"It"s a sad story," said the child, in a low tone, as if her mind were recalling melancholy incidents in her career. Then she told rapidly, how she had been forsaken by those to whom she had been intrusted, and left to perish in the mountain snow; and how, in her extremity, G.o.d had sent help; how another party of emigrants found her and carried her on; how, one by one, they all died, till she was left alone a second time; and how a Mexican horseman found her, and carried her to his home, and kept her there as his adopted daughter, till he was killed while taming a wild horse. After that, Nelly"s story was a repet.i.tion of what Larry had already overheard accidentally in the concert-room.
"Now, dear," said Larry, "we haven"t time to waste, will ye go with me to San Francisco?"
The tones of the rough man"s voice, rather than his words, had completely won the confidence of the poor child, so she said, "Yes,"
without hesitation. "But how am I to escape from Mr Jolly?" she added; "he has begun to suspect Mr Jones, I see quite well."
"Lave that to me, darlin", an" do you kape as much as ye can in the house the nixt day or two, an" be lookin" out for what may turn up.
Good day to ye, mavourneen; we must part here, for fear we"re seen by any lynx-eyed blackguards. Kape up yer heart."
Nelly walked quickly away, half laughing at, and half perplexed by, the ambiguity of her new friend"s parting advice.
The four friends now set themselves to work to outwit Mr Jolly, and rob him of Mademoiselle Nelina. At last they hit upon a device, which did not, indeed, say much for the ingenuity of the party, but which, like many other bold plans, succeeded admirably.
A steamer was to start in three days for San Francisco--one of those splendid new vessels which, like floating palaces, had suddenly made their appearance on these distant waters--having made the long and dangerous voyage from the United States round the Horn. Before the steamer started, Larry contrived to obtain another interview with Nelly Morgan, and explained their plan, which was as follows:--
On the day of the steamer sailing, a few hours before the time of starting, Mr Jolly was to receive the following letter, dated from a well-known ranche, thirty miles up the river:--
"Sir,--I trust that you will forgive a perfect stranger addressing you, but the urgency of the case must be my excuse. There is a letter lying here for you, which, I have reason to know, contains information of the utmost importance to yourself; but which--owing to circ.u.mstances that I dare not explain in a letter that might chance to fall into wrong hands--must be opened here by your own hands. It will explain all when you arrive; meanwhile, as I am a perfect stranger to the state of your finances, I send you a sufficient quant.i.ty of gold-dust by the bearer to enable you to hire a horse and come up. Pray excuse the liberty I take, and believe me to be,
"Your obedient servant,
"Edward Sinton."
At the appointed time Larry delivered this epistle, and the bag of gold into Mr Jolly"s hands, and, saying that no answer was required, hurried away.
If Mr Jolly had been suddenly informed that he had been appointed secretary of state to the king of Ashantee, he could not have looked more astonished than when he perused this letter, and weighed the bag of gold in his hand. The letter itself; had it arrived alone, might, very likely would, have raised his suspicions, but accompanied as it was by a bag of gold of considerable value, it commended itself as a genuine doc.u.ment; and the worthy musician was in the saddle half-an-hour later.
Before starting, he cautioned Nelly not to quit the house on any account whatever, a caution which she heard but did not reply to. Three hours later Mr Jolly reached his destination, and had the following letter put into his hands.
"Sir,--By the time you receive this, your late charge, Mademoiselle Nelina, will be on her way to San Francisco, where you are welcome to follow her, and claim her from her sister, if you feel so disposed.
"I am, Sir, etcetera,
"Edward Sinton."
We need not repeat what Mr Jolly said, or try to imagine what he felt, on receipt of _this_ letter! About the time it was put into his hands the magnificent steamer at the _embarcadero_ gave a shrill whistle, then it panted violently, the paddles revolved,--and our adventurers were soon steaming swiftly down the n.o.ble river on their way to San Francisco.
CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN.
SAN FRANCISCO AGAIN--A TERRIBLE MISFORTUNE--AN OLD FRIEND IN SURPRISINGLY NEW CIRc.u.mSTANCES--SEVERAL REMARKABLE DISCOVERIES AND NEW LIGHTS.
There is no time or place, perhaps, more suitable for indulging in ruminations, cogitations, and reminiscences, than the quiet hours of a calm night out upon the sea, when the watchful stars look down upon the bosom of the deep, and twinkle at their reflections in placid brilliancy.
Late at night, when all the noisy inmates of the steamer had ceased to eat, and drink, and laugh, and had sought repose in their berths, Edward Sinton walked the deck alone, meditating on the past, the present, and the future. When he looked up at the serene heavens, and down at the tranquil sea, whose surface was unruffled, save by the long pure white track of the vessel, he could scarcely bring himself to believe that the whirl of incident and adventure in which he had been involved during the last few and short months was real. It seemed like a brilliant dream.
As long as he was on sh.o.r.e it all appeared real enough, and the constant pressure of _something to be done_, either immediately, or in an hour, or to-morrow, kept his mind perpetually chained down to the consideration of visible, and tangible, and pa.s.sing events; but now the cord of connexion with land had been suddenly and completely severed.
