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Title: Polly's Southern Cruise

Author: Lillian Elizabeth Roy

Illustrator: Harold S. Barbour

Release date: June 13, 2013 [eBook #42934]

Language: English

Credits: Produced by Roger Frank and Sue Clark


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[Illustration: "YOU GET IN THAT SEAT IN DOUBLE QUICK TIME!" SAID POLLY.]




                        POLLY'S SOUTHERN CRUISE
                                   BY
                         LILLIAN ELIZABETH ROY
                               Author of
                POLLY OF PEBBLY PIT, POLLY AND ELEANOR,
            POLLY IN NEW YORK, POLLY AND HER FRIENDS ABROAD,
                        POLLY'S BUSINESS VENTURE
                             ILLUSTRATED BY
                             H. S. BARBOUR
                                NEW YORK
                            GROSSET & DUNLAP
                               PUBLISHERS
                  Made in the United States of America




                          COPYRIGHT, 1923, BY
                            GROSSET & DUNLAP




CONTENTS
  CHAPTER I--THE PERFECTED PLANS
  CHAPTER II--"THEY'RE OFF!"
  CHAPTER III--THE FIRST NIGHT OUT
  CHAPTER IV--THE SECOND DAY OUT
  CHAPTER V--TOUCHING AT PALM BEACH
  CHAPTER VI--MR. DALKEN'S PATERNAL TRAINING
  CHAPTER VII--THE HAVANA RACE COURSE
  CHAPTER VIII--LOST IN KINGSTON
  CHAPTER IX--THE SIGHTS OF JAMAICA
  CHAPTER X--SPORTS AT JAMAICA
  CHAPTER XI--MEETING OLD FRIENDS IN PANAMA
  CHAPTER XII--THE TALE TOLD BY THE BELGIAN
  CHAPTER XIII--HIGH LIFE AT THE CANAL
  CHAPTER XIV--IN AND ABOUT PANAMA




POLLY'S SOUTHERN CRUISE




CHAPTER I--THE PERFECTED PLANS


"Well, now, that's settled!" declared Polly Brewster, as she leaned back
in a comfortable arm-chair and scanned her friend who sat hunched over
the papers scattered upon the table.

"Settled--but only between us. It remains to be seen how our suggestions
will be received by Dalky and Mrs. Courtney," returned Eleanor Maynard,
the young lady just addressed.

"To tell the truth, Nolla," began Polly in a lowered tone, "I'd much
rather sail the seas with Dalky, in his yacht, than venture in a rented
craft supervised by Mrs. Courtney--even though she is the dearest thing I
ever had for a chaperone!"

Nolla was the nickname given Eleanor, and Dalky was the pet name
bestowed upon Mr. Dalken by these two girls--his staunch admirers. As yet
they had not discovered an appropriate title to use for their first
customer and intimate friend Mrs. Courtney.

"Well, Nolla, seeing we've used up carloads of good paper in outlining
this itinerary, and worn out the patience of all the clerks in the
various Tour Offices, let us act upon our last decision: Propose the
plans for our ocean picnic at the general meeting of our friends
to-night."

"It is such a radical change from the trip suggested by Mrs. Courtney,
and the outlined voyage desired by Dalky, that I fear we'll be vetoed in
the final ballot," ventured Eleanor.

"They can only say no to us!" exclaimed Polly, getting up from her chair
and gathering in all the now useless sheets of paper which showed where
arduous ideas had been expressed upon their white surfaces. But one
sheet was left safely at the end of the table. This single sheet was
picked up by Eleanor and carefully placed within her script case. The
discarded sheets were torn up and thrown into the waste basket.

"We may as well go home and try out the plans on the Fabians," said
Polly, after rearranging the desk-table.

"And see that we look our best for the conquest to-night," laughed
Eleanor, looking about for her hat and coat.

                   *       *       *       *       *

Are you acquainted with Polly and Eleanor? If not, you should be. They
are the two friends who were introduced to us several years ago at
Pebbly Pit Ranch. Remember? At our first meeting with them these two
girls were barely past fourteen; but we founded a firm friendship with
them and their immediate companions, at the great Colorado ranch, and
this friendship has lasted all through the interesting, and many times
thrilling, adventures these girls experienced. To you, who have been
denied this friendship, we will introduce our girls.

Polly Brewster, born and reared on her home ranch in the Rockies of
Colorado, first met and established a friendship with Eleanor Maynard of
Chicago, when Eleanor, attended by her elder sister Barbara and Anne
Stewart, spent the summer with the Brewsters at Pebbly Pit Ranch. During
that visit the girls, while on a mountain ride, discovered the vein of
gold which later developed such amazing phases of interest and trouble
for all concerned in its products.

The summer ending, the two young girls, now firm friends, won the
consent of their parents to allow them to accompany Anne Stewart to New
York City, where Anne was engaged to teach a very high-grade, young
ladies' school. Polly and Eleanor planned to enter this school, and take
up interior decorating as an extra study.

Having been admitted to a course at Cooper Union Night Classes, the two
girl friends found Mr. Fabian, the lecturer, a most valuable friend.
Through Mr. Fabian the girls were enabled to attend many private
exhibitions of art goods and antiques, also to go to lectures, visit
gatherings where interior decorating was the subject of discussion, and
in other ways reap the benefit of the many years' experience of this
gentleman.

During their school years in New York Polly and Eleanor became
acquainted with a staunch friend, a Mr. Dalken; and met and became
intimate friends with the Ashbys--the Ashby of the famous Ashby Shops on
Fifth Avenue, where one may find any rare or antique object known to
home-makers or decorators.

Through the acquaintances thus formed the two girls were invited to join
the touring party about to start for Europe the year that Polly and
Eleanor finished their schooling. After a summer abroad visiting
interesting places and seeing all that was worth viewing, the group of
Americans returned home.

That fall the two girls decided to enter business in an humble way. They
secured desk-room in Mr. Ashby's business house and ventured forth to
find and purchase antiques, in order to sell them again at a reasonable
profit. The amusing incidents experienced while in search of odd and old
objects constitute several chapters of the book called "Polly's Business
Venture." At the ending of that book the reader is introduced to Mrs.
Courtney, who interested herself in the two young business girls and
eventually invited them to accompany her on a cruise to the Southern
Seas. Before any plan could be perfected, however, Mr. Dalken hinted at
his plan to go on an extended yachting cruise to the Orient. Naturally,
he wished a party of his old friends to accompany him; and Polly and
Eleanor considered themselves part of that group.

Thus it happened that about the time the present story opens Polly and
Eleanor had been planning various itineraries to place before their
friends--Mr. Dalken and Mrs. Courtney. It mattered not so much to the
girls whether they sailed to the Orient as the guests of Mr. Dalken, or
went on a long cruise to the South Sea Islands with Mrs. Courtney, as
long as they _went_ somewhere! From this state of mind the reader can
gather that the Wanderlust had implanted its germ in the consciousness
of each of these girls.

Having gathered their papers together the girls left the pretty private
office where they were supposed to attend to their business affairs, and
started homeward to the Fabian's domicile where they lived. It was too
late, upon their arrival at the house, to discuss the tour with either
Mr. or Mrs. Fabian, hence they went directly to their rooms and dressed
as becomingly as possible, knowing, as they well did, that appearances
play an important part in any business, be it pleasure, financial,
political or just simple family matters.

Just as Polly had added a huge velvet rose to the girdle of the Parisian
dress she had chosen to wear, Nancy Fabian called from the hallway:

"Girls! Are you almost ready? Daddy has been cooling his impatience in
the library for the last ten minutes; and mother and I are ready to go
down."

"Coming, Nan!" called Polly in answer. "Find out if Nolla is ready,
please."

"I'm here--no need to call me," laughed Eleanor, coming from her room as
she spoke.

"Dear me!" exclaimed Nancy Fabian. "Why all the fine feathers on our
bird, Nolla?"

Mrs. Fabian and Nancy looked at Eleanor's handsome dinner dress with
admiration, and Eleanor laughed as she replied to Nancy's query:

"As long as this bird has no wish to be plucked at the argument that is
certain to be started on the subject of the sea-trip, she donned her
finest feathers to help her win out with Dalky."

At this moment Polly appeared at her room door. She, too, caused Nancy
to catch her breath. "Goodness me! I didn't stop to floss up as if we
were going to a Court Reception! Why didn't you girls tell me you were
going to put on your best?"

"Nancy, dear, don't worry," was Polly's consoling reply. "You haven't
the diplomatic work cut out for yourself that Nolla and I have. We have
to win Dalky over to a very important agreement to-night, hence these
fine togs!"

Mrs. Fabian had been descending the stairs, but she heard what had just
been said and she laughed lightly. Soon all four had reached the front
hall where Mr. Fabian paced the floor.

"My dear girls! You know how I dislike being late to a host's dinner
party! Here it is ten minutes past the time we were to present ourselves
at Dalky's apartment." As he spoke Mr. Fabian took his watch from his
pocket and displayed its face to the tardy young ladies. But they never
stopped to glance at it.

"Daddy, dear, stop scolding, and hurry out to the car," said Nancy,
giving her father a loving push towards the front door.

"There's one consolation in knowing we won't be the last guests at
Dalky's dinner to-night," remarked Eleanor, as they settled themselves
in the limousine which Mr. Dalken had sent for their use that evening.

"Why--what do you mean?" asked Mrs. Fabian, wonderingly.

"Mrs. Courtney! She'll be ten minutes later than this unit," replied
Eleanor.

"How do you know that?" asked Nancy.

"Just before we left the office she called us on the telephone to ask if
we had decided upon a plan for our cruise, and we replied that we had it
all outlined. Then she told us she might be detained downtown where she
was then, and that we were to tell Mr. Dalken not to wait dinner for
her. She would come in as soon as she could, but even at that she might
be half an hour after the time he mentioned in his note to her."

As Mr. Dalken's bachelor apartment was but a short drive from the
Fabian's residence, the chauffeur soon stopped before the door and the
girls prepared to get out. A few minutes later they were being welcomed
by their smiling host. Then he scolded.

"Late as usual! Not that I would include Mr. Fabian in that rebuke,
because a man is _never_ late--especially when it is a dinner. But the
ladies! Ah me! So many valuable hours wasted before a mirror, and who
for--tell me that! For a number of old fogies like Ashby, Fabian and
myself."

But the ladies laughed his scolding to silence. They knew their host! He
was the pink of neatness himself, and he always noticed the gowns and
general appearances of his lady guests.

"Who's coming to-night, Dalky?" asked Polly, not waiting to answer his
rebuke about being late.

"Oh, the Ashbys are already here; then there will be Mrs. Courtney, who
will be late, of course, and my daughter Elizabeth. She ought to have
been here before this."

As he spoke he threw open the door of the guestroom and ushered his
friends in; but taking Mr. Fabian by the arm to show him into his own
suite of rooms.

As soon as the door of the guestroom was closed Polly glanced at her
three companions who were silently exchanging looks with each other.
Then Eleanor whispered her opinion:

"Elizabeth! Of all the world she is the last I should have expected here
to-night. I just know her mother sent her to pry into Dalky's plans for
this cruise. Naturally, such a woman would have heard about her
ex-husband's plans for the next few months."

Polly frowned at this declaration, but Mrs. Fabian, always anxious to
give a person the benefit of a doubt, remarked kindly: "We must remember
that Elizabeth is her father's only child. Perhaps she is dining here
this evening by accident--not by planning."

But Eleanor flared up in defence of her friend Dalky. "If you knew that
girl as well as Polly and I understand her from school days, you'd not
take this generous view of her and her mother's schemes. I only hope
Dalky hasn't any idea of inviting her to go with us on his yachting
cruise. She'd just spoil all the fun for me!"

"With Elizabeth present at the table I'd feel embarrassed in speaking of
our plan, Nolla; or of saying a word about any cruise," added Polly,
seriously.

"Yes, that's just it: Elizabeth is a kill-joy for every one wherever she
goes," was Eleanor's angry retort.

"Well, girls, let us not excite ourselves before we know why Elizabeth
is present to-night. Plenty of time to talk over her lack of amiability
when we discover she will be a member of Dalky's party," advised Mrs.
Fabian, moving towards the door of the dressing room.

As she opened it the four friends who were ready to leave fell back
because the object of their criticism stood upon the threshold.

"Oh, dear!" cried the girl with a pretty pretence of feeling surprise,
as she quickly placed her hands over her heart. "I was told to leave my
wraps in Daddy's guestroom, but I was not aware that it was occupied.
I'm sorry if I startled you as I have been."

Elizabeth Dalken was the fashionable product of New York's ultra
society--at least she and her mother liked to believe they were embraced
upon that clannish upper-plane. But it is doubtful if one of the Four
Hundred even dreamed of there being such aspirants to recognition.

The girl was very pretty, in an appealing ingenue way, her type being of
the clinging order. Her features were regular enough, but lacked all
signs of confidence or character. Her hair was beautiful, being of the
wavy, fluffy, gold shade of blonde. Were it not for her stylish apparel,
and the lines produced by the highest-priced tailor and mantua-maker in
the country, Elizabeth's figure might have been termed awkward, and her
natural carriage ungainly. But style hides a multitude of short-comings!

The Fabians, as well as Polly and Eleanor, were acquainted with
Elizabeth Dalken, so, after a few words of greeting, they left the room
to the new guest. Needless to add that Elizabeth found it necessary to
remain in the room for four times the length of time the other four
guests had occupied it. But they had not felt the need of touching up
their lips, or relining their brows with a pencil, nor, indeed, to add a
rosy hue to their healthy complexions. Elizabeth was about to send a
last glance at the long mirror to see that her gown was faultless, when
the bell summoned Mr. Dalken to his entrance door. This time the new
comer called forth a chorus of merry welcomes from the group of guests
in the living room, the archway of which offered a good view of the
front door and the reception hall.

"Welcome, Mrs. Courtney! Glad you found it possible to get here before
dinner is announced," said Mr. Dalken, smiling upon his guest.

"Oh! I am glad, too! I thought you would be through the first course, as
it is really half an hour past the time you said," remarked Mrs.
Courtney, releasing her small gloved hand from the unconscious hold of
her host's warm clasp. He had been appraising her beauty and appearance
and forgot he held her hand.

"Come to the guestroom, Mrs. Courtney. My little girl Elizabeth is still
there, and she will be delighted to meet you and render any little
service you may need. You see, a confirmed bachelor as I am, fails to
provide a maid or other necessities for ladies when they deign to dine
at his rooms." As he spoke, Mr. Dalken ushered Mrs. Courtney to the
guestroom door. Then he paused and knocked upon the panel.

Elizabeth threw the door open, appearing as a radiant vision to her
father, who said: "Ah, Tots! Here is a friend of mine. In the absence of
a maid, I know you will be happy to assist in any way. Mrs. Courtney, my
daughter Elizabeth; Totty, Mrs. Courtney."

Without waiting to see if this meeting proved to be harmonious, Mr.
Dalken closed the door upon Mrs. Courtney, and hurried to his valet-cook
to say that the last guest expected had just arrived. Karl nodded his
head silently, and proceeded to instruct the Japanese servant to turn up
the lights in the diningroom.

At the closing of the guestroom door Elizabeth turned and purred sweetly
upon the lady to whom she had just been introduced. She seemed
over-eager to assist in removing the handsome evening wrap, and she
stood hovering near while Mrs. Courtney stood before the dressing mirror
to arrange her crushed hair. The girl babbled of many things, but with
all her babbling she never lost sight of one detail of the lady's
costume and make-up, and of the possible valuation of the magnificent
diamonds and pearls which adorned her person. The jewelry caused pangs
of envy in Elizabeth's soul, for she was mad over jewels.

Out in the living-room, the waiting guests amused themselves.

"Before we prepare any further arguments to win our case before the
tribunal of the higher authorities, we'd better sit back and watch
whether this will be a proper evening to throw the bomb," remarked
Polly, dryly, to her chum Eleanor.

"But this is the reason we are all assembled at dinner to-night!"
exclaimed Eleanor, impatiently. "Dalky wants to get away from New York
without further delay, you know."

"Well, I don't know! Only do be circumspect, Nolla, in the presence of
Elizabeth. We know her, and we do not know what she might say or do to
make trouble for our dear Dalky, if she once finds that he plans to take
us all on a long cruise."

"She can't say or make any trouble for him, that I can see!" retorted
Eleanor. "That woman got her divorce, all right, and is married hard and
fast to that awful suitor, so what other trouble can be started after
that?"

Polly did not reply, but she shook her head sympathetically. The
sympathy, Eleanor understood, was all for "Poor Dalky!"

Mrs. Courtney and Elizabeth now came from the guest-room, Elizabeth
smiling sweetly, and Mrs. Courtney with her well-set head held a trifle
higher than was her wont, and with two bright spots of crimson touching
her cheeks with the hue of restrained blood which must be dancing in her
veins. Her eyes, when she looked at Polly, were shooting sparks, but
these soon disappeared after she shook hands with her friends who were
glad to see her.

"See that!" whispered Eleanor quickly to Polly. "That sweet little wasp
has stung Mrs. Courtney with something she has said, or hinted at!"

"So it seems. I wish I knew what to do," mused Polly.

"Just wait and keep your eyes and ears wide open. We'll catch Elizabeth
in any little plot she or her mother may have planned," declared
Eleanor.

At this moment the Japanese attendant came to the door and announced
dinner. The friendly party, being so informal, grouped itself about Mr.
Dalken and all moved slowly towards the dining-room--all but Elizabeth
Dalken. While all her companions walked from the living-room to the
diningroom, listening to her father's account of a wonderful catch of
fish in the Maine streams, she had managed to get away unseen and enter
the guestroom. Behind the closed door of the room she found what she had
planned to secure. Information.

Mr. Dalken designated their seats to his friends, and turning to Mrs.
Courtney said, politely: "As you are a guest in my home for the first
time I have assigned the seat of honor to you--at my right. Of course, I
had to beg permission of Polly and Nolla before daring to trespass upon
their rights,--they generally fight for this place."

Polly smiled and tossed her head, but Eleanor vehemently denied any such
weakness, while the adults in the party laughed at their host's teasing
ways. Mr. Dalken, meantime, had been searching for his daughter
Elizabeth. She was not to be seen.

"Why! This is strange; did not Elizabeth come to the diningroom just
now?" asked he in amazement of his guests.

The guests looked from one to another in surprise. They all believed the
girl to have been present with them. Before Mr. Dalken had time to send
the servant to find the missing daughter, however, she ran from the
dressingroom and hurried to the diningroom.

"Pardon my absence, Daddy," was her call before he had time to ask what
was wrong. "I just _had_ to dab my nose a bit, you know." She laughed
lightly as though it would be understood how important a deed was the
powdering of a nose.

Mr. Dalken patted the fluffy yellow head as Elizabeth slid into her
chair. Then the servant was signalled to serve. Polly prodded Eleanor,
who sat next her at the table, with her foot under cover of the long
damask cloth. And Eleanor glanced at her friend to see what she meant to
convey to her.

In a very low voice Polly said: "Don't you say a word, hear me, Nolla?
Wait till we know what Elizabeth wants to know."

Eleanor winked knowingly. At the same time Mr. Dalken tossed the
conversational ball into the arena for all to catch.

"Friends and fellow-countrymen," began he, clearing his throat
impressively, "we are assembled together this evening in order that the
important event of taking a trip around the world may be duly discussed.
After the arguments for and against the cruise in my yacht are heard,
the chairman--that is myself--will allow two minutes to the argument for
or against the acceptance of Mrs. Courtney's offer to sail to the South
Seas in her craft. The meeting is now open for all members of this
party."

Mr. Dalken then rubbed his hands vigorously as if to say he was washing
them of all trouble henceforth. If the members in the party came to
blows over their debate it would be nothing to him! His guests,
understanding his action, laughed at him and bade him sit down.

"At least, Mr. Chairman, you might tell us the names of the speakers we
are supposed to hear from this evening," laughed Mr. Fabian.

"The first speaker to be heard from this evening, is our capable
globe-trotter Mr. Fabian," retorted Mr. Dalken without hesitation. A
laugh greeted this introduction, but the servant was placing the first
course before the hungry guests and it was silently agreed to give the
first attention to the most important matter of food.

During the next three courses there were many suggestions, and merry
arguments from the friends about that board, but Elizabeth Dalken, never
missing a word or look of those who were concerned in the cruise
planned, kept silence. She felt that she could work better and safer by
getting the viewpoints of others and not showing her cards.

With the fourth course, however, Mr. Dalken seemed to feel certain of
his own cruise being the accepted one. He turned to gloat politely over
Mrs. Courtney's defeat, when Mr. Ashby spoke.

