Then, there"s that wabbly feeling that comes over you. Say, I had it once, when I was out in an old lobster boat off the coast of Maine, the time I used my summer vacation chasin" up where Vee was visitin". I had it good and plenty, too, and didn"t have to go more"n a couple of miles to get it, either. But think of bein" that way for a couple of weeks, and out where you couldn"t get ash.o.r.e if you wanted to. Excuse me!
Besides, I never did have the travel bug very hard. I"ll admit I ain"t seen much of the country outside of New York; but say, what I have looked over struck me as bein" kind of crude. I expect fields and woods and the seaside stuff is all right for them that likes "em. Make good pictures, and all that. But them places always seem to me such lonesome spots. Fine and dandy, so far as the view goes, but n.o.body to it. I like my scenery sort of inhabited, and fixed so it can be lit up at night. So I do most of my travelin" between the Bronx and the Battery, and let it go at that.
Now Vee has been brought up different. She"s chased round with Auntie all over the map, ever since she can remember. They don"t mind startin" off with a maid and seven trunks and not seein" Fifth Avenue for months at a time. She and Auntie think nothing at all of driftin"
into places like Nagasaki or Honolulu or Algiers, hirin" a furnished flat or a house, and campin" down just as if they belonged there; places where they speak all kinds of crazy languages, where ice-cream sodas don"t grow at all, and where you don"t even know what you"re eatin" half the time. Think of that! But Auntie"s an original old girl, take it from me.
"She ain"t countin" on draggin" you off on this batty gold-diggin"
excursion, is she?" I asks the other evenin", as I was up makin" my reg"lar Wednesday night call.
Vee shrugs her shoulders.
"I"m sure I don"t know," says she. "You see, although she knows perfectly well I"ve heard all about it, Auntie makes a deep mystery of everything connected with this cruise. It"s that absurd Captain Killam who puts her up to it, I believe."
"Romantic Rupert?" says I. "Oh, he"s a soft-sh.e.l.l on that subject.
Accordin" to his idea, anybody who overhears any details of this pirate treasure tale of his is liable to grab a dirt shovel and rush right off down there to begin diggin" Florida up by the roots. He loses sleep worryin" as to whether someone else won"t get there first. It would be tough if Auntie should take you along, though. I"d hate that."
"Would you?" says Vee. "Really? Well, I"ve been asked to visit at three places--Greenwich, Piping Rock, and here in town. How would that be?"
"Not so bad," says I, "specially that last proposition. I"m strong for your visitin" here in town."
"Perhaps we shall hear to-night whether I"m to go or not," says Vee.
"They are to hold some sort of meeting here--everyone who has been asked on the cruise. There"s someone now."
"It"s Mr. Ellins," says I, "and-- Oh, look who he"s towin" along--J.
Dudley Simms. He must be for comic relief."
Just why him and Old Hickory should be such great friends I never could make out, for they"re about as much alike as T and S. Dudley"s as thin as Mr. Ellins is thick; he always wears that batty twisted smile, while Old Hickory"s mouth corners are generally straight, and he knows no more about finance than an ostrich does about playin" first base. Mr.
Simms owns a big block of Corrugated preferred, and he"s supposed to be on the Board; but all he ever does is to sign over proxy slips and duck directors" meetings.
"I"m an orphan, you know," is his stock remark when anyone tries to talk business to him.
Even if he didn"t wear gray spats and a wide ribbon on his eyegla.s.ses, you"d spot him for a funny gink by the offset ears and the odd way he has of carryin" his head a little to one side.
"What a queer-looking person!" whispers Vee.
"Wait until you hear him spring some of his nutty conversation," says I.
By this time the bell buzzes again, and Helma shows in a dumpy little woman with partly gray hair and Baldwin apple cheeks--evidently a friend of Auntie"s by the way they go to a clinch.
"Mrs. Mumford," says Vee.
"Auntie"s donation to the party, eh?" says I. "Just listen to her coo!"
"S-s-sh!" says Vee, snickerin".
That"s what it was, though--cooin". Seems to be her specialty, too, for she goes bobbin" and bowin" around the room, makin" noises like a turtle-dove on a top branch.
"O-o-o-oh, Mr. Ellins!" says she. "So glad to know you. O-o-o-oh!"
And she smiles and ducks her head and beams gushy on everyone in sight.
"How long can she keep that up on a stretch?" I asks Vee.
