"Ah, my dear Helen, you look positively charmin" this mornin"; you are like a tea-rose wet with dew; nothing like these Maryland girls,-unless, my dear madam," he added, turning to Mrs. Leroy, bowing as low to his hostess as the grip of his shoulders would permit, "unless it be yo"r own queenly presence. Sam, put some cushions behind the ladies" backs, or shall I order coffee for you on deck?"
But it was not until the major came up on the return curve of his bow to a perpendicular that his hostess realized in full the effect of Morgan Leroy"s nautical outfit. She gave a little gasp, and her face flushed.
"I hope none of these ladies will recognize Morgan"s clothes, Henry,"
she whispered behind her fan to Sanford. "I must say this is going a step too far."
"But didn"t you send them to his room, Kate? He told me this morning he wore them out of deference to your wishes. He found them hanging in his closet." Sanford"s face wore a quizzical smile.
"I send them?" Then the whole thing burst upon her. With the keenest appreciation of the humor of the situation in every line of her face, she turned to the major and said, "I must congratulate you, major, on your new outfit, and I must thank you for wearing it to-day. It was very good of you to put it on. It is an important occasion, you know, for Mr. Sanford. Will you give me your arm and take me on deck?"
Helen stared in complete astonishment as she listened to Mrs. Leroy.
This last addition to the major"s constantly increasing wardrobe-he had a way of borrowing the clothes of any friend with whom he stayed-had for the moment taken her breath away. It was only when Jack whispered an explanation to her that she, too, entered into the spirit of the scene.
Before the yacht had pa.s.sed through the draw of the railroad trestle on her way to the Ledge, the several guests had settled themselves in the many nooks and corners about the deck or on the more luxurious cushions of the saloon. Mrs. Leroy, now that her guests were happily placed, sat well forward out of immediate hearing, where she could talk over the probable outcome of the day with Sanford, and lay her plans if Carleton"s opposition threatened serious trouble. Helen and Jack were as far aft as they could get, watching the gulls dive for sc.r.a.ps thrown from the galley, while Smearly in the saloon below was the centre of a circle of ladies,-guests from the neighboring cottages,-who were laughing at his stories, and who had, thus early in the day, voted him the most entertaining man they had ever met, although a trifle cynical.
As for the major, he was as restless as a newsboy, and everywhere at once: in the galley, giving minute directions to the chef regarding the slicing of the cuc.u.mbers and the proper mixing of the salad; up in the pilot-house interviewing the sailing-master on the weather, on the tides, on the points of the wind, on the various beacons, shoals, and currents; and finally down in the pantry, where Sam, in white ap.r.o.n, immaculate waistcoat and tie, was polishing some pipe-stemmed gla.s.ses, intended receptacles of cooling appetizers composed of some ingredients of the major"s own selection.
"You lookin" mighty fine, major, dis mornin"," said Sam, his mouth stretched in a broad grin. "Dat "s de tip-nist, top-nist git-up I done seen fur a c.o.o.n"s age," detecting a certain-to him-cake-walk cut to the coat and white duck trousers. "Did dat come up on de train las"
night, sah?" he asked, walking round the major, and wiping a gla.s.s as he looked him over admiringly.
"Yes, Sam, and it"s the first time I wore "em. Little tight in the sleeves, ain"t they?" the major inquired, holding out his arm.
"Does seem ter pinch leetle mite round de elbows; but you do look good, fur a fac"."
These little confidences were not unusual. Indeed, of all the people about him the major understood Sam the best and enjoyed him the most,-an understanding, by the way, which was mutual. There never was any strain upon the Pocomokian"s many resources of high spirits, willingness to please, and general utility, when he was alone with Sam. He never had to make an effort to keep his position; that Sam accorded him. But then, Sam believed in the major.
As the yacht rounded the east end of Crotch Island, Sanford made out quite plainly over the port bow the lighthouse tender steaming along from a point in the direction of Little Gull Light.
"There they come," he said to Mrs. Leroy. "Everything is in our favor to-day, Kate. I was afraid they might be detained. We"ll steam about here for a while until the tender lands at the new wharf which we have just finished at the Ledge. The yacht draws a little too much water to risk the wharf, and we had better lie outside of the government boat.