"The only reason I feel inclined to vote for the Orient in Dalken's
yacht, is a selfish one: I would like immensely to be one of the party
on this merry voyage, but I would not dare go on board a yacht that is
destined for the South Seas. I would have no jumping-off place, in order
to get me back to New York for the busy season. Now, should you all
choose Dalky's plan to go to Japan, I can remain with you until we reach
Hawaii, there I can catch a fast steamship back to San Francisco, thence
speed home to New York. Them's my sentiments, fren's!" concluded Mr.
Ashby.

By the time the salad was served every one but Polly, Eleanor and
Elizabeth had been drawn into the discussion. It took great self-control
for the two girl-partners to keep silence in this vital and interesting
debate.

Finally, Mr. Dalken turned to Eleanor and said: "In all my experience,
this is the first time I have not heard Nolla have a say after every
other orator. Either she has nothing _to_ say, or she is waiting to drop
a bomb upon our heads when we have said all we know."

Eleanor laughed. "That's just it! When you all are through I'll say my
little piece, and I'm sure it will take away your breath."

The friends laughed, for they understood Eleanor and liked to urge her
to discuss her egotistical opinions--often they were well worth hearing,
too. Polly could not help sending Elizabeth a glance. The girl kept her
eyes fixed upon her plate, defying Polly's scrutiny.

Mr. Dalken held up a hand as he commanded: "Silence in this Court. Our
wise Judge will now render an opinion!"

Eleanor instantly took up his line of chaff, and, midst the laughter,
bowing politely, said in a dignified manner: "I thank you, Mr. Sheriff.
As the Honorable Judge of this trial at Court I wish to give my opinion,
and possibly a verdict. Has the prisoner at the bar anything more to say
in behalf of her plan to sail the South Seas?"

A condescending bow to Mrs. Courtney told those at the table that she
must be the prisoner who committed the crime of planning an impossible
voyage. Mrs. Courtney smiled and shook her head to signify she had had
her say.

"Ahem!" began Eleanor; then remembering that Polly had the papers upon
which they had outlined the cruise as they wished to have it, she turned
and bowed in her direction. "Will the Counsel for the State kindly read
the evidence in the case under argument?"

Polly laughed, but Mr. Dalken said: "What a pity I missed having such a
wise judge at court in the days when I tried my cases. I am sure I might
have won every case I argued."

This brought forth a general laugh at Eleanor's expense but little cared
she, because she had an axe to grind and such an insignificant matter as
a laugh cost her nothing.

Polly now opened the typewritten page she had taken from the girdle of
her gown and glanced at the opening words. Then she explained: "This is
a plan worked out by Nolla and myself. Before I mention the very good
reasons for choosing this plan, I wish to outline the plan itself. Then
Nolla will say why we selected this cruise, and tell you the points in
favor of choosing it."

Polly now read: "We decide upon Dalky's yacht, because it is cheaper
than leasing a craft; it is more luxurious than any hired boat could
ever be; it is claimed to be absolutely safe to sail the most dangerous
seas; and, best of all, Dalky is our sworn ally and gives Nolla and me
our own way in almost everything. That's that!"

The reasons for taking Mr. Dalken's yacht caused a hearty laugh at his
expense; but Polly continued reading without a pause, and the laugh was
hushed soon in order that the audience might not lose one word of her
plans.

"We agree with Dalky in choosing a voyage which will take us to the West
Indies where we can visit many interesting points generally visited by
other tourists; we also agree with him that a trip through the Panama
Canal will be not only most instructive to us all but it will also prove
to be a short cut for my plan of the continued cruise. Thus far,--that is
until we reach the Pacific Ocean--we have agreed to follow Dalky's
outline of the trip.

"But once having reached the Pacific, we begin to see a fascination in
sailing south--not to the Cannibal Islands, but southward as far as Peru.
To those who have never visited Peru it might be told, that here is a
sight worth seeing: the famous land that gave birth to the tubers known
to us as potatoes; also the land of the Incas."

Polly interrupted herself at this point to say: "Friends, you may
_think_ I copied all this from the travelogue issued by the South
American Steamship Line, but I assure you I did _not_! The circular
given the public by that steamship company never mentions the fact that
Peru was the motherland that first produced the potato to the world at
the time when Pizarro found himself ship-wrecked upon its shores. Hence
this is original information discovered by Nolla and myself at the time
of the War Famine of potatoes in this country." Then Polly turned her
attention to the reading of the paper.

"Well, having visited all the novel places to be seen in Peru, and
having eaten our fill of Peruvian Bark, we resume our cruise and next
stop at Valparaiso. At this point Dalky orders his Captain to take the
yacht around Cape Horn, then northwards to Buenos Aires, where he might
dock and wait for us to join him. We will take the Trans-Andean trip
across the continental divide and thus reach Argentina. As an inducement
to Dalky to agree with us to take this trip, we can offer him many fine
investments at Buenos Aires--investments which promise the financier a
return of a thousand per cent in six months' time. It's so, because I
read it in a column of a South American newspaper!"

Mr. Dalken was well known to be a daring gambler in the stock market,
hence this thrust caused his guests to laugh heartily at his weakness.
But Elizabeth frowned at what she termed insolence on the part of Polly.

Mr. Dalken now interpolated: "From Buenos Aires we will sail to Rio de
Janeiro, and remain there to visit the great Fair. Having spent five
years' allowance in seeing the buildings and going to all the bazaars at
the Fair, we return to the yacht too bankrupt to tip the natives who
crowd about us for pennies."

"No, no, Dalky! There you are wrong. With Nolla and me to act as bankers
there will be no danger of bankruptcy," laughed Polly.

"All right then! As long as you agree to keep us out of bankruptcy in
order that we may safely return to New York," retorted Mr. Dalken.

"What was your next point of interest on the route?"

"Well, after doing the Fair we decided to coast along the shores of
Brazil and eventually touch at Guiana, then continue to the Barbados.
Thence back to little old New York!"

The guests, and Mr. Dalken as well, listened with intense interest to
such a cruise, and finally, having discussed the plan from every point
of view, it was unanimously agreed that such a voyage would offer the
most interesting sights, and prove to be admirable in every other way.
Those who wished to remain on the yacht for a short time only, could
leave the tourists at Havana, Panama, or any other port where steamships
are constantly sailing to New York. Those who found it impossible to
leave New York as soon as the party wished to sail, could reach Havana
or Panama by rail and board the yacht at the time it touched at those
ports. Thus it was decided that Polly and Eleanor's plan had been the
best yet offered.

The evening had been well spent, thought Polly and Eleanor, when it was
all but agreed upon that the South American cruise should be the one
chosen for the Dalken party. But Elizabeth Dalken had kept absolutely
silent during the discussion of the trip. Finally, her father turned and
smiled upon her, and said: "Well, little girl! Do you thrill at such a
wonderful voyage?"

Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders in the French way she had acquired from
her mother, and remarked in a colorless tone: "It will prove to be such
a bore at the Fair in Rio--this mixing with common people from all over
the world! I hear the railroads and the majority of southern steamship
lines are offering cheap excursions there and back to induce
trades-people to take the trip. I would rather take a trip to Japan and
leave South America to such a time as the common folk need not be met."

Mr. Dalken flushed painfully. He was a genuine democrat in everything
but politics, hence this attitude of his daughter's, an attitude
fostered by her society mother, hurt his feelings. However, the friends
gathered with him that evening, understood perfectly why Elizabeth
rendered such poor judgment, and they quickly consoled their host for
the humiliation he had endured.

"Dalky, it is your privilege to decide as you please for this cruise. As
invited guests we accept, without a word of condemnation or
dissatisfaction, whatever you do. We firmly believe that your society
and the wonderful offer of taking us with you on the cruise, no matter
where it be, will reward us for any personal or selfish desire to sail
elsewhere." Thus said Mr. Ashby, the best and closest friend of Mr.
Dalken.

Mr. Fabian added instantly: "And the association with such a man as we
know you to be, Dalken, will soon wear away any sense of being thrown
with common folk, even though we meet a few samples of ordinary
tradesmen while in Rio de Janeiro. We have to suffer them in New York,
more than at any other place in the world, you know. I doubt if they
will cause us to regret this cruise." As Mr. Fabian included Elizabeth
in this speech to her father, it was manifest to all present that it was
meant for a mild rebuke to her arrogance.

"Well, we will mull over the plan and render our verdict at an early
day," remarked Mr. Dalken, hoping to placate his daughter and win her
approval for the cruise, but Elizabeth refused to be pleased, and
announced with impatience: "I must be going home, now, Daddy. I promised
Mother that I'd leave here before ten."

Without another word, she crossed the living room and hurried to the
guest-room for her wraps. Her father followed with an uncertain mien.
Polly instantly jumped up and followed after Elizabeth. As she passed
the host she remarked: "I'll attend to Elizabeth, Dalky."

But the girl refused to accept any attention from Polly, and soon after
she had donned her hat and wrap she came forth and said good-night to
the assembled guests. Mr. Dalken accompanied her to the elevator, mildly
persuading her to change her mind. The lift arrived at the door, and
Elizabeth pecked at her father's chin, then left as if she had never
heard one word of his persuasion.

Eleanor leaned close to Polly's ear and murmured: "From all forecasts
from the weather bureau, I should judge that we are in for nasty weather
on this cruise; I am surprised that Dalky could be so short-sighted as
this."

And Polly replied in the same subdued tone: "It looks most suspicious to
me, Nolla. Perhaps that mother of Elizabeth's heard of a certain
handsome woman whom I might mention, and fears, should Dalky marry
again, that Elizabeth might not get her father's fortune. You know how
tender hearted is Dalky where anything concerns his daughter. If she
asked him to take her to the North Pole he would try and obey her wish."

"Then you believe that she got Dalky to invite her on this cruise?"
wondered Eleanor.

"From all I heard and saw to-night, I certainly do! I think Dalky was
pleased that she wished to go with him, and agreed instantly without
stopping to think how such an addition might give the entire party the
odd member who opposes whatever is suggested for the mutual enjoyment of
all."

"I believe you are right, Polly," said Eleanor. "And if it turns out
that Elizabeth Dalken becomes a member of our cruising party, it will
behoove us to protect Mrs. Courtney from her thrusts, and spare her as
many bites from the sharp tongue which we know Elizabeth wags as is
possible for us to do."

With Elizabeth gone the others in the group gathered at Mr. Dalken's
apartment felt freer to talk over plans and propositions for the
yachting trip the host so magnanimously offered. Before they said
good-night and departed from Mr. Dalken's that evening, it was agreed to
try out the plan presented by Polly and Eleanor. Should they find it
disagreeable, by the time they reached Panama, they could continue the
cruise to Japan from that point.




CHAPTER II--"THEY'RE OFF!"


The result of that evening's discussion at Mr. Dalken's apartment was
soon revealed to those interested in the cruise. After certain sundry
meetings at different places such as Ashby's Shop where the friends
grouped in Polly's office, at Fabian's dinner table, and at Mrs. Ashby's
home of an evening, it was decided that the trip outlined by Polly and
Eleanor at Mr. Dalken's dinner party was the most alluring of any. Hence
it was agreed to follow their plan.

Once it was decided to cruise to South America the next question to
decide was when to start. Unanimously it was agreed to start the
following week. The yacht needed no overhauling as it was always kept in
perfect order to sail at a few hours' notice. Mr. Dalken seemed anxious
to get away from the City, saying his doctor ordered him to go without
delay, and the girls were more than anxious to get away.

The days following the sudden decision to start in a week's time, were
filled with hurrying, scurrying females of the party, especially
Elizabeth Dalken. She shopped as if she expected to visit an Emperor and
attend Court instead of going on board her father's private Yacht for a
pleasure trip to South America.

Everybody felt it necessary to advise everybody else about what to take
and what not to take. It seemed to Polly that the days fairly _crept_
by, instead of galloping past as they had been wont to do in the last
three years. But everything comes to an end--even long, tedious waiting
for a certain day to arrive. And then the day came--a day of unusual
sunshine and balmy breezes: a perfect day for a sea voyage to begin.

To the two eager girls who waved last goodbys to the maids at the Fabian
home it seemed that there never had been such a crowded week of work as
the one just finished. As the auto started to the Yacht Club wharf, even
Mr. Fabian, usually so peaceful and quiet, sighed as if he, too, felt
thankful that the rush and confusion was over.

"Goodness me! Look at the crowd waiting on the dock to see us off!"
cried Polly, looking from the window of the car.

Eleanor looked and exclaimed at the unexpected number of groups, whereas
it had been expected that only a few of the young men would be present
to bid the girls goodby. Mr. and Mrs. Ashby and Ruth, Mrs. Courtney and
Elizabeth Dalken expected to be on board the yacht; and Eleanor
Maynard's father from Chicago had wired that he would wait at
Jacksonville, Florida, for them to pick him up, as he had found it
impossible to leave his banking affairs in time to start with them from
New York. Polly's father and mother were at Pebbly Pit and they wired
their regrets that they could not join the merry mariners, but John and
Anne expected to arrive in New York in time to say goodby to the party.
Then where could these many people have come from? It was soon
explained.

As the Fabian car came up close to the Dalken yacht, Mr. Fabian leaned
out of the open window to try and see if he recognized the number of
friends who had come to wish them _bon voyage._ When he drew back into
the automobile he was smiling. The girls had no time to ask him the
cause of his amusement, because the chauffeur stopped the car and
immediately, a number of handsome young men crowded close to the door
and began showering questions upon the youthful occupants.

Then Polly got out and looked around, fully expecting to find her father
and mother waiting to surprise her at her sailing away for the adventure
to Southern Seas. But the girls were doomed to a fall in their
vanity--thinking all these persons on the dock were assembled to bid them
goodby! To their chagrin they saw that the majority of merry-makers were
there to see another family of friends off! not one of them had the
slightest acquaintance with Mr. Dalken's party.

In the group eagerly waiting for the last arrivals--the unit composed of
Mr. and Mrs. Fabian and Nancy, Polly and Eleanor,--were to be seen our
old friends Mr. and Mrs. Latimer and Tom. Tom had come all the way from
the mine at Pebbly Pit in order to see Polly, and hold her hand just
once before having her go so far away. There, too, were Dr. and Mrs.
Evans and Kenneth; John Baxter and Mrs. Courtney. Evidently the owner of
the yacht and his daughter Elizabeth were already on board, as a shout,
to attract Polly's attention to the beautiful craft, came from a number
of young persons who were talking in the prow of the yacht.

"Look, Nolla! Isn't that Paul Stewart and Pete Maynard up there with
Elizabeth Dalken?" whispered Polly hurriedly, as she tried to see who
were the individual members in the group.

"Well! If that doesn't beat all! Come on, Poll--let's run in and shake
hands. I haven't had a word with Paul for so long that my tongue cleaves
to the roof of my mouth." And Eleanor ran.

Polly was forcibly detained at the moment she started to follow Eleanor.
Tom Latimer had caught hold of her coat sleeve and was saying: "Aren't
you going to wait here to see John and Anne when they arrive?"

"Oh! Aren't we all going on board? Why not visit with John and Anne, and
all the rest of you, while on the yacht?" asked Polly.

Tom always became humble when in Polly's presence, and this occasion was
no exception to the rule. He meekly followed at Polly's heels as she led
the way up the steps of the wharf to the gangplank. In another moment
Polly was surrounded by her young friends and dragged to the luxurious
lounging room on the deck, where wicker chairs and tables and divans
invited one to sit and enjoy life.

A few moments after seating herself in one of the wide-armed
chairs--chosen in order to compel Tom to select another chair and not try
to squeeze close to her side as he would have done had she seated
herself on the divan--Polly saw Mr. Dalken hurrying to join the group of
young friends.

"Oh, Polly! I had a 'phone message from John--he says Anne and he just
got in at Grand Central and would hurry here in a taxi. He must be
almost here by this time, I judge, so you keep on the look-out for them,
will you? I have so many other things to attend to," was Mr. Dalken's
request.

"All right, Dalky! Go on and do your duty, but don't kill yourself
working for others--as you always do," laughed Polly, waving a hand at
him.

"There, Polly! Now you'd better come with me and stand at the rail to
watch for your brother and Anne," advised Tom, anxiously.

"Yes? and have you stand there and talk nonsense to me, eh," laughed
Polly, softly, in order that others might not hear.

Tom bit his lip. Polly knew she was uncharitable, but she rebelled at
Tom's constant tagging her when she wanted to enjoy the company of other
friends, too, and she generally spoke impulsively and regretted it
later.

At this crisis between the two conditional lovers, Eleanor unconsciously
played the good fairy by drawing Polly's attention to a little side-play
between Elizabeth and Pete Maynard. They had quietly withdrawn from the
group of young people and were now enjoying a tête-à-tête back of the
funnel which acted as a partial screen for them.

"I just wanted to say that Elizabeth's mother has trained her carefully
to encourage only such young men as can show an attractive bank-roll.
Totty never deigned to notice Ken and Paul, but quickly attached herself
to Pete. Well, Pete is playing the same game as Elizabeth's mother
plays, and Dad knows too much to let Pete use _his_ money for fortune
hunters!" was Eleanor's sarcastic remark.

"But you must remember, Nolla, Totty isn't what one might call a
fortune-hunter, any more than Pete is. Mr. Dalken has no other heir to
his wealth, and some day Elizabeth will have more than she can use,"
remonstrated Polly.

"Pooh! Mr. Dalken is a handsome youngish man, Polly, and our Mrs.
Courtney is a fascinating, lonely youngish woman--there!"

At such frank match-making between the two girls, Tom Latimer gasped.
The girls laughed at his shocked expression, and Eleanor added in a
whisper: "Tom, old dear, why do you think Elizabeth's mother sent her on
this cruise with the father who is so heartily detested by the social
moth, and has been completely ignored for years?"

"W-e-ell," stammered Tom, innocently, "I'm sure I don't know. Now that
you mention it, I think I can see a little light."

Eleanor laughed as she patted Tom on the back. "That's a good boy! Go to
the head of the class!"

Just as a taxi drove recklessly up to the wharf, the whistle on the
yacht blew a terrific blast. Every one glanced apprehensively at the
pilot house to see what this meant. Surely the Captain had no intentions
of leaving then and there! Mr. Dalken was seen to hurry to the Captain's
room to inquire into the unexpected signal.

John and Anne hurried on board and were soon surrounded by welcoming
friends, Polly the center of the group. All concern over the whistle was
forgotten in the gossip about the gold mine and all the doings at Pebbly
Pit Ranch. Anne had many packages to deliver to Polly from her mother,
and John had advices galore from her father.

At a second warning call from the ear-splitting siren Mr. Dalken came
hurrying from the Captain's room. His face expressed impatience as he
joined his friends. They paused in their noisy conversation to hear what
he wished to say.

"Captain Blake tells me that the pilot he has on board to take us out as
far as Sandy Hook declares he will leave this boat unless he can get
started at once. He avers that he is losing the tide, as well as other
jobs he signed up for. If he leaves us that means we will have to delay
our start until to-morrow," explained Mr. Dalken.

"Oh, no, no!" sounded from several young throats, as their owners
crowded about Mr. Dalken to give good reasons why they should start at
once.

"But we just got here!" cried John in a disappointed tone.

"That's your loss--you ought to collect damages from the Twentieth
Century Limited," retorted Eleanor.

"Oh, if only John and Anne would remain on board with us and go as far
as Jacksonville, where we expect to touch to pick up Nolla's father!"
exclaimed Polly, eagerly.

"Say, John, that's a capital idea! Why not do it?" asked Mr. Dalken,
quickly.

"What of my baggage at the Grand Central--and the rooms we wired to hold
for us from today?" queried John.

"I'll see to the trunk, John, and one of the others will cancel the
reservation at the hotel," offered Kenneth Evans.

During the eager talk occasioned by Polly's suggestion, Tom Latimer
seemed very thoughtful. When it was finally decided that John and his
wife would remain as Mr. Dalken's guests as far as Florida, Tom
deliberately spoke up! "I'll reconsider my refusal to be one of your
party as far as Jacksonville, Mr. Dalken. John and I have so many
important business matters to discuss at once, that this short voyage
will give us the opportunity we need."

Polly looked amazed, and a general smile rippled the faces of all the
others present. They knew only too well what Tom's important business
matters consisted of.

"That's too bad of you, Tom," exclaimed Polly, daringly. "I had hoped to
have a few words with my brother myself; now that all your time will be
engaged in business affairs I shall have to attach my company to another
champion until we reach Florida."

Tom sulked at these words and a number of the friends in the group
laughed outright. But the sudden shrill blast overhead summarily
disposed of such trifles as a lover's scene. "There!" declared Mr.
Dalken. "That's the last call he'll give us, he said. If we don't obey
his orders he'll leave at once."

