Old Gates now stretched, c.o.c.ked an eye up at the weather and, in a drawl, asked:
"Would it be supposing a great deal, sir, to suggest that the lady might be named Much-Learning?"
Whereupon we laughed uproariously, and Tommy slapped him on the knee, exclaiming:
"Papa Gates, you"ve hit it! Truly, she hath made us mad!"
"All the same," I cried, arising and laughing down at them, "there"s one thing you can"t explain away! The big adventure"s come at last!--the wildest chase----"
"Love chase," Tommy interposed.
"Chase," I repeated, "that man ever started! Are you fellows game enough to see it through--to the very end?"
"_Are_ we?" Tommy yelled, springing to his feet. "To the very end! What say, Gates?--Professor?"
"To the very end, sir," the old skipper"s face beamed happily.
"Why, yes, my boys," Monsieur declared. "To the very end,--_certainement!_"
And Gates must have confided this to the crew, for later, as I pa.s.sed the mate, that worthy gave his forelock a pull and whispered:
"To the very end, sir!"
It pleased me immensely.
CHAPTER VI
A VOICE FROM THE WATER
A perfect tropical night crept down on us, with the sky a deep and velvety blue, and the stars low enough to touch. Brilliant phosph.o.r.escence dashed from our bow and a silvery streak trailed in our wake emphasizing the enchantment as the _Whim_ rose, leaned, and dipped over the bosom of the breathing Gulf. So, also, were my hopes; now up, now down, on the breast of another fickle monster. Love and the sea!
Have they not always been counterparts? Do they not span the known and unknown in each man"s world, carrying some in safety--others destroying?
It must have been nine o"clock when the forward watch called and, springing to the rail, peering through the darkness, we saw down upon the horizon the fixed white eye and three red sectors of the Key West light.
"A good run, Gates."
"Nothing of our size can beat it, sir."
"You think the _Orchid_ will be in harbor?"
"I carn"t say, sir. She had six hours" start of us, and could have left."
"How long do we lay off this burg?" Tommy asked, sauntering up.
"That depends. If the mysterious yacht"s here we"ll stay till something happens."
"And if she isn"t," he nudged the professor, "we"ll comb out the universe. You get that, don"t you? A nice fat job, I"ll say it is!
How"ll we know which way to start? Gates, couldn"t you get a peep at her papers in the port?" But the skipper solemnly shook his head, saying:
"It carn"t be done, sir."
"Well, Jack, when customs are finished we"ll take the launch and comb out the harbor, anyhow! She"ll be anch.o.r.ed nearby, like as not."
Not caring to tie up at the dock we chose a berth far enough out to escape the electric glare ash.o.r.e, and had hardly swung-to when Gates was off in his gig to clear our papers. The port officials were astir and accommodatingly looked us over without loss of time, for the skipper had mentioned our wish to leave whenever the spirit moved us. Those, indeed, had been his identical words, and I wondered if they were prophetic--whenever the spirit moved us!
They were a nice pair of fellows, those American officers, and before going into business--a mere formality in our case--we gathered in the c.o.c.kpit for a long straw and a bowl of ice. The occasion was more agreeable for possessing that sense of aloofness one feels at being on the edge, yet safely beyond the reach, of a little city"s night diversions and excitements.
"I suppose you"ve nothing dutiable," one said, knowing we had left Havana unexpectedly soon.
"Nothing," Tommy volunteered.
"But, yes," Monsieur exclaimed. "I shall declare!"
"About the only thing he brought away was a wad of money from a roulette game," I laughed.
"Ah, I surprise you," he cried, in high good humor, ducking below; and was soon heard struggling up the stairs, crying: "Give me help!"
Into our hands then he began thrusting packages of cigars; packages containing a dozen boxes each, until the c.o.c.kpit looked like moving day in a tobacco shop. Behind the last of these, he came.
"Oh, _la la_," Tommy"s jaw dropped. "Where did you tie up with this stuff? We"ve been together all the time!"
"Not all the time," the professor chuckled. "Before you were awake this morning I was in town for camera supplies, and brought back, also, much of that most genial and ameliorating of influences exerted upon us in life--cigars! How much do I pay?"
"How many have you?"
"Ten thousand."
"Ten thousand cigars!" We stared at him.
"That"s a lot of ameliorating influence," one of the officers laughed.
"But, in spite of it, I"ll have to charge you on nine thousand, nine hundred--unless a hundred belong to each of your friends. Everyone"s ent.i.tled to bring in a hundred free."
"A hundred are mine," Tommy spoke up at once. "I haven"t won cigars so fast, ever! Jack, you for a hundred. Gates, you, too. Colonel," he turned to the officer--out of the Army he scattered the t.i.tles of Colonel, Judge, Governor and Parson with a free hand--"suppose you all take a hundred each. It"ll be a whole lot cheaper for Sir Walter, here!"
The professor was giggling.
"They have cost me nothing," he cried, "for last night I have won almost a thousand dollars at that wretched place--see, here is plenty with which to pay!"
And a fortunate thing it was that he had, being called on for something in the neighborhood of three hundred dollars.
The officer--Hardwick, by name--and his a.s.sociate were good fellows, as I have said. They had greeted us as congenial spirits and, probably on this account, I noticed some embarra.s.sment on his part when he leaned into the light and slowly looked over the money Monsieur had given him.
The rest of us were conversing in a more or less distrait fashion till this unpleasant duty should be finished, when he took an electric torch from his pocket and flashed it on one of the bills; then on another, and so through the lot. Hesitatingly he touched Monsieur"s arm, asking:
"Is this the money you won last night?"