"You"ll have to wait over, Motte," he said.
Mr. Motte"s face fell.
"All right," he muttered.
"Why don"t you give him that extra ticket?" proposed Mr. Grigsby, over his shoulder, as he followed Charley.
"I was thinking of that. Here," Mr. Adams extended the ticket. "That will help you out, won"t it? We"ve no use for it. It will take you to San Francisco."
"I"ll leave on the next boat, then," stammered young Mr. Motte, flushing. "I"ll see you in San Francisco or the diggings, and pay you.
I surely will."
"No pay expected," returned Mr. Adams, now remounting the stairs, and pressed close by the baggage. "It was given to us; we give it to you, and glad to do so. Good-bye."
"Good-bye."
Charley was about to call good-bye, also, but the words died on his lips, for almost the first face that he saw, beyond the captain, as he gained the deck, was the face of the long-nosed man. The long-nosed man had touched the captain on the shoulder.
XI
CHARLEY LOSES OUT
"Who are you?" demanded the captain, brusquely.
"I"m one of your pa.s.sengers; that"s enough. I"ve paid my money to get to San Francisco with reasonable comfort and dispatch. We are late now, and overloaded, and I protest against your delaying to take more pa.s.sengers aboard."
"I"m running this ship. You get back where you belong," ordered the captain.
"This is a party of tramps," bawled the long-nosed man. "They"ve come off the beach with a forged letter. I know "em. I"ll report you to the company. I"ll see if the United States Government won"t----"
"For shame!"
"Put him out!"
"Throw him overboard!"
Cries from the other pa.s.sengers interrupted him; and so did the captain.
"Here! Chuck this fellow aft!" he called, to the sailors. "If he makes any more fuss, put him below and keep him there." And he summoned, to Mr. Adams: "Come aboard, and hurry up."
So on up the stairs clambered Charley.
"Good-bye," he called back, to young Mr. Motte.
Mr. Grigsby and Charley"s father followed; and on the instant the captain hurried to the bridge. The steamer"s paddle-wheels began to turn; she glided ahead.
Sailors closed the rail, and Charley and his two companions were left standing there. Below, the two canoes fell behind. Charley waved to them, and was answered.
So at last they actually were off, on the last leg of their journey to California. It had been a narrow squeak.
"That long-nosed individual seems to prefer your absence to your company," remarked Mr. Grigsby, leaning upon his rifle and glancing coolly about.
"Yes. We"ve some information he thinks he can use better than we can,"
answered Mr. Adams.
"You may have to deal with him pretty smartly, if he crosses your trail many more times," observed Mr. Grigsby.
"We will, when necessary," promised Mr. Adams. "We"ll take care of ourselves; eh, Charley?"
"Yes, sir," promptly agreed Charley.
"Very good," said Mr. Grigsby. "As I size him up--and his two pards, too--he"ll be afraid to do much more, aboard this ship. He"s gone as far as is safe for him. But when you reach San Francisco, then look out. Meanwhile I"ll help you keep an eye on him."
"Thank you, sir," responded Mr. Adams.
Out through the open Bay of Panama majestically swept the _California_; past several small rocky islands, with some islands ahead on the left or south which were said to be the famous Pearl Islands, where pearls as large as filberts were found plentifully. In about an hour stop was made at the equally famous Island of Taboga--the most beautiful place, as seemed to Charley, in the world. It had a white beach; from the beach rose long slopes of green, shaded by bananas, palms, figs, plantains, oranges, limes--every kind of tropical growth. And these slopes were gayly colored with tiers of peak-roofed huts and houses, in pink and yellow and brown and blue and red. Along the beach were scores of white canoes. The people of Taboga, mostly negroes and mixed breeds, appeared to have nothing to do but loaf about and fish and eat and play. It was a sort of a resort place.
At Taboga the _California_ took on fresh water, and on she steamed, for the open sea.
Gradually the walls and houses of Panama, and even mighty Ancon Hill, faded from view.
The captain came down from the bridge, and approached the little party.
"I"ll turn over my cabin to you, for sleeping quarters," he announced, rather more kindly than before. "You"ll all have to bunk in together, some way, but I"ll rig you up a cot. I"ll pair off with the first mate."
"We can"t permit that, sir," answered Mr. Adams, at once. "Not a bit.
Any place on deck will do. We slept on deck, to Chagres, and we can do the same here."
"No, sir," and the captain spoke decisively. "We"re overloaded, and you"ll not find a spot vacant. I"ll fare very well with the mate. I can use the cabin daytimes, when necessary. You must have done the handsome thing by Crosby, and I"ll return the compliment as far as possible. The steward will have your luggage stowed away, and show you where you belong."
So saying, the captain left, not waiting for thanks.
The cabin, of course, was airy and convenient, and to occupy it made Charley feel like a personage of importance. Mr. Grigsby chose the cot (which was to be folded away during the day), and insisted on Charley and his father taking the berth. After arranging their baggage, they might stroll about and inspect the ship.
By this time the _California_ was headed well out to sea. Evidently the Pacific Mail Steamship Company was wealthy and progressive. The _California_ was much larger and finer than the _Georgia_, her decks were scrubbed smooth and white, her bra.s.s-work highly polished, and everything looked to be in apple-pie order. Her table, too, proved to be better supplied than the table on the _Georgia_. In a large pen, forward of the wheel-house, surrounding a platform built for the purpose, were confined a quant.i.ty of cattle, sheep and hogs, for fresh meat. Every day or so several were slaughtered. Over the upper deck were stretched shade awnings. Officers and crew were smart and spick and span.
But, like the _Georgia_, the _California_ was too crowded for real comfort. From the steerage, below, to the first cabin or upper deck, the pa.s.sengers had occupied every kind of quarters; the sea was smooth, so that few were seasick, but the sun beat down from directly overhead, out of a sky almost cloudless, and even under the awnings the heat and moisture were well-nigh unendurable. The gold seekers who clung to their heavy boots and trousers and flannel shorts fairly panted.
However, it was a three weeks" voyage, now, and there was no retreat.
Anyway, people said that after crossing the Tropic of Cancer, there would be more of a breeze, and the weather would cool off rapidly, the nearer the _California_ got to San Francisco.
The majority of the pa.s.sengers had come across the Isthmus from the _Georgia_, and Charley recognized a number of them. The long-nosed man and his two cronies carefully kept away from the Adams party; Charley saw them only occasionally. After all, they were cowards, with guilty consciences.
"Charley," said his father, that afternoon while they were together, "what do you think of telling Mr. Grigsby about the mysterious miner we took care of, back home, and his Golden West mining claim? Seems to me Grigsby"s a thoroughly honest man, he"s been of great help to us, and while he hasn"t asked any questions he must be wondering why our friend Jacobs is hounding us so."