This rude manner of sending his guests away seemed to hurt Mr. Dalken's
gentle heart, but his friends laughed at his concern.

Midst shouts of goodbys and many advices to the would-be mariners, the
visiting party hurried from the yacht, leaving Tom and John and Anne on
deck with those remaining for the cruise.

Just as the friends on shore hoped to see the sailor cast off the rope
which had been looped about the heavy post on the wharf, a frenzied cry
from a young man seen to be racing like mad down the walk to the dock,
drew all attention that way. Even the Captain watched the sprinter to
see what might be wrong at the last minute.

It turned out to be Jim Latimer laden with boxes of bon bons and
flowers. He had sent Ken on ahead to tell the girls he was hunting in
the locality for proper little memos of his faithful love for them all,
but Kenneth had forgotten to mention it.

"Heigh, there!" shouted Jim, furiously, to the man he saw grinning from
the pilot house, "don't you start until I get on with these presents!"

Jim's father tried to prevent his son from springing on board the yacht
where all hands were hastening to cast off, but Jim had not become an
expert football player on Yale's team for nothing.

In a few giant leaps he was on board and in a few more strides he joined
the young people. Naturally the young contingent congratulated him upon
arriving just in time, and the elders laughed tolerantly.

"Think I was going to chase all over the West Side for decent candies
and flowers and then get left at the last moment?" demanded Jim, mopping
his perspiring face with his handkerchief.

"You're just in time to say goodby and get off again," hinted his
brother Tom, who felt that his temperamental younger brother might
interrupt his planned tête-à-têtes with Polly that evening.

"Leave nothing!" retorted Jim. "I'll get off where you do." His hearers
laughed.

"I'm sailing with them as far as Florida," remarked Tom, coolly.

"Yeh! Then so am I!" was all Jim said, as he turned away to look for Mr.
Dalken.

A last and final shriek from the whistle sounded, and at the same time a
voice bawled out orders. The Captain was seen watching the group of
young friends, but his face looked like a black thunder-cloud. It was
evident to all that not only the Captain, but the owner of the yacht, as
well, were in no good humor at the behavior of the pilot. But the pilot
cared nothing for friendship or lovers, and he did care for his capacity
to earn dollars.

Paul shouted to his companions to run for the gang-plank, when he saw
two sailors stand ready to cast off. Before Paul could warn his friends
of the need of haste, a loud voice bawled: "Stand ready to cast off
lines!" Then quickly followed the command: "Cast off!"

At the same moment the ropes which had moored the yacht to her dock were
deftly thrown, and in another minute the beautiful craft was under way.
Mr. Dalken stood amazed at such action, and the young men thus trapped
and about to be carried away on the voyage, began to stutter and stammer
and wonder what had best be done.

The girls, considering the manner in which their gallants had been duly
warned and then punished for not obeying the orders, laughed uneasily at
the result of such deafness to the siren's command. On the pier stood a
group of wide-eyed, open-mouthed elders who felt on the verge of nervous
collapse when they had time to remember that this departing vessel was
bound for South America, and those young men were not prepared to take
that trip.

Mr. Dalken ran to the Captain's quarters and there he remained, instead
of returning to the deck to comfort the troubled souls of the male
admirers who had been so neatly snared.

The yacht ran smoothly through the tawny waters of the Hudson River, and
headed for the Statue of Liberty. Though the girls, as well as the
trapped boys, were deeply concerned over the outcome of this action on
the Captain's part, they confessed to each other that it was thrilling
when one realized how neatly they had been kidnapped. And then, too,
what jolly times they all might have on the days and nights of this
marvellous cruise!

Tom reminded Polly, as the yacht shot past the Statue, of that
experience they had shared the night that same yacht collided with the
ferryboat in the fog, and the unexpected dive and swim they were given--a
swim that all but ended fatally for Polly.

Elizabeth had joined the other young people by this time, and she asked
to be told the circumstance of that adventure on Bedloe's Island. While
describing that thrilling incident, Tom gave his attention to Elizabeth,
thus he failed to notice that Polly slipped away. She had seen Mrs.
Courtney laughing and whispering with some one hidden back of the door
which opened to the private corridor of the Captain's quarters, and she
believed she knew who was standing there imparting such amusing news to
the lady.

Unseen by Mrs. Courtney, Polly managed to come up quite unexpectedly and
overheard Mr. Dalken remarking: "So you see they will be taught a
necessary lesson at the same time."

It was too late to change the topic, or to screen the man who imparted
this information, hence Mrs. Courtney laughed softly and begged Polly to
keep the secret. Both she and Mr. Dalken were sure Polly had overheard
all that had just been said. In truth, Polly allowed them to remain
under that impression, but she knew little more than she had before she
surprised them.

The three sauntered away from the Captain's quarters, and Polly
remarked: "Well, we have much to be grateful for, Dalky. Especially for
the Captain's unusual consideration for young maids' preference for the
company of young men. He shows he was young himself at one time!" Then
she laughed merrily.

"Yes; that is what he said just now, when I demanded an excuse for his
unwarranted action of adding all those extra appetites to my list of
passengers. We'll run short of rations long before we touch at Cuba,"
said Mr. Dalken.

The anxious young men now saw their host approaching, and Tom hurried
forward to meet him and ask for an explanation. Having been told how
amazed Mr. Dalken felt at the manner in which the Captain had acted, the
disgusted young man glanced inadvertently across the Harbor.

Polly, watching Mr. Dalken's face for a cue to this hoax, saw him strive
to bite his nether lip in order to keep from laughing outright. This
instantly relieved her mind of any doubts, for she knew Mr. Dalken would
not feel like laughing if the carrying off of the group of young men had
been accidental. As it now seemed, the whole plan had been a trick.

The yacht skimmed on without as much as a swerve inland to denote that
the Captain was softening his heart and was disposed to land his stolen
passengers at any dock along the way. The men thus stolen began to frown
heavily and every last one of them forgot to make the most of this
opportunity to converse with the young ladies they had found so charming
a short time before.

Finally the craft neared Sandy Hook. As the distance between the Station
and the yacht seemed to diminish, a stranger in uniform came down from
the pilot house and approached Mr. Dalken. He held out a hand and spoke
in a low murmur. Mr. Dalken laughed and nodded his head.

The yacht swept up alongside a small power boat which had apparently
kept the same course as the White Crest, and the uniformed stranger
turned to the wondering group of young persons. "I'm going ashore in my
launch, but there may be room for a few extra passengers in case any one
here fears sea-sickness and prefers to return to land."

At this unexpected invitation, a rush of eager young men fell upon the
pilot and in one voice begged to be taken ashore. The laughter from Mr.
Dalken and his adult guests soon explained the joke. But the host would
not let the departing guests go in peace.

"I'm shocked, boys, to find you are afraid of sea-sickness and choose to
go ashore rather than take a chance with us! Well, now that my girls see
for themselves what your courage amounts to, they may decide to marry
other young men they are sure to find in South America."

The farewells spoken at this parting were short, and needed no more than
half a minute to finish. The pilot smiled grimly as he said: "Quite
different from those long-drawn-out goodbys you boys kept on saying
while at the dock!"

Down in the launch, the young men who now liked to call themselves "The
Castaways," waved their hats and sang a farewell song while the little
chugging craft started away for land.

Eleanor sighed as she turned away from the rail. "That was the first
adventure on our outward bound itinerary. What next, I wonder?"

"Well, I can tell you something we _forgot_ to do, because of all this
excitement over those boys!" exclaimed Polly, impatiently. Then she
continued in a no less angry tone: "We had planned just how we would
stand at the stern of the yacht and wave our hands and sing a farewell
to our dear people waiting at the end of the pier to see the very last
speck of us, and then we sail away and not as much as a _thought_ do we
fling at them! I feel quite guilty when I think of all my friends
watching anxiously for one last look from me!"

Polly's voice had an audible regret in its tone as she ended her
sentence, but Mrs. Courtney quickly changed the regret to merriment.
"Oh, my dear! They never remembered you were on board. Every one in that
crowd on the dock was so flustered over the fears of those boys being
taken on this trip and then hearing from you girls that they all were
married off as seemed best, that they were calling, running about for
help, signaling, and what not, to cause the yacht to turn back and
deposit those heart-breakers safely beside the parental authority once
more."




CHAPTER III--THE FIRST NIGHT OUT


While sampling the tiers of candies--each box vying with another in
artistic decorations--and then sniffing at the pyramids of flowers sent
by loving friends to the voyagers, the girls gossiped of the recent
events, the first experiences of their trip South.

From this form of light conversation, the talk drifted to the discussion
of the weather and the waves. The sea was not as smooth and glassy as it
might have been, and the vessel these bragging maids were now on was not
as firm and quiet under foot as the Oceanic or the Aquitania. In fact,
every huge roller seemed to heave the dainty White Crest up at one end
and let it drop at the other. This rather unpleasant tumbling created a
slight sense of discomfort in the bosoms of the passengers.

Several boxes of the richest bon bons had been emptied by the group of
girls before Mrs. Courtney came in to join them. The moment she saw the
boxes, and the girls lounging about nibbling at the sweets, she declared
anxiously: "Oh, my dears! Better not eat candy to-night, you know. If we
come into smoother water before to-morrow you will have ample time to
finish these boxes of candy."

Elizabeth laughed, with the suggestion of a sneer in her tone. "Any one
would think, dear Mrs. Courtney, that we were not good sailors. _You_
might find it necessary to deprive yourself of certain good things to
eat, but _I_ have crossed several times and I am _never_ troubled with
_mal de mer_."

"Polly and I never felt a qualm when we went over last year; but that
was on a great gigantic steamer that felt different from this rocking."
As Eleanor spoke she dropped a tempting chocolate cream back into the
box.

"I was about to remark, just as Mrs. Courtney came in, that it might be
wiser for us to defer sampling the rest of the candy until to-morrow.
This unusual rocking between the tops and the bottoms of the waves is a
bit uncanny--don't you agree with me?" Polly looked concerned at the
sensation she felt.

Elizabeth laughed unkindly. "You are in for a lovely time, my dear
child!"

"Well, I've crossed three times myself," now said Nancy Fabian, "but I
will admit that this upheaval of the waves is causing me to worry some
over my emotions." Her friends laughed.

"This sea-sick business is only a matter of self-control, I think!"
declared Elizabeth, with a superior smile. "Naturally, if one dreads it,
one will feel more uncertain of keeping up. Now _I_ never permit myself
to dwell upon the disgusting thought of such a condition, and I am as
regular at the table each meal as the old sea-seasoned Captains. I have
been complimented by the Captains on having good sea-going nerves."

Mrs. Courtney listened but offered no contribution to the conversation.
Polly was about to make a remark when a tap at the door drew the
attention of the occupants of the room.

"Come in," said Eleanor, who sat nearest the door. It was a uniformed
boy who came to announce afternoon tea on deck. "Mr. Dalken says to tell
you'se all that every one is there waitin' fer ye'se."

"All right, thank you. We'll be there in a moment," said Eleanor, then
she closed the door again. "Any one here want tea? We have had so much
candy that I don't see how we can eat cake or buns."

"We will go up and join the others, however," added Mrs. Courtney,
rising to lead the way from the state room.

"But, my dears!" exclaimed Elizabeth in shocked tones. "_Surely_ you
would not sit down to afternoon tea in these street suits?"

"Of course, Elizabeth. Your father made it very plain that this was to
be a rest and pleasure voyage, and not one for dress or social customs.
We were asked to live exactly as if we were at home in our own little
apartments with no one but family members near," explained Mrs.
Courtney, kindly.

"Well, that may do all right for you, Mrs. Courtney, but I, for one,
shall never lower my dignity and social prestige to such a degree that I
would have to feel like apologizing to myself for my appearances." With
this rude explanation Elizabeth flounced from the room and went directly
to her own stateroom.

Her erstwhile companions, believing she would change her dress and make
an elaborate toilet before joining her father's guests on deck, paid no
further attention to her absence. But they hurried out of the room where
Elizabeth had indulged in overmuch sweets and fruits, and were soon
ensconced in comfortable chairs on deck with the elders who were sipping
fragrant tea and enjoying tea cakes.

Tom made room on the divan for Polly, and she had not the initiative to
refuse to sit beside him. She could not describe the lack of interest
she felt in her friends, or the glorious sky and weather. John and Anne
were laughing and exchanging their opinions with Mr. Dalken on the
quality of his chef. It was the mutual vote of those present that the
cook was a genuine find. John even said it was an appeal to the male to
remain on the yacht and continue the trip to the Andes.

The crispy brown cakes were so tempting, and the high praise from the
men sounded so alluring, that the girls helped themselves to the
refreshments provided. An unusually heavy roller caused a little tremor
in the minds of most of the mariners, but the sandwiches and cakes were
not neglected for such a small cause.

"Why, of all things!" cried Polly, glancing at the coast line which was
standing out clearly defined from the changing hues in the sky. "Here we
are off Atlantic Highlands already! It seems just a moment since we
passed Sandy Hook."

"At this rate I fear we will land in Peru long before we are ready to
leave the ship," laughed Eleanor, munching on a chicken sandwich.

For the space of half an hour thereafter, the group of gourmands
(self-styled as gourmands because they ate so much of the delicious
viands provided by the chef) admired the setting sun and the colors
reflected in the sea by the clouds. No one had missed Elizabeth as yet,
because every one was busy with the tea table. But now Mr. Dalken
glanced uneasily around at the faces so familiar to him, and wondered
aloud: "Why, where is Totty?"

His companions glanced from one to the other, and Mrs. Courtney, fearing
lest Polly in her frankness might blurt out the truth about suitable
dressing for tea, explained: "Elizabeth left us to go to her own room to
change her dress. She thought the tailor-made street suit rather heavy
and uncomfortable for lounging about a tea table."

Those who had heard Elizabeth's unkind remark to Mrs. Courtney silently
commended her kind interpretation of the girl's sentence. Mr. Dalken,
believing his daughter would soon appear, felt satisfied to wait for her
coming. Then the sudden sinking to the horizon of the great sun-ball of
red caused various exclamations of admiration, and also drew the friends
to that side of the yacht where the sunset could be seen to the greatest
advantage.

As the sun set the wind rose. In a short time a perfect gale was tearing
across the waters, and the waves rose accordingly. In fact, so mighty
became the rollers, and so uncertain the footing on board the yacht,
that it was a risk for the "land-lubbers" to attempt to walk recklessly
about the deck. Giant waves, every now and then, washed over the swiftly
flying yacht and sprayed the voyagers with salty drops, and Mr. Dalken
advised them all to go in and rest before dinner was announced.

Perhaps it was due to obeying his advice to lie down for a short time;
perhaps it was the partaking of too much of the delicious viands
provided by the jewel of a chef; perhaps it was just plain old sea
sickness--but whatever it was, let it here be stated that only two adults
appeared in the dining room that evening for dinner: Mrs. Courtney and
Mr. Dalken.

Having waited and waited for the appearance of the others in their
party, and having ascertained by continued perseverance of a
questionnaire, in the form of a 'phone, that his guests preferred to
dine in bed, Mr. Dalken finally concluded to eat. Therefore he sent word
by said 'phone to ascertain how many trays would be wanted by sick
friends.

The reply caused Mrs. Courtney a hearty laugh, while Mr. Dalken found
ample pleasure for the next week in referring to that night's
experience, and to their curt thanks to his humanitarian impulses.

Elizabeth had not joined her father's guests at tea that late afternoon
for the very good reason that she threw herself upon the bed in her room
and was glad enough to remain there for several days. She had eaten
three times as much candy and fruit as any one of her companions, and
now she was paying the price for self-indulgence. Where now were all her
brags about being such a splendid sailor!

It was not an individual weakness on the part of Polly and Eleanor that
they succumbed to the attack of sea sickness soon after they reached
their small rooms. But they were not aware at the time that _all_
adults, excepting Mr. Dalken and Mrs. Courtney, had decided against
dining that night, and remained in their own rooms instead. Had the two
girls dreamed of the truth, that the two pawns in their match-making
game were enjoying a tête-à-tête dinner and evening together, this
knowledge would have done much to console them for their weird
sensations within.

As the evening advanced the gale increased, and those who felt too ill
to leave their beds feared lest they _might_ survive till morning. The
yacht could not sink quick enough to please them. Elizabeth was one of
this group of morbid sailors. The members of the other group who felt
able to hold up their heads and take a squint at the turbulent waters
and sky now and then when the craft seemed to spin about on a pivot, or
suddenly soar to the sky and as quickly change its course to sink to the
bottom of the sea, prayed and prayed that the shores of Florida might
loom up within the next few hours--that they might go ashore.

These prayers, being selfish ones, were not answered, and the coast of
Florida remained where it had been placed in the order of arranging the
New World.

Having managed to drag herself across her room to the porthole, Polly
looked out to see whether the moon was the next stop. She thought the
yacht had been going, prow upwards, for the last hour. To her amazement
she saw they were still on the sea, but such a sea! So tumbled and
troubled that she wished for oil to pour upon it.

Eleanor and Polly shared one room, and now Eleanor lifted her head and
wailed: "What do you see, Poll?"

"I see sea, that's all. Oh, my head!" and Polly fell into a chair and
caught her head between her hands.

In spite of her wish to die, Eleanor could not refrain from laughing at
her chum. "I should have said you see saw, instead of see sea, judging
from the 'now we go up, and now we go down' behavior of the board we are
on."

But no answering smile came from Polly's somber face.

Eleanor, not to be discouraged in her wish to help her friend cheer up,
murmured: "If we feel this way, Poll, how do you suppose precious Totty
is doing?"

This struck Polly's sense of humor at the right moment. She had to laugh
in spite of her wish to ponder on death and the hereafter. The picture
of Elizabeth as she bragged of her seamanship, gave cause to a duet of
merriment from the two girls. This acted like a tonic, and thenceforth
they began to feel easier. Then, too, the gale had spent its fury and
began gradually to calm down.

A soft knock on the door of their room brought forth the command to come
in. Mrs. Courtney, looking magnificent in her simple but elegant dinner
gown entered with a cheerful smile for the girls.

"Well, well! Where are the seasoned ocean travelers?" said she in a
quizzing tone.

"Lost! Went down off Sandy Hook!" retorted Eleanor.

"Who are these shadows in their place?" continued Mrs. Courtney,
teasingly.

"Never mind who we are," was Polly's laughing rejoinder, "but tell us
this much: where is Elizabeth, and what is she doing?"

"That I cannot say, my dears, till after Mr. Dalken comes from his
daughter's room. I left him just now about to visit her, then I came in
here to see you. I understand she wishes to die without delay."

This seemed to tickle Polly and Eleanor greatly. They actually exchanged
delighted glances, and Eleanor said: "Serves her right."

"Oh, come," returned Mrs. Courtney, "don't say that. The poor child has
never had any real example of what is right and good, so how can one
expect of her what we do of girls like you and Polly?"

"Well," said Polly, swinging her feet out of bed, "I believe I am able
to sit up and enjoy this visit. The sea must be calming down
considerably from the smooth manner in which the yacht is moving."

But Polly spoke too soon. The moment she tried to stand upon her feet
she swayed uncertainly and her head spun around like a top. Mrs.
Courtney sprang over and caught her arm and steadied her till she got
back to bed. Eleanor giggled unmercifully.

"Better stay put, Poll, till morning. Then we'll practice before we show
off."

All that night the waves which had caused the pitching and rolling of
the vessel kept up a heavy under-swell that made the yacht shudder and
tremble uncertainly. At times it seemed as if the great gaping rollers
wished to gulp the small craft in one swallow. But inside the
comfortable rooms of the yacht, the _un_comfortable passengers waited
patiently for the heavy seas to quiet down again.

After leaving his daughter's room, Mr. Dalken went forward to find the
First Mate who had said he had graduated from a medical college out
west. Having found the man, Mr. Dalken called him by his title of
doctor.

"I have a plan to suggest, Dr. Braxton, which ought to cure all our
seasick passengers. I want you to visit each one in a professional way
and diagnose their conditions. Do not find any one suffering from sea
sickness, but find some light cause for their indisposition and be sure
and tell them so. I have an idea that the test of changing their minds
about the cause of their being in bed will change their physical
conditions, too. Will you do this for me? Take your medicine chest and
leave each one some melted licorice in water. Tell them to take a
tablespoonful of this wonderful tonic every hour--then we'll see."

"Why, Mr. Dalken, you would not have me tell these poor people that they
are not ill with sea sickness, would you? It would be unkind of us to do
that," objected the poor young man.