It"s as still as a mill-pond at the Ledge to-day, and we can all go ash.o.r.e. If you will permit me, Kate, I"ll call to your sailing-master to slow down until the tender reaches the wharf."
At this moment the major"s head appeared around the edge of the pilot-house door. He had overheard Sanford"s remark. "Allow me, madam," he said in a voice of great dignity, and with a look at Sanford, as if somehow that gentleman had infringed upon his own especial privileges. The next instant the young engineer"s suggestion to "slow down" was sent bounding up to the sailing-master, who answered it with a touch of two fingers to his cap, an "Ay, ay, sir,"
and some sharp, quick pulls on the engine-room gong.
Mrs. Leroy smiled at the major"s nautical knowledge and quarter-deck air, and rose to her feet to see the approaching tender. Under Sanford"s guiding finger, she followed the course of the long thread of black smoke lying on the still horizon, unwinding slowly from the spool of the tender"s funnel.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "Victory is ours!"]
Everybody was now on deck. Helen and the other younger ladies of the party leaned over the yacht"s rail watching the rapidly nearing steamer; the older ladies mounted the deck from the cabin, some of them becoming fully persuaded that the Ledge with its derricks and shanty-a purple-gray ma.s.s under the morning glare-was unquestionably the expected boat.
Soon the Ledge loomed up in all its proportions, with its huge rim of circular masonry lying on the water line like a low monitor rigged with derricks for masts. When the rough shanty for the men, and the platforms filled with piles of cement barrels, and the hoisting-engine were distinctly outlined against the sky, everybody crowded forward to see the place of which they had heard so much.
Mrs. Leroy stood one side, that Sanford might explain without interruption the several objects as they came into view.
"Why, Henry," she exclaimed, after everybody had said how wonderful it all was, "how much work you have really done since I saw it in the spring! And there is the engine, is it, to which the pump belonged that nearly drowned Captain Joe and Caleb? And are those the big derricks you had so much trouble over? They don"t look very big."
"They are twice the size of your body, Kate," said Sanford, laughing.
"They may look to you like knitting-needles from this distance, but that is because everything around them is on so large a scale. You wouldn"t think that shanty which looks like a coal-bin could accommodate twenty men and their stores."
As Sanford ceased speaking, the major turned quickly, entered the pilot-house, and almost instantly reappeared with the yacht"s spygla.s.s. This he carefully adjusted, resting the end on the ratlines.
"Victory is ours," he said slowly, closing the gla.s.s. "I haven"t a doubt about the result."
CHAPTER XXI
THE RECORD OF NICKLES, THE COOK
The yacht and the lighthouse tender were not the only boats bound for the Ledge. The Screamer, under charge of a tug,-her sails would have been useless in the still air,-was already clear of Keyport Light, and heading for the landing-wharf a mile away. Captain Bob Brandt held the tiller, and Captain Joe and Caleb leaned out of the windows of the pilot-house of the towing tug. They wanted to be there to see if Carleton "played any monkey tricks," to quote Captain Brandt.
None of them had had cause to entertain a friendly spirit toward the superintendent. It had often been difficult for Caleb to keep his hands from Carleton"s throat since his experience with him under the willows. As for Captain Brandt, he still remembered the day the level was set, when Carleton had virtually given him the lie.
The Screamer arrived first; she made fast to the now completed dock, and the tug dropped back in the eddy. Then the lighthouse tender came alongside and hooked a line around the Screamer"s deck-cleats. The yacht came last, lying outside the others. This made it necessary for the pa.s.sengers aboard the yacht to cross the deck of the tender, and for those of both the yacht and the tender to cross the deck of the Screamer, before stepping upon the completed masonry of the lighthouse itself.
Nothing could have suited Mrs. Leroy better than this enforced intermingling of guests and visitors. The interchanges of courtesy established at once a cordiality which augured well for the day"s outcome and added another touch of sunshine to its happiness, and so she relaxed none of her efforts to propitiate the G.o.ds.
