"I don"t skipper at the bow, thank you. I skipper on deck aft, where I stand at the wheel and have full control of the engine through this long lever that"s carried up from the engine-room."
"Hang it, I thought Hendrik, as chauffeur, would have to be there, and you"d keep a sort of outlook with a binnacle or something, for"rard. You _are_ going to be a regular Albatross to my Ancient Mariner, aren"t you?"
"Don"t forget that it"s by grace of the Albatross that you"re a Mariner at all."
"I shall call you "Alb," when I feel your weight too much," said Starr, and then we two villains of the piece could not forbear a grin in each other"s faces. I even found myself wondering if the Ancient One and his Bird might not form for one another a kind of attachment of habit, in the end.
It"s certainly a queer a.s.sociation, this of ours, but as the Mariner proposed to do, we began to make the best of it; and we finished my visit to the boat on outwardly friendly terms. We even sat on deck and put our heads together over my note-book, in which I jotted down a plan of the tour. With "Lorelei," I a.s.sured him, we had but to choose our route, for as she draws only from three to three and a half feet of water, all the waterways are open to us. Did she draw more, she would be useless, even in certain rivers, in a dry season such as this is proving, and in many small ca.n.a.ls at any season. There"s only one thing which may bother us in the Frisian Meers, where we can"t shove with a quant pole, or if we venture out to sea: we have no means of propulsion except the motor, and as we carry no mast, we cannot set so much as a yard of canvas. If anything should go wrong with the motor, brilliant "Lorelei" will instantly become a mere hulk at the mercy of wind and wave. However, as Starr remarked sagely, we can stop in port for wind and wave, and be very happy.
As we talked, down on a page of my note-book went a roughly sketched map of Holland, my idea being to begin with Gouda, going on to Leiden, slipping through the villages of South Holland, which seem strange to travelers, and skirting the great polder that was once the famed Haarlemmer-Meer. Then, having seen Haarlem sitting on her throne of flowers, to pa.s.s on, giving a few days to Amsterdam and interesting places in the neighborhood, watery market-towns and settlements of the merchant princes. Next in order the curious island of Marken, and the artists" haunts at Volendam. From there, to turn toward the north and the Dead Cities of the Zuider Zee, crossing afterwards to Friesland in search of beauties in golden helmets, and lingering for a while among the Frisian Meers. Later, we might work our way through Holland"s most desolate and savage province, Drenthe, to the hills of Gelderland (my native country), and finish the trip with a grand climax in Zeeland, most mysterious and picturesque of all, half hidden in the sea.
I traced the proposed route for Starr, telling him that we could do such a tour in five weeks or eight, according to the inclinations of the travelers, and the length of time they cared to spend in each place. As to that, the ladies must decide, I said, and choose whether they would sleep each night on "Lorelei," or see more of Dutch life by going to hotels. But, in any case, I must plan to bring the boat each evening near enough civilization to obtain supplies.
"A good itinerary," said the Mariner, approving his Albatross, "but I warn you I shall claim half the credit. When you see me swaggering, and hear me boasting of the plans my friend Brederode and I have mapped out, contradict me if you dare. I _will_ defy you in some things, or I shall burst of sheer spite; and we can test it now, if you like, for here they come."
It was true. They were in a cab, with luggage under the driver"s feet. I had let time slip away, forgetting that I meant to escape before five, when Starr had told me they were due.
But I was determined not to meet them now. There was still time for Miss Van Buren to find some excuse and wreck the tour, if she were annoyed by my obstinate determination to know her. To-morrow there will not be time, unless she cares to make a scene; and I don"t think she is a girl to make scenes.
"No. I"ll leave your friends to you, for the present," said I. "We ought to start by ten to-morrow, and I"ll be on hand at nine."
"I know not whether to curse or bless you," said the Mariner. But I gave him no time to do either. I was off, and out of the way before I could be noticed and recognized by the occupants of the cab. Then, back to the Club I came to write a short letter to Robert, and to jot down a few happenings for my own benefit later.