"Indefinitely," says Vee. "It"s quite natural, you know. For, really, she"s an old dear, but a bit tiresome. If she goes she will knit or crochet the whole blessed time, no matter what happens. She crocheted all over Europe with us one summer. Fancy facing the Matterhorn and counting st.i.tches! But Mrs. Mumford did it."
"Then she"ll be a great help on their cruise, I don"t think," says I.
"Oh, but she will," says Vee. "You see, she always agrees with everything Auntie says, and very few can do that. Well, here comes Professor Leonidas Barr, too. You might know Auntie would want him along."
"What"s he luggin" his hat in for?" says I. "Don"t he trust Helma?"
"It"s because he"s afraid he"ll walk out without it," says Vee. "But he"ll do that, anyway. And he leaves it in the weirdest places--under the piano, in a vase, or back of the fire screen. We always have a grand hunt for the Professor"s hat when he starts to go. But it"s no wonder he forgets such trifles, when he knows so much about fishes. He writes books about "em."
"He looks it," says I. "And, last but not least, we have arriving Captain Rupert Killam, who started all this trouble. My, but he takes life serious, don"t he?"
From where we sat in the library window alcove, we could get a fair view of the bunch up front, and I must say that the last thing in the world you"d ever expect this collection to do would be to go cruisin"
off after pirate gold. Here they were, though, gathered in Auntie"s drawin"-room, and if the idea of the meetin" wasn"t to hear details about the trip, what was it?
I was expectin" Auntie to have the foldin" doors shut and an executive session called; but she either forgot we was there, or else she was too excited to notice it, for the next thing we knew she was callin" on Mr.
Ellins to state the proposition. Which he does in his usual crisp way.
"You have been asked," says he, "to go with us on a cruise to the west coast of Florida. That is all you are supposed to know about it, according to Captain Killam"s notion. But that"s nonsense. I, for one, don"t intend to keep up an air of mysterious secrecy for the next three or four weeks. As a matter of fact, we are going after hidden treasure--pirate gold, buried jewels, all that sort of thing."
"O-o-o-oh!" coos Mrs. Mumford. "Doesn"t that sound deliciously romantic?"
"Quixotic if you will," says Mr. Ellins. "But Mrs. Hemmingway and myself, although we may not look it, are just that kind. We are desperate characters, if the truth must be told. The only reason we haven"t hunted for buried treasure before is that we have lacked the opportunity. We think we have it now. Captain Killam, here, has told us of an island on which is a buried pirate h.o.a.rd--millions in gold, priceless jewels by the peck. And that"s what we"re going after."
"Most interesting, I"m sure," says Professor Barr, wipin" his gla.s.ses absent-minded with a corner of Mrs. Mumford"s shoulder scarf.
"But, I say," puts in J. Dudley Simms, "I"ll not be any help at digging, you know."
"Has anyone ever suspected you of being useful in any capacity?"
demands Old Hickory.
"Oh, come!" protests Dudley. "I play a fair game of bridge, don"t I?"
"Exception allowed," says Mr. Ellins. "And I may say, to quiet any similar fears, that the entire burden of the treasure hunt will be undertaken by Mrs. Hemmingway, the Captain, and myself. Incidentally, we expect to divide the spoils among ourselves. Aside from that, we ask you to share with us the pleasure and perhaps the perils of the trip."
"O-o-o-oh!" coos Mrs. Mumford, meanin" nothing at all.
"We have secured a good-sized, comfortable yacht," goes on Old Hickory.
"You will each have a stateroom, a.s.signed by lot. Meal hours and the menu will be left to the discretion of a competent steward.
"We sail on Wednesday, promptly at 11 A.M. Just when we shall return I can"t say. It may be in a month, possibly two. You will need to dress for the tropics--thin clothing, sun helmets, colored gla.s.ses, all that sort of thing.
"And you need not be surprised to learn that the yacht is somewhat heavily armed. On the forward deck you will see something wrapped in canvas. To antic.i.p.ate your curiosity I will state now that this is a machine for making and distributing poisonous gas, as our treasure island is infested with rattlesnakes and mosquitos. It may also be useful in discouraging anyone who tries to interfere with our enterprise. Am I correct, Captain Killam?"
"Quite," says Rupert, noddin" his head solemn.
"And now," says Old Hickory, "having been thoroughly frank with you, I ask that this information be treated as confidential. Also, will any of you who wish to reconsider your acceptances kindly say so at once?