"I slipped. I was pushed or something." Sam sprang to his feet and looked wildly about him. "I must get back. Isn"t there any way of getting back?"
"Well, you could ketch up with her at quarantine out in the bay. She"ll stop to let the pilot off."
"Can you take me to quarantine?"
The girl glanced doubtfully at the seat of the nearest pair of trousers.
"Well, we _could_," she said. "But pa"s kind of set in his ways, and right now he"s fishing for dollar bills with the boat hook. He"s apt to get sorta mad if he"s interrupted."
"I"ll give him fifty dollars if he"ll put me on board."
"Got it on you?" inquired the nymph coyly. She had her share of sentiment, but she was her father"s daughter and inherited from him the business sense.
"Here it is." He pulled out his pocket book. The book was dripping, but the contents were only fairly moist.
"Pa!" said the girl.
The trouser-seat remained where it was, deaf to its child"s cry.
"Pa! c.u.mmere! Wantcha!"
The trousers did not even quiver. But this girl was a girl of decision.
There was some nautical implement resting in a rack convenient to her hand. It was long, solid, and constructed of one of the harder forms of wood. Deftly extracting this from its place, she smote her inattentive parent on the only visible portion of him. He turned sharply, exhibiting a red, bearded face.
"Pa, this gen"man wants to be took aboard the boat at quarantine. He"ll give you fifty berries."
The wrath died out of the skipper"s face like the slow turning down of a lamp. The fishing had been poor, and so far he had only managed to secure a single two-dollar bill. In a crisis like the one which had so suddenly arisen you cannot do yourself justice with a boat-hook.
"Fifty berries!"
"Fifty seeds!" the girl a.s.sured him. "Are you on?"
"Queen," said the skipper simply, "you said a mouthful!"
Twenty minutes later Sam was climbing up the side of the liner as it lay towering over the tug like a mountain. His clothes hung about him clammily. He squelched as he walked.
A kindly-looking old gentleman who was smoking a cigar by the rail regarded him with open eyes.
"My dear sir, you"re very wet," he said.
Sam pa.s.sed him with a cold face and hurried through the door leading to the companion way.
"Mummie, why is that man wet?" cried the clear voice of a little child.
Sam whizzed by, leaping down the stairs.
"Good Lord, sir! You"re very wet!" said a steward in the doorway of the dining saloon.
"You _are_ wet," said a stewardess in the pa.s.sage.
Sam raced for his state-room. He bolted in and sank on the lounge. In the lower berth Eustace Hignett was lying with closed eyes. He opened them languidly, then stared.
"Hullo!" he said. "I say! You"re wet!"
-- 4
Sam removed his clinging garments and hurried into a new suit. He was in no mood for conversation and Eustace Hignett"s frank curiosity jarred upon him. Happily, at this point, a sudden shivering of the floor and a creaking of woodwork proclaimed the fact that the vessel was under way again, and his cousin, turning pea-green, rolled over on his side with a hollow moan. Sam finished b.u.t.toning his waistcoat and went out.
He was pa.s.sing the inquiry bureau on the C-deck, striding along with bent head and scowling brow, when a sudden exclamation caused him to look up, and the scowl was wiped from his brow as with a sponge. For there stood the girl he had met on the dock. With her was a superfluous young man who looked like a parrot.
"Oh, _how_ are you?" asked the girl breathlessly.
"Splendid, thanks," said Sam.
"Didn"t you get very wet?"
"I did get a little damp."
"I thought you would," said the young man who looked like a parrot.
"Directly I saw you go over the side I said to myself: "That fellow"s going to get wet!""
There was a pause.
"Oh!" said the girl. "May I--Mr.----?"
"Marlowe."
"Mr. Marlowe. Mr. Bream Mortimer."
Sam smirked at the young man. The young man smirked at Sam.
"Nearly got left behind," said Bream Mortimer.
"Yes, nearly."
"No joke getting left behind."
"No."
"Have to take the next boat. Lose a lot of time," said Mr. Mortimer, driving home his point.
The girl had listened to these intellectual exchanges with impatience.
She now spoke again.
"Oh, Bream!"
"h.e.l.lo?"