The very land itself was out of sight. Nothing around him tended to recall recent events; and, as he had nothing in the world to do but wait until the voyage should come to an end, his mind was left free to bound over the recent-past into the region of the long-past, and revel there at pleasure.
But Ned Sinton was not altogether without anxieties. He felt a little uneasy as to the high-handed manner, in which he had carried off Nelly Morgan from her late guardian; and he was a good deal perplexed as to what the important affairs could be, for which he had so hastily overturned all the gold-digging plans of his whole party. With these thoughts mingled many philosophic inquiries as to the amount of advantage that lay--if, indeed, there was any advantage at all--in making one"s fortune suddenly and at the imminent hazard of one"s life.
Overpowering sleep at last put an end to Ned"s wandering thoughts, and he too bade the stars good-night, and sought his pillow. In due course the vessel cast anchor off the town of San Francisco.
"There is many a slip "tween the cup and the lip." It is an old proverb that, but one which is proved, by frequent use, on the part of authors in all ages, to be a salutary reminder to humanity. Its truth was unpleasantly exemplified on the arrival of the steamer. As the tide was out at the time, the captain ordered the boats to be lowered, in order to land the pa.s.sengers. The moment they touched the water they were filled by impatient miners, who struggled to be first ash.o.r.e. The boat into which Ned and his friends got was soon overloaded with pa.s.sengers, and the captain ordered her to be shoved off.
"Hold on!" shouted a big coa.r.s.e-looking fellow, in a rough blue jacket and wide-awake, who was evidently drunk; "let me in first."
"There"s no room!" cried several voices. "Shove off."
"There"s room enough!" cried the man, with an oath; at the same time seizing the rope.
"If ye do come down," said a sailor, sternly, "I"ll pitch ye overboard."
"Will ye!" growled the man; and the next instant he sprang upon the edge of the boat, which upset, and left its freight struggling in the water.
The other boats immediately picked them all up; and, beyond a wetting, they were physically none the worse. But, alas! the bags of gold which our adventurers were carrying ash.o.r.e with them, sank to the bottom of the sea! They were landed on the wharf at San Francisco as penniless as they were on the day of their arrival in California.
This reverse of fortune was too tremendous to be realised in a moment.
As they stood on the wharf; dripping wet, and gazing at each other in dismay, they suddenly, as if by one consent, burst into a loud laugh.
But the laugh had a strong dash of bitterness in its tone; and when it pa.s.sed, the expression of their countenances was not cheerful.
Bill Jones was the first to speak, as they wandered, almost helplessly, through the crowded streets, while little Nelly ever and anon looked wistfully up into Larry"s face, as he led her by the hand.
"It"s a stunnin" smash," said Bill, fetching a deep sigh. "But w"en a thing"s done, an" can"t be undone, then it"s unpossible, that"s wot it is; and wot"s unpossible there"s no use o" tryin" for to do. "Cause why? it only wastes yer time an" frets yer sperrit--that"s _my_ opinion."
Not one of the party ventured to smile--as was their wont in happier circ.u.mstances--at the philosophy of their comrade"s remark. They wandered on in silence till they reached--they scarce knew how or why-- the centre plaza of the town.
"It"s of no use giving way to it," said Ned Sinton, at last, making a mighty effort to recover: "we must face our reverses like men; and, after all, it might have been worse. We might have lost our lives as well as our gold, so we ought to be thankful instead of depressed."
"What shall we do now?" inquired Captain Bunting, in a tone that proved sufficiently that he at least could not benefit by Ned"s advice.
"Sure we"ll have to go an" work, capting," replied Larry, in a tone of facetious desperation; "but first of all we"ll have to go an" see Mr Thompson, and git dry clo"se for Nelly, poor thing--are ye cowld, darlin"?"
"No, not in the least," answered the child, sadly. "I think my things will dry soon, if we walk in the sun."
Nelly"s voice seemed to rouse the energies of the party more effectually than Ned"s moralising.
"Yes," cried the latter, "let us away to old Thompson"s. His daughter, Lizette, will put you all to rights, dear, in a short time. Come along."
So saying, Ned led the way, and the whole party speedily stood at the door of Mr Thompson"s cottage.
The door was merely fastened by a latch, and as no notice was taken of their first knock, Ned lifted it and entered the hall, then advancing to the parlour door, he opened it and looked in.
The sight that met his gaze was well calculated to make him open his eyes, and his mouth too, if that would in any way have relieved his feelings.
Seated in old Mr Thompson"s easy-chair, with one leg stretched upon an ottoman, and the other reposing on a stool, reclined Tom Collins, looking, perhaps, a little paler than was his wont, as if still suffering from the effects of recent illness, but evidently quite happy and comfortable.
Beside Tom, on another stool, with her arm resting on Tom"s knee, and looking up in his face with a quiet smile, sat Elizabeth Thompson.
"Tom! Miss Thompson!" cried Ned Sinton, standing absolutely aghast.