X
It was nine in the morning--a clean-washed morning of blue and gold--when I arrived on board "Lorelei," with a small box which my man brought me from Liliendaal, according to telegraphed orders.
No one was there but the chauffeur, though on board the barge "Waterspin" the "handy man" had arrived, and was settling into his new quarters. Toon de Jongh is his name, and I conceived a liking for his grave brown face, at sight. I know his type well, a type which excels in deeds, not words, and was bred in the Low Countries by certain policies of Philip Second of Spain. He liked me too, for some reason or other, I saw by his eyes, in a way one never mistakes but can never explain.
I had to find my quarters on the barge, and going below, on the first door I saw a visiting card of Mr. Ronald L. Starr"s conspicuously pinned, with the one word "Alb" printed large upon it, in red ink.
Chuckling, I took possession of the cabin, hauled my things out from my box, and had got them mostly packed in lockers and drawers, when I heard the sound of voices on "Lorelei."
She was there. What would she say when she discovered that the man she had "thanked enough and didn"t want to see again" had foisted himself upon her party?
The evil moment couldn"t be postponed for long. I might give them time to go below, and add the contents of their dressing-bags to the belongings they had bestowed in the cabins yesterday afternoon, but that would take fifteen minutes at most, and then they would be wanting to start. I should have to get on board "Lorelei," be introduced, and face the music, whether it played the "Rogue"s March," or "Hail, the Conquering Hero!"
The sound of girls" laughter was so upsetting that I couldn"t decide what to do with my collars and neckties. I wandered aimlessly about the cabin with my hands full, grumbling aloud, "What an a.s.s you are!" and hadn"t yet made up my mind to cross over to "Lorelei" when Starr pounded on the half-open door.
"Thank goodness, you"re here!" he exclaimed, as the door fell back and revealed me.
"What has happened to make you give thanks?" I asked, disposing hurriedly of the neckties.
"Any port in a storm--even Albport. And there _is_ a storm, an awful storm; at least "Lorelei"s" staggering about as if she were half-seas over, and if you don"t get us off at once every soul on board will be lost, or, what"s worse, seasick. A nice beginning for the trip!"
I am so much at home on the water that I hadn"t noticed the tossing and lolloping of the barge, but I realized now what was the matter. The morning was fresh, with a gusty wind blowing up the Maas, against the tide running strongly out; and consequently little "Lorelei" and st.u.r.dy "Waterspin" strained at their moorings like chained dogs who spy a bone just beyond their reach.
I didn"t stop to answer, but bolted off the barge and onto the motor-boat.
Toon and Hendrik cast off the moorings, the chauffeur flew below to set his engine going; I took the wheel, pushed over the starting lever, the little propeller began to turn, and we were away on the first of the watery miles which stretch before us, for joy or sorrow.
Starr had followed Hendrik below, and just as the motor was getting well to work, revolving under my feet at the rate of six hundred revolutions a minute, I heard his voice shouting----
"Hullo, hullo! catch the dog!--you up there."
At the same instant arose a babel of cries, "Oh, my angel! Don"t let him drown! Save him!" and the Emperor Tiberius shot up the companion as if launched from a catapult. Unused to engines and a life on the wave, frightened by the teuf-teuf of the motor, his next bound would have carried him overboard into the river; but hanging on to the wheel with one hand, with the other I seized the dog by the collar--a new, resplendent collar--just as somebody else, rushing to the rescue from below, caught him by the tail.
It was Miss Van Buren.
For a second--I bending down, she stretching up--our faces were neighbors, and I had time to see her expression undergo several lightning changes--surprise, incredulity, and a few others not as easy to read--before she retired, leaving Tibe to me. Instead of coming up on deck as she had evidently intended to do, she vanished, and a head exquisitely hatted and blue-veiled appeared in place of hers.
A moment later the tiny lady of the arbor, transformed into Parisian elegance by an effective white yachting costume, with a coquettish blue yachting-cap on her gray hair, the goggling effect of the gla.s.ses softened by the floating folds of azure chiffon, arrived to succor her beloved. She started slightly, staring at me through veil and spectacles, and I deduced that whatever Starr had told his "aunt" about the skipper, it had not prepared her to meet the man of the arbor. Those hidden eyes recognized me, and took in the situation.