"Now listen, my good friend. I've heard said, over and over again, that
seasickness is mostly due to fear and _concern_ over one's having it.
The pneumogastric nerve acts with the mental condition of the patient--we
all know that. And this nerve, it is claimed, is directly affected in a
manner to make the ill one think he cannot move, or get up, or eat. I
want to cure my friends in a hurry, and I want you to help me cure them.
That is real kindness--not unkindness."

The interested young man asked what more would be required of him, and
Mr. Dalken explained. In a short time thereafter, Dr. Braxton called
upon his first patient. It happened to be Mr. Fabian.

After using all the usual methods of taking pulse, looking at the
tongue, feeling of the heart, and taking the temperature, the young
physician said:

"I'm happy to say, Mr. Fabian, that this attack is not a case of
sea-sickness at all, but acute comatose condition of the digestive
glands. You might have experienced the same illness had you been at
home. Now I shall leave you this wonderful remedy to take every hour,
and in the morning you will feel fine. Three doses of this ought to put
you right as a trivet."

Mr. Fabian was so glad to hear he had not had an attack of sea-sickness
that he thanked the doctor and said he felt sure he would be around in
the morning.

Having visited all the sick-abed members of Mr. Dalken's party, and
found one suffering from a slight attack of gastritis, another with
rheumatic neurosis of the abdomen, and many other queer complaints that
have never been heard of before or since that night, and then having
left the great cure-all medicine for each and every one stricken, the
willing physician went to report to Mr. Dalken.




CHAPTER IV--THE SECOND DAY OUT


Mr. Dalken enjoyed the joke immensely and hoped it would benefit his
friends as he had planned it should. During the night the sea calmed so
that by dawn it presented a beautiful surface of small playful waves.
Consequently the yacht danced over the waters like a happy nautilus, but
the tossing had ceased.

During the night the vessel had made wonderful headway and by breakfast
time the Captain said they were opposite Old Point Comfort. The
information gave rise to puns, because every member in the party except
Elizabeth, presented himself at the table, ready for a hearty meal, but
one and all maintained that their improvement was due to Old Point
Comfort.

Upon comparing notes of their illnesses, and the dark brown medicine
given by the young doctor, the patients found they had been given
diluted licorice; Mr. Dalken had visited his daughter several times
during the night, and again in the morning, but she complained that he
disturbed her rest every time he came in. Therefore he decided not to
annoy her until she felt better.

When asked by Mrs. Courtney whether it would be advisable to take a
light breakfast to Elizabeth and attend her, Mr. Dalken replied: "Better
leave her absolutely alone for a short time. She may recover sooner."

In spite of ravenous appetites and the temptation of the dainty dishes
sent to the breakfast table, the mariners, so recently recovering from
the effects of the wild waves of the night before, found a sudden
relapse of well remembered conditions the moment any food touched their
tongue and palate. Thus the alluring breakfast had to be sent back to
the kitchen with regrets.

That day the convalescents, as Mr. Dalken persisted in calling his
guests, preferred to keep quiet, amusing themselves with the periodicals
liberally provided in the lounging room, or chatting on deck and
watching the curling waves against the speeding yacht.

Late in the afternoon, just before tea was served on deck, Elizabeth
came from her room, looking very pathetic in spite of the touch of rouge
on her cheeks, and color on her lips. Mr. Dalken sprang up to assist her
to a chair, but she refused his support with an impatient toss of her
head. Consequently, the vessel giving a sudden graceful curve, Elizabeth
was thrown head first into Mr. Ashby's arms.

"My! It's not often that an old man has such an armful of loveliness
tossed him by the generous sea," laughed Mr. Ashby, as he assisted
Elizabeth to her feet. He understood the way to calm a young woman's
chagrin, and compliment her at the same time.

Elizabeth had not heard of the graduate physician's visits to the other
sea sick guests, nor of the dark brown medicine he had prescribed in
obedience to Mr. Dalken's orders. Hence she believed she had been the
one who received all the medical attentions and the dose.

"Dear me, I have had such an attack of cerebral neuritis," commenced
she, sighing to attract sympathy. "Unfortunately, this attack came over
me from the unusual excitement due to preparing for this cruise. The
doctor says I need more rest and a nerve tonic. I never call in such
inexperienced doctors at home, but this one seems to know exactly what
to do in my case."

Elizabeth glanced at Mrs. Courtney, then at her father, in order to
assure herself that they had comprehended what she had said. Mrs.
Courtney seemed to be politely intent upon the girl's words, and Mr.
Dalken smiled lovingly at his daughter. Elizabeth failed to read any
suspicion of amusement in their expressions, so she proceeded.

"You know, I never am sea-sick--_never_! And I wondered if the rest of
you would think that my indisposition might be an attack of the
unpleasant sensations which generally prostrate inexperienced seafarers.
It was rather disconcerting that this attack of nervous trouble should
return the first day out at sea." Elizabeth now glanced around at the
faces about her. She felt a bit piqued at the hardly controlled
expressions of one or two of them.

Eleanor, with her blunt honesty and impatience with any form of
subterfuge, blurted out unexpectedly: "I, too, was indisposed,
Elizabeth; but the wise young doctor informed me that I _never_ could be
sea-sick--my trouble was eating too much candy, and the volume of water
which was playing fast and loose with the yacht. He gave me this dark
brown medicine to take, and assured me that the moment the gale subsided
my nausea would disappear."

As Eleanor spoke she took a small bottle from her bag and held it out in
plain view of Elizabeth and the others in the amused circle of friends.

Elizabeth looked in dismay, recognized the color of the medicine, then
glanced about at the smiling faces of those who also had taken the
doctor's medicine.

"Is this a joke you wish to play on me?" demanded she.

[Illustration: "IS THIS A JOKE YOU WISH TO PLAY ON ME?"]

"It wasn't a joke last night, I can tell you, Elizabeth," exclaimed
Polly, bringing her vial to view and shaking her head deploringly as she
studied the brown liquid. "If every one on this ship felt as I did,
they'd never have thought of a doctor or medicine, let alone any
licorice water."

The laugh caused by Polly's admission failed to soothe Elizabeth. She
was furious, but managed to demand: "Who of this group was ill?" In this
manner she thought to detect the ones who had taken such amusement in
fooling their friends.

One after another in the circle admitted the truth, but Mrs. Courtney
confessed to having spent her evening with Polly and Eleanor. That left
Mr. Dalken alone. He smiled as he said: "Well, I am forced to confess
that I am the guilty one. I prescribed the doctor and his doses."

As Elizabeth could not very well denounce her father for having played
this practical joke on his friends as well as on herself, she merely
tossed her head and turned her back upon him. He smiled to himself, then
caught Polly's glance which told him she understood the cause of his
daughter's annoyance. Also he read a sympathy in her heart for the
misunderstanding so deliberately displayed by the girl.

Fortunately for the situation the boy now came forward and began
preparations to serve tea. Having arranged the wicker table in front of
Mrs. Courtney, without a look or word to Mrs. Fabian or Mrs. Ashby who
were in the circle, he left again to fetch the tea service. Directly
behind the well-bred young servant came an uncouth Scandinavian youth
carrying a heavy tray of viands.

Mr. Dalken had not seen nor had anything to do with engaging the
individuals in the crew on his yacht, as that was part of his Captain's
work. And up to this moment Mr. Dalken had never seen this great
overgrown Swede. But the blonde giant had no intentions of being
ignored, as he soon made plain.

He planked his tray forcibly upon the table beside the tea service
wagon, and then turned to Mr. Dalken. No introduction was needed for
him. He was too disturbed to consider aught but his injured feelings.

"Dot tea what yun Shink meks me fer supper, Oi not drink. Oi tek cuffee
er Oi go home!" exclaimed he with ire.

Several of the voyagers had been quietly admiring the low-lying banks of
soft cirrus clouds, and some had been engaged in absent-mindedly
watching the man servant arrange the tea table, when the Swede exploded
his complaint in a loud thunderous tone.

Mr. Dalken gave a start. He was too surprised at the unlooked for
complaint to control the nervous action. He frowned at the ponderous
youth, then waved him away. Turning to the other man he told him to
serve; then he followed the wondering Swede down the promenade deck to
the culinary quarters.

As Mr. Dalken disappeared to view, Elizabeth smiled a tantalizing smile
and remarked, to no one in particular: "Dear me! I cannot understand why
Daddy engages such inexperienced servants. He always did neglect
important things."

An ominous silence followed this information from Elizabeth, then Mr.
Ashby gayly proposed a diversion which interested his friends till Mr.
Dalken rejoined the group.

Not having heard his daughter's criticism Mr. Dalken reseated himself
and smiled as he began: "I investigated the cause of that young chap's
complaint, because I could not very well consent to his walking back
home--not on the water, you know. And I discovered a most amusing affair
back in the kitchen. Want to hear the tale?"

Every one but Elizabeth signified eagerly a desire to hear the story.
She pretended indifference to her father and his experience in the
kitchen. But he did not see her face and laughingly began his narrative.

"I learned that the Chef treats the crew with unusual consideration by
serving the same quality tea that we drink. That poor Scandinavian lad
had never before sailed with a decent crew, it seems. In the past he has
been the butt for all the deep-sea sailors who sailed from their Swedish
ports on tramp steamers or fishing boats.

"Captain Blake tells me that Jansen is a fine youth and very
conscientious, but too blunt for his own good. In his past experiences
he has only had the cheapest black coffee served, or a weak sort of
bitter drink faintly colored that went by the name of tea. The Captain
explained to me that such tea is made from used tea-leaves which are
dried by enterprising men and stained with chemicals to produce a brown
liquid with a strong flavor. Naturally, he said, such second-hand tea
leaves are not any too clean. The driers do not spend time on seeing to
it that the leaves are kept free from vermin and dirt. Hence it often
happens that sailors find unexpected dregs mixed with their tea leaves
in the bottom of the pannikins in which they receive their measure of
so-called tea."

As Mr. Dalken reached this part of his story Elizabeth gave a shudder
and exclaimed in a horror-stricken tone: "Oh, Daddy! How _can_ you be so
ordinary as to speak of such horrible things? Any one would think you
were just common. What does it matter to us whether these plebeian
seamen drink tea or salt water, as long as we are not subjected to their
coarse modes of living?"

Mr. Dalken turned to stare at Elizabeth, and his frown should have
warned her of further pursuing such a line of condemnation. But
Elizabeth was bent on punishing her father for having made her--so she
deemed it--the laughing stock of his friends by sending in a doctor who
gave her licorice water to cure a serious attack of cerebral neuritis,
though Elizabeth was not quite sure what such a dreadful disease was.

"You have forgotten, I suppose, because of the recent years of your not
associating with the best society, that subjects of food are not
considered permissible. But the very idea of any one in my class of
friends, daring to broach a story such as you just began--all about
vermin--would have instantly caused him to be excluded from us,"
concluded she.

Polly stared unbelievingly at the girl who dared say such things to a
father; and the others in the group who considered themselves intimate
friends of Mr. Dalken's, could not but interpret the insolent girl's
speech as personal affronts: had they not been her father's closest
associates for the past few years? The society which she daringly
condemned as not being good for him?

What may have been the result of this indiscreet speech from Elizabeth
could not be said, but Mrs. Courtney, in her wisdom, instantly rose to
the call for immediate action of some sort. The Captain had just
announced a "change of watch on board." She caught at the idea.

"Oh, oh! Mr. Dalken! The Captain is about to change the watch. Cannot
you take us there and explain how this interesting act is accomplished?"
As she spoke the wily woman sprang from her chair, and took two or three
eager steps in the direction of the group of sailors now appearing
before the Captain.

Instantly all the other members in the circle seated at the tea table
sprang up, only too thankful to catch at a straw by which to save the
situation. Mr. Dalken also rose and led the way down the promenade deck
in the direction of the Captain. Elizabeth remained in her chair,
shrugging her shoulders in a decidedly French manner.

Having heard the Captain explain how changes of watch were made on
vessels, the group of friends eagerly accepted his offer to conduct them
over the entire yacht. They were introduced to the chef who had been
called the "Shink" by the Swedish boy. They met and felt an interest in
the overgrown, inexperienced youth of fifteen who seemed like a hearty
man of twenty-five. He grinned sheepishly when Polly selected him to
address her admiration of his qualities of seamanship--as the Captain had
explained it.

Then they were introduced to the capable young Belgian waiter, Johann,
who was always well-bred and attentive.

Shink, the Chinese cook, felt so nattered by the visit of many pretty
women to his domain that his rather incomprehensible manner of speaking
English became choked and jumbled. Such a medley of consonants and
vowels as he poured forth in a continuous flood by his twisting tongue,
caused his visitors to gasp in breathless amazement. In his endeavors to
show "Honorable Boss Fren's" all the courtesy due their Most Honorable
Selves, Shink bowed and chattered, even after the Most Honorable Party
had gone.

Unfortunately for the Oriental's peace of mind, and the welfare of the
Swede the latter had stepped outside the kitchen to make more room for
the visitors. As the group of Mr. Dalken's guests were leaving the
kitchen by another door from that entered by them, a great crash of
china was heard by the excitable Shink. He leaped to the door and
discovered the cause. Poor Wooden-top, as the Swedish lad was nicknamed
by his associates, in turning to gaze after the receding form of Polly
to whom his heart was forever lost, had stubbed his toe against the
raised door sill. The heavy tray of dishes which he had been carrying
aloft went flying through the door to smash as best suited each
individual dish against the opposite wall.

Elizabeth was not to be seen when the inspecting party returned to the
lounging place on deck. But it was soon ascertained that she had retired
to her own room after her friends had left her.

That evening was a merry one. Dancing and other diversions were enjoyed
by the younger members of the party, and cards were played by the older
ones, to the entire satisfaction of both groups. The sea was as calm as
a sheet of glass, but the Captain foretold a storm, though this was hard
to believe when one gazed at the wonderful starlit sky and felt the
clearness of the atmosphere.

"The Captain says we will soon be off the coast of Florida, if we keep
up this speed," ventured Polly, who had stood with the man in charge of
the yacht for a long time that evening after dinner.

"And there I shall have to leave you," whispered Tom, in a moody tone of
voice.

"You should be thankful that you were granted this lovely visit with Mr.
Dalken's friends," returned Polly, purposely misinterpreting his
meaning. She hoped to steer Tom away from his constant harping on his
love for her, and demanding her sympathy in his distress over it.

The temperature had become so balmy and delightful in the latitudes the
yacht had reached, that it was a pleasure to sit on deck or walk about
while thinking of the sleety, penetratingly cold air in New York City.
Tom, anxious to make the most of his fast-ending visit on board the
vessel, coaxed Polly to go with him and watch the moon rise over the
quiet sea.

With a desperate glance behind--much as Lot's wife must have given after
leaving Sodom to its fate--Polly sighed and agreed. There seemed to be no
other alternative. Eleanor and Ruth Ashby had vanished soon after the
last dance had ended, Nancy was deep in a new novel, Elizabeth was in
her own room, and the rest were playing a new game of cards proposed by
Mrs. Ashby.

Tom, elated at his success in securing Polly's undivided company upon
such a glorious night, walked with her to a cosy nook he had found in
the stern of the vessel. Here, seated upon luxurious chairs which he had
commandeered from the lounge, he felt that any girl should be willing to
watch the frothy wash of the water from the rapid cleaving of the yacht
through its surface, and listen to an ardent lover who had much to say
in a very short space of time.

But Polly thought otherwise. She was willing to watch the churning water
thrown this side and that by the stern of the boat, and she was eager to
see the moon rise from the horizon of the sea, but she was not keen
about hearing, again, the oft-repeated story of Tom's love and his
heartache because she would not reciprocate such love.

Just as long as Tom kept to general topics of conversation, Polly smiled
and showed an interest in him. But let him launch his love story even in
the least possible manner, and she instantly sat up and changed the
subject to one of the weather, the moon, or the landing at Jacksonville,
where they were to find friends awaiting the yacht.

Tom finally rebelled at such treatment.

"Polly, you are cruel, and you know it! Here it has been many, many long
weeks since Christmas, when you showed me enough heart to make me
believe that you truly loved me. But you froze up again, the next day,
and since then you try to make yourself and others believe that you
consider me only in the light of a good friend. If it takes serious
illness or adversity to rouse your love, I'll do something desperate to
prove you!" Tom's threat sounded ominous.

"Tom, I really think you are mentally deranged. I've told you over and
again, that I shall take ample time to weigh my future life. It's not
going to be a case of 'marry in haste; repent at leisure.' I have wanted
to travel and see the world, and now that I have the opportunity, it is
sheer selfishness on your part to try to dissuade me from such joy and
pleasure."

"Oh, Polly! I am the least selfish lover in the world. I tag on at your
heels and never receive any mark of your affection. Why, you scarcely
deign to notice me, when other admirers are at hand."

"That's not true, but I do try to show them the same attention and
consideration that any sensible girl ought to. I have said emphatically
that I am _not_ to be considered as having been captured by you, and the
fact that I have to assert myself to prove it to our friends may make
you think it is as you say. It is your fault that this is so. I prefer
to be impartial and not give myself all the extra trouble to act as I
feel, entirely free and glad to dance or enjoy the society of other
young men besides yourself."

Tom made no reply, but sat staring gloomily out over the water. Polly
sent him a side glance and thought to herself: "There, that frank
statement ought to hold him for a time, at least!"

The two felt that their tête-à-tête had best end before it terminated in
the usual disagreement regarding love. The sky became mottled with
beautiful drifting clouds which formed slowly into the long, scaly
appearance of what is known as a "mackerel sky." The smoothness of the
sea had become a choppy, complaining surface of murmuring wavelets. The
color reflected from the brooding sky had turned the glassy waters into
a grey ominous sheet.

Almost within the shaft of light coming from the saloon lights, Polly
and Tom came face to face with the Captain. He saluted and said: "Better
get ready for a turn to-night. I've just been warning Mr. Dalken, but he
seems to think I am borrowing trouble. If you listen to me, you will tie
yourselves in bed in order to spare yourselves being rolled out
unceremoniously before dawn."

Polly laughed and thanked the amiable Captain, and Tom stood for a
moment after the officer had left them, and stared out at the sullen
sea.

"It looks perfectly calm," remarked Tom.

"Looks often belie the true condition underneath," returned Polly,
precociously. Tom looked at her and laughed appreciatively.

In the saloon the young people were trying some of the new popular songs
of New York. But their efforts met with little success, and Tom
interrupted them with his comments.

"Don't tease the storm to descend any sooner by this wailing. The
Captain says we shall all be satisfied with enough groaning and
screaming from the sea and sky long before morning."

The Captain's warning fell unheeded, however, except by Polly who felt
intuitively that the change she had seen creeping over the sky and
surface of the sea foreboded no good. Therefore, she persuaded Eleanor,
that night, to place ready at hand her booties and a heavy ulster. She
did the same.

"But why the ulster, Polly?" asked Eleanor in amazement.

"Because, should we have a terrific blow as oft times happens in these
tropical latitudes, it will be well worth going up on the deck. And we
will need a heavy storm-proof coat to keep us dry."

It was past eleven o'clock when the party on the yacht broke up and
every one said good-night to every one. It was not yet twelve when Polly
advised Eleanor to keep her booties and wraps at hand in case she wanted
to don them in a hurry, and it was only a few minutes past twelve when,
both girls, having jumped into bed, heard a strange soughing of the wind
and immediately following that, the confused shouts of the Captain and
his mates to the sailors on board. Both girls felt the rise of the sea
by the way the yacht dipped and careened as if at the mercy of the
storm.

"There! The Captain was right when he warned us of this," murmured
Polly, turning about in order to get out of her bed.

The shouting and excitement on deck continued and Eleanor decided it
might be interesting for her to follow Polly's example and dress
hurriedly in order to investigate the cause of all the commotion. Before
she could reach out to take her stockings and shoes, however, she was
thrown violently against the wall at the back of her bed. Polly, too,
was tumbled willy nilly up against the wash stand.

"Well! I neve----!" began Eleanor, but she never completed her exclamation
of dismay. Such a roar and rumble from all sides, and such shouting and
shrieking, drove all ideas from her active brain.

The shouts came from the officers outside, the shrieks from Elizabeth
who occupied the neighboring cabin.

Hail, great volumes of water, and bits of debris were hurtled against
the glass in the portholes, and at the same time the awful rolling and
tossing of the vessel added dismay to braver hearts than that of the
spoiled darling of a foolish mother in New York.

The storm drove the yacht straight southward, which was fortunate; also
it was a fortunate matter that the Captain had foreseen this change in
weather and had prepared for it in time. What he had not expected, and
an unusual experience it was, was the cloud-burst which followed the
advance signals of the hurricane.

