The professor took it, and tapped it.
"Are you sure there is nothing in it?" he asked.
"I am sure of it. Really, I don"t carry things in my hat, don"t you know."
"What do you say to this, then?" and Professor Hemenway drew out of the hat half a dozen onions, a couple of potatoes, and a ship biscuit.
"My dear sir, I think you are mistaken," he said. "I see you carry your lunch in your hat."
All present laughed at the horrified face of the dude.
"On my honor, I don"t know how those horrid things came in my hat," he stammered.
"Are you fond of onions, Mr. Clinton?" asked Harry.
"I wouldn"t eat one for--for a new suit of clothes!" protested Clinton, earnestly.
"Allow me to return your hat, Mr. Clinton," said the professor, politely. "I suppose you want the vegetables too. Here are the onions, and the rest."
"They are not mine, on my honor," said Clinton, very much embarra.s.sed.
"Here, my good man, can you make use of these?"
The sailor whom he addressed accepted the gift with a grin.
"Thank you kindly, sir," he said, "If so be as I ain"t a-robbin" you."
"I have no use for them, my good man. I never ate an onion in my life."
"Then I don"t think you know what"s good," said Mr. Stubbs. "An onion, let me tell you, is mighty good eatin", and healthy, too."
At the close of the magical entertainment, Harry sang by request, and no part of the performance was more popular. He received many warm congratulations.
"Really, Mr. Vane, you sing like a nightingale, don"t you know," was the tribute of Clinton.
"Bless me!" said Mr. Timmins; "I was so absorbed in your song that I have forgotten to take my catarrh medicine."
"Thank you, sir; that is the best compliment I have received,"
returned Harry, with a smile.
Little has been said thus far of Captain Hill, the chief officer of the Nantucket. He was a stout, red-faced seaman, nearing fifty years of age, and had been in service ever since he was fifteen. He was a thorough sailor, and fitted in every way but one to take charge of a ship bound to any part of the world. His one disqualification may be stated briefly--he had a pa.s.sion for drink.
It was not immediately that this was found out. He took his meals with the pa.s.sengers, but it was not then that he indulged his appet.i.te. He kept a private store of liquors in his cabin, and had recourse to them when by himself, under the impression that he could keep it a secret.
But intemperance, like murder, will out.
Harry and the professor were standing by the rail looking out at sea, one day, when a thick voice greeted them, "Good-mor"n", gentlemen,"
this address being followed by a hiccough.
Both turned quickly, and exchanged a significant glance when they recognized the captain.
"Yes," answered Professor Hemenway, "it is indeed a fine morning."
"I am sorry to see this, Harry," said the professor.
"Yes, sir; it is a pity any gentleman should drink too much."
"Yes, but that isn"t all," said the professor, earnestly; "it is a pity, of course, that Captain Hill should so sin against his own health, but we must consider furthermore, that he has our lives under his control. Our safety depends on his prudent management."
"He seems to understand his business," said Harry.
"Granted; but no man, however good a seaman, is fit to manage a vessel when he allows liquor to rob him of his senses. I wish I had had a knowledge beforehand of the captain"s infirmity."
"Suppose you had, sir?"
"I wouldn"t have trusted myself on board the Nantucket, you may be sure of that."
"It may be only an exceptional case."
"Let us hope so."
The next occasion on which the captain displayed his infirmity was rather a laughable one. He came up from the cabin about three o"clock in the afternoon so full that he was forced to stagger as he walked.
Directly in front of him the young dude, Montgomery Clinton, was pacing the deck, carrying in his hand a rattan cane such as he used on sh.o.r.e. As he overhauled him, Captain Hill, with the instinct of a drunken man, locked arms with the young man, and forced him to promenade in his company, talking rather incoherently meanwhile.
Clinton"s look of distress and perplexity, as he submitted to his fate, caused Harry nearly to explode with laughter. They were indeed a singular pair.
Finally there came a disaster. A lurch of the vessel proved too much for the captain, who, in losing his equilibrium, also upset Clinton, and the two rolled down under one of the ship"s boats, which was slung on one side.
Montgomery Clinton picked himself up, and hurriedly betook himself to his cabin, fearing that he might fall again into the clutches of his unwelcome companion. The captain was helped to his feet by the mate, and was persuaded also to go downstairs.
"The captain was pretty well slewed, professor," said Mr. Stubbs, who chanced to be on deck at the time.
"It looks like it," answered Professor Hemenway.
"If he does that often it"ll be a bad lookout for us."
"Just what I am thinking, Mr. Stubbs."
CHAPTER X
THE YOUNG SAILOR
The crew of the Nantucket consisted of twelve sailors and a boy, not counting the officers. This boy was about Harry"s age, but an inch or two shorter, and with great breadth of shoulders. He had a good-natured face, and was a general favorite on board, as is apt to be the case with a boy, if he possesses any attractive qualities. He came from New Hampshire and he was known as Jack.
It was natural that Harry, as the only other boy on board, though a pa.s.senger, should be attracted to Jack. He took an opportunity when Jack was off duty to have a chat with him.
"How long have you been a sailor, Jack?" he asked.