It is worthy of note that Carleton played no part in the joyous programme of the day. He sprang ash.o.r.e as soon as the tender made fast to the Screamer"s side (he had met the party of engineers at the railroad depot, and had gone with them to Little Gull Light,-their first stopping-place), and began at once his work of "superintending"
with a vigor and alertness never seen in him before, and, to quote Nickles, the cook, who was watching the whole performance from the shanty window, "with more airs than a Noank goat with a hoop-skirt."
The moment the major"s foot was firmly planted upon the Ledge a marked change was visible in him. The straight back, head up, rear-admiral manner, which had distinguished him, gave way to one of a thoughtful repose. Engineering problems began to absorb him. Leaving Hardy and Smearly to help the older ladies pick their way over the mortar-incrusted platforms and up and down the rude ladders to the top rim of masonry, he commenced inspecting the work with the eye of a skilled mechanic. He examined carefully the mortar joints of the masonry; squinted his eye along the edges of the cut stones to see if they were true; turned it aloft, taking in the system of derricks, striking one with the palm of his hand and listening for the vibration, to a.s.sure himself of its stability. And he asked questions in a way that left no doubt in the minds of the men that he was past grand master in the art of building lighthouses.
All but one man.
This doubter was Lonny Bowles, whom the Pocomokian had cared for in the old warehouse hospital the night of the explosion. Bowles had quietly dogged the major"s steps over the work, in the hope of being recognized. At last the good-natured lineaments of the red-shirted quarryman fastened themselves upon the major"s remembrance.
"My dear suh!" he broke out, as he jumped down from a huge coping-stone and grasped Lonny"s hand. "Of co"se I remember you. I sincerely hope you"re all right again," stepping back and looking him over with an expression of real pride and admiration.
"Oh yes, I"m purty hearty, thank ye," said Bowles, laughing as he hitched his sleeves up his arms, bared to the elbow. "How"s things gone "long o" yerself?"
The major expressed his perfect satisfaction with life in its every detail, and was about to compliment Bowles on the wonderful progress of the work so largely due to his efforts, when the man at the hoisting-engine interrupted with, "Don"t stand there now lalligaggin", Lonny. Where ye been this half hour? Hurry up with that monkey-wrench.
Do you want this drum to come off?" Lonny instantly turned his attention to the work. When he had given the last turn to the endangered nut, the man said, "Who"s the duck with the bobtail coat, Lonny?"
"Oh, he"s one o" the boss"s city gang. Fust time I see him he come inter th" warehouse when we was stove up. I thought he was a sawbones till I see him a-fetchin" water fur th" boys. Then I thought he was a preach till he began to swear. But he ain"t neither one; he"s an out-an"-out ol" sport, he is, every time, an" a good un. He"s struck it rich up here, I guess, from th" way he"s boomin" things with them Leroy folks,"-which conviction seemed to be shared by the men around him, now that they were a.s.sured of the major"s ident.i.ty. Many of them remembered the nankeen and bombazine suit which the Pocomokian wore on that fatal day, and the generally disheveled appearance that he presented the following morning. The present change in his attire was therefore the more incomprehensible.
During all this time, Sanford, with the a.s.sistance of Captain Joe and Caleb, was adjusting his transit, in order that he might measure for the committee the exact difference between the level shown on the plans and the level found in the concrete base. In this adjustment, the major, who had now joined the group, took the deepest interest, discoursing most learnedly, to the officers about him, upon the marvels of modern science, punctuating his remarks every few minutes with pointed allusions to his dear friend Henry, "that Archimedes of the New World," who in this the greatest of all his undertakings had eclipsed all former achievements. The general listened with an amused smile, in which the whole committee joined before long.
Either General Barton"s practiced eye forestalled any need of the instrument, or Carleton had already fully posted him as to which side of the circle was some inches too high, for he asked, with some severity:-
"Isn"t the top of that concrete base out of level, Mr. Sanford?"
"Yes, sir; some inches too high near the southeast derrick," replied Sanford promptly.
"How did that occur?"
"I should prefer you to ask the superintendent," said Sanford quietly.
Mrs. Leroy, who was standing a short distance away on a dry plank that Sanford had put under her feet, her ears alert, stopped talking to Smearly and turned her head. She did not want to miss a word.