For over an hour Tavernake endured the smells and the bad atmosphere of that miserable little music-hall, watching eagerly each time the numbers were changed. Then at last, towards the end of the program, the manager appeared in front.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he announced, "I regret very much to inform you that owing to the indisposition of the young lady, Miss Beatrice Franklin and her father are unable to appear to-night. I have pleasure in announcing an extra turn, namely the Sisters De Vere in their wonderful burlesque act."
There was a murmur of disapprobation mingled with some cheering.
Tavernake left his place and walked around to the back of the hall.
Presently the manager came out to him.
"I am sorry to trouble you, sir," Tavernake said, "but I heard your announcement just now from the front. Can you give me the address of Professor Franklin? I am a friend, and I should like to go and see them."
The manager pointed to the stage-doorkeeper.
"This man will give it you," he announced, shortly. "It"s quite close. I shall look in myself after the show to know how the young lady is."
Tavernake procured the address and set out in the taxicab which he had kept waiting. The driver listened to the direction doubtfully.
"It"s a poor sort of neighborhood, sir," he remarked.
"We"ve got to go there," Tavernake told him.
They reached it in a few minutes, a miserable street indeed. Tavernake knocked at the door of the house to which he was directed, with sinking heart. A man, collarless and half dressed, in carpet slippers, opened the door after a few moments" waiting.
"Well, what is it?" he asked, gruffly.
"Is Professor Franklin here?" Tavernake inquired.
The man seemed as though he were about to slam the door, but thought better of it.
"If you"re a friend of the professor"s, as he calls himself," he said, "and you"ve any money to sh.e.l.l out, why, you"re welcome, but if you"re only asking out of curiosity, let me tell you that he used to lodge here but he"s gone, and if I"d had my way he"d have gone a week ago, him and his daughter, too."
"I don"t understand," Tavernake protested. "I thought the young lady was ill."
"She may be ill or she may not," the man replied, sulkily. "All I know is that they couldn"t pay their rent, couldn"t pay their food bill, couldn"t pay for the drinks the old man was always sending out for. So tonight I spoke up and they"ve gone."
"At least you know where to!" Tavernake exclaimed.
"I ain"t no sort of an idea," the man declared. "Take my word for it straight, guvnor, I know no more about where they went to than the man in the moon, except that I"m well shut of them, and there"s a matter of eighteen and sixpence, if you care to pay it."
"I"ll give you a sovereign," Tavernake promised, "if you will tell me where they are now."
"What"s the good of making silly conditions like that!" the man grumbled. "If I knew where they were, I"d earn the quid soon enough, but I don"t, and that"s the long and the short of it! And if you ain"t going to pay the eighteen and six, well, I"ve answered all the questions I feel inclined to."
"I"ll make it two pounds," Tavernake promised. "I"m going to sail for America to-morrow morning early, and I must see them first."
The man leaned forward.
"Look here," he said, "if I knew where they was, a quid would be quite good enough for me, but I don"t, and that"s straight. If you want to look for them, I should try one of the doss houses. As likely there as anywhere."
He slammed the door and Tavernake turned away. A sudden despair had seized him. He looked up and down the street, he looked away beyond and thought of the miles and miles of streets, the myriads of chimneys, the huge branches of the great city stretching far and wide. At eight o"clock the next morning, he must leave for Southampton. Was it too late, after all, that he had discovered the truth?
CHAPTER VII. IN A VIRGIN COUNTRY
One night Tavernake began to laugh. He had grown a long brown beard and the hair was over his ears. He was wearing a gray flannel shirt, a handkerchief tied around his neck, and a pair of worn riding breeches held up by a belt. He had kicked his boots off at the end of a long day, and was lying in the moonlight before a fire of pine logs, whose smoke went straight to the star-hung sky. No word had been spoken for the last hour. Tavernake"s fit of mirth came with as little apparent reason as the puffs of wind which every now and then stole down from the mountain side and made faint music in the virgin forests.
Pritchard turned over on his side and looked at him. Cigars had for many weeks been an unknown thing, and he was smoking a corn-cob pipe full of coa.r.s.e tobacco.
"Stumbled across a joke anywhere?" he asked.
"I"m afraid no one but myself would see the humor of it," Tavernake answered. "I was thinking of those days in London; I was thinking of Beatrice"s horror when she discovered that I was wearing ready-made clothes, and the amazement of Elizabeth when she found that I hadn"t a dress suit. It"s odd how cramped life gets back there."
Pritchard nodded, pressing the tobacco down into the bowl of his pipe with his forefinger.
"You"re right, Tavernake," he agreed. "One loses one"s sense of proportion. Men in the cities are all alike. They go about in disguise."
"I should like," Tavernake said, inconsequently, "to have Mr. Dowling out here."
"Amusing fellow?" Pritchard inquired.
Tavernake shook his head, smiling.
"Not in the least," he answered, "only he was a very small man. Out here it is difficult to keep small. Don"t you feel it, Pritchard? These mountains make our hills at home seem like dust-heaps. The skies seem loftier. Look down into that valley. It"s gigantic, immense."
Pritchard yawned.
"There"s a little place in the Bowery," he began,--
"Oh, I don"t want to know any more about New York," Tavernake interrupted. "Lean back and close your eyes, smell the cinnamon trees, listen to that night bird calling every now and then across the ravine.
There"s blackness, if you like; there"s depth. It"s like a cloak of velvet to look into. But you can"t see the bottom--no, not in the daytime. Listen!"
Pritchard sat up. For a few moments neither spoke. A dozen yards or so off, a scattered group--the rest of the party--were playing cards around a fire. The green wood crackled, an occasional murmur of voices, a laugh or an exclamation, came to their ears, but for the rest, an immense, a wonderful silence, a silence which seemed to spread far away over that weird, half-invisible world! Tavernake listened reverently.
"Isn"t it marvelous!" he exclaimed. "We haven"t seen a human being except our own party, for three days. There probably isn"t one within hearing of us now. Very likely no living person has ever set foot in this precise spot."
"Oh, it"s big," Pritchard admitted, "it"s big and it"s restful, but it isn"t satisfying. It does for you for a time because you started life wrong and you needed a reaction. But for me--ah, well!" he added, "I hear the call right across these thousands of miles of forests and valley and swamp. I hear the electric cars and the clash of the overhead railway, I see the flaring lights of Broadway and I hear the babel of tongues. I am going back to it, Tavernake. There"s plenty to go on with.
We"ve done more than carry out our program."
"Back to New York!" Tavernake muttered, disconsolately.
"So you"re not ready yet?" Pritchard demanded.
"Heavens, no!" Tavernake answered. "Who would be? What is there in New York to make up for this?"
Pritchard was silent for a moment.
"Well," he said, "one of us must be getting back near civilization.