In a general way, a steamboat"s smoke-room is less of a men"s lounge than a gambling club."
"And you object to cards?"
"Oh, no!" said Wyllard. "They merely make me tired, and when I feel I want some excitement for my dollars I get it another way. That one seems tame to me."
"Which is the one you like?"
The man laughed. "There are a good many that appeal to me. Once it was collecting sealskins off other people"s beaches, and there was zest enough in that, in view of the probability of the dory turning over, or a gunboat dropping on to you. Then there was a good deal of very genuine excitement to be got out of placer-mining in British Columbia, especially when there was frost in the ranges, and you had to thaw out your giant-powder. Shallow alluvial workings have a way of caving in when you least expect it of them. After all, however, I think I like the prairie farming best."
"Is that exciting?"
"Yes," said Wyllard, "if you do it in one way. The gold"s there--that you"re sure of--piled up by nature during I don"t know how many thousand years, but you have to stake high if you want to get much of it out. One needs costly labour, teams--no end of them--breakers, and big gang-plough. The farmer who has nerve enough drills his last dollar into the soil in spring, but if he means to succeed it costs him more than that. He must give the sweat of his tensest effort, the uttermost toil of his body--all, in fact, that has been given him.
Then he must shut his eyes tight to the hazards against him, or, and we can"t all do that, look at them without wavering--the drought, the hail, the harvest frost. If his teams fall sick, or the season goes against him, he must work double tides. Still, it now and then happens that things go right, and the red wheat rolls ripe right back across the prairie. I don"t know that any man could want a keener thrill than the one you feel when you drive the binders in!"
Agatha had imagination, and she could realise something of the toil, the hazard, and the clean thrill of that victory.
"You have felt it often?" she said.
"Twice we helped to fill a big elevator up," said Wyllard quietly.
"Still, I"ve been very near defeat."
The girl looked at him thoughtfully. It seemed that he possessed the power of acquisition, as well as a wide generosity that came into play when by strenuous effort success had been attained, which, so far as her experience went, were things that did not invariably accompany each other.
"And when the harvest comes up to your expectations, you give your dollars away," she said.
Wyllard laughed. "You shouldn"t deduce too much from a single instance. Besides, that Pole"s case hasn"t cost me anything yet."
Mrs. Hastings joined them soon afterwards, and when Wyllard strolled away they spent some time leaning on the rails, and looking at the groups of shadowy figures on the forward deck. Their att.i.tude was dejected and melancholy, but one cl.u.s.ter had gathered round a man who stood upon the hatch.
"Yes," he said, "you"ll have no trouble. Canada"s a great country for a poor man. He can sleep beneath a bush all summer, if he can"t strike anything he likes."
This did not appear particularly encouraging, but the orator went on.
"Been over for a trip to the Old Country, and I"m glad I"m going back again. Went out with nothing except a good discharge, and they made me sergeant of Canadian militia: After that armourer to a rifle club.
There"s places a blame long way behind the Dominion, and I struck one of them when we went with Roberts to Afghanistan. It was on that trip I and a Pathan rolled all down a hill, him trying to get his knife arm loose, and me jabbing his breastbone with my bayonet before I got it into him. I drove it through to the socket. You want to make quite sure of a Pathan."
Miss Rawlinson winced at this. "Oh," she said, "what a horrible man!"
"It was "most as tough as when you went after Kiel, and stole the Scotchman"s furs," suggested a Canadian.
The sergeant let the jibe go by. "Oh," he said, "Louis"s bucks could shoot! We had them corralled in a pit, and every time one of the boys from Montreal broke cover he got a bullet into him. Did any of you ever hear a dropped man squeal?"
Agatha had heard sufficient, and she and her companions turned away, but as they moved across the deck the sergeant"s voice followed her.
"Oh, yes," he said, "a grand country for a poolman. In the summer he can sleep beneath a bush."
For some reason this eulogy haunted Agatha when she retired to her room that night, and she wondered what awaited all those aliens in the new land, until it occurred to her that in some respects she was situated very much as they were. Then, for the first time, vague misgivings crept into her mind as she realised that she had cut herself adrift from all that she had been accustomed to. She felt suddenly depressed and lonely.
The depression had, however, almost vanished when, awakening rather early next morning, she went up on deck. A red sun hung over the tumbling seas that ran into the hazy east astern, and they rolled up in crested phalanxes that gleamed green and incandescent white ahead. The _Scarrowmania_ plunged through them with a spray cloud flying about her dipping bows. She was a small, old-fashioned boat, and--for she had some 3,000 tons of railway iron in the bottom of her--she rolled distressfully. Her tall spars swayed athwart the vivid blueness of the morning sky, with the rhythmic regularity of a pendulum. The girl, however, was troubled by no sense of sickness; the keen north-wester that sang amidst the shrouds was wonderfully fresh; and when she met Wyllard crossing the saloon deck her cheeks were glowing from the sting of the spray, and her eyes were bright.
"Where have you been?" she asked.
"Down there," said Wyllard, pointing to the black opening in the fore-hatch that led to the steerage quarters. "An acquaintance of mine who"s travelling forward asked me to take a look round, and I"m rather glad I did. When I"ve had a word with the chief steward I"m going back again."
