Pat Malloy looked at Randy in some astonishment. Our hero was neatly dressed and did not look as if he was used to hard labor.
"Sure an" it"s only a boy," murmured the head deckhand.
"He says he can work. Give him a chance," put in Andrew Shalley.
There was plenty to do, and Randy threw off his coat, took off his collar and tie, and pitched in. The labor was by no means easy, and he had not the trick of throwing up a trunk to the best advantage, yet he did very well, and Pat Malloy nodded approvingly.
"Sure, an" ye do better nor some o" thim foreigners already," he declared. "Kape it up an" we"ll git along foine together."
Captain Hadley and Andrew Shalley watched the work for several minutes, and then walked to the cabin of the steamboat. Here the owner of the boat told something about Randy.
"I want you to give him a chance even if he is a bit green," said he.
"I want the lad to get along."
"He shall have all the chance possible," answered Captain Hadley. "I am glad to get a hand who is intelligent."
Then the two conversed upon private matters until the boat was ready to leave Nyack.
"Good-by, my boy!" cried Mr. Shalley, on leaving. "Take good care of yourself, and let me know how you get along."
"Thank you, I will," answered our hero.
"It may be hard work at first, but you"ll get used to it."
"I am not afraid of hard work."
"The captain will give you a uniform in a few days."
The gangplanks were hauled in, the lines cast off, and with a hoa.r.s.e whistle the _Helen Shalley_ continued on her course down the Hudson.
There was a small Italian band on board, consisting of two violins, a harp and a clarionet, and they struck up a popular air.
The work at the dock had somewhat exhausted Randy, who was not used to handling such heavy stuff so quickly, but he took pains to conceal his feelings.
"I am not going to back down, no matter how hard the work is," he told himself. "Others can do it and so can I."
Among the deckhands was a tall, limber American man named Jones. He came up to Randy after the work was done.
"Malloy told me to show you around the boat and give you some pointers," said Jones. "Come ahead."
They pa.s.sed from one end of the steamboat to the other, through all of the three decks, and Jones named over the various parts and told what the deckhands were expected to do. Then they went below and he told of some work there. Lastly he took Randy to the sleeping quarters.
"This is my bunk," said Jack Jones. "That will be yours over there.
When you get the chance, I"ll advise you to air your bedding. You can do it after we tie up in New York and the pa.s.sengers go ash.o.r.e."
The quarters were small, but not any smaller than Randy"s garret apartment in the cottage. Everything was kept as clean as wax, for both Malloy and Jones were enemies to dirt. Randy was glad to learn this and resolved to give the others no cause for complaint regarding his own personal habits.
"Some boats are very dirty and the bunks not fit for a dog to sleep in," said Jack Jones. "But Malloy won"t allow it on this boat, and I won"t have it either."
"And I am with you," answered our hero.
"Came from a farm, didn"t you?"
"Yes, but our family wasn"t on the farm long."
"I came from a farm myself."
"How long have you been on this boat?"
"Came the middle of last season."
"Do you like it?"
"If I didn"t I shouldn"t be here."
"I suppose that is so."
"Captain Hadley is a fine man to work for. He is strict but fair, and that is what I like."
"What about the others?"
"The mate, Tom Blossom, is nice, too. The man we all hate is Peter Polk, the purser."
"What"s the matter with him?"
"Well, between you and me, I think he is a sneak."
"In what way?"
"He is always making trouble for somebody. n.o.body seems to like him much, although he attends strictly to business."
"I hope I don"t have trouble with Mr. Polk."
"Well, you will have to watch yourself."
Several other landings were made, and promptly at the appointed time the _Helen Shalley_ swung into her dock at New York City and the remaining pa.s.sengers went ash.o.r.e. Then began the labor of unloading the baggage and freight, after which the deck was swabbed up, the bra.s.s-work polished, and such baggage as was at hand taken on board for transportation up the river the next day.
When he had finished his day"s labors Randy was tired and perfectly willing to rest for a while. He had had a good supper and might have gone directly to bed, but instead he sat up to write a letter to the folks at home, telling his father and mother of his day"s experience.
Our hero had to go ash.o.r.e to post the communication, and once out in the street he resolved to take a little walk around before returning to the steamboat. He was soon walking along West Street, and then took to a side street running up to the avenues.
Now, although our hero did not know it, he had chosen one of the worst streets in this part of the great city. It was filled with tenements and groggeries of the lowest description, and the sidewalks swarmed with all sorts of low characters.
He had scarcely walked two squares before a rough-looking fellow jostled him. The next instant Randy felt a hand in his pocket.
"Stop that!" cried Randy. But the fellow was already running up the street. Our hero clapped his hand in the pocket and discovered that eighty cents in change was missing.
"I am not going to lose that money!" he told himself, with vigor. "I may be a greeny, but I"ll give that thief some trouble."