Under their fire I realized that the success of my adventure might largely depend upon the chaperon; and if, suspecting something more than met her gaze, she should strike an att.i.tude of disapproval, she could prejudice the girls against the skipper, and so manoeuver that he had his trouble for his pains.
With this danger ahead, I redoubled my attentions to Tiberius; but it was fortunate for me that the doubts he entertained of the man in the arbor were chased away by grat.i.tude for the man on the boat. If it had not been so, such is the primitive sincerity of dog kind--especially bulldog kind--no bribe in my power to offer could have induced him to dissimulate. I knew this, and trembled; but Tibe, being an animal of parts, was not long in comprehending that the hand on his collar meant well by him. He deigned to fawn, and meeting his glance at close quarters, I read his dog-soul through the brook-brown depths of the clear eyes. After that moment, in which we came to a full understanding one of the other, once and for all, I knew that Tibe"s wrinkled mask, his terrible mouth, and the ferocious tusks standing up like two stalagmites in the black, protruding under jaw, disguised a nature almost too amiable and confiding for a world of hypocrites. Tragic fate, to seem in the shallow eyes of strangers a monster of evil from whom to flee, while your warm heart, bursting with love and kindness, sends you chasing those who avoid you, eager to demonstrate affection! Such a fate is destined to be Tibe"s, so long as he may live; but in this first instant of our real acquaintance he felt that I at least saw through his disguise; and under the nose and spectacles of his mistress he sealed our friendship with a wet kiss on my sleeve.
"Good boy!" said I, and meant it. He had given me a character, and had placed me upon a sound footing with one who would be, I foresaw, a Power on "Lorelei."
"Thank you _so_ much!" said she, with the promised burr-r so p.r.o.nounced in her accent that she must, I thought, have spent the night in practising it. She then carefully selected the best chair, and took from another a blue silk cushion which matched her yachting-cap and veil.
As she sat down, making a footstool of Tibe, and displaying two exquisitely shod feet in brand new suede shoes, Miss Rivers appeared, pale and interesting.
"I _do_ hope you"re better, my poor child," purred the Chaperon.
"Oh, thank you, dear Lady MacNairne, I shall be quite right now we"ve started."
This interchange of civilities told that the Mariner"s "Aunt Fay" had already contrived to ingratiate herself with her charges.
Miss Rivers sank into the nearest chair, closing her eyes, while I stood aloof and turned the wheel; but presently the languid lashes lifted, and she became conscious of me. Then her eyes grew big. She remembered me from the day at the Prinzenhof, or the Horse Show, perhaps. Evidently Starr had not named me yet, nor had Miss Van Buren, in descending after our brief encounter, put any questions. Whether this boded ill or well, I could not decide, but longed to get suspense over; and I was not kept waiting.
I heard Starr"s voice below urging Miss Van Buren on deck. "Don"t bother about putting everything away," he said. "Do it later. You must say good-by to Rotterdam. Who knows what will have happened to us before we get back?"
It would not be my fault if two of the party were not engaged, I was thinking hopefully, as Miss Van Buren"s eyes--rising from below like stars above a dark horizon--met mine. There was no recognition in them.
To all appearance oblivious of ever having seen my insignificant features on land or sea, she came smiling up, on the friendliest terms with Starr.
The vacant chair, most conveniently placed for her, was close to the wheel, and I hoped that she would take it. But rather than be thus trapped, she stepped over Tibe and pushed past her stepsister with an "I beg your pardon, dear."
The Mariner gave no glance at me, but there was a catch in his voice which betokened a twinkle of the eye, as he said----
"Aunt Fay, Miss Van Buren and Miss Rivers, I must introduce the friend I told you about: our skipper, Jonkheer Brederode."
Miss Rivers smiled delightfully, with just such a flush of ingenuous surprise as I should have liked to see on another face.
"Why, how curious," she exclaimed, "that you should be a friend of Mr.
Starr"s! I think we have _almost_ met Jonkheer Brederode before, haven"t we, Nell?"