"You have a friend down there?"
"I met the man for the first time yesterday, and rather took to him.
One of your naval petty officers, forcibly retired, who can"t live upon his pension, which is why he"s going out to Canada. Now you"ll excuse me."
"I wonder," said Agatha, "if you would let me go back with you?"
Wyllard looked at her rather curiously. "Well," he said, with an air of reflection, "you"ll probably have to face a good deal that you don"t like out yonder, and in one way you won"t suffer from a little preparatory training. This, however, is not a case where sentimental pity is likely to relieve anybody. It"s the real thing."
"I think I told you at Garside Scar that I haven"t lived altogether in luxury!"
Wyllard, who made no comment, disappeared, and merely signed to her when he came back. They reached the ladder that led down into the gloom beneath the hatch, and Agatha hesitated when a sour and musty odour floated up to her, apparently out of the depths of the ship. She went down, however, and a few moments later stood, half-nauseated, gazing at the wildest scene of confusion her eyes had ever rested on.
A little light came down the hatchway, and a smoky lamp or two swung above her head, but half the steerage deck was wrapped in shadow, and out of it there rose a many-voiced complaining. Flimsy, unplaned fittings had wrenched away, and men lay inert amidst the wreckage, with the remains of their last meal scattered about them. There were unwashed tin plates and pannikins, knives, and spoons, sliding up and down everywhere, and the deck was foul with slops of tea, and trodden bread, and marmalade. Now and then, in a wilder roll than usual, a frowsy, huddled object slid groaning down the slant of slimy planking, but in every case the helpless pa.s.senger was fully dressed. Steerage pa.s.sengers, in fact, seldom take off their clothes. For one thing, all their worldly possessions are, as a rule, secreted among their attire, and for another, most of those hailing from beyond the Danube have never been accustomed to disrobing. In the midst of the confusion, two half-sick steward lads were making wholly ineffective efforts to straighten up the mess.
Then Agatha made out that a swarm of urchins were huddled together in a helpless ma.s.s, along one side of the horrible place. The sergeant was haranguing them, while another man, whom she supposed to be the petty officer, pulled them to their feet one by one. A good deal of his labour was wasted, for the _Scarrowmania_ was rolling viciously, and as soon as he had got a few upright half of them collapsed again. Wyllard glanced towards them compa.s.sionately.
"I believe most of them have had nothing to eat since they came on board, though it isn"t the company"s fault," he said. "There"s food enough served out, but before we picked the breeze up the men laid hands upon it first and half of it was wasted in the scramble. Then it seems they pitched these youngsters out of their berths."
"Don"t they belong to anybody?" Agatha asked. "Is there no one to look after them?"
Wyllard smiled drily. "I believe one of your charitable inst.i.tutions is sending them out, and there seems to be a clergyman, who has a curate and a lay a.s.sistant to help him, in charge. The a.s.sistant won"t be available while this rolling lasts, and the other two very naturally prefer the saloon. In a way, that"s comprehensible."
He left her, and proceeded to help the man who was dragging the urchins to their feet.
"Get up!" said the sergeant. "Get up, and fall in. Dress from the left, and number off, the ones who can stand."
It appeared that the lads had been drilled, for they scrambled into a line that bent and wavered each time the _Scarrowmania"s_ bows went down. After that, every other lad stepped forward at the word; the order was, "Left turn! March, and fall in on deck," and when they feebly clambered up the ladder Wyllard, who turned to Agatha, pointed to a door in a bulkhead of rough white wood.
"It should have been locked, but I fancy you can get in that way, and up through another hatch," he said. "The single women, and women with children are in yonder, and if you want to be useful there"s a field for you. Get as many as possible up on deck."
Agatha left him, and her face was rather white when at last she came up into the open air, with about a dozen forlorn, draggled women trailing helplessly after her. The lads were now sitting down in a double line on deck, each with a tin plate and a steaming pannikin in front of him.
There were, she fancied, at least a hundred of them, and a man with a bronzed face and the stamp of command upon him was giving them the order of the voyage. He was the one she had already noticed.
"You"ll turn out at the whistle at half-past six," he said. "Shake mattresses, roll up blankets, and prepare for berth inspection. Then, at the next whistle, you"ll fall in on deck stripped to the waist for washing parade. Fourth files numbering even are orderlies in charge of the plates and pannikins."
"And," said the sergeant, "any insubordination will be sharply dealt with. Now, when I was with Roberts in Afghanistan----"
Wyllard, who was standing close by, turned to Agatha.
"I don"t think we"ll be wanted. You have probably earned your breakfast."
They went back to the saloon deck, and the girl smiled when he looked at her inquiringly.
"It was a little horrible, but I hadn"t so many to deal with," she said. "Do you, and those others expect to bring any order out of that chaos?"
"No," said Wyllard, "with a little encouragement they"ll do it themselves--that is, the English, Danes, and Germans. One can trust them to evolve a workable system. It"s in their nature. You can trace most things that tend to wholesome efficiency back to the old Teutonic leaven. By and bye, they"ll proceed to put some pressure on the Latins, Slavs, and Jews."