"I suppose we really ought to get some of this canvas off her," says he.
"Ferdie, could you help tie in a reef?"
"I--I don"t know, I"m sure," says Ferdie. "I think perhaps----"
"This wouldn"t be a thinking job," says Mr. Robert. "Of course I might douse the mainsail altogether and run under jib and jigger; but--no, I guess she"ll carry it. Ease off on that main sheet a trifle, Torchy."
We was makin" a straight run for it now, slap up the Sound--and believe me we was breezin" along some swift! Vee had come back with the rest of us, her hair all sparkled up with salt spray and her eyes shinin", and shows me how to coil up the slack of the sheet like a doormat. On and on we booms, with the land miles away on either side.
"But see here!" protests Ferdie. "I thought we were to stop at Greenwich for provisions."
"Make in there against this head wind?" says Mr. Robert. "Not to-day."
It"s comin" in heavy puffs now, and the sky is cloudin" up some. Two or three times Mr. Robert heads the _Pyxie_ up into it and debates about takin" in the mainsail. Then he decides it would be better to square off and make for some cove he knows of on the north sh.o.r.e of Long Island. So we let out the sheet a bit more and go plungin" along.
Must have been about four o"clock when it got to blowin" hardest. A puff would hit us and souse the bow under, with the spray flyin" clear over us. We"d heel until the water was runnin" white along the lee deck from bow to stern. Then it would let up a bit, and the yacht would straighten and sort of shake herself before another came.
"I think we"ll have to slack away on our peak and spill some of this over the gaff," says Mr. Robert. "Torchy, stand by that halyard, and when I give the word----"
Cr-r-r-rack! It come mighty abrupt. For a minute I can"t make out what has happened; but when I sees the mast stagger and go lurchin"
overboard, sail and all, I thought it was a case of women and children first.
"Oh, dear! How dreadful of you, Robert!" wails Ferdie. "We"re wrecked!
Help! Help!"
"Oh, dry up, Ferdie!" says Mr. Robert. "No hysterics, please. Can"t we lose a mast or so without gettin" panicky? Just a weak turn-buckle on the weather stay, that"s all. Here, Vee, take the wheel, will you, and see if you can keep her headed into it while we chop away this wreckage.
Torchy, you"ll find a couple of axes over the forward lockers. Get "em up. Lively, now!"
We hacked away reckless, choppin" through wire stays and ropes, until we has it all clear. Then we trims in the jigger and gets away from it. Two minutes later and we"ve got the engine started and are wallowin" along towards land. It was near six before we made the cove and anch.o.r.ed in smooth water behind a little point.
Meanwhile the girls had gone below to explore the galley, and when we fin"lly makes everything snug, and trails on down into the cabin to see how they"re comin" on, what do we find but the table all set and Marjorie fillin" the water gla.s.ses. Also there"s a welcome smell of food driftin" about.
"Well, well!" says Mr. Robert. "Found something to eat, did you? What"s the menu?"
"Smothered potatoes with salt pork, baked beans, hard-tack, and coffee," says Marjorie. "Here it comes."
And, say, maybe that don"t sound so thrillin" to you, but to me it listens luscious.
"By Jove!" says Mr. Robert, after he"s sampled the layout. "Who"s the cook!"
Vee says it was Miss Hampton.
"Wha-a-at?" says he, starin". "Not really?"
Miss Hampton comes back at him with that quirky smile of hers. "Why the intense surprise?" says she.
"But I didn"t dream," says Mr. Robert, "that you ever did anything so--er----"
"Commonplace?"
"Early-Victorian," he corrects.
"Cook?" says she. "Oh, dear, yes! I can wash dishes, too."
"Can you?" says he. "I"m fine at wiping "em."
"Such conceit!" says she.
"Then I"ll prove it," says he, "right after dinner."
"I"ll help you, Robert," says Marjorie.
"My dear sister," says he, "please consider the size of the _Pyxie"s_ galley."
So, as there didn"t seem to be any more compet.i.tion, after we"d finished everything in sight we left the two of "em joshin" away merry, doin" the dishes. Later on, while Ferdie"s pokin" around, he makes a discovery.
"Oh, I say, Bob," he calls down, "there"s a box up here that hasn"t been opened. Groceries, I think. Come have a look at it."
Mr. Robert he takes one glance and turns away disgusted. "No," says he.
"I know what"s in there. No use at all on this trip." Then, as he pa.s.ses me he whispers: "I say, when you get a chance, chuck that box overboard, will you?"
I nods, grinnin", and explains confidential to Vee.
And half an hour or so afterwards, ten perfectly good volumes of Bernard Shaw splashed overboard.
Next we sends Ferdie to take a peek down the companionway and report.
"They"re looking at a chart," says he.
"Same side of the table," says I, "or opposite?"
"Why, they"re both on one side."
"Huh!" says I, nudgin" Vee. "That highbrow line might work out in time, but for a quick get-together proposition I"m backin" the dishpan."
CHAPTER XVIII
WHEN ELLA MAY CAME BY
Believe me, this job of bein" private sec. all day and doublin" as a.s.sistant Cupid after hours may be entertainin" and all that, but it ain"t any drowsy detail. Don"t leave you much time for restin" your heels high or framin" up peace programmes. Course, the fact that Vee is in with me on this affair between Mr. Robert and Miss Hampton is a help.
I ain"t overlookin" that.
And after our mix-up yachtin" cruise, when we lost a mast and Bernard Shaw overboard the same day, it looked like we"d got everything all straightened out. Why not? Mr. Robert seems to have decided that his lady-love wa"n"t such a confirmed highbrow as he"d suspected, and he was doin" the steady comp"ny act constant and enthusiastic, just the way he does everything he tackles, from yacht racin" to puttin" a crimp in an independent. In fact, he wa"n"t doin" much else.
"Where"s Robert?" demands Old Hickory, marchin" out of his private office and glarin" at the closed roll-top.