Few mourned when she went down in Lat.i.tude 43 10" North, Longitude 20 12" West--few indeed, except for the maritime insurance companies. They lamented and with cause, for the Sarah Calkins was loaded with large quant.i.ties of rock, crated in such a manner as to appear valuable, and to induce innocent agents to insure them as pianos, furniture, and sundry merchandise. Such is the guile of them that go down to the sea in ships.
For the first time in her disreputable career, the Sarah Calkins obeyed orders, and went to the bottom opportunely in sight of a Danish tramp which took off her unalarmed captain and crew. Let us leave her to her deep-sea rest.
The evil that ships do lives after them, and the good is not always interred with their bones. For the better or worse of Little Miss Grouch and the Tyro, the Sarah Calkins, of whom neither of them had ever heard, left her incidental wreckage strewn over several leagues of Atlantic.
One bit of it became involved with the Clan Macgregor"s screw, to what effect has already been indicated. Hours later a larger ma.s.s came along, under the impulsion of half a gale, and punched a hole through the leviathan"s port side as if it were but paper, just far enough above the water-line so that every alternate wave could make an easy entry.
The Tyro came up out of deep slumber with a plunge. He heard cries from without, and a strongly bawled order. Above him there was a scurry of feet. The engines stopped. Three bells struck just as if nothing had happened. He opened his door and the coldest water he had ever felt on his skin closed about his feet. The pa.s.sageway was awash.
Jumping into enough clothing to escape the rigor of the law, the Tyro ran across to 129 D and knocked on the door. It opened. Little Miss Grouch stood there. Her eyes were sweet with sleep. A long, soft, fluffy white coat fell to her little bare feet. Her hair, half-loosed, cl.u.s.tered warmly close to the flushed warmth of her face. The Tyro stood, stricken for the moment into silence and forgetfulness by the power of her beauty.
"What is it?" she asked softly.
He found speech. "Something has happened to the ship."
"I knew you"d come," she said with quiet confidence.
"Aren"t you afraid?"
"I _was_ afraid."
A roll of the ship brought the chill water up about her feet. She shivered and winced. Stooping he caught her under the knees, and lifted her to his arms. Feeling the easy buoyancy of his strength beneath her, she lapsed against his shoulder, wholly trustful, wholly content.
Through the pa.s.sage he splashed, around the turn, and up the broad companionway. Not until he had found a chair in the near corner of the lower saloon did he set her down. Released from his arms, she realized with a swift shock the loss of all sense of security. She shot a quick glance at him, half terrified, half wistful. But the Tyro was now all for action.
"What clothes do you most need?" he asked sharply.
"Clothes? I don"t know." She found it hard to adjust the tumult which had suddenly sprung up within her, to such considerations.
"Shoes and stockings. A heavy coat. Your warmest dress--where is it?
What else?"
"What are you going to do?"
"Go back after your things."
"You mustn"t! I won"t let you. It"s dangerous."
"Later it may be. Not now."
She stretched out her hands to him. "Please don"t leave me."
He took the imploring little hands in his own firm grip. "Listen.
There"s no telling what has happened. We may have to go on deck. We may even be ordered to the boats. Warm clothing is an absolute necessity.
Think now, and tell me what you need."
She gave him a quick but rather sketchy list. "And your own overcoat and sweater--or I won"t let you go. Promise." Her fingers turned in his and caught at them.
"Very well, tyrant. I"ll be back in three minutes."
Had he known what was awaiting him he might have promised with less confidence. For there was a dragon in the path in the person of young Mr. Diedrick Sperry, breathing, if not precisely flames, at least, fumes, for he had sat late in the smoking-room, consuming much liquor.
At sight of the Tyro, his joke which he had so highly esteemed, returned to his mind.
"Haberdashin" "round again, hey?" he shouted, blocking the pa.s.sage halfway down to Stateroom 129. "Where"s Cissy Wayne?"
"Safe," said the Tyro briefly.
"Safe be d.a.m.ned! You tell me where before you move a step farther." He stretched out a hand which would have done credit to a longsh.o.r.eman.
Fight was the last thing that the Tyro wished. More important business was pressing. But as Sperry was blocking the way to the conclusion of that business, it was manifest that he must be disposed of. Here was no time for diplomacy. The Tyro struck at his bigger opponent, the blow falling short. With a shout, the other rushed him, and went right on over his swiftly dropped shoulder, until he felt himself clutched at the knees in an iron grip, and heaved clear of the flooded floor.
The stateroom door opposite swung unlatched. With a mighty effort, the wrestler whirled his opponent clean through it, heard his frame crash into the berth at the back, and slammed the door to after him, only to be apprised, by a lamentable yell in a deep contralto voice, that he had made an unfortunate choice of safe-deposits.
In two leaps he was in room 129 D, whence, peering forth, he beheld his late adversary emerge and speed down the narrow hall in full and limping flight, pursued by Mrs. Charlton Denyse clad in inconsiderable pink, and shrieking vengeance as she splashed. Relieved, through this unexpected alliance, of further interference, the messenger collected a weird a.s.sortment of his liege"s clothing and an article or two of his own and returned to her. There was no mistaking the gladness of her relief.
"You"ve done very well," she approved. "Though I don"t know that I actually need this lace collar, and I suppose I _could_ brave the perils of the deep without that turquoise necklace."
"I took what I could get," explained he. "It"s my rule of life."
"Did you obey my orders? Yes, I see you did. Put on your overcoat at once. It"s cold. And you"re awfully wet," she added, with charming dismay, looking at his feet.
"They"ll dry out. There"s quite a little water below."
Little Miss Grouch studied him for a moment of half-smiling consideration. "I want to ask you something," she said presently.
"Ask, O Queen, and it shall be answered you."
"Would you have come after me just the same if--if I"d been really a Miss Grouch, and red-nosed, and puffy-faced, and a frump, and homely?"
He took the question under advis.e.m.e.nt, with a gravity suitable to its import. "Not just the same," he decided, "not as--as anxiously."
"But you"d have come?"
"Oh, yes, I"d have come."
"I thought so." Her voice was strange. There was a pause. "Do you know you"re a most exasperating person? It wouldn"t make any difference to you who a woman was, if she needed help, whether she was in the steerage--"
He leaped to his feet. "The baby!" he cried, "and his mother. I"d forgotten."
On the word he was gone. Little Miss Grouch looked after him, and there was a light in her eyes which no human being had ever surprised there--and which would have vastly surprised herself had she appreciated the purport of it.
In five minutes he was back, having calmly violated one of the most rigid of ship"s rules, in bringing steerage pa.s.sengers up to the first cabin.
"Here"s the Unparalleled Urchin," he announced, "right as a trivet.
Here, let"s make a little camp." He pulled around a settee, established the frightened but quiet mother and the big-eyed child on it, drew up a chair for himself next to the girl and said, "Now we can wait comfortably for whatever comes."
News it was that came, in the course of half an hour. An official, the genuineness of whose relief was patent, announced that the leak was above water-line, that it was being patched, that the ship was on her way and that there was absolutely no danger, his statement being backed up by the resumed throb of the engines and the sound of many hammers on the port side. Stateroom holders in D and E, however, he added, would best arrange to remain in the saloon until morning.
So the Tyro conveyed his adoptive charges back to the steerage, and returned to his other and more precious charge. There he found Judge Enderby in attendance.
"Isn"t there something more I can get from your room?" the Tyro asked of Little Miss Grouch, after he had greeted the judge.