Polly and Eleanor had managed to get into their heavy storm coats and
shoes, and were prepared to leave their room and watch events when the
sound of a heavy metal grating against the door of the corridor which
opened into the living room of the yacht, made them exchange glances.

"That sounds as if we were prisoners. It must have been the iron bar
that the Captain said they used when there was danger of the heavy seas
breaking the doors open," said Polly.

"All the more reason why I should wish to be out and get the benefit of
such a storm," ventured Eleanor.

"And all the more reason why I shall hold you indoors," instantly
retorted Polly.

Eleanor laughed. "Yet you were the one to suggest that I get out my coat
and shoes, to be ready to hurry out and watch the storm should it come
our way."

"I had no idea that we were bound to run head first into a hurricane, or
a tidal wave! _I_ meant a simple, little old-fashioned gale."

Suddenly the White Crest lay over on her beam ends and both girls slid
helplessly down against the wall where they clutched at the smooth door,
trying to hold to something firm and trustworthy. The sound of the
screeching, howling wind now rose to a deafening shriek which prevented
any one from hearing a word spoken, even though the speaker was close to
one's ear.

By sheer means of strength and purpose Polly managed to drag herself up
to a level with the round porthole, in order to get a look outside. She
steadied herself in this slanting position while holding fast to the
brass hinges and knob of the heavy-framed glass.

"Oh, Nolla! It is magnificent! The waves are a mass of boiling, seething
phosphorescence which actually light the whole sea! If you can hold
fast, try to stand up and see."

By dint of clinging to Polly's legs and then holding fast to her waist,
Eleanor managed to stand beside her friend just long enough to take one
look at the fearsome sight of the ocean.

With a hushed cry of dismay Eleanor let go her hold and in another
minute she was rolled over and over upon the floor with no means of
ending the game of bowls until she had clutched the leg of her bed.

"Oh, Polly! I wish I had never looked! I'm sure we shall not be able to
combat such a storm," wailed Eleanor.

"Don't you go and follow Elizabeth Dalken's example of fear and cries
for help," came from Polly who still clung to the window and watched
with fascinated eyes. But even her powers of endurance gave way as a
monster wave, crested with such bluish, iridescent light as would have
daunted the bravest nerve, rushed up against the plaything which Mr.
Dalken believed to be proof against all the elements.

It struck the craft with a thundering blow and at once it seemed as if
pandemonium was loose. Elizabeth yelled and screamed, other voices could
be heard shouting and screaming at the top of good powerful seamen's
lungs, and the pounding of water on the deck and against the door made
both girls shiver with apprehension. Polly had let go her grasp on the
brass knob when the unexpected flood of water came up against the
window, consequently she was shunted over against the wall beside
Eleanor.

Half a dozen great seas went over the craft while Polly and Eleanor
crouched against the wall in utter despair of thinking of a way to hush
the nerve-racking screams from Elizabeth. When the storm seemed to reach
its height, and the girls felt that they would be lost unless something
happened quick, there came a sudden and awesome lull.

"Oh, thank goodness, it is over!" sighed Eleanor getting to her feet,
and making an effort to reach the door of her room.

"Let's get out and join the others, Nolla, because I have heard that
such sudden lulls are merely harbingers of something worse," advised
Polly.

"There can be nothing worse than what we've just passed through," said
Eleanor, with a hysterical sound in her tones.

"Oh, yes, there can! Hurry into Mrs. Courtney's room," said Polly,
pushing her friend quickly out of the room and over to the door of the
room where they expected to find their friend.

The room was vacant. The girls stared at each other, and Polly thought
she heard voices in Elizabeth Dalken's room. She managed to reach it,
open it, and then, before she could say a word, the lull was broken.

Both girls were tossed like cockle shells into the room where Mrs.
Courtney was trying to soothe Elizabeth Dalken's nervous hysteria. At
the same time such a frightful sound of pounding waters on the deck and
sides and top of the yacht drove apprehension deeper into their souls.
Even courageous Mrs. Courtney showed her sense of fear.

"What is that noise?" whispered Eleanor in a weak voice.

"I don't know, dear," replied Mrs. Courtney, "but it sounds like a cloud
burst. The moment it is over we shall be all right."

And this is what it turned out to be. A hurricane from off shore,
suddenly sweeping up gigantic clouds of water by its sheer force of
velocity across the waves, and then suddenly emptying its sac of water
over the defenseless craft which bravely defied the storms, endeavored
to sink it.

With the pouring out of its last vial of wrath the hurricane subsided,
and in half an hour all was quiet without: all but the shouting and
rushing of the sailors as they ran to and fro on their duties. With the
four in one small room, Elizabeth felt safer and was soon quieted. Then
when the vessel seemed to resume its untroubled course, she settled down
and fell asleep. Mrs. Courtney and the two girls who had been hurtled
into the room, left her and closed the door softly as they went out.

"I am going to go out and see what can be seen," ventured Polly, but
Mrs. Courtney dissuaded her.

"You may be in the way of the carrying out of the Captain's orders,
Polly. Better remain satisfied with going to the saloon. I expect to
find all the others there before us."

Thence the three made their way, and true to predictions, the grown-ups
were assembled there talking over the narrow escape they had just had.

"What time is it?" asked Eleanor of Tom Latimer.

"It must be near dawn," added Polly, anxiously.

"Well, it isn't," replied Tom, as he took out his watch. "I had not yet
taken off my coat and vest when this storm came upon us. I rushed out of
my room at the first blow and offered my services to the Captain, but he
had prepared, thank God! We wouldn't be talking over events now had he
not understood the forecast of the weather."

Tom showed the two girls his watch and to their surprise they realized
that all had happened in less than twenty minutes. It was but just one
o'clock.

"Then we ought to get back to bed and coax our beauty sleep to soothe
our nerves," laughed Mrs. Courtney.

"So we shall, as soon as Shink sends in our hot malted milk. He claims
it will soothe any nerves--the way he can concoct it. I ordered him to
prepare a cauldronful for the crew, too, as they needed calming more
than any one I ever saw. Not from fear or nerves, but from doing the
work of ten times their number in order to keep us afloat." Mr. Dalken
seemed seriously thoughtful for a moment after he spoke, then he added:

"I am the only one here who realizes the close call we had. The Captain
with his preventive measures before the storm broke, and the ready
obedience of his crew, saved us this night. Not only did we run foul of
one of the fiercest hurricanes that sweep over the sea at this latitude,
but we also managed to get under the deluge that broke when the
hurricane began to lose power and let go its hold on the great mass of
water it managed to hold aloft during its swift circling about our poor
little craft.

"Thank God for that Swedish lad! Had it not been for his powerful muscle
in the moment of extremity, we would now be without a Captain. It all
happened so suddenly that no one had time to think. The sudden cloud
burst, or water spout, fell just as Captain Blake started to cross the
deck, and the volume of water would have carried him overboard but for
that young giant. Instead of thinking he acted. He threw an arm about
the brass bar and caught hold of the Captain's arm as he was washed past
him. With a grip like steel the rescuer managed to work his way, hand
over hand clutching to the water-washed rail, until he had reached
safety.

"Well, such is the life of a sea-faring man!" concluded Mr. Dalken, as
he sat and thought of the past danger.




CHAPTER V--TOUCHING AT PALM BEACH


Before the White Crest reached her first port, which was Jacksonville,
Mr. Dalken must have regretted his invitation to his daughter Elizabeth
to become one of his party for the cruise. She had not only taken every
occasion to contradict her father when he made any statement, but she
sneered at all he said. Naturally this superior air from a young girl
deeply annoyed Polly and Eleanor who were Mr. Dalken's sworn allies; and
the friends who knew and admired their host without limitation, also
felt diffident at such times as Mr. Dalken was so rudely criticised.

Said Eleanor to Polly one night before retiring: "If I were Dalky I'd
take Elizabeth to the express train going to New York and I'd ship her
home to her butterfly mother!"

"It's one thing to say such a thing, but quite another matter to
accomplish it," returned Polly.

"Well, anyway, we may find some way in which to leave her behind when we
touch at Jacksonville or Palm Beach."

"Oh! Are we going to stop at Palm Beach?" exclaimed Polly.

"Why, yes! Didn't you know? It was Elizabeth's coaxing that caused Dalky
to agree to stop over there to have dinner at the Ponce de Leon. Perhaps
we shall spend the evening there and return to the ship to sleep."

"That's great! If Elizabeth should meet any of her New York friends at
the hotel she may prefer to remain," ventured Polly.

"I'm hoping the same thing. If only we could hypnotize people we might
bring some one she likes right into her pathway," laughed Eleanor as she
jumped into bed.

The following morning the yacht reached Jacksonville where Tom Latimer
was supposed to leave his friends and start back North. But John and
Anne Brewster were persuaded to remain on board with their friends till
they reached Palm Beach, hence Tom decided to remain too, and thence
accompany his bosom friend John back to New York.

"If Tom insists upon dogging my every step as he has been doing on the
yacht, I don't see that I am going to have a good time," pouted Polly,
as she heard Eleanor's news that Tom would go on to Palm Beach.

Eleanor laughed teasingly. "That's what a young girl gets for having a
beau who is daffy over her!"

"But, Nolla," complained Polly, "it isn't my fault that Tom won't take a
broad hint to mind his own business!"

"Perhaps he thinks this _is_ his business--the business of getting the
girl he has made up his mind to marry," declared Eleanor.

"Well, then! You can just tell him from me, Nolla, that he is going
about it in exactly the wrong way to interest me in himself. A girl
hates to be tagged, just as a man loses interest in a girl who is
forever putting herself in his way to be noticed."

"I'll tell him!" agreed Eleanor, laughingly.

But it was not necessary that Eleanor warn Tom of his over-zealous
attentions to Polly, because a general surprise awaited the mariners
when the vessel docked. Not only did Eleanor find a telegram from her
father, in which he said that unexpected trouble at his bank kept him in
Chicago, and prevented his joining the happy friends on the White Crest,
but Mr. Dalken also found his ward, John Baxter, and his friend Raymond
Ames waiting to come aboard. Every one believed Jack to be in New York.

"Well, well, boys, where did you hail from?" was Mr. Dalken's first
words as the two young men leaped upon the deck and ran to present
themselves.

"Why, immediately after you sailed I met my friend Ray who was bound for
a position in Panama. Being so lonesome with all you friends away, it
took but little coaxing from him to persuade me to accompany him,"
explained Jack.

Even while the new-comers were being overwhelmed with questions from the
mariners, Mr. Dalken called a hasty council of war and discussed the
advisability of going ashore to see the town, or to continue on to Palm
Beach. It was unanimously decided that Jacksonville contained nothing of
interest to the sailors, the three guests just arrived, having seen all
they wanted to see at the city. Hence orders were given to pull up
anchor and sail away to the famous winter resort where all and sundry
kinds of sport might be found.

With the coming of Jack and Ray on board the yacht, the girls showed
more life and interest in planning to pass the time. Tom felt so much
the senior of the two young men who now vied with him for Polly's
smiles, that he joined his chum John Brewster, and held aloof from the
younger members in the party. Not till Anne reminded him that he was
acting the same mistaken part he had played on board the ocean liner at
the time it docked at Quarantine in New York City, did he rouse himself
to look pleasant and agreeable when Polly danced and laughed with the
friends of her own age.

The small damage done the yacht in the hurricane, which she had braved
and came out of the victor, was soon attended to by one of the mates who
had been a ship's carpenter before Mr. Dalken's alluring salary had
tempted him to join up on Captain Blake's crew. Long before the White
Crest arrived at Palm Beach the repairs had all been done and the craft
was looking as pert and fresh as any millionaire's vessel within a
radius of twenty miles of the Beach.

Of all the merry-makers in that party of mariners not one cared very
much what food was served for dinner at the Ponce de Leon, but every one
did take a personal interest in the groups of young people, the life of
society at that gay season in Palm Beach, and the fun they expected to
get out of the visit to the fashionable hotel and the evening hours
spent on shore.

Eleanor had hinted to Polly that it might be possible that Elizabeth
Dalken would find a number of society friends from New York at the
hotel, and so she did.

Naturally they came buzzing about her, and, to impress her yachting
associates with her social prestige, she smiled sweetly upon the trio,
and accepted their invitation to go with them. Elizabeth did not deem it
necessary to ask her father's consent to leave his party and attach
herself to that of her newly-found friends from New York; neither did
she hesitate to go with them minus a proper chaperone, although she had
seemed very particular about criticising other girls who may have
overlooked Mrs. Grundy at times.

As Mr. Dalken was not present in the group when Elizabeth took French
leave, and Mrs. Courtney was not asked about a chaperone for that
evening, the girl hurried away to enjoy herself as she saw best. Mr.
Dalken, returning soon after her departure, seemed amazed that she had
gone, but he said nothing at the time and immediately turned his full
attention to the entertainment of his guests.

Polly and Eleanor had insisted that the younger members in the party
dress in their very best. This called for Mrs. Courtney and her elderly
friends to dress up to the standard set by the girls. And this,
naturally, compelled the men to give more attention to their evening
clothes and general appearances than they might have done without this
spur from the ladies. Hence it happened that not a single unit of gay
persons at dinner that night in the magnificent hotel could surpass the
appearances of Mr. Dalken's party. As he remarked later:

"It was to be expected of such an extraordinary bouquet of beautiful
females as I conducted from my yacht. Others might have shown costlier
jewels and handsomer gowns but not one could compete with my flowers
where beauty was the test."

As it mattered little at what hour the passengers went back to the
yacht, they made the most of this gay evening on shore. John and Anne
Brewster were to leave the party the next day and start back to New York
for a week before returning to Pebbly Pit Ranch. And Tom Latimer, now
that Polly expected to be away from New York for many months, felt
inclined to accompany his friends back to his work at Choko Mines.
Perhaps it was his salvation that Polly decided to take this cruise,
otherwise he may never have found courage or inclination enough to go
back to his mining interests.

Having danced herself breathless, Polly finally consented to hear Anne's
whispered suggestion that she leave a few moments to Tom before he got
mad and walked back home. With a little laugh Polly sent Jack Baxter a
sorry look and told him to go find Elizabeth for a dancing partner.

"But I'd rather dance with you, Polly. What is Mrs. Brewster saying to
you that makes you look so remorseful?" replied he.

"I'm telling Polly of a very urgent duty, Jack, and you know, as well as
I, that you must not monopolize _all_ her time this evening," retorted
Anne.

"Well, seeing that I am going to be one of the passengers on Dalky's
yacht for a long time, I believe I _will_ release Polly to Tom for a
short time," remarked Jack in a casual tone.

"Oh! You are not really going on the yacht, are you?" exclaimed Polly.

"Why? Do you object to my company?" demanded Jack.

"Oh, no! It will be lots livelier with Ray and you on board. But no one
has mentioned it before, so I naturally thought you and Ray were here
for a short visit at the Beach, then planned to go back to New York to
continue your studies," explained Polly.

"Well, I'll tell you," said Jack in a thoughtful manner, "I've convinced
Dalky that the great mining interests of the Argentine need my personal
investigation. You must not forget that a great deal of my fortune is
invested in mining shares in South America; and these mining companies
have their central offices at Buenos Aires. Dalky can tell you that a
visit to these brokers, now and then, makes them sit up and take notice
of you. Otherwise they might ignore your dividends, you see."

Anne jeered at such an explanation for Jack's hurried decision to visit
South America. "I can safely vouch for your remaining in the United
States, were it not for the fact that you find a bevy of pretty girls on
your guardian's yacht too alluring for you to renounce. You plan to get
the most fun out of this cruise and then go your way, leaving a string
of broken hearts behind you. That is the reputation you have, I find."
Anne laughed as she shook a finger at Jack.

"My reputation for drawing and then breaking hearts can never reach the
championship winner and breaker that Polly is. Who can ever ignore that
European tour when the subject of hearts is being discussed?" Jack shook
his head in pretended sorrow for those rejected suitors on the "Other
Side."

Polly made an impatient sound with the tip of her tongue against her
white little teeth, and Jack laughed.

"Just for that I am going without a single word of regret for the dances
I promised you and now withhold," said Polly, turning and running away
to join the group sitting under a great palm on the balcony.

Here she found Tom moodily talking with John. But the moment Polly
touched him on the shoulder and said: "Are we going for a little walk on
the beach?" he brightened up wonderfully.

Polly felt that she owed Tom this short time before he would have to
return west on his mining work. Also she felt that she had treated him
too sternly in punishment of his short-comings. Of course, Tom had no
idea that Polly considered his slavish attentions as short-comings.

As the two sauntered away from the hotel and turned in the direction of
the marvellous beach, Polly began the conversation by remarking, in a
cool, mature manner: "Now don't go and talk of bosh, Tom, just because I
invited you for a stroll."

"What do you mean by bosh?" demanded Tom, ready with a chip on his
shoulder.

"Oh, pooh! You know what I mean--your soft talk of love. I just won't
listen to it morning, and night, and at every moment of the day. You are
the dandiest pal with Nolla and Ruth and Nancy--why not with me?"

Tom wisely held his peace. He could have answered in his own way, but he
knew that would call forth a new tirade against his ideas of possession.
Not having a reply from her escort with which to continue the argument,
Polly found herself shut up on the subject. And wisely she, too,
launched out upon an entirely opposite topic.

"Some one told Dalky not to stop at Hayti because the natives were so
treacherous to white folks," remarked Polly. "I did so want to see the
Island we hear so much about. I've read of the voodoo religion, and the
way the sacred snake charmers strike terror into the souls of their
congregations, and I'd love to see them."

"I think Dalken is absolutely right in not taking chances with you girls
in landing at Hayti. Morally the Haytians are not to be trusted. All the
old superstitions of barbaric Africa prevail to such an extent that no
right-minded person wishes to visit there. I am surprised, Polly, that
you can entertain the least desire to see what every one knows to be a
deplorable condition of affairs." Tom spoke in a fatherly way that
caused Polly to smile, but he did not see her face. Perhaps he would not
have continued in the same strain had he thought she was amused instead
of being advised.

"Yes, Hayti is an unsafe place for civilized women to go to; not only do
the authorities ignore the rights of a people under their government,
but they seem to have no regard for human lives. I recently read an
article in a magazine in which it stated that one unfortunate
circumstance about Kingston, the capital of Jamaica, was its convenience
to Hayti--all the escaping criminals and refugees from justice jumped
aboard a sailing craft and in a few hours were landed upon the shores of
that beautiful isle whence they could not be taken except through
extradition papers."

"How intensely thrilling to me is all this political information. I'm
sure I shall never wish to see a voodoo service after hearing you speak
of government and politics," laughed Polly.

Tom now turned and stared at the girl. Was she in earnest about saying
she cared nothing for Hayti now, or was she ridiculing his advices? To
keep her companion in doubt as to her motive, Polly changed the subject
again.

"I shall delight in visiting Jamaica, and Porto Rico, perhaps the
Barbados, before we go through the Panama Canal. Dalky says that, should
it be impossible for a stop at the Barbados on our way down to South
America, he will see that the Captain surely stops there on our return.
Have you any warnings to give concerning the natives of the Caribbean
Isles?"

"I don't know a thing about them! I never visited Hayti, you know, but I
merely told you what learned and wise men say of it." Tom's tone was not
very sweet, and Polly realized that her last words had offended his
sensitive heart.

"Let's talk of Pebbly Pit and Choko's Mine," said she with forced joyous
anticipation in her voice. She felt sure she knew all that Tom would say
in order to prove to her that she ought to marry him and live out on the
ranch with her family. This time Tom disappointed her, however.

"I have nothing new to tell you about Pebbly Pit, because you know as
well as I do that I have been in New York too long to be able to speak
of what may be taking place out on the ranch. But one thing I can speak
of, and even that is not yours or my business, I suppose, and that is
the queer triangle on board the White Crest--do you get me?"

"A triangle! No, I do not get you, Tom. What is it?"

"Well, then, I know just as well as if you had told me, that Nolla and
you are match-making between Dalky and Mrs. Courtney. And I might add,
that I can advise you to watch your step, but of course, you will throw
back your head and give me a glance of disdain, hence I will not warn
you. This much I can say, nevertheless, and that is: Look out for
Elizabeth Dalken, if you think Nolla and you can pull little Cupid's bow
and arrows to suit yourselves. You've got the third angle of the
proposition when you have Elizabeth with whom to reckon. She is worldly
wise and she won't hesitate to use every bit of knowledge she possesses
to thwart such a scheme for her father."

Polly looked serious. "Did you really guess that much? How did you do
it, when Nolla and I have been models of discretion? Not even Dalky or
Mrs. Courtney, or the Fabians dream of the match."

