Second clerk and mud clerk answered his few needs.
But the captain----?
Ah, that was another matter. The actor was with him.
Mr. Gilmore; um-hmm. A step or so forward of the captain"s room, as the senator moved toward the bell, two male figures seated on the edge of the skylight roof spoke his name in a mild greeting, and, looking closely, he found them to be Watson"s cub and the Kentuckian whom the pair down on the boiler deck had just called "California."
The senator expressed surprise that these two were not abed, where he himself ought to be but--sleeplessness had driven him up here for fresh air.
"Well, here the fresh air is," said California. "Senator, we"ve just been wishing we could see you."
"Ah!" said the senator, grateful yet wary. "I"ll just take a turn or two up forward and be right back."
"But--hold on, senator; just one question."
The three stood. "Now, this first question ain"t it; this is just the cut and deal. Hayle"s twins have offered to fight Hugh Courteney--any way open to gentlemen, as they say--haven"t they?"
"Oh--night before last, I--believe so."
"Ancient history, yes; but it"s a standing invitation and they"ve called him names: poltroon, coward----"
"Well, really, Mr. So-and-so, while we can"t justify the names, nor the invitation, we can"t wonder at the givers."
"Why--I can. I think they"re pretty tol"able wonderful. But so"s he--to let "em do it. Now, this ain"t the question, either, but--why does he allow it? It ain"t for lack of pluck, senator. I know a coward"s earmarks and he ain"t got "em. It ain"t for religion; less"n two hours out of Orleans he"d offered them twins, I"m told, to take "em down to the freight deck and dish up the brace of "em at one fell scoop. And no more is it because his people won"t let him alone to do his own way.
He"s about the let-alone-dest fellow I ever see, for his age, if he is any particular age. No, sir, I"ve studied out what it"s for."
"Hmm. But what"s your question? What"s _it_ about?"
"Why, it"s about this--and your friend the general. For I"ll tell you, senator, why Mr. Hugh don"t fight. It"s for--can I tell you in confidence, strict, air-tight?"
"Certainly, strict, air-tight."
"Well, then, it"s for love. He"s in love with their sister. Now, _that"s_ something I _don"t_ wonder at. I am, too. So are a lot of us."
He smiled at the cub, who frowned away. "Now, by natural fitness, he"s got ground for hope. I ain"t got a square inch. She ain"t on my claim.
Next week my face"ll be to the setting sun. So what do I do but go to him--this was before her young brother died--which I almost loved the brother too--and s"I, "Mr. Courteney, I"ve saw the sun go down and moon come up on this thing three times running, and every time and all between I"ve stood it, seeing you stand it. And I"ve studied it. And I see your fix. But most of us don"t; so somebody"s got to indorse you.
Now, being a Kentuckian, not blue-gra.s.s but next door, I feel like doing it. You"ve _got_ to play two hands and you _can"t_ play but one. Well, I"ll play the one you can"t. I"ll fight them twins.""
"Well, of all--and he accepted?"
"Now, you know he didn"t. He said it would be absolutely impossible. But he said it the funniest way--! It made me see the size of him for the first time. And, senator, he"s life-size. But I reckon you knowed that before I did. He took me by the b.u.t.ton-hole, just as I"m holding you now, and talked to me as majestic as a father sending his boy off to school, and at the very same time and in the very same words as sweet as a girl sending her soldier to war."
"And he convinced you?"
"No, we was interrupted and couldn"t talk it out. Well, I can"t go back to him and resume, no more"n a wildcat bank. For one thing, I wouldn"t take him from her."
"You don"t mean they"re together now?"
"Now, no, but by spells, yes. Bound to happen--so many of us so willing.
I"d try to talk the thing out with this young man and Mr. Watson, but they all feel alike. Reckon it does "em credit, but--well--I"d like to talk it out with you and the general. I think we can dispense with the boat"s consent. Don"t you?"
"Oh, Lord, man, what have I got to do with that?"
