"You are a good fellow, and I know you will help me out of this sc.r.a.pe," he continued, suddenly looking cheerful and pleasant, as though the whole difficulty had been solved.
"If you will do the right thing, I will help you out of it."
"I knew you would. You understand the matter. I do love Miss Collingsby, and she will tell you herself that she is not indifferent to me. She consented some time ago to elope with me, in my boat. We can run over to Lansing, St. Joseph, or some other town on the east side of the lake, be married, and return a happy couple. Since we are both agreed on this step, you are not hard-hearted enough to step between us. Her mother is willing, but her father, you know, is a stiff and unreasonable man. It will be all right with him when we return."
"Has Miss Collingsby consented to this step?" I asked.
"She consented to it once before, and if the way is open she will not object. Of course girls are coy about these things."
"I have been told they are," I replied, indifferently.
"Now you will help me out, Phil--won"t you?"
"I will," I added, rising from my seat.
"That"s a good fellow; and you shall never want for a friend. By the way, a smart book-keeper, like yourself, ought to have double the salary you are receiving now: and I will see that you have a better place as soon as we return. Whippleton says you are worth a thousand dollars a year."
"Thank you."
"And I will make it my whole business to see that you have such a situation. Now I think of it, our bank wants a book-keeper, and will pay twelve hundred a year. I can almost promise you the place."
"You are very kind, and I am much obliged to you."
"I will make it all right within three days after we come back. We can run over to St. Joseph, as the wind is now, before night. Then the knot can be tied, and we shall be back to-morrow night, or the next day; or, if you don"t wish to be absent from your business so long, all you have to do is to wait here till Whippleton comes down in the Florina, and go on board of her. He will take you right back to Chicago before dark.
What do you think of my plan?" he asked, nervously.
"The plan is good enough, but it won"t work."
"What"s the reason it won"t?"
"Well, I object, for one reason."
"You object! Permit me to say, it is none of your business."
"Isn"t it? Well, I thought it was, after your elaborate argument to convince me. Miss Collingsby objects also."
"No, she does not. Don"t I tell you that she consented to elope with me?"
"I know you do; but I don"t believe it--to be as frank as the occasion requires."
"Do you doubt my word?"
"We won"t quarrel about anybody"s word. If Miss Collingsby will tell me herself that she consents to your plan, I will stay on sh.o.r.e here, or go to St. Joseph with you, just as you desire."
"Of course she is not going to talk with you about such a matter. Girls are timid. You said you would help me out of this sc.r.a.pe, Phil."
"And so I will, with the greatest pleasure."
"What do you mean, then, by saying that you object?"
"I want to help you out of the sc.r.a.pe, and not into it. That"s what I mean. Let us return to Chicago, and that will get you out of the sc.r.a.pe."
"Do you think I am to be made a fool of by a boy like you?" said he, rising and stepping towards me.
"I hope not; I a.s.sure you I have no such wicked intention."
"You have said enough, Phil."
"That"s just my opinion; and I would like to amend it by adding that you also have said enough."
"Whether you help me or not, I want you to understand that I intend to carry out my plan."
"Not if I can help it. I want to be understood, too."
"The Marian belongs to me, and I can dispense with your company."
"Send Miss Collingsby on sh.o.r.e, and you may do so. I claim to be her protector, and I intend to stand by her to the end."
"Protector! You blockhead!" sneered he. "Pray, who made you her protector?"
"She did, for one; and I happen to be a relative of hers, which is an additional reason why I should not permit any one to mislead her."
"How long have you been a relative?"
"Ever since I was born, of course."
"Of course you are lying."
"I am not recognized as a relative; but no matter for that. I feel just as much interest in her as though she was my own sister."
"I am going on board of the boat now," said Mr. Waterford, gathering himself up.
"So am I."
"No, you are not--on board of my boat. There comes the Florina," he added, pointing to Mr. Whippleton"s yacht, which was coming down the lagoon before the wind. "You had better hail her."
"I shall not. My present business is to take care of Miss Collingsby.
When she is safe, I have business with Mr. Whippleton."
"I tell you once for all, that you shall not put your foot on board the Marian again."
Mr. Waterford walked towards the place where we had landed, and I followed him closely enough to prevent him from stealing a march upon me. As the matter now stood, he would attempt to prevent me from getting into the boat. I intended to insist, and a battle seemed to be imminent. The Florina stood over towards the opposite side of the creek, apparently for the purpose of giving the Marian a wider berth. I could see that Mr. Whippleton was alone in the standing-room, and I was confident that, if he had any ladies on board, they would not stay in the cabin.
Mr. Ben Waterford stepped into the tender, after he had pushed it down the bank so that it would float. I picked up the boat-hook, which lay on the ground, because I thought it was not a proper place to leave it.
With this implement in my hand, I stepped lightly into the boat.
"I told you not to come on board of my boat," said Mr. Waterford, angrily.