"Nothing could make me angry." This was said ten seconds later, when they were inside the cab and a nervous, smiling young woman at his side was squeezing his arm expressively. "Driver!" he called out, "go uptown--anywhere--through the park until I tell you to stop!" and turning to her, added: "We"ll have a bit of dinner somewhere and then go aboard. Now, what did you do?"
"Well," she went on, "I actually tossed up a quarter in the compartment to see whether I should go on or turn back."
"You did? Really? Who won?"
"I did," she answered navely.
"No; I did. I am beginning to feel too lucky to be awake. And would you have turned back if you had lost? Would you have left me here with all this antic.i.p.ation to dispose of?" he cried.
"If it came tails, I was to turn back. It came tails."
"What! And you came anyhow?"
"Well, you see, after the first flip I concluded to make it two out of three trials. So I flipped again, Hugh, and it came tails. Then I made it three out of five. That was only fair, wasn"t it?"
"Certainly. Seven out of thirteen or eleven out of twenty, just so you won."
"I tossed that coin seventeen times, and the final count was nine for New York and eight for Chicago. The train had started, so I didn"t flip again. Wasn"t it a narrow majority, dear?"
"If it were not for appearing ridiculous, I would kiss you seventeen times right here. Oh, how about your baggage--luggage, I mean?"
he cried.
"The transfer man will take them to the dock. I have ten big ones--new steamer trunks. You"ll never know how much trouble I had in getting them packed and out of the house."
"Ten! Great Scott! I have but two!"
"Don"t worry, dear. You can pack some of your things in mine--coming home, of course," she said laughingly.
"Great, isn"t it?" he chuckled. "n.o.body on earth ever did anything like it. But before I forget it, how did you leave your aunt?"
"Poor Aunt Elizabeth! She will be so disappointed. I promised to do a lot of shopping for her. But she"s well and can endure the delay, I fancy. To prepare her for the shock, I told her that I might stay East for a couple of weeks, perhaps longer. She does not suspect a thing, but she was awfully cut up about my leaving at this time."
"I"m glad you quieted Aunt Elizabeth, for it would be just like her to send detectives after us." Both laughed as he whispered this to her. As the cab whirled away she said:
"What happy fools we are!"
"Sit back, quick! Cover your face," he suddenly cried.
"What--who is it?" she giggled.
"We just pa.s.sed a policeman, and he looked rather hard at the windows,"
he cried, with a broad grin.
"Oh, you ninny!"
"Well, we must elope with fear and trembling or it won"t count," he cried. "Is there anything you have to buy before we sail? If there is, we must attend to it now, because we leave at a most outlandish hour in the morning."
Miss Vernon looked alarmed for a moment, the real enormity of the escapade striking her with full force. But she smiled in the next and said that she could make a few necessary purchases in a few minutes if he would direct the cabman. "It"s a long way to Manila, you know," she said. "Hugh, I noticed in the paper the other day that this is the season for typhoons, or whatever you call them, in the Indian Ocean. I looked them up in the dictionary. There"s a picture of one in action, and they must be dreadful things. One of them could tear our ship to pieces in a minute, I should judge. Wouldn"t it be awful--if--if--"
"Pshaw! Typhoons are nothing! It"s a simoon that you"re thinking about, and they happen only on the desert. In what dictionary did you see that?"
"Webster"s, of course."
Mr. Ridgeway did not continue along that line, but mentally resolved to look into Webster"s on the sly, and, furthermore, to ask the captain of the _Saint Cloud_ to tell him all he knew about typhoons.
"Have him drive to Arnold"s, Hugh."
She left him in the carriage in front of the store, promising to be gone not more than five minutes. Ten minutes pa.s.sed and Hugh resignedly lighted a cigarette, stepping to the sidewalk to smoke. After he had smoked four cigarettes a perceptible frown approached his brow. He looked at the big doorway, then at his watch, then at the imperturbable cabman. Her five minutes had grown to half an hour. His good nature was going to the bad and he was about to follow in her footsteps when suddenly he saw her emerging from the store.
"I had to mail a letter," she explained as they drove off. "Oh, Hugh, I"m so nervous, I know that I will do something silly before we sail."
"A letter?"
"Yes; I mailed one letter to Uncle Harry before I left Chicago, you know, but I forgot something important, so I had to write again to-day."
"What did you forget?"
"I forgot to tell him you were coming out on the same ship and would look after me as if I were your own sister, Hugh."
Strange to say, neither of them smiled as their hands met in a warm, confident clasp.
CHAPTER III
THE FIRST OBSTACLE
A drizzling rain began to fall and an overcast sky, cold and bleak, dropped lower and lower until it covered the dripping park like a sombre mantle. The gla.s.s in the hood of the hansom kept out the biting rain, but the drear approach of a wet evening was not to be denied. For nearly three hours Hugh and Grace had been driven through the park and up the Riverside, killing time with a nervous energy that was beginning to tell. The electric lights were coming on; pavements glistened with the glare from the globes; tiny volcanoes leaped up by thousands as the patting, swishing raindrops flounced to the sidewalks.
"Isn"t it dismal?" murmured Grace, huddling closer to his side. "I thought the weather man said it was to be nice? It"s horrid!"
"I think it"s lovely!" said he beamingly. "Just the sort of weather for a mystery like this. It begins like a novel."
"I hope it ends as most of them do, commonplace as they are. Anyhow, it will be fun to dine at Sherry"s. If any one that we know should see us, we can say--"
"No, dear; we"ll not attempt to explain. In the face of what is to follow, I don"t believe an accounting is necessary. This is to be our last dinner in good old America for many a day, dear. We"ll have a good one, just for history"s sake. What kind of a bird will you have?"
"A lark, I think," she said with a bright smile.
"Oh, one doesn"t eat the lark for dinner. He"s a breakfast bird, you know. One rises with him. Bedsides, we should try to keep our lark in fine feather instead of subjecting it to the discomforts of a gridiron in some--"
His observations came to an abrupt close as both he and his companion pitched forward violently, barely saving themselves from projection through the gla.s.s. The hansom had come to a sudden stop, and outside there was a confused sound of shouting with the crunching of wood and the sc.r.a.ping of wheels. The horse plunged, the cab rocked sharply and then came to a standstill.
"What is it?" gasped Grace, trying to straighten her hat and find her bag at the same time. Hugh managed to raise the gla.s.s and peer dazedly forth into the gathering night. A sweep of fine rain blew into their faces. He saw a jumble of high vehicles, a small knot of men on the sidewalk, gesticulating hands on every side, and then came the oaths and sharp commands.
"We"ve smashed into something!" he said to her.
"Some one is hurt! Confound these reckless drivers! Why can"t they watch where--"