"Maybe it is because I am so miserably in love myself, that I
intuitively feel for any one else who may be in the same boat."

Tom's tone and hopeless manner caused Polly intense amusement though she
managed to hide the fact from him. However, she was in earnest now,
regarding this matter about the matchmaking, and she wanted to get Tom's
valuable suggestions on the matter.

"Well," returned Tom to her anxious questioning, "one always gets into
hot water when matchmaking between two persons, especially if those two
have had a taste of matrimonial troubles. But I know Nolla and you well
enough to see that you will not give up a pet plan until you are driven
to desperation over its failure. With Elizabeth Dalken to frustrate
every tête-à-tête, or other plans to throw these two mature hoped-for
lovers together, what will you do? Either come out boldly and show your
cards, or call that girl's bluff, or in some way be the means of
shipping her back home."

"Well, how can we call her bluff when she won't admit us to her
confidence?" asked Polly, eagerly.

"Watch opportunities! But it will be easier to ship her back home, if
you can get her deeply interested in an objective in going north and
allowing you-all to continue your voyage."

"Show me the objective and I'll do it! She's getting on everybody's
nerves, as it is. And I verily believe that Dalky is heartily sorry he
had her come," declared Polly.

"One objective would be to induce her to remain at Palm Beach, now that
she is here with friends, and get her father to give her a sufficient
inducement in cash to tear herself away from the yacht and the
prospective voyage. Another objective might be Jack Baxter. She knows he
is enormously wealthy, and it is her sole aim and ambition to marry a
fortune and a good family name. She would get both in Baxter, but I
doubt if Jack would fall for her. However, if he could be induced to
pose as a cavalier, and cut short his trip to South America, I'm sure
the girl would follow--providing she had a satisfactory chaperone to give
the entire proceeding Mother Grundy's approval."

Polly frowned down both of the propositions. "She won't remain at Palm
Beach because she has been here too often to have it afford her any
novelty now. On the other hand we can't expect Jack Baxter to place his
head upon the block for execution, just to please us in ridding
ourselves of the girl. Why, Elizabeth might claim Jack as a suitor, and
then drive poor Jack to desperate steps in order to show he is a
gentleman!"

While they were discussing such weighty matters the two had turned and
were walking back again in the direction of the hotel. Neither one had
seen the moonlight on the sea, nor had they realized that they had
strolled across the hard beach and back again--so full of plans were they
over the little plot for happiness for their two good friends. Now they
came to the Palm Walk again.

"Where _have_ you two been?" demanded Eleanor, impatiently.

"We've spent half an hour looking for you. Dalky wants us to find
Elizabeth and start back for the yacht," added Nancy Fabian.

"We will have no trouble in starting for the yacht, but to find
Elizabeth is quite a different matter," laughed Tom.

John Brewster now came over to Tom and spoke. "Anne and I are going to
pack our bags and come back on shore to-night, as Dalken says the
Captain wishes to resume the voyage early in the morning. I thought you
would want to get your bag, too, and come back with us. If you prefer
remaining here, Anne says she can pack the suitcase and spare you the
trip."

"No, thank you! I'll go with you and see as much of Polly as I can,
before leaving her to sail away with no certain future for me in it!"
exclaimed Tom, positively. John smiled.

The bell-boys having sought about quickly in every direction of the
hotel and gardens returned, one by one, with the reply that Miss
Elizabeth Dalken failed to respond to their calls. Mr. Dalken tipped
each page as he reported to him, and then turned to his friends.
"There's nothing for it, but that I hunt her up myself, and permit you
to go on to the yacht alone. I'll come as soon as I locate my daughter."

Polly caught a sympathetic glance from Mrs. Courtney's eye in the
direction of the troubled host, then the guests accepted the inevitable
and left the man to seek Elizabeth in every niche and corner of the vast
resort.

As the group of guests from the White Crest got near to the wharf where
they had left the yacht, they were astonished to see the craft gone.
They looked at each other and then all around to reassure themselves
that they were not dreaming. A young colored night watchman on the dock
saw the wondering expressions on their faces and spoke up.

"You-all a-lookin' foh dat white yacht from Noo Yoork?"

"Yes, my boy; what can you tell us about it?" asked Mr. Ashby.

"Why, not much; onny, 'bout a nour ago, 'long comes a fine pert missy
wid a lot of swells, an' dey gits on bo'hd. Den de skippeh what was lef
to watch the boat, comes off a'fumin' mad, an' says he's goin' to see
'bout dat! I heah's him say somefin not werry nice to free er four dudes
lef' on deck, but dey laffs and waves a han', so off he goes threatenin'
to get the boss on de job to onct! Fust ting I knows, the yacht up and
sails away. I watches, 'cuz I got a stay on dis dock till mawnin' and
keep an eye on decency, an' sure 'nuff, dat boat goes dancing off down
coast. Lots of likker at a certain port dere, yuh see, and swells heah
takes a trip down ebery onct in a while."

"And you haven't seen a sign of the yacht since then?" demanded Mr.
Ashby, red hectic spots suddenly coming to his cheeks as symbols of his
ire at such high-handed treatment of his friend.

"Beggin' yur pawdon, suh, but I knows two of dem dudes, an' I doubts if
dey kin sail that yacht back straight to-night, if dey gets what dey
sets out foh gittin. F'om all I heah said, dey went foh jus' such a
time."

At this disturbing information, Mr. Ashby joined the negro for a moment
and at his advice, turned and said: "Fabian, I'm going back for Dalken,
but what had you-all better do meantime?" Mr. Ashby seemed anxious to
meet his friend before he should come to the dock and learn the news
from others.

"We will wait here for orders. The yacht may come in while you are gone,
and in that case we will try to straighten out matters, and see that
Elizabeth's friends get quickly out of the way of her father's righteous
indignation."

The moment Mr. Ashby left, Mrs. Courtney went over to the mulatto youth
and spoke in a low voice. He replied in a tone too low to be heard by
any one but the lady with him. Then she slipped him some money and
returned to her own party.

"I learned that no older woman was in the party with Elizabeth, but a
young divorcee and the several men who seemed past forty. I had judged
from Elizabeth's uncompromising attitude to us in our disregard to
little matters concerning dinner dress and social nothings, that she
would have been most strict and careful in such a delicate situation as
this which she has brought about."

Mr. Ashby had secured the names of the ports where those with enough
money might secure liquor in spite of the dry laws, and it was his plan
to hire the fastest car to be had and drive Dalken along the shore until
they found the yacht and the runaways.

In telling the story to his friend, Mr. Ashby purposely shielded
Elizabeth by making it appear that she was misled by her friends. But
Mr. Dalken was not to be hoodwinked. He was an experienced man of the
world, and he understood present-day flapperdom perfectly.

"Why take an automobile when we might get a launch and go on their
track? I'm sure the launch would prove best, and it may be possible to
find a large enough power launch to accommodate our party. Then we need
not return to this hateful place. We can ship back the society cads in
the launch and go on our way as planned." Mr. Dalken seemed to consider
the case with more coolness and sense than his friend had done.

"What about John and Anne and Tom? They expected to go ashore here,
after getting their bags. And how about the crew?"

"John and Anne and Tom can leave us at Miami as well as at Palm Beach.
As for the crew; the Captain's orders were for every man to be on hand
at the yacht at twelve. It is now past the time, and doubtless they will
be waiting on the dock," explained Mr. Dalken, having looked at his
watch and then slipped it back into his pocket.

As predicted, the crew were all at the dock, standing in small groups;
the Captain stood with Mr. Fabian, wondering what would be the outcome
of this escapade. Mr. Dalken seemed perfectly cool and self-possessed as
he called to the Captain.

"Get a craft at once--large enough to take us all. You understand,
Captain Blake, that price is nothing now!"

The same negro youth, who had been the informer in the first place, now
spoke up. "I knows whar you-all kin hire a fine big gaserline launch--my
boss rents it out ebery day. I kin sen' yuh dere."

Giving Captain Blake minute directions to find the boat which was not
far off, the negro gladly pocketed another windfall of money from the
owner of the White Crest.

In less than twenty minutes the launch came alongside the wharf and its
owner stepped out. "It's the quickest and safest boat in Florida. Many's
the trip I takes to Havana during the season."

Thus the weary party gladly got into the launch, and its owner started
on the way to seek for and find the White Crest.




CHAPTER VI--MR. DALKEN'S PATERNAL TRAINING


Conversing pleasantly, and smoking one cigar after another, Mr. Dalken
offered no cause for one to think he was boiling within, or that he was
contemplating a severe correction for his daughter Elizabeth. But Mr.
Ashby knew him so well that he would have felt more at ease had his
friend expressed a little impatience and annoyance at the unexpected
trick played by the girl.

The men in the party sat with the owner who drove the great launch
through the calm waters, but ever and anon he swerved suddenly to avoid,
as he said, reefs of coral hidden by the wavelets. He skirted the coast
because they needed to keep a watchful lookout for the yacht which might
have anchored at one of the many tiny inlets along the shore, where
bootleggers thrived during the great social season in the South.

The yacht's crew sat in the stern of the boat, but the ladies were
comfortably at rest in the small saloon. There was but one absorbing
thought and subject for them: what would be Elizabeth's punishment when
her father could judge her heedless act?

After stopping at several small ports, where it seemed likely they would
find the White Crest at anchor with other crafts from the winter
resorts, the owner of the launch remarked to Captain Blake:

"If they went to Satan's Kitchen, they must'a had some wise birds along.
Only the old hands dare go there and get their drinks. And the stuff is
rank pizen, at that! Nuthin' but liquid fire. Two or three young fools
got knocked out by taking this bootlegger's vile whiskey, and one feller
cashed in his checks."

The Captain made no reply, but it was not necessary.

"Satan's Kitchen is a coupla miles in an inlet what dips in from the
shore line at Delray. We won't be able to see the yacht from outside,
but that's whar we're bound to find the runaways, I'm thinking."

"All right--drive in and we'll soon know," ordered Mr. Dalken, taking
command for the first time since leaving Palm Beach.

Shortly after this the launch made a graceful curve and chugged
carefully through shallow waters until it came to the narrow inlet
mentioned by the captain of the boat. Having gone a very short distance
inside this inlet, those on deck soon saw the White Crest anchored near
a strip of glistening sandy beach. A rough pier of old planks ran out to
the deep water in order to accommodate those who wished to land. Here
the launch stopped.

"No, take us to the yacht. I wish to see my guests safely on board my
own boat, and the crew in their places. Then if the other party is still
on shore you may carry me back to this pier," commanded Mr. Dalken.

Without any confusion or other sound than the subdued chug of the engine
of the launch, the transfer of the party was made. Only the few sailors
who had been left on the yacht that evening were found on board, so Mr.
Dalken got back into the launch and was about to start for the pier when
Mrs. Courtney urged Mr. Ashby to go with him.

"You see, no one can tell what may happen in such a place as this
Satan's Kitchen. Dalky is cool now, but what may he be should he find
cause for chastising the men who dared to plan this runaway?"

Therefore, without asking his friend's consent, Mr. Ashby jumped back
into the launch and the boat started away. Those left on board the yacht
learned that the Captain had orders to start out at once, and wait about
half a mile off the shore. The launch would pick up the yacht there and
transfer the owner and his friend.

To the anxious group of friends on the yacht it seemed that a long time
had elapsed before they could hear the chugging of the returning launch,
but in reality it was hardly half an hour from the time that Mr. Dalken
and his friend Ashby had left the White Crest before they returned.
Elizabeth Dalken was with them, but not a sign of any one of her
companions on the recent excursion was to be seen.

Elizabeth, in moody silence, ran up the steps and went directly to her
room. Mr. Dalken paid the owner of the launch and said in a tone that
carried its own pointed meaning: "You comprehend that I am paying you
for the hire of this craft until noon to-morrow?"

[Illustration: ELIZABETH, IN MOODY SILENCE, RAN UP THE STEPS.]

"I get you, Boss," returned the man, bowing seriously. "Anyway, even if
you were not so generous in your pay, I have no likings for such
passengers who know better but act like sots."

"All right. Start back for Palm Beach. I'll follow in your wake." So
saying Mr. Dalken stepped aboard his own craft and waved the owner of
the launch to proceed northward on his return trip.

Mr. Ashby said not a word of explanation to the curious friends waiting
on deck, but Mr. Dalken spoke freely as if they were entitled to the
story.

"We found just about the sort of scene as I expected to see at that den.
Those men in the party, easily ten years my senior, only used the
hare-brained divorcee and the younger girls as a means to obtain their
end--that of running my yacht to the place where they knew they could get
all the vile liquor they craved. Once there, they never gave a thought
as to how their companions might fare. Hence I took my girl and left
them to work it out as they saw best. There is no trolley or other
transportation method of leaving the place, other than by boat or
automobile, and of the latter there was none to be hired. I may have
been a bit severe on the other young women in the party, but they should
have taken all favorable conditions into consideration before they
consented to run away with another man's valuable property, in order to
satisfy an abnormal curiosity about a notorious locality. I am thankful
to say that I have saved _my_ property from the scandal which would be
sure to follow on the heels of a scrape such as those men I saw at
Satan's Kitchen are certain to rouse at one of their orgies. Now,
however, it will be necessary for me to return to Palm Beach and prove
that my yacht and my friends were anchored at the wharf till morning,
and that Elizabeth and I were at the hotel at the dance."

Mr. Dalken excused himself after concluding his explanation, and went to
his daughter's room to escort her to the hotel.

The interested colored man who had given Mr. Dalken the valuable
information regarding the men who had taken possession of the White
Crest without the owner's consent or knowledge, now watched curiously as
Mr. Dalken and his daughter left the craft and walked in the direction
of the hotel.

The crowds were already thinning out on the ball-room floor, but enough
representatives of society still remained to dance to the last note of
the orchestra. As fortune had it, one of Mr. Dalken's well-known friends
and his family was present and saw the financier as soon as he stepped
upon the floor to dance with Elizabeth.

"There's Dalken and his daughter--remember we had him to dinner in
Washington when I first took my Seat?" whispered the gentleman to his
wife.

A reporter for a New York paper stood near and overheard the remark.
Instantly he made a note of it and drew nearer to his source of
information. He heard the Representative speak of the White Crest and
the cruise, and he decided to look up the yacht and its owner in the
morning.

Not a word was spoken between Mr. Dalken and his daughter after they
left the hotel and boarded the yacht. No one was in sight on deck and
the owner accompanied Elizabeth to her room and went in behind her. Then
he closed the door and turned to have a word with her.

He spoke tenderly at first, but she ignored him completely and refused
to answer his questions. Finally he said sternly: "Elizabeth, I wish you
to answer my questions in regard to this escapade."

"Well, I don't care if you do! I do not have to speak to you unless I
wish to!" snapped she.

"I am your father, and I represent your guardian in the law. I am
responsible, to a certain extent, for all your wrong-doings, hence I
demand that you tell me how you came to go to that vile den where I
found you with those despicable men."

Elizabeth stared defiantly at her father, then she remarked: "You may
demand, but I do not need to reply."

Mr. Dalken then tried to show her what a risk she had taken in going to
a place where a murder or other crime was apt to happen at any moment if
one of the habitues became too drunk to control himself.

Elizabeth narrowed her eyelids and looked at her father in a manner that
reminded him unpleasantly of her mother whenever she had been cornered
in a scandalous situation. Then the girl spoke drawlingly.

"You are such a fossil when it comes to social matters! Why, there isn't
a girl I know who would not give her head to have been in my shoes
to-night. But how can you know that two of those men are the finest
catches of the season. Henri Aspinwall is a multi-millionaire from South
America, and James Stickney is one from New York. I had both of them at
my feet this evening, and then you came to ruin my prospects of a
proposal!" Elizabeth actually wept tears of mortification at her
father's untimely appearance in Satan's Kitchen.

Mr. Dalken gasped in sheer unbelief. "Do you mean to say you _knew_
those two men? Did you know they were divorced by their wives for their
disreputable living?"

"How silly you are! Reputations are nothing in these liberal times,
because divorce is so convenient. Those two men have money and the most
charming personalities. That is why their wives can't live with
them--they are generally so shabby looking and are fiercely jealous of
the attentions paid their husbands by appreciative women. Naturally, men
like Henri or James are too popular for their fogy wives, hence the
divorces, you know!"

"Why, Elizabeth, you are positively shocking! I cannot believe you are
not yet twenty and my own child! Where have you acquired all this
nightmare of experience in such things?" Mr. Dalken's voice trembled
with emotion over the girl's short-comings.

"Really, father, one might think _you_ were a saint, from the way you
are trying to preach to me!" sneered Elizabeth.

"Far be it from me to pose as a saint, but at least I know I am a
clean-minded man, and I demand that my daughter act as a young lady
should, while she is in my charge," was Mr. Dalken's stern reply.

"I suppose you would invite me to model my behavior after such country
clods as Miss Brewster, or take for my example such flippant nobodies as
Eleanor Maynard from Chicago?" scorned Elizabeth, tossing her head.
"Why, I knew them both at school in New York, and I must say that not a
girl in society would deign to cast a glance at either of them now. They
are absolutely too impossible to stand on any rung of the social ladder,
and not even the commonest plane of society in New York would consider
them."

"I am ashamed to hear you say so. It goes to prove how low the social
standard has fallen. In fact, I may add, that the standard of a once
decent period must have been dragged through the mire, of late times, to
present such views as you entertain as its highest aspirations." Mr.
Dalken's words were cutting and Elizabeth resented them.

"Well, I am sorry to remind you, sir, that men who can shamelessly turn
their backs upon the obligations of a wife and daughter and go after
such women as you prefer to call your friends, are the very ones who
smirch society's fair standard and then stand up and denounce it as
having fallen."

Sheer astonishment and shocked soul of Mr. Dalken kept him silent after
Elizabeth concluded her statement. Finding he failed to reply, she added
sarcastically:

"If my dear mother but knew the type of woman she might have to call her
successor to such marital felicity as you deprived _her_ of when she
called herself Mrs. Dalken, she would not concern herself to save you
from such a degradation!"

Finally Mr. Dalken found his powers of speech. "What under the sun are
you driving at, you little vixen!"

Elizabeth tossed her head and laughed a harsh, cold laugh. "How innocent
we are, eh, Dad? To hear you _now_, and to see you with Mrs. Courtney
when others are about one would say you two were not enjoying the
tête-à-têtes she so wisely plans for you. But how can one expect
anything otherwise? You left mother in order to live your life of
selfish pleasure, and this woman turned her back on her husband and her
own country, because she could no longer appear in decent society in
London, and now it seems quite natural for you two to find mutual
consolation in the companionship of each other. Poor Mamma!"

As Elizabeth spoke, Mr. Dalken got upon his feet and stood with head
held high. The moment she had concluded, she glanced spitefully up at
him, but his expression cowed her for a moment. When he found his voice
he said coldly, but with dire meaning for the girl:

"You will see to it that your luggage is ready to leave this yacht in
the morning. You may return to New York to your 'poor mamma' as soon as
possible, and tell her that no further allowances are to be expected
from me, and henceforth no machinations from her will be allowed to be
tried on me. I shall call upon the law to defend me from future attacks,
both personally and in every other way. I will bid you good-morning,
Elizabeth, and I will look for you directly after breakfast." With that
Mr. Dalken left the girl alone.

"Well, thank heavens, he is gone!" grumbled Elizabeth to herself, as the
door closed upon her father's heels. Then she calmly removed her lovely
gown and threw it upon the floor and suddenly stamped upon it. Such a
squall of temper in one who, a moment before had seemed calm, was
surprising.

"The nasty wasp! How I hate her sweet smile and honeyed words. As if she
could fool me with her acting! Why, not a woman I know pretends to be so
gracious and altogether wonderful as that horrid Courtney!" But
Elizabeth failed to take into consideration that, when one lived in
earnest, no acting could seem as real as the genuine thing.

"Well, I shall be well rid of this Sunday-school group!" continued the
girl, as she sat down and pulled off her satin slippers and beautiful,
embroidered, silk stockings. "Once I get my things off the yacht and am
located in one of the nice suites at the Hotel, I shall lay my plans for
the conquest of James Stickney. Oh, won't mother squeal with joy when
she hears of my conquest! To be Mrs. Stickney and spend his money will
be worth all the dreadful days I have had to waste on board this boat!"

Thus, as she disrobed and prepared for bed, Elizabeth smiled even while
she planned her social campaign at Palm Beach during the time which
would elapse until she heard from her mother.

But Elizabeth never dreamed of the actual plan she would be compelled to
accept on the morrow. She had no idea that her father meant exactly what
he had said when he threatened never to contribute more to her
ease-loving support and the monthly bills which seemed beyond all reason
to him. Hitherto he had paid all accounts without a protest.

