"A safe conclusion," said the captain, laughing; "but that is just the point. Gold _has_ turned up in all directions near the valley, and why should we not find it there? Besides, there is a pretty fair bit of land under cultivation, and vegetables fetch fabulous prices at the diggin"s; in addition to which there are a good many cattle on the ground, and provisions of all kinds are as good as gold just now--so, you see, I think that even if we don"t find more of the dust on it, there is some chance that you may raise the wind by the property if you act wisely."
"Well, we shall see," said Will; "at all events I intend to make the most of my opportunities--and, talking of that, Captain Dall, as I see that Mr Cupples is lagging behind, a word in your ear--I"ll tell you a secret."
Hereupon our hero made the captain his confidant; told him of the object of his journey, and begged his advice and a.s.sistance, both of which the worthy man agreed to give him, to any extent, at any time, and under all circ.u.mstances--proving the sincerity of his a.s.surances on the spot by at once offering several pieces of advice. One of these was, that Will should hasten on the consummation of his wishes without delay. This, as may be believed, was so consonant with Will"s own opinion that he accepted it at once, and acted upon it then and there, as far as was possible, by plying whip and spur so vigorously that his steed skimmed over the plain more like a swallow than a quadruped.
Progressing thus they were not long in reaching the city of Sacramento, which was four or five days" journey from Grizzly Bear Gulch. Here they embarked in a small schooner, and descended the n.o.ble Sacramento River, into which all the other rivers in California flow. Thence they coasted along the bay of San Francisco, which is a land-locked sea of more than forty miles in length, and, finally, anch.o.r.ed off the town of the same name. And a wonderful town it was! The news of the discovery of gold had drawn so many thousands of ships and men to the port, that the hamlet of former days had become a city of tents and iron and wooden edifices of every kind. Gold can indeed work wonders--and never was its power more wonderfully displayed than in the rapid growth of San Francisco.
But our hero took small note of such matters. He was bent on a mission which engrossed his whole soul and all his faculties, and the fear that the Westwoods had found a homeward-bound ship, and perhaps had already set sail, induced him to go about everything he did in feverish haste.
During the few weeks that had pa.s.sed since he last saw it, the town had so changed its features that Will could scarce find his way, but at last he managed to discover the office of the agent who had advised him to go and see his property. Mr Zulino, as he was named, received his visitor with his wonted crustiness mingled with surprise, which was somewhat increased when he found that Will could not give a very comprehensible reason for his sudden return to the city. He could give no information as to the Westwoods, knew nothing about them, but advised that Will should make inquiry at the princ.i.p.al hotels in the town and at the shipping office, adding that he believed one of the ships which had long been lying in the port, unable to sail for want of hands, had at last succeeded in getting up a crew, and was to sail in a day or two for England, but he did not know her name or anything about her.
"It is plain we can make nothing out of Mr Zulino," said Will, with a look of chagrin, on quitting the office. "Come, let us go hunt up the hotels."
"Agreed," cried Captain Dall. Mr Cupples groaned his readiness to follow, so they set off.
All that day the three wandered about the city into every hotel and shipping office, and every public place they could find, until they were thoroughly exhausted, but without success.
"Now, doctor," said the captain, wiping his heated brow, "if we are to gain our ends, it is plain that we must feed. I feel like a ship"s hold without a cargo. See, here is a comfortable-looking inn; let us go and stow away something solid, have a pipe, and then turn in, so as to go at it fresh to-morrow morning early."
"Very well," said Will, languidly; "but I cannot rest, so do you go and order something while I try to cool myself by taking a stroll up this hill; I"ll be back before supper is ready."
"I will go with you," said Mr Cupples, gloomily.
Poor Will would have gladly gone alone, but as he had no good reason for declining the companionship of his tall and solemn friend, he merely said "Very good," and walked away. Pa.s.sing over the hill they came to a neat little cottage with a small garden in front, in which were a variety of flowers that evidently were well tended. The windows and doors of the cottage were invitingly open. As they pa.s.sed the garden-gate a voice suddenly exclaimed, "Walk in."
They stopped abruptly, looked at the open door, and then at each other in surprise.
"Walk in," repeated the voice, louder than before.
"Well, really, I don"t see why we should refuse so pressing an invitation," said Will with a smile.
"You may go in; I"ll wait for you," said Mr Cupples.
In another minute our hero was in the lobby of the cottage, and then he discovered,--on the words "walk in" being reiterated very gruffly,--that it was a grey parrot which had been thus taught to use the language of hospitality! Will laughed, and was about to turn on his heel when he observed a female reclining on a couch in one of the rooms. She looked up quickly on hearing his step and laugh, and Will, hesitating for a moment, advanced with the intention of explaining and apologising.
"Forgive my apparent intrusion, madam," he said, "but your parrot deceived--what!--am I--Flora--Miss Westwood!" he exclaimed in amazement, leaping forward and seizing her hand.
