the junction and boarded another for New York City in some confidence of reaching their destination in good season.
The train, however, was late. It seemed merely to creep along for miles and miles. Luckily they had secured berths, and while they slept the delayed train did most of its creeping.
But in the morning they were dismayed to find that they were already two hours late and that it would be impossible for the train to pick up those two hours before reaching the Grand Central Terminal in New York City.
"Now, hold your horses, young people!" advised Mr. Gordon. "We are not beaten yet. The _San Salvador_ does not leave her dock until eleven at the earliest. It may be several hours later. I have wired to Miss Bellethorne aboard the ship and in care of the Toscanelli Opera Company as well. I do not know the hotel at which Miss Bellethorne has been staying."
"But, Uncle d.i.c.k!" cried Betty, who seemed to have thought of every chance that might arise, "suppose Ida"s aunt wants to take her along to Brazil?
Her pa.s.sport----"
"Can be vised at the British consulate on Whitehall Street in a very few minutes. I have examined Ida"s pa.s.sport, and there is no reason why there should be any trouble over it at all. She is a minor, you see, and if her aunt wishes to a.s.sume responsibility for her no effort will be made to keep her in the country, that is sure."
"Then it all depends upon Ida"s aunt," sighed Betty.
"And our reaching the dock in time," amended Uncle d.i.c.k. "I would not wish to interfere with Miss Bellethorne"s business engagement in Rio Janeiro; but I am anxious for her to authorize me, on behalf of her niece, to get legal matters in train for the recovery of that beautiful mare. I believe that she belongs--every hair and hoof of her--to our young friend here.
There has been some trickery in the case."
"Oh, Uncle d.i.c.k!" shrieked Betty.
"When I went to see that poor little cripple Hunchie Slattery he told me that the very papers that were given to Mr. Bolter with the horse must prove Ida"s ownership at one time of the mare. There was some kind of a quit-claim deed signed by her name, and that signature must be a forgery.
"The horse could never have been sold in England, for the Bellethorne stable was too well known there. The men who grabbed the string of horses left when Ida"s father died are well-to-do, and Mr. Bolter will be able to get his money back, even if he has already paid the full price agreed upon for Ida Bellethorne.
"I am convinced," concluded Uncle d.i.c.k, "that the girl has something coming to her. And it may even pay Miss Bellethorne to remain in the United States instead of going to Rio Janeiro until the matter of the black mare"s ownership is settled beyond any doubt."
When the train finally reached New York, Uncle d.i.c.k did not even delay to try to reach the dock by telephone. He bundled his party into a taxicab and they were transported to the dock where the _San Salvador_ lay.
A steward seemed to be on the look-out for the party, and addressed Uncle d.i.c.k the moment he alighted from the cab.
"Mr. Gordon, sir? Yes, sir. Madam Bellethorne has received your wire and is waiting for you. I have arranged for you all to be pa.s.sed through the inspection line. The steamship, sir, is delayed and will not sail until next tide."
"And that is a mighty good thing for us," declared Mr. Gordon to his charges.
His business card helped get them past the inspectors. It is not easy to board a ship nowadays to bid good-bye to a sailing friend. But in ten minutes or so they stood before the great singer.
She was a tall and handsome woman. Betty at first glance saw that Ida, the niece, would very likely grow into a very close resemblance to Madam Bellethorne.
The woman looked swiftly from Betty to Ida and made no mistake in her identification of her brother"s daughter. Ida was crying just a little, but when she realized how close and kindly was her aunt"s embrace she shook the drops out of her eyes and smiled.
"Father wanted I should find you, Aunt Ida," she said. "He wrote a letter to you and I have it. I think it was the princ.i.p.al thing he thought of during his last illness--his misunderstanding with you."