"Hold your horses, senator. I look at it this way: If the twins hadn"t been too busy pecking at Mr. Hugh I"m just the sort o" man they"d "a"
pecked at, and hence I have a good moral right to waive their not doing it and take the will for the deed."
"Nonsense, my good friend; good joke, nothing more."
"Hold on; there"s this anyhow: If Mr. Hugh _could_ accept their invitation maybe he"d take me for his second; and what does second mean if it don"t mean that if, after all, something should force him to drop out I could drop in?"
"Oh," laughed the senator, freeing his b.u.t.tonhole by gentle force and edging away, "very well; but the twins! They"re out! Look at _their_ fix; _they_ can"t fight now."
"Senator, just so. But the general, all along he"s sort o" been their second; indorsed for "em same"s I"d like to for Mr. Hugh. He"d be their second now if they could fight--as we know they"d be glad to. So, why ain"t he honor bound to take their place if I take Mr. Hugh"s? This young gentleman"ll act for me--won"t you?--yes, and the senator can act for the general. Then, senator, the first time we can get ash.o.r.e we can settle the whole thing without involving Mr. Hugh and without ever letting the ladies know--or the crowd either--that it ain"t just our own affair. I can easily give the general cause, you know."
"My friend," said the cunning senator, who knew his ruling sin was tardiness and that he was tardy now, "I don"t say anything could be fairer--in its right time. If you"ll go to bed and to sleep----"
"Senator, delays are dangerous. I might get the cholera. The general might get it. Or some other trouble might crop up and sort o" separate us."
Ah! It flashed into the senator"s mind that California, though meaning all he said, had in full view the Gilmore-Harriet affair and that this was a move in that, a move to checkmate. His countermove had to be prompt; some one was coming up the nearest steps. "My dear sir, there _is_ another trouble; serious, imminent, and almost sure to involve our friend Hugh in a vital mistake--Why, general, I thought you, at least, was asleep."
"Sss-enator, I was. I mmm-erely had not und-ressed. Have you fff-ound that young man?"
"Not yet, general. Let"s go see him together. I want to see you, too, for just a moment, if these gentlemen will excuse me that long."
"Mr. Hugh"s with the first clerk, yonder by the bell," said the gold hunter. "We"ll wait here, eh?"
The general wanted to reply, but "I wish you would," responded the senator and hurried him away.
XLIX
KANGAROO POINT
Aboard the _Votaress_ was a gentle, retiring lady, large and fair, whom both Hugh and Ramsey had liked from the first, yet whose acquaintance they had made very slowly and quite separately. She was a parson"s wife, who had never seen a play, a game of cards, or a ball, danced a dance, read a novel, tasted wine, or worn a jewel. She had four handsome, decorous, well-freckled children, two boys, two girls.
At table, until the married pairs of Vicksburg, Yazoo, and Milliken"s Bend had gone ash.o.r.e, she had not sat with the foremost dozen, although she and the bishop spoke often together and were always "sister" and "brother." Her near neighbors at the board had been the Carthaginians and Napoleonites, and it was through them that she had met the Gilmores.
To Ramsey and Hugh she had been made known by her children, one boy and girl having fallen wildly in love with the young lady"s red curls, and the other two with Hugh and his frown.
The Gilmores" hearts she had won largely by the way in which her talks with them revealed the sweet charities of a soul unwarped by the tyrannous prohibitions under which she had been "born and raised" and to which she was still loyal; and she had crowned the conquest by a gentle, inflexible refusal to "brother" John the Baptist. In their lively minds she reawakened the age-old issue between artist and pietist. Said the amused Gilmore:
"Humiliate me? Not in the least. She only humbles me; she"s such a beautiful example of----"
"Yes, but, goodness, don"t say it here!" said his wife. "Harriet" and the exhorter were already trouble enough.
Nevertheless, "What lovely types of character," insisted Gilmore, "come often, _so_ often, from ugly types of faith!"