"Her father isn"t home," the man explained. "He"s away somewhere on a business trip. As for her mother, well----" He paused, pulled a plug of tobacco out of his pocket, and bit off a chew. Then he turned to his companions. "Come, boys, suppose we get back? We"ve wasted too much time already."
The captain watched them as they rowed away, and his eyes twinkled with merriment. He was smiling when he returned to the cabin. The girl there was smiling, too, although it was easy to tell that she had been greatly agitated.
"Have they gone?" she asked in a low voice.
"Oh, yes, they"ve gone back to look fer you. Say, Miss, I don"t like this bizness one bit. It"s a mighty spooky affair, an" gits on me nerves. Don"t ye feel a bit shaky yerself?"
"I suppose I should," the girl thoughtfully replied. "But under the circ.u.mstances I can"t. Don"t you remember what that man told you?"
"About you marryin" that Lord Fiddlesticks?"
"Yes, though that is not his name."
"I know it isn"t, but it doesn"t matter. But, thar, I must take some grub to Eben. He"ll be down here soon, I"m sartin, if I don"t head him off. Thar"s nuthin" like grub to hold that boy in check. I"ve got to go ash.o.r.e this mornin" to git some tea. Eben fergot all about it last night."
"Will you get a few things for me?" the girl asked. "I will make out a list at once."
"I was expectin" something like that, Miss. I knew ye wouldn"t be satisfied with what this cabin contains, but would want many things extry. I s"pose ye"ll order a hull outfit of table linen, a set of chiny dishes, a new coffee pot, an" dear knows what all. I"d have to go to the city fer them things."
"No, not at all," the girl laughingly replied. "I can get along nicely with what you have here. I only need something for myself, as I came away without anything, not even a comb. I hope you don"t mind."
"Oh, I don"t mind, as fer as I"m consarned. But I"m wonderin" what Martha an" Flo"ll think if they ever hear of it."
"I am sure they will be pleased, Captain, when they know how kind you have been to an unfortunate girl. When I see them I shall explain, so everything will be all right."
"I hope so, Miss. But if ye knew Martha as well as I do mebbe ye wouldn"t feel so sure. Anyway, I s"pose it can"t be helped now. Jist have yer list ready when I come back from feedin" Eben, an" I"ll do the best I kin."
CHAPTER V
CAPTAIN SAMUEL GOES SHOPPING
Captain Tobin rowed toward the sh.o.r.e with long steady strokes. He was in no hurry as he had all the morning on his hands. He did not expect the wind to rise until the turn of the tide, which would be about noon.
He was thinking of Eben, and wondering what had come over the boy to make him so docile in such a short time. He had seemed more animated than usual, and had eaten his breakfast without making any embarra.s.sing enquiries. He had not even referred to the men searching the river for the missing girl, neither did he speak of the conversation that had taken place between his father and the man in the small boat. All this was puzzling to the captain, for it was very unlike Eben"s usual manner. Was it possible that the boy knew anything about the matter, or had a hand in the affair himself? he wondered. He banished the idea, however, as too absurd to be entertained even for a moment.
Reaching the wharf, he tied the boat, and was making his way to the store when he was suddenly hailed.
"Hi, there," someone called, "let me have your boat, will you?"
Looking around, he saw the immaculately-dressed young man coming toward him from the lower side of the wharf. He knew that this must be the missing girl"s lover, and he had no desire to meet him. There seemed to be no escape, however, so he was forced to stop and wait until the man sauntered up to where he was standing.
"Was ye callin" me?" the captain asked.
"I was," the man replied. "I want your boat."
"Ye do, eh? Well, I guess I want it meself more"n you do, by the look of things."
"But I want to help with the search."
"Oh, so you"re Lord Fiddlesticks" son, are ye? Glad to meet ye," and the captain held out his hand. "I"m Sam"l Tobin, captain an" owner of the "Eb an" Flo," layin" jist out yonder."
"So I supposed," was the drawling response. "But it makes no difference to me who or what you are. You might be the devil for all I care. All I want is your small boat."
"Come, come, Mr. Lord Fiddlesticks, don"t talk in sich a high an"
mighty manner; it might not be good fer yer health. A young chap about your make-up tried it once upon me, but it didn"t work out to his satisfaction. He acknowledged it when he got out of the hospital.
See?"
"Oh, I didn"t mean to offend you," and the young man retreated a few steps. "I"m all upset this morning over Miss Randall"s disappearance, and so am hardly responsible for what I say. Let me have your boat, will you? I"ll pay you well for it."
The captain eyed the young man critically from head to foot, especially his soft white hands. Then he shook his head in a doubtful manner.
"What"s the matter?" the young man impatiently asked. "Is there anything wrong with me ?"
"That"s what I"m jist tryin" to figger out. I s"pose it"s really me duty to take ye home to yer ma, but I ain"t got time this mornin".
Does she knew where ye are?"
"What do you mean, you ignorant clodhopper? Do you take me for a baby?"
"Not exactly, as yer too big fer one. But accordin" to yer togs one would imagine that ye"ve jist come from the nursery. No, it wouldn"t be right to let ye have me boat, fer ye"d be sure to spile yer pretty white hands an" soil yer bib an" pinny. An" besides, if anything happened to ye, I"d be held responsible. No, ye"d better trot along home to yer mamma before she comes after ye with a strap."
The young man was now very angry, and he was about to give vent to his feelings in a furious outburst. But the stopping of an auto on the road near by suddenly arrested his attention, causing him to stare hard at the driver who had just alighted. Glad of this timely diversion, the captain moved away and made toward the store. In pa.s.sing the car, he did not recognise the driver, who, with his back toward him, was examining the engine, and seemed to be heeding nothing else. But no sooner had the captain pa.s.sed than he straightened himself up, cast one swift glance toward the man down on the wharf, and at once followed the captain into the store, where he stood quietly at one side without speaking to anybody.
The captain was already at the counter, fumbling with the list which had been given him. He was well acquainted with the storekeeper, a middle-aged man of genial countenance.
"Here"s a list of things I want, Ezry," he explained, as he handed over the paper. "Guess ye kin make out the writin"."
The storekeeper adjusted his spectacles and studied the paper for a few minutes. Then he looked keenly at his customer, while his eyes twinkled.
"Are yer wife an" daughter with ye on this trip, Captain?" he asked.
"They seem to be out of "most everything women need. It"s a wonder ye didn"t get them outfitted in the city. D"ye think this is a department store? Guess they must have been studying Eaton"s catalogue."
Captain Samuel coughed and shuffled uneasily.
"Why, what"s on the list, Ezry?"
"Didn"t ye read it?"
"No, never looked at it. I thought it was all right, an" that ye kept "most everything here."
"Well, I don"t, and never expect to. Now, look at this, for instance,"
and the storekeeper touched the paper with the forefinger of his right hand. "A kimona, just think of that! I never had a call for such a thing before."
"Is that down thar?" the captain enquired, reaching for the list.
"Sure, ye can see for yourself. But that isn"t all. A pair of pyjamas is wanted, bedroom slippers, table-cloth, and napkins. Say, Captain, your wife an" daughter must be getting some new fandangled notions all of a sudden. Going to use them on the boat, eh?"
The captain made no reply. His face was very red, and he was mopping his forehead with a big pocket-handkerchief.