"That will make up for everything. And, now, don"t you think you ought to be going to bed? You"ll be losing all that color you got on the ship."

"Soon--not just yet. I haven"t seen you for such ages!" She pointed at the bull-terrier. "Look at Tommy, standing there and staring. He can"t believe I"ve really come back. Father, there was a man on the Lusitania with eyes exactly like Tommy"s--all brown and bright--and he used to stand and stare just like Tommy"s doing."

"If I had been there," said her father wrathfully, "I"d have knocked his head off."

"No, you wouldn"t, because I"m sure he was really a very nice young man. He had a chin rather like yours, father. Besides, you couldn"t have got at him to knock his head off, because he was traveling second-cla.s.s."

"Second-cla.s.s? Then, you didn"t talk with him?"

"We couldn"t. You wouldn"t expect him to shout at me across the railing! Only, whenever I walked round the deck, he seemed to be there."

"Staring!"

"He may not have been staring at me. Probably, he was just looking the way the ship was going, and thinking of some girl in New York. I don"t think you can make much of a romance out of it, father."

"I don"t want to, my dear. Princes don"t travel in the second-cabin."

"He may have been a prince in disguise."

"More likely a drummer," grunted Mr. McEachern.

"Drummers are often quite nice, aren"t they?"

"Princes are nicer."

"Well, I"ll go to bed and dream of the nicest one I can think of.

Come along, dogs. Stop biting my slipper, Tommy. Why can"t you behave, like Rastus? Still, you don"t snore, do you? Aren"t you going to bed soon, father? I believe you"ve been sitting up late and getting into all sorts of bad habits while I"ve been away. I"m sure you have been smoking too much. When you"ve finished that cigar, you"re not even to think of another till to-morrow. Promise!"

"Not one?"

"Not one. I"m not going to have my father getting like the people you read about in the magazine advertis.e.m.e.nts. You don"t want to feel sudden shooting pains, do you?"

"No, my dear."

"And have to take some awful medicine?"

"No."

"Then, promise."

"Very well, my dear. I promise."

As the door closed, the captain threw away the stump he was smoking, and remained for a moment in thought. Then, he drew another cigar from his case, lighted it, and resumed the study of the little note-book. It was past three o"clock when he went to his bedroom.

CHAPTER V

A THIEF IN THE NIGHT

How long the light had been darting about the room like a very much enlarged firefly, Jimmy did not know. It seemed to him like hours, for it had woven itself into an incoherent waking dream of his; and for a moment, as the mists of sleep pa.s.sed away from his brain, he fancied that he was dreaming still. Then, sleep left him, and he realized that the light, which was now moving slowly across the bookcase, was a real light.

That the man behind it could not have been there long was plain, or he would have seen the chair and its occupant. He seemed to be taking the room step by step. As Jimmy sat up noiselessly and gripped the arms of the chair in readiness for a spring, the light pa.s.sed from the bookcase to the table. Another foot or so to the left, and it would have fallen on Jimmy.

From the position of the ray, Jimmy could see that the burglar was approaching on his side of the table. Though until that day he had not been in the room for two months, its geography was clearly stamped on his mind"s eye. He knew almost to a foot where his visitor was standing. Consequently, when, rising swiftly from the chair, he made a football dive into the darkness, it was no speculative dive. It had a conscious aim, and it was not restrained by any uncertainty as to whether the road to the burglar"s knees was clear or not.

His shoulder b.u.mped into a human leg. His arms closed instantaneously on it, and pulled. There was a yelp of dismay, and a crash. The lantern bounced away across the room, and wrecked itself on the reef of the steam-heater. Its owner collapsed in a heap on top of Jimmy.

Jimmy, underneath at the fall, speedily put himself uppermost with a twist of his body. He had every advantage. The burglar was a small man, and had been taken very much by surprise, and any fight there might have been in him in normal circ.u.mstances had been shaken out of him by the fall. He lay still, not attempting to struggle.

Jimmy half-rose, and, pulling his prisoner by inches to the door, felt up the wall till he found the electric-light b.u.t.ton.

The yellow glow that flooded the room disclosed a short, stocky youth of obviously Bowery extraction. A shock of vivid red hair was the first thing about him that caught the eye. A poet would have described it as t.i.tian. Its proprietor"s friends and acquaintances probably called it "carrots." Looking up at Jimmy from under this wealth of crimson was a not unpleasing face. It was not handsome, certainly; but there were suggestions of a latent good-humor. The nose had been broken at one period of its career, and one of the ears was undeniably of the cauliflower type; but these are little accidents which may happen to any high-spirited young gentleman. In costume, the visitor had evidently been guided rather by individual taste than by the dictates of fashion. His coat was of rusty black, his trousers of gray, picked out with stains of various colors.

Beneath the coat was a faded red-and-white sweater. A hat of soft felt lay on the floor by the table.

The cut of the coat was poor, and the fit of it spoiled by a bulge in one of the pockets. Diagnosing this bulge correctly, Jimmy inserted his hand, and drew out a dingy revolver.

"Well?" he said, rising.

Like most people, he had often wondered what he should do if he were to meet a burglar; and he had always come to the conclusion that curiosity would be his chief emotion. His antic.i.p.ations were proved perfectly correct. Now that he had abstracted his visitor"s gun, he had no wish to do anything but engage him in conversation. A burglar"s life was something so entirely outside his experience! He wanted to learn the burglar"s point of view. Incidentally, he reflected with amus.e.m.e.nt, as he recalled his wager, he might pick up a few useful hints.

The man on the floor sat up, and rubbed the back of his head ruefully.

"Gee!" he muttered. "I t"ought some guy had t"rown de buildin" at me."

"It was only little me," said Jimmy. "Sorry if I hurt you at all.

You really want a mat for that sort of thing."

The man"s hand went furtively to his pocket. Then, his eye caught sight of the revolver, which Jimmy had placed on the table. With a sudden dash, he seized it.

"Now, den, boss!" he said, between his teeth.

Jimmy extended his hand, and unclasped it. Six sh.e.l.ls lay in the palm.

"Why worry?" he said. "Sit down and let us talk of life."

"It"s a fair cop, boss," said the man, resignedly.

"Away with melancholy," said Jimmy. "I"m not going to call the police. You can beat it whenever you like."

The man stared.

"I mean it," said Jimmy. "What"s the trouble? I"ve no grievance. I wish, though, if you haven"t any important engagement, you would stop and talk awhile first."

A broad grin spread itself across the other"s face. There was something singularly engaging about him when he grinned.

"Gee! If youse ain"t goin" to call de cops, I"ll talk till de chickens roost ag"in."

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