"O, no! He didn"t mean to harm me; but he was impudent and insulting. I will never speak to him again, as long as I live!"
"Of course your father knew you were coming with Mr. Waterford."
"No; he did not; but my mother did. My father is very stern, and very particular, I suppose you know. He hates Mr. Waterford, while my mother thinks he is a very fine man. But my mother told me not to come with him unless there were other ladies in the party."
"He seems to have a very high regard for you," said I. "He has named his boat after you."
"But I have been very imprudent, Phil. I am afraid of Mr. Waterford."
"You need not be afraid of him. I will see that no harm comes to you, and that you return home safely."
"You are my father"s clerk--are you not?"
"I am."
"I saw you at the house this morning; and I have heard that you were a very good young man. You will not let him harm me."
"Certainly not."
She was really terrified, though I could not see any good reason for her fears.
"You must be very watchful, too," she added.
"Why, what do you fear?"
"He means to get rid of you," she answered, her face crimson with blushes.
"To get rid of me!" I exclaimed.
"He said so to me. You will not expose my weakness, if I tell you all, Philip?" said she, the tears starting in her beautiful eyes; and really I felt like crying myself.
"Not a word, nor a hint," I protested.
"Mr. Waterford has been very attentive to me for a year; and I confess that I liked him. But my father said he was an unprincipled man."
"Your father was right."
"I fear he was. Mr. Waterford asked me, several weeks ago, to run away with him, and be married in some town on the other side of the lake. I was weak enough to listen to him, but not to accept his proposition. He repeated it to-day, and with some familiarity which frightened me, and made me scream. I never was so alarmed before in my life."
"What did he do?"
"He put his arm around me, and attempted to kiss me," said she, desperately. "Now you know the worst."
I did not think it was so bad as it might be, after she had encouraged him by listening to his proposals.
"He is a bad man. I begin to be of my father"s opinion in regard to him."
"Mr. Whippleton is another bad man," I added.
"Mr. Whippleton! What, my father"s partner?"
At the risk of letting the beef be burned, I told her briefly the history of the man, and that he was even then running from the officer, while I was in pursuit of him.
"Dear me! What will become of me!" she exclaimed.
"Don"t be afraid of anything. I will protect you."
"But you don"t know the worst!"
"Do you?"
"I think I do. He has decoyed me into this boat, and he means to get rid of you. He told me so. Then he will take me to some town on the lake, if he can persuade me to accept his proposal. Don"t leave me, Phil! Don"t let him get rid of you!"
"I will not."
"I think I understand him perfectly, now; and I feel very miserable to think I disregarded the instructions of my mother. He will persecute me till I consent to his proposal," continued the poor girl, wiping away her tears. "I shall depend upon you for my safety, Philip."
"I will not fail you, Miss Collingsby. I do not mean to lose sight of Mr. Whippleton, and I have no idea of being thrust out of the way," I replied, as I dished up the beefsteak, and put the plate on the table.
"Dinner is ready," I shouted, when I had placed the potatoes and coffee on the table.
My mission below for the present was accomplished, and I went on deck by the fore scuttle. I looked for the Florina as soon as I went up, and found that she had hauled her wind, and was standing towards the Illinois sh.o.r.e of the lake. The Marian had followed her example. I saw the former enter a creek soon after, where she disappeared from our view. I knew the locality very well, for I had been up the creek in the Florina with Mr. Whippleton. The mouth of it was a broad lagoon, which extends into a series of swamps.
"Take the helm, Phil," said Mr. Waterford, as I walked aft to the standing-room. "Is dinner on the table?"
"Yes, all ready."
"Head her into the creek, Phil, and we will land there," added he, as he went below, leaving me in charge of the yacht.
I could not help thinking that Miss Collingsby was more frightened than hurt. She was certainly a beautiful girl, and was sure to have a princely dowry when she was married. I could not blame Mr. Waterford for wanting her, and I was confident Mr. Collingsby would never consent to such a match. Without appearing to be suspicious, I intended to watch the skipper closely, and if he attempted to get rid of me, he would find it would take two to make that bargain.
Before the interesting couple in the cabin had finished their dinner, I ran the Marian into the creek. When the skipper came on deck, he immediately anch.o.r.ed the yacht, near the south bank of the lagoon.
After I had eaten my dinner, he took the small boat, and wished me to go on sh.o.r.e with him, as Miss Collingsby declined to land.
CHAPTER XVII.
IN WHICH PHIL PUTS A CHECK ON THE OPERATIONS OF MR. BEN WATERFORD.
Mr. Waterford had anch.o.r.ed the Marian within a couple of rods of the sh.o.r.e, where there was a bank convenient for landing. He had simply lowered the jib, leaving the mainsail set, but with the boom hauled down to the traveller, to keep it from swaying. Miss Collingsby did not come on deck when she had finished her dinner, but sat in the cabin, apparently reading a book she had found there; but I think her mind was not interested in the contents of the volume.
"Come, Phil; will you go on sh.o.r.e with me?" repeated Mr. Waterford, after he had hauled the little tender alongside the yacht.
"I haven"t cleared away the dishes yet," I replied.
"Never mind them now; there will be time enough for that when we return."