"Mr Osten!" said Flora, with a look of unfeigned surprise, "can it be-- I--I--did not know--really--"
Now, reader, it would be ungenerous were we to give you a detailed account of all the absurd things that were uttered at the commencement of the conversation. Suffice it to say that Will and Flora stammered and blushed, and grew hot and cold, and tried to look cool and failed, signally, and then, feeling how very awkward their position was, made a desperate effort to be commonplace, and so began to talk with intense solicitude about "the weather!" Will soon perceived, however, that in the circ.u.mstances this was utterly ridiculous, so he made another effort and asked about Flora"s father and mother, and then, happy thought, he suddenly remembered Buckaw.a.n.ga, and began to descant upon him, after which he naturally slid into ships and voyaging, and so came abruptly to the question:--
"By the way, Miss Westwood, is it true that you are trying to secure a pa.s.sage to England just now?"
"We have succeeded in securing one," said Flora, with a deep blush and a peculiar look. "We sail _to-morrow_."
"To-morrow!" cried Will, in consternation.
There was for a moment a great swelling of _something_ in our hero"s breast; then a sudden thought occurred, "Never venture never--;" next instant he seized Flora"s hand. "Oh, Miss West--Flora, _dearest_ Flora--forgive--nay, do not turn away, I entreat, I beseech--"
"Old rascal!" exclaimed a stern voice at his back at that moment.
Will sprang up, burning with anger, and turning sharply round, observed the parrot gazing at him in mute surprise.
"Walk in--old rascal," repeated the bird.
Will laughed, but there was a touch of bitterness in his tone as he turned again to Flora, who had risen from the couch.
"This is an awkward interruption, Flo--Miss Westwood, but necessity constrains me. I must, I _will_ speak now, if--bear with me, dear girl, I did not mean to be rude, but--"
A footstep was heard in the pa.s.sage.
"Supper will be cooling, I fear," said the hollow voice of Mr Cupples.
"Oh! I beg pardon. I did not know--I--"
Will turned, and rushed at his friend with savage intentions. At the same moment the figure of a man darkened the doorway. Mr Cupples vanished out of the house, Flora glided away, and Will Osten found himself face to face with Mr Westwood!
It might have been expected that the scene which followed would have been an embarra.s.sing one, but such was not the case. Our hero had reached that point of nervous and mental turmoil and exasperation in which extremes meet. As the strong current of a river meets the rush of the rising tide, and at a certain point produces dead calm, so the conflicting currents in Will"s bosom reached the flood, and he became desperately serene, insomuch that he held out his hand to Mr Westwood, and, with a smile of candour and a tone of deep earnestness, explained "the situation," and made "a clean breast of it." The result was, that Mr and Mrs Westwood received his advances favourably, but, being naturally cautious and solicitous about the happiness of their daughter, they pointed out that it was impossible to come to any conclusion at that time, because, in the first place, Will was, by his own showing, a poor wanderer with only the prospect of an income at his mother"s death, and without professional practice; and, in the second place, as they were to set sail for England on the morrow, there was no time left even for consideration. Mr Westwood, therefore, said that he could not permit Will to see Flora again, except to bid her farewell, and advised him to have patience until he should return to England, where, he said frankly, he would be happy to see him. Will thereupon left the cottage, in a state of distraction, to lay his case before Captain Dall.
"So you see, captain," he added, after detailing all the circ.u.mstances, "there is only one course open to me, and that I am resolved to pursue.
I shall sail for England in the--the what"s the name of the ship the Westwoods are to sail in?"
"Don"t know," answered the captain.
"Of course not--no matter. We shall find out. She sails to-morrow at all events, and I go with her. You will go back with Mr Cupples to Grizzly Bear Gulch, work the gold, make what you can out of it, pay yourselves, and hold the estate for me. I"ll get that legally arranged to-night. You"ll tell my comrades how sorry I am to leave them so abruptly, but under the circ.u.mstances they will--"
"Softly," interrupted Captain Dall; "if all this is to be settled to-night, we had better set about it at once, and not waste time with words."
"Right, captain. Let us off to search for the captain of the ship."
Leaving Mr Cupples to eat the supper alone, our hero and his friend went out in hot haste, and soon found themselves in the presence of the captain of the Roving Bess, which was to sail next day.
"By the way," whispered Will to his friend, as they were entering the room in which the skipper sat, "do you happen to have any cash? for _I_ have only twenty pounds."
"Not a rap," whispered the captain.
"You are the captain of the Roving Bess, I am told?" said Will, addressing a big rawboned man, who sat at a table solacing himself with a gla.s.s of spirits and water and a cigar.
"Ya-a-s, Cap"n Bra-a-o-wn, at y"r sarvice."
Captain Brown drawled this out so slowly that one might have supposed he did it on principle, as a sort of general protest against the high-pressure speed and hurry that influenced every one around him.
"You have pa.s.sengers going, I understand?"
"Ya-a-s. Reverend genlm"n an" two ladies."
"Can you take another?"
"A dozen mo-a-r, if need be."