Hour after hour, the nervous, uneasy pa.s.sengers paced the decks. Few remained indoors, and few possessed the calmness to loll in deck-chairs.
Percival toiled cheerfully, but with eye and ear alert for the first inkling of definite peril. With commendable thoughtfulness, he had shed the clean white shirt and collar so generously supplied by his fellow townsman, and had donned a commodious sea-jacket.
He could not help observing the dark, suspicious glances cast upon him by the deck-walkers, nor were his ears proof against audible comments.
Mothers nudged their children and said, in slightly lowered but distinctly impressive tones:
"That"s the man. He"s a stowaway."
"See, Wilfred,--see the man? No, no! The one with the mop, dear. Don"t go near him."
"What a dreadful looking creature he is."
"The Captain captured him this morning away down in the bottom of the ship. He was stealing a ride."
"Poor fellow! He doesn"t look like a bad man, does he?"
And so on and so forth, as the day went along.
Masculine strollers had very decided opinions about him. Mr. Landover, the banker, stopped to discuss the toiling menial with Mr. Nicklestick, Mr. Block and Mr. Fitts.
"He ought to be in irons," said Mr. Landover, glowering at Percival.
"That"s what I told the Captain a little while ago. He"s a bad egg, that fellow is. I"m a pretty good judge of men, gentlemen, and I don"t often make mistakes. That fellow is a fugitive from justice, if he isn"t something worse. Observe the cut of his mouth--ah! see that? What did I tell you? Did you ever see a more evil grin?"
"Take it from me," said Mr. Nicklestick, "that guy knows a good deal more about what is going on aboard this ship than he lets on. He ain"t as simple as he looks. I told Captain Trigger just now that he ought to give him a dose of the third degree. That"s the way to get to the bottom of this business. String him up by the thumbs till he squeals. What say, Mr. Fitts?"
Mr. Fitts, the architect, was a mild man.
"He strikes me as a rather honest looking sort of chap," he said, and was promptly glared at by his companions. "Of course," he hastened to add, "I am not saying that he is all right. He may be as crooked as the deuce. I"m only saying he"s got a rather pleasing sort of face."
"The most innocent, open-faced young fellow we ever had in the bank,"
said Mr. Landover, "turned out to be the d.a.m.nedest rascal I"ve ever encountered."
"How did you happen to have him in the bank if you are such a good judge of men?" inquired Mr. Fitts, utterly without malice.
Mr. Landover reddened. "My dear sir, I do not come in contact with every employe of the bank. You forget that it is quite an immense inst.i.tution."
"It sure is," said Mr. Nicklestick. "I"m thinking of transferring our account to your bank, Mr. Landover. We"ve been banking with--"
"I vas telling my vife at lunch," broke in Mr. Block, twitching his Hebraic nose emphatically,--"not that we could eat any lunch, by gracious, no!--I vas telling her I bet my boots dere ain"t enough life-boats to get as much as half of us off safe in case something happens. I counted up all the life-boats I could see, and ven I estimate the number of peoples on board, w"y, by gracious, the loss of life vould be frightful, gentlemen. The only chance we would haf would be for approxi-madely fifty percent of the peoples on board to be killed outright by the explosion."
"I hear there is a detective from Chicago on board, with a prisoner,"
ventured Mr. Fitts. "Why doesn"t the Captain ask him to have a look at this stowaway fellow?"
"What would be the good of that?" demanded Mr. Landover. "I never saw a detective in my life that knew what to do in an emergency. Soon as you get one of them where he can"t telephone in to headquarters for instructions he"s as helpless as a baby. Don"t talk to me about detectives. Why, this fellow would simply laugh in his face."
"Just, as he is laughing in yours at this moment, Mr. Landover," pursued Mr. Fitts pleasantly.
"The d.a.m.ned rascal," said Mr. Landover, and stalked away.
"There goes one of the biggest figures in the United States," said Mr.
Nicklestick, looking after the banker. His remark was addressed to Mr.
Fitts. "I wish I had his brains."
"Dey vouldn"t do you any good, Nicklestick," said Mr. Block, "unless you had his money too also."
"If I had his brains," said Mr. Nicklestick, "he wouldn"t have his money, so what"s the difference?"
CHAPTER III.
Mr. Block looked uneasily out over the tumbling ocean, focusing his gaze on a section of the horizon that for want of something more definite than mere hope lay in a direct line with the City of New York.
"And ven you stop to think," said he wistfully, "that we are still something like six thousand miles from home,--oh, veil! Vat"s the use? I bet you I never go so far avay from my business again. Vat a fool I vas to make this trip ven the whole ocean is full of submarines and German agents and plotters and--Yes, vat a fool ven I had so many high-priced men vorking for me who vas crazy to come. But my vife she vould do it.
Paris and London every year it used to be, so she must haf a little holiday or she vill die, she say. Veil, here we are. And ven I think vat a long holiday it is going to be maybe,--by gracious, I could kick myself for not giving in to my brother-in-law ven he begged so hard to be allowed to make the trip because he needed the change from not being avay from the office for five years, and his vife and children too. His vife she needed a change as much as he, vat with not being able to get into any good hotels in the summer time and not being able to keep out of them in the vinter time, she vas nearly distracted. No, I vas selfish. My vife she vas selfish too,--and him her own brother. Vy shouldn"t he haf a vacation vonce in awhile?"
He turned abruptly to the sailor who lounged near the perspiring Percival.
"How far is it to land, my frient?" he inquired.
The sailor touched his cap. "Which way, sir?" he asked solemnly. "Fore or aft?"
(Percival said to himself: "By golly, I"ll bet that man is an American.")
"Vat? Land,--you know vat I mean,--the end of the ocean. How far avay is it?"
The sailor calculated. "Well, the nearest land, sir, I should say, is about three hundred miles away, to port."
"How deep is it here?" asked Mr. Nicklestick, moving away from the rail suddenly.
The sailor glanced down at the water, squinted an eye, and then spoke rea.s.suringly.
"It ain"t half as deep here as it is a little furder on," he said. "It"s only a shade over three miles where we are now, sir. We"re comin" to the deepest part of the ocean,--ought to be there inside of a couple of hours. Here, you! On the job, on the job!"
"You ought to search that man carefully," advised Mr. Nicklestick.
"I have," growled the sailor. "He says he never uses it in that form. I guess he"s tellin" the truth."
"Never uses what?"
"Tobacco, sir."
"Oh!" said Mr. Nicklestick, and, catching a glimpse of Madame Obosky emerging upon the deck, unceremoniously deserted his companions and hurried off to join her, his speed being suddenly accelerated by the spectacle of Mr. Shine, the motion picture magnate, who approached the lady from an equidistant station and with similar haste. Mr. Block, being a trifle near-sighted and in some doubt as to the whereabouts of his wife, peered here and there intently, and then bore down upon the celebrated Russian dancer, who, it would seem, was in dire need of consolation.
Mr. Fitts followed them with a glance over his gla.s.ses and then turned to the sailor man.