Had she dreamed that she was to be packed off for New York under the
chaperonage of Anne Brewster and her husband, with no opportunity to
send word to her friends at Palm Beach, and without a dollar in her
pocket with which to wire her mother of her ignominious treatment--such
it was in her estimation--she might have tried to escape that very night.

Not long after nine o'clock in the morning, therefore, Mr. Dalken was
asked to see the reporter and tell him such items of personal news as
would interest the readers of the New York daily. Contrary to precedent,
Mr. Dalken invited the man to breakfast with him while he told him a
long story. How he was taking this cruise with his intimate friends for
a rest and his health. How he had persuaded his daughter to accompany
them as far as Palm Beach, and how he danced with her even to the last
waltz at the hotel. Then he spoke regretfully of how she would have to
return to New York that day, as social interests could not spare her for
a continued cruise. "Oh, yes! Of course she will be accompanied on the
journey. Our very dear friends, Mr. and Mrs. Brewster, part owners in
Choko Gold Mines, you know, are also going North with their friend, Mr.
Latimer. I had all I could do to get these three friends to come as far
as Palm Beach with us. Now they and my daughter cannot give us another
day."

"The rumor got started in some strange way that a party of undesirable
guests at the hotel captured your yacht and daughter and sailed away to
Satan's Kitchen last night," ventured the reporter. "Did you know of the
escapade, or were they back before you found it out?"

"My dear fellow! Of what _are_ you speaking? I can prove conclusively
that we arrived at the hotel in time for dinner and that we remained
until the very last dance. Why, I met an old friend in the ball-room
just as I was about to leave. Members of my party left at different
times during the evening, but they are free to go and come as they
choose while we are on this cruise, you know."

Mr. Dalken was all guileless confidence with the reporter and that
worthy felt sure the report had been started as a bit of scandal in high
life. Then his host suddenly seemed to remember an item which might
explain such a sorry story.

"Perhaps that twisted version of the matter started because we had
planned to sail away after midnight, leaving the four in my party to go
back to New York to-day. But they all remained dancing to such an hour
that it seemed absurd for any one to pack their bags and leave the yacht
at that hour, so I advised all to sleep late and the yacht would wait
till at dawn as had been planned.

"You see, my friends heartily enjoyed the hospitality of your
magnificent hotels to such an extent that they are all fast asleep in
their rooms. I am the only early bird on deck this morning, but then I
only danced a _few_ dances with my daughter just before the orchestra
said good-night."

The reporters smiled politely and secured a few treasured items of
social interest regarding the dances Mr. Dalken preferred, and the hour
he left the ball-room with his friends, and anything else he might care
to tell them for publication.

He shook his head. "Nothing happens when one sails on a friendly little
voyage with choice companions--that is, anything of interest to society;
because no one in my party belongs to society and we never bother about
its concerns. But, my dear young men, I am now deeply concerned in
getting off on our cruise, and you must really excuse me from continued
conversation, unless you care to be carried to Havana with us."

The reporters, having secured all the information they were after,
obediently bid their host good-morning and left the yacht. Once they
were safely out of the way, Mr. Dalken had the chef serve breakfast on
deck for those who would get up and eat.

John and Anne Brewster, Tom Latimer and Polly, and Mrs. Courtney were
the only ones to respond to the call. The former three guests were
dressed for travel, and Polly was up in order to say a last goodby to
her family members and to Tom. Mrs. Courtney was an early riser no
matter what time she went to sleep and she now seemed as bright and
fresh as if she had had the usual quota of sleep instead of but four
hours at the dawning of the day.

Immediately after breakfast Mr. Dalken gave Anne a sealed letter and
said impressively: "Now remember, my dear Mrs. Brewster, to follow all
my instructions to the letter, whether Elizabeth wishes it or not. She
is still in my charge, even though I appoint you a deputy to guard her
till she is placed safely in her mother's care once more. I do not
anticipate any rebellion before she reaches New York, but she may decide
to bolt once she finds herself on familiar ground again. However, I made
it quite plain to her last night, that she is the arbiter of her own
future if she disobeys me in one least thing after being placed in your
care."

Thus Polly learned to her amazement that Elizabeth was destined to leave
the yacht and return in disgrace to her mother. But the news did not
cause any regret, rather did it make her rejoice that dear Dalky would
be freed from such a thorn in his side for the rest of the trip.

Mrs. Courtney maintained an inscrutable expression that defied Polly's
reading of her thoughts. Whether she had known of this plan to send
Elizabeth back to New York when Anne Brewster went, or whether the news
surprised her even as it had Polly, could not be said. But Polly met
Tom's eyes and saw a gleam of relief there.

The breakfast ended and a member of the crew who had been despatched on
shore to ascertain exactly when the Washington Express would leave, now
came on deck and saluted. He handed his employer a paper, and Mr. Dalken
turned to John and Tom.

"The car is waiting at the end of the pier. I'll get my daughter and
place her in your charge, then escort you all to the automobile."

Turning to the sailor, he added: "Jim, did the trunk get off all right?"

"Yes'sa, an' I expressed it, myself, straight through to Noo York, sa."

"Very good. Now wait at the foot of the steps till we come."

Mr. Dalken went away and Polly turned to Mrs. Courtney.

"Don't you think it will be more agreeable for Dalky if we are not here
when he comes back with Elizabeth?"

"Yes, Polly, I agree with you. We will say our goodbys now, friends, and
hurry away from here," replied Mrs. Courtney.

The farewells were not prolonged, therefore, and Tom found he was
short-circuited in his plans to have a lover's tête-à-tête with the girl
he adored so devotedly. John and Anne had their good hugs and kisses
from Polly, and then she turned quickly to Tom and extended her hand.

"Goodby, Tom, old friend. Take good care of Anne and see that she
doesn't worry herself to a frazzle over Elizabeth Dalken and her social
tricks." With a hasty shake of his hand, Tom found Polly was running
away to the rear end of the yacht where she could enter without coming
face to face with any one coming from the main door.

Mrs. Courtney had said her farewells and was following Polly when Mr.
Dalken came from the door which opened to the saloon. Elizabeth was
closely veiled and dressed in a plain tailormade suit. Without a spoken
word to any one she went directly to the stairs that led down to the
wharf. The other four adults followed her and soon all were seated in
the waiting limousine.

Polly could not help peeping out from her retreat at the back entrance
to the companionway, and when she saw the automobile drive away she
sighed with relief. "There go the two troubles of my life--one whom I
despise, and one whom I am not sure about adoring or hating!"

From this honest confession of Polly's it can be readily surmised that
she was not head over heels in love with Tom.

In less than half an hour's time Mr. Dalken came on board his yacht
again and immediately gave orders to sail. Even as the Captain obeyed
and placed the distance of a rod or so between the craft and the pier, a
sprinting reporter reached the wharf to take a snap-shot of the White
Crest.

Mr. Dalken watched him with grim satisfaction. He then murmured to
himself: "Well, that's all _you_ got out of your run!"

Later he remarked casually to Polly and Mrs. Courtney, when they
happened to be alone after luncheon: "Our friends just caught the
Express as it was about to pull out. The conductor saw us making for it
and he very obligingly held up the train a moment. Naturally, no one was
present to interview us about this hasty departure for the North, and
only one solitary reporter saw me returning in the car. He failed to
reach me in time!"

But their host did not add that he had used every influence possible to
insure the success of his plan: to reach the train at the very minute of
departure, and then see his daughter off before she could get in touch
with any friends at Palm Beach. The conductor exchanged a friendly but
knowing look with the financier as the four travelers boarded the train,
and Mr. Dalken stood watching it pull out.

"Well, children, now we're off on the second lap of our adventures,"
laughingly called Mr. Dalken, as he waited in vain for a remark to his
last statement. His happy tone then brought forth glad and eager
questionings as to Cuba, Hayti, and the other Isles of the West Indies.




CHAPTER VII--THE HAVANA RACE COURSE


As the yacht danced on its way to Havana, the voyagers began to take a
renewed interest in the cruise. At first the departure of four of the
party caused a dignified silence, particularly as Elizabeth Dalken's
going had been brought about by her recent disgrace and her father's
intense displeasure. It created rather an uncomfortable feeling when the
guests all went on deck that noon.

John Baxter and his chum decided that this atmosphere must be dispelled
immediately, hence they began their self-appointed task and soon had
every one merry and eager to forget the unpleasantness of the previous
night's experience.

Havana proved to be a great fund of excitement and fun for the young
members in the party; John Baxter had spent several weeks in that
hospitable city and knew just where to go and what to see, hence the day
was given to every kind of sightseeing. That evening Jack returned his
party to the yacht, and proposed another visit to the city on the
morrow. Mr. Dalken listened.

"They're going to have one of their famous horse races at the big course
to-morrow, Dalky, and I told your guests that it would be well worth
seeing. Even if they do not bet on the horses, they will enjoy seeing
the stunts the natives do in order to get in first. Let's tie up to this
wharf until to-morrow night, instead of going on our way to-night."

As the vote showed the majority were inclined to stop over for the
races, the Captain was notified that the yacht would not resume her trip
until the next evening.

That night, after dinner had been enjoyed on deck, Mr. Dalken proposed a
stroll through the "White Light Way" of Havana. This was received with
acclaim and in another moment the ladies were gone for their hats and
light evening wraps. Soon all were walking up the street leading from
the pier, and eagerly discussing the change in the looks of the city by
night.

Half the people they met were visitors from the States, and most of
those were from New York, or the large cities of the Atlantic coast
states. Everywhere on bill-boards, on walls of buildings, and up high on
the roofs of houses, the advertising of the morrow's horse racing was
posted. Now and then the men in the party were accosted and invited to
book their wagers for the races. But Mr. Dalkin shook his head and
advised John and Ray to refuse all offers to double and triple their
gains by booking that night.

After visiting many interesting places, the yacht-party entered a famous
cafe for supper. Dancing in all of its wildest and most sensuous forms
was demonstrated by Spanish beauties with little idea of propriety; the
very abandon of their poses and the flashing glances they sent the
American men in the visiting parties proved how faint were the ties that
held them to respectability.

"Shall we try a dance?" asked Jack Baxter of Polly. She glanced at Mrs.
Courtney with a questioning expression.

"Better not, Jack. These dancing girls and their Spanish cavaliers are
only too willing to pick an acquaintance with any one who appears to
have money. Dancing here might prepare the way for familiarity, for you
actually descend to their plane in taking the floor while they are on
it," advised Mrs. Courtney.

"That sounds a little far-fetched, Lady Fair, but I will abide by your
commands," laughed Jack, though he was keen to get out on the superb
floor and dance to the inspiring music.

Not five minutes later Mrs. Courtney had her quiet little revenge on
Jack for his light laugh at her advice.

Ray and Eleanor had not waited to hear Mrs. Courtney's hint about
dancing, and had enjoyed the waltz to the utmost till the orchestra
concluded the piece. An encore loudly continued induced the musicians to
resume the waltz. But a handsome Spaniard approached Eleanor who was
standing with Ray at one end of the hall, and bowing politely offered
his arm to finish the dance with her.

Eleanor flushed confusedly and Ray haughtily stared at the daring young
man, then turned on his heel and tried to escort Eleanor to her party
which was seated at one of the balcony tables. Polly, Jack, and Mrs.
Courtney were watching the episode, and Polly murmured: "Glad I wasn't
in Noll's shoes! I'd have spoken my mind to the fellow."

No sooner had Eleanor found her friends than Mrs. Courtney got up and
said: "Are we ready to return to the White Crest?"

And those who had witnessed the incident of Eleanor's experience with
the strange Cuban man instantly followed Mrs. Courtney's lead.

The next day proved to be one of almost unbearable tropical heat. The
tourists found it necessary to drive to the race-course in rickety old
carriages, because Jack had forgotten to engage automobiles for his
party and other American sportsmen had anticipated the demand and had
commandeered every form of auto to be found.

Mid merry jests and amused calls to each other, the girls managed to
finally dispose themselves in the worn-cushioned, shaky seats of the
century old victorias, and at last Jack decided they were ready to
start.

As these vehicles carry but few passengers at a time, it was necessary
for so large a party to have four carriages, one after the other, as in
a parade. The dark drivers grinned and displayed glistening white teeth
at the wind-fall which would come their way that day, in driving these
New Yorkers to the races.

The Dalken party was rattled along under long avenues of bamboo trees;
past crowds of native holiday makers dressed in all their gala finery,
who waved and shouted joyously at every passing vehicle; through banana
plantations where the road led over slight knolls, or down through woods
to ford a stream where the wheels of the laden carriages threatened to
sink to the hubs in sand; then up again and over a dusty road where the
heavy hoofs of the lazy horses caused choking clouds of dust to settle
upon the passengers crowded so uncomfortably in the small equipages.

Finally the leading carriage in which sat Jack and Polly, with Mrs.
Courtney as chaperone, reached a fenced in area where a number of
uniformed guards tried to keep peepers from securing their view of the
races for nothing. The darky driver knew exactly where to halt, and then
he held out his hand for his fee.

"You wait here where we can find you after the races," said Jack,
without a move to take any money from his pocket.

"Ah, no! You get drive here, me get money for it," retorted the driver.

"But I hired you for the entire afternoon! You have only fulfilled part
of the contract. When you deliver us at the wharf I pay in full,"
explained Jack.

Meanwhile Mr. Dalken had been having the same experience, but he paid
the fee without stopping to consider the reason for the untimely demand.
Finally, Jack's driver capitulated and resigned himself to the
inevitable, and his three passengers hurriedly joined the rest of their
party.

Jack came up just as Mr. Dalken counted out the last bill.

"Good gracious, Dalky! Don't tell me you paid him!" called Jack,
impatiently.

"The fellow was ready to call one of those ridiculous policemen over and
arrest me," explained Mr. Dalken.

"He'd have done nothing of the sort! Now you will have to walk back or
crowd in with us. That rascal will hang about here until after the races
end, then pick up the highest bidder for his rickety old chaise back to
the city. If he had been made to wait for his fee he would have been too
glad to take you back as agreed upon."

"Never mind, Dalky, you shall sit upon my knee!" laughed Eleanor,
teasingly.

"You may regret this kindly offer, Nolla, when the long dusty trip
begins," retorted Mr. Dalken.

But further argument on the situation was interrupted by a vendor of
cocoanut juice. Closely following this peddler came a bookmaker who had
been forbidden an entrance to the course. He was sent the way of the
vendor of drinks; and then came a gayly garbed black who invited the
party to win great stakes at a new game--but it was merely a decoy of the
three-card monte gamble.

Accompanied on both sides by barkers for refreshments, by touts, and by
every sort of vendor of anything salable, the Dalken party finally found
it possible to reach the entrance gate. Soon after passing through here,
the troublesome peddlers were left behind, but a new form of buzzard
came to annoy. These were the professional bookmakers and licensed
gamblers who hoped to turn a dishonest dollar their way.

In threading a trail to the Grand Stand, Jack led his party past family
groups that sat under the trees and picnicked gayly until the gong
should call all to the roped-off line that marked the course. The Grand
Stand, painted white and decked in many-hued flags of friendly nations,
was reached after many side-steppings and turns. Here the girls found
army officers, professional men from Havana, and a tableau of
fashionably dressed women with fans and parasols galore.

As the horses were paraded past the Grand Stand, and their gayly decked
black jockeys acknowledged the waving hands and applause of the ladies
to their favorites in the race, Polly turned to Eleanor and said: "Dear
me, I wish I could bet!"

"You can," returned Eleanor. "Let's call Jack and tell him."

Jack heard and grinned. "Which is your favorite, Poll?"

"See this one on the programme--his name is Will o' the Wisp. Such a
pretty name!"

"Hoh, but he is absolutely no good!" declared Jack. "He's only entered
because they need filling the list on that race. No one will bet on him.
The odds are ridiculous."

"I don't care what they say, I'm going to bet five dollars on him,"
asserted Polly.

"But, dear girl, have you seen the scrawny beast! Look out there and see
him shambling along after all the others," argued Jack.

Polly looked. Yes, she admitted that he was a sorry-looking steed for a
race, but still she insisted upon her choice. A man was found who
laughed scornfully as he took her bet--Polly would lose her five without
a doubt. But she shook her head and said knowingly:

"No, you will be the one to lose thirty-five dollars, I'm sure!" With a
sympathetic laugh the man went his way.

Eleanor's wager was almost as bad, because she chose her favorite on
account of appearances. The horse was beautiful, to be sure, but he had
no record and consequently no bidding in his favor.

False starts were repeatedly made, and the impatient jockeys had to come
back and begin again. Finally the judge really dropped the flag and they
were off!

Then were heard excited calls, shrill cries from anxious watchers, and,
as the horses circled the course, the tense urgings of men who had
staked all on a favorite, became more thrilling until the home lap came
in view. Then Jack's party were treated to a real Havana picture of a
race.

The jockeys in purple and gold, green and red, pink and violet, and
other combinations of colors, sat humped over their mounts and urged
them to the utmost. Every jockey, as he neared the Grand Stand, shouted
excitedly and switched his horse into greater effort. But all eyes
seemed glued to a miracle!

Will o' the Wisp, pitied and ridiculed at the start of the races,
carrying a faded-looking jockey who clung with his knees to the sides of
his horse but used no whip, had crept up to his leaders before half the
course had been covered. Gradually but surely he went on creeping up
until he came beside the last horse in the string. But he did not stop
there. He crept on until he had passed that horse and then left him at
the very tail of the line. One by one he came nose to nose with and then
passed all contestants in the race until he reached the leader of them
all. Just as easily as he had crept up and passed the others, so he came
on and passed the leader, and finally let himself out on the home run.

The mobs were breathless. Not a hurrah or cry of encouragement sounded
while Will O' the Wisp nosed ahead of the favorite in the lead, but when
he loped out ahead of them all and stretched his neck to widen the
distance between the favorite and himself, the excited crowds gave vent
to one long shrill yell of delight! That was a race worth seeing, no
matter how many dollars were lost on the books!

Polly seemed to be one of a very few who had wagered anything on Will o'
the Wisp, but her friends declared she must understand horseflesh better
than they to have so quickly picked the winner.

The bookmaker who had felt sorry for the misguided girl, now came over
to pay his loss, but he wore a far different expression than one he had
expected to wear. Polly accepted her winnings with a serious manner, but
once the bookmaker was out of hearing, she said, "I really cannot keep
this money because I think it is wrong to gamble on horses that way, so
I will donate it to the Havana Hospital when we get back to town."

As Jack had feared, when they came out of the Grand Stand and emerged
from the race-course, the jehu whom Mr. Dalken had paid off had found an
alluring fare to take home, and the three who had come out in that
vehicle found it necessary to accept the hospitality of their friends
and crowded into the already crowded surreys. However it made the ride
to the yacht all the merrier, and once the pier was reached the drivers
found it feasible to collect heavy toll for extra passengers they had
had to carry.

The tax was paid, but Jack said angrily: "I never did see such grafters
as they have in Havana. One can't lift an eye-lash without being made to
pay for it!"

That evening the Captain continued his course along the coast of Cuba.
The wonderful air, laden with sweet perfumes of the tropical plants that
caused the indented coastline to look like a fringed garment upon the
smooth silvery waters, made the tourists feel languid and only too
willing to loll upon deck and watch the swiftly passing panorama of the
island.

The Captain planned to pass between Cuba and Hayti, to reach the harbor
at Kingston, Jamaica, the next stopping place for the travelers. But the
younger members in the party clamored for a sight of Port au Prince and
its motley citizens.

"You'll find that Island anything but a desirable place to visit,"
objected Mr. Fabian, when he heard the plans.

"So Tom Latimer said, but we want to see the worshippers of the sacred
serpents," said Eleanor.

"You won't see anything of the sort," remonstrated Mr. Dalken. "They
keep all such performances secret from civilized people. About the only
thing you will find, however, is a city rich in vice and unhealthy with
filth. You'll see blacks and half-breeds mince along the streets dressed
in the very latest Parisian fashions, with the manners of western
outlaws, and the morals of a dive dweller."

"In other words, my girls, a place we cannot allow you to visit," was
Mrs. Courtney's conclusive remark. So that settled all hope of visiting
Hayti.

Long before the yacht reached Hayti, however, the younger members of the
party were anxious to reach Kingston, where Jack described such alluring
attractions. Little coaxing was necessary to persuade Mr. Dalken to
anchor at Kingston for a few days in order to give the tourists ample
time to visit all the places worth seeing.

Then, at last, the White Crest passed within a stone's throw of
Port-au-Prince, and leaving the Island of Hayti behind, made a straight
course for Jamaica.

Skirting along the low-lying, palm-treed shores of this beautiful isle,
the watching group on the yacht found it rather warm pastime on deck
with the tropical sun burning blisters on the hand-rails of the boat,
and reflecting in all its power the burning rays as they struck the
smooth, mirror-like sea.

Suddenly, without warning of any kind, a darkness fell and the sun
disappeared. Down came the rain in a regular deluge that sent everyone
pell mell into the saloon for shelter. The waterfall continued for about
ten minutes, then abated and suddenly, once more, the sun shone forth as
hot as ever.

Exercise was intolerable in this climate, and the guests on board the
White Crest found the only agreeable pastime to be a comfortable chair
on deck where one could watch the flying fish, the pretty little
nautilus gliding past, and the dolphin play and jump in the transparent
depths of the sea. At times a hungry shark would follow the boat,
looking for the garbage thrown out by the cook.

That night there was the last of the full moon, but what a different
moon from that as seen in New York! A few hours after sighting the
lighthouse on Morant Point, the watchers saw the first peaks of the Blue
Mountains. The yacht sped past sugar plantations, low-roofed,
silvery-white houses, glistening roads--glistening in the moonbeams--and
wonderful groves of cocoanut or banana palms whose tall fronds waved a
welcome to the girls.

Passing along six miles of the coral ridge one does not realize how near
is Kingston, hidden by the strip of reef, until, quite suddenly, you
discover the town. It is entirely hemmed in by its mountains, and on
only one side approached by the beautiful lagoon through the waters of
which the White Crest now danced to reach the mystical-looking place
situated about six miles away, at the end of the harbor.

That night the yacht made fast to a wooden quay where black-faced,
white-teethed men awaited the coming of the rich quarry. Not often did
they have such a fine craft come to Kingston, and each and every son of
the soil planned how to fleece the members of the party. But all were
doomed to disappointment for that night, as the time being almost
midnight, Mr. Dalken said no one would go ashore, until the morning.




CHAPTER VIII--LOST IN KINGSTON


Directly after breakfast the next morning, Mr. Dalken and his guests,
having first agreed to meet on the yacht that evening at seven for
dinner, made ready to start on a tour of inspection.

The girls in light summer dresses, had donned their wide-brimmed hats,
and taken sun-shades for protection from the sun; and the men had
dressed in white flannels and Panama hats, in order to keep as cool as
possible.

"One last word," advised Mr. Dalken, as Jack stood ready to lead his
party to the wharf. "Don't let those rascally hackmen get your money.
Better walk about, while the air is cool and fresh. Later we shall have
to remain on the verandah of the Spring Hotel to sip lemonade and fan
ourselves."

The friends laughed gayly and started off. The younger contingent of the
touring party went first, the elders following in a leisurely manner
while conversing with their host. Jack and Ray led the way across the
dock to the entrance which, to their chagrin, was blocked completely by
the hacks which they had been so recently warned against.

Jack looked in every direction for an opening. There were none. "Well,
girls, it's a case of taking the bull by the horns. I'll grab one of
these old nags by the head and lead him out; then you can follow through
the gap and land on the other side of this mob which is after our
money--that's what it is!"

No sooner said than done; hence Ray, not caring to be considered a
laggard in such a good work, followed suit and caught hold of the head
of a horse next the one taken by Jack. But the men who owned these
animals felt that they had a right in the matter. At the very moment
that Jack caught hold of the bit of the horse, the black driver lashed
the flank of his beast unmercifully, causing the horse to start and tear
across the open square in front of the quay. Naturally this unexpected
move dragged Jack from his feet, and in constant danger of being
trampled or kicked, he found it unwise to let go his hold.

The girls stood and screamed, but Ray let go his hold on the other horse
and dashed madly after his friend. He thought the horse was running
away, with Jack hanging to his head. By the time Polly collected her
wits enough to act, Jack was out of sight around the corner, and Ray was
sprinting after the equipage which had been lost in a cloud of yellow
dust.

"Here! Jump in and let's go after them!" ordered Eleanor, as she spied a
hack with a good looking horse in its shafts.

Polly sprang in and Eleanor followed, but before Ruth or Nancy could get
in, the driver slammed the door and off he went, in a whirl of dust.
Ruth and Nancy stood dumb and watched them go.

By this time Mr. Dalken and his friends came up. He looked around in
surprise. "Why! Where is Jack and the others?"

"Oh, Dalky!" cried Ruth, "Jack's been run away with and the two girls
have been kidnapped!"

"Impossible! In broad daylight?" exclaimed many voices.

Nancy tried to explain all that had happened in so short a time, then
Mr. Dalken laughed. "Exactly what I advised you against. If we had
landed last night every one would have been whipped into a separate
vehicle and carried off to a different hotel. These drivers are paid to
drag visitors to the various houses willy-nilly, and once the tourists
arrive, they are so frightened at their experience, they usually remain
where they have been left. But where did the man take Polly and
Eleanor?"

While he spoke, such a clamor and wrangling of drivers at the elbows of
each one in the group, drove Mr. Dalken distracted. Finally he turned
and held up a hand for silence. Little cared these black men for New
York authority or prestige. They all wanted a fare, and that was all.

"There's but one thing to do--each one of us get in a separate hack and
tell the man to drive you to the Spring Hotel. When you arrive there
tell him to wait for me--that I carry the purse. That will cool their
blood and have them ready for me when I arrive."

Mr. Fabian laughed, but it was the only solution to rid themselves of
being pulled to tatters by the myriad of besieging men. Quickly then Mr.
and Mrs. Fabian got in one cab, Mr. and Mrs. Ashby in another, Nancy and
Ruth with Mr. Dalken got in a third, and all started off.

As far as weather went, the day was beautiful and calm. But the old
rackety hacks went seesawing over the yellow road whence one could see
the blue edge of the sea far out beyond the coral reefs. White bits of
sail on distant little vessels made bright spots on the blue glassy
horizon. Finally, after a drive of not more than ten blocks, but a trip
which the wily drivers had stretched out into twenty blocks by going
round about the town, the first load of shaken-up passengers reached the
hotel verandah. The driver brought his horse to a sudden stop with a
wild hurrah and a flourish of the limp whip. Then he sprang to the
ground and demanded his money.

"You'll have to wait for the last man to arrive. He has the money,"
explained Mr. Fabian, as instructed.

Such a volley of expletives then poured from the man's mouth that Mrs.
Fabian covered her ears and ran for the hotel porch. But a diversion
occurred in having the second hack arrive and crash into the first one.
The Ashbys stepped out with shaking nerves and white faces.

"Oh, such a drive!" gasped Mrs. Ashby, but the driver interrupted her by
demanding his money.

He received the same reply as that given to the first driver. The second
man could curse even more fluently than the one who had sent Mrs. Fabian
scurrying away. But Mr. Ashby quietly took one step forward and caught
the whip from the darky's hand. Instantly he cowered and bobbed as if in
apology.

Then came Mr. Dalken's equipage, with Ruth and Nancy in mortal dread of
being killed before the man would stop his horse.

"Where is Jack and the other girls?" asked Mr. Dalken, looking around in
wonderment. He had fully expected to find them all there.

Before any one could reply, the wrangling over the fares began again.
Each driver claimed four times the usual fee, but Mr. Dalken understood
them, and when at last he had settled for the regular price of a dollar
a trip, they smiled politely and drove away.

"You see, in these isles, one must never pay the price demanded. The
native holds the highest regard and esteem for those who know the ropes
and stick to one price--generally it is four to five times less than that
asked. Remember this when you go shopping, ladies," said Mr. Dalken.

"But what will you do about Polly and Nolla--and the two lost boys?"
asked Ruth, anxiously.

"We will go over on the verandah and order long cool drinks of orangeade
and wait for them. They will come, all right, when the driver hears that
they wish to stop at this hotel," said Mr. Dalken.

"Aren't you a little worried?" asked Mrs. Courtney.

"No, not in Kingston. It would have been different in Havana or Hayti.
Here, every one is as honest as the drinks--and they are temperance and
pure. No synthetic orangeade for your money." The laughing tone and
reassuring manner of their host made his friends feel confident that
soon the lost members of their party would arrive with varied tales of
adventures.

Meanwhile young Baxter had managed to cause such a drag on the horse, to
which he clung like grim death, that the animal stopped on a side lane
where the blinding dust measured at least ten inches in depth. Natty
Jack, in his once immaculate white flannels and silk shirt, looked for
all the world as if he had been purposely caked with Jamaica dust an
inch thick. Even his hair and eyebrows stuck out in yellow thickness. As
the horse stopped Jack let go and sat down upon the ground with a heavy
sigh.

"Aigh, you-all pays me free dollahs!" demanded the driver.

The owner of the animal now stood over Jack and scowled fiercely. "Mebbe
dat hoss goin' to git heaves f'on all dis hawd wu'k. Mebbe you'se got'ta
pay foh my hoss, too!"

This was too much for poor Jack! He sprang up and there, in the
isolation of that Jamaica lane shadowed by over-hanging palms, he
started a regular fight with the driver. The astonished man, never
thinking of striking back, went flat upon his back in the same dust
where his victim had been seated a moment before.

Jack jumped into the front seat of the hack, whipped up the nag with the
same whip the driver had brandished over him just a minute previously,
and before the amazed fellow could think, his vehicle had passed out of
sight around a corner of the lane.

While this went on, Ray sprinted as swiftly as if he was running a
Marathon, but he was no match for the whipped horse which carried his
friend to only goodness knows where. But Ray could not keep up the pace
overlong, so he quietly subsided in front of a fruit stall and paid for
a reviving drink of green cocoanut milk, thereby earning himself a stool
upon which to sit and rest from the frightful strain in a tropical
temperature.

While he sat there slowly sipping the cooling beverage, the carriage
with Polly and Eleanor seated within drove past the fruit vendor's
booth. Ray was too exhausted to jump up and follow, but he decided that
the girls were on their way to the Spring Hotel. Hence he turned his
attention again to the drink.

The driver of the surrey in which the two girls had climbed, had no
intention of taking his fares to the well-known Spring Hotel, because he
was paid extra for every guest he could deposit at a small and
practically new boarding house of third-rate class. Naturally this
landlady found great difficulty in securing guests, and she found it
necessary to pay the hack drivers a commission for their collaboration.

Polly and Eleanor saw themselves whisked along mean streets lined on
both sides with a bungalow type of houses; these dwellings apparently
were filled to overflowing with people of varied shades of black and
brown, down to a pale yellow. Every now and then the driver of the
vehicle had to swerve out of the way for a tramcar track at street
crossings. At such crossings the girls saw the business street, down
which the cars had their tracks, busy with tourists and shop keepers who
called from their emporiums to attract attention to their wares on sale.

"For all the world like the East Side in New York, isn't it?" asked
Eleanor, as both girls gazed with interest at all they saw.

After driving his "fares" in and out of many byways, the hack man
brought his horse up before a shabby house of somewhat larger dimensions
than any bungalow the girls had yet seen. Here he opened the
broken-hinged door of his surrey and bowed to let them know they were to
step out and pay their bill.

Several indolent guests, who plainly showed their plane of life, sat
upon the rickety chairs on the narrow verandah which _hung_ desperately
to the front of the "Hotel." The landlady, a great bulk of light yellow
tint, came out to greet her new guests.

Polly glanced over the place in amazement, and Eleanor felt inclined to
double up in laughter. She had to cover her mouth with her hand in order
to choke back the wild shout of amusement that _would_ demand a vent.

"Why, what do you call this place?" demanded Polly of the driver,
frowning upon him in stern anger.

"Dis am de ho-tel you wants to come to," replied he.

"I told you to drive us to the Spring Hotel, and this never is _it_!"

"No'm, you'se says foh me to drive you-all affer dat man what cotched
hoi' of dat hoss's head. Well, dat hoss and man done runned away
somewhere, so I jus' brings you to the fust-class place I knows of,"
explained the driver.

Eleanor now screamed with laughter at the funny experience, and was
unable to help Polly in her cross-examination of the man.

"You get back in that seat and take us to the Spring Hotel, or I will
hand you over to the police!" threatened Polly, but she could not help
wondering if Kingston ever had a police force!

"Ef I has to take you-all another trip, it's goin' to cost more money,"
bargained the fellow, not knowing the nature of the girl he thought he
had at a disadvantage.

Polly leaned out from the door of the hack. "You get in that seat in
double-quick time or you'll find out where I came from! Did you ever
hear of Colorado people who know how to shoot a fly from a swinging
street lamp forty feet away? Well, that's me!" Polly's tone was that of
a hangman's, her expression similar to that of an Empress who is judging
a criminal, her sudden wave of the hand that of a western hold-up man.
The driver, never having had such a "fare" with which to deal, obeyed
like a whipped puppy. He climbed back into his seat and drove away midst
the jeers and hoots of the loafers on the hang-too verandah. Even the
landlady of the house jeered at him.

By this time Eleanor found herself able to gasp forth a cheer for Polly.
But Polly turned blazing eyes upon her friend and said: "A fine
assistant you will make in time of need!"

"Oh, Polly, what could you expect of me in such a ridiculous
predicament? You looked too surprised and shocked for anything!"

But Polly was really offended this time, and she would not reply to
Eleanor's attempts at making up. Not until the meek driver turned into
the beautiful avenue that brought them up in front of the Spring Hotel,
where all but Jack and Ray lounged in great comfortable wicker chairs
and sipped orangeade, did she forgive Eleanor.

Polly gave one glance at her friends and stiffened up. "Well! Is that
the way you-all trouble over the safety of Nolla and me? We might have
been offered up on the altar of the voodoo worshippers for all you
cared!"

"We knew you would be perfectly safe in this town--no such menace as
voodooism here," laughed Mr. Dalken, coming down the three steps to
welcome his charges.

"Two sov'ren's, please," now demanded the driver.

"Two what?" shouted Mr. Ashby, who had joined his friend.

With not so much bravado the hackman said: "I druv dese ladies all over
Kingston tryin' to keep up wid dere young man. Now I got'ta be paid foh
all dat trouble."

"Dalky, he never did! He took us way off to a dump of a house where he
tried to make us believe you would come to board. I actually had to
threaten to shoot him, as we do out west, before he would condescend to
bring us here," explained Polly, her color rising ominously as she
glared at the man.

"I'll pay you exactly what all fares are from the wharf to this
hotel--here's a dollar a fare, and that makes two dollars. Now begone
before this young sixshooter gets out a gun and wings your ear!" Mr.
Dalken tossed the man two dollars and waved him away.

The driver caught the money with one hand, caught hold of the iron rail
of the front seat with his other hand and swung himself up. In another
moment he was whipping his horse and whizzing off out of range of that
gun. He had never in his life delivered a fare who had such spirit as
that western girl expressed, and he began to ponder whether the life of
a hackman was the most delightful one now that women in the States had
suffrage and could carry guns!

A coal-black waiter brought more cooling drinks to the parched guests,
and when Polly had emptied a long thin glass filled with iced orangeade,
she felt better. Then she explained.

The interested audience laughed, but when she demanded: "What did you do
with Jack and Ray?" no one could reply.

"I'm here to answer for myself," came a weak, quavering voice from the
road. Every one jumped up and ran to the steps, and there stood poor
Jack, still coated with heavy dust and painfully clambering out of the
one-sided carriage.

Such a ludicrous picture did dandy Jack present to his friends that they
could not restrain a shout of laughter. He looked hurt but shook his
head hopelessly. "I knew what sort of friends I had!" he muttered as he
limped up the steps and dropped into a chair. As he fell into its
cushioned depths a choking cloud of dust rose from his form and floated
over the group that now surrounded him.

Before Jack had concluded his narrative Ray came up to the steps of the
hotel and joined his friends. With his appearance the others called for
an explanation of his clean-looking summer garb, his cool-looking face,
and the smile that told he had not had such disturbing experiences as
the other three wanderers in an unknown town.

"I saw a driver whisking Polly and Eleanor past my resting place, but
they went too fast for my speed." Ray laughed as he remembered again the
perplexed girls in that hack.

"Well, now that we are reunited, children, let us celebrate with another
flagon of orangeade," laughed Mr. Fabian, calling the waiter to take the
order.

As they all sipped another gallon of cooling drink, they planned what to
see after they had recovered from the strenuous trip from the quay to
the Hotel.

"You know, we won't be able to visit every point of interest in Jamaica,
but at least we shall see those which are most worth while," explained
Mr. Dalken. Then turning to Jack, he said, "You've been here before,
Jack--where do you advise us to take the party?"

"Well, every one ought to see the natives dive for coins--that's one of
the amusements offered here; but that can be done as we come from the
yacht to-morrow morning," said Jack. At this suggestion, Polly
interpolated:

"I hope to goodness you don't expect us to run the gauntlet of those
buggy drivers again, do you?"

And Eleanor said: "Why not camp out at this hotel as long as we are
here. I find it delightfully cool and restful here."

"At least we might stay here to-night, Dalky," added Ray.

"I'm willing. The Captain will understand if we do not return by ten
o'clock to-night."

It was therefore decided that the entire party would remain at the
Spring Hotel that night and, should they find the evening entertainment
alluring enough, they might remain another night.

"That means we ladies must get out and shop for requisites we will need
overnight," ventured Mrs. Fabian.

"I was wondering if it would not be wise to do some shopping this
afternoon," added Mrs. Ashby.

"We may as well do all the shopping we plan to do, as long as we are at
it," suggested Mrs. Courtney.

"Well, if you ladies are going to shop, what do you expect the male
members of the party to do to kill time?" asked Ray.

"Why, go along and pay the bills, to be sure!" laughed Mr. Ashby.

"What else do you think a married man can do?" added Mr. Fabian.

About this time the gong boy came out on the verandah and made such a
deafening din with the hammer and copper drum he carried that John
Baxter beckoned him over.

"What's the game now, Bo?" asked Jack.

"Lunsh'on, sah!" answered the young boy, pounding with might and main
that all should hear the call to midday luncheon. But he looked at the
dusty young man who questioned him, then showed his mighty disdain at
the awful clothes covered with Jamaica real estate, by curling his
nostrils and walking away from Jack.

Midst a merry peal of laughter at his expense, Jack got up and limped
into the hotel in order to secure a room with bath where he might
relieve his person of the undesirable weight of earth.

He had not been gone a minute ere a dusty, angry driver stumbled up the
steps and gazed wildly at the group where his "fare" had been seated.
Not seeing a man answering to the description, the man sought
everywhere--inside and outside, for the man who had taken the license of
using his horse and hack without permission, and left _him_, the owner,
to walk all the way to the Spring Hotel to recover his business assets.

During the time the furious driver sought him, Jack reclined in a
luxurious bath and managed to relieve himself and his hair of all the
clinging dust he had accumulated in that mad race through knee-deep dust
on the side-streets of Jamaica.

Mourning the loss of collecting the damages he had expected to claim
from the New Yorker, the hack driver had to leave in his recovered
surrey. But he made up his weak mind to find that young man when he
should reappear on the quay some day to leave the town.




CHAPTER IX--THE SIGHTS OF JAMAICA


The climate of this the largest of the islands of the West Indies, was
as perfect as climate can be. The heat was, of course, tropical; but
that was tempered by sea-breezes forever blowing from one direction or
another, and as the island is not too mountainous to obstruct these
breezes, one can always find relief from the warmth of the sunshine.

The streets, where the best shops are located, are a busy sight, indeed,
especially during tourists' season, when crowds of visitors are eagerly
selecting souvenirs for home-friends. These tradesmen consider a buyer,
who does not bargain for his purchase, a brainless creature to be
despised. In fact, one must offer the merchant just about one quarter of
the price asked first if he wishes to win esteem and admiration from the
native. Many times a buyer secures reverence if he turns and pretends to
walk out of the booth, and then pauses to listen to the beseeching
salesman to turn and take the desirable article at his own figure!

As the ladies in Mr. Dalken's party sauntered from one shop to another,
enjoying the unusual fun of driving hard bargains (as the proprietor of
the hotel had warned them to do) the men attended stalls where they
purchased native hats, curios, and walking sticks or umbrellas with odd
handles and of splendid workmanship.

They finally wound up in the market place, but it was too late in the
day to witness the thrill and thrall of marketing as is seen in the
early mornings. Mr. Dalken learned that on Saturdays the country people
foregathered in the great market to sell their produce and invest the
returns in their own needs. The man added with a smile at the ladies:

"If you visit here on Sata'day, better wear a big bunch of strong
scented flowers directly under your nose. The smells of the crowded
stalls and the decaying fruit or vegetables, to say nothing of fowl and
fish spread out on boards in the heat to attract the buyers but the
flies as well, will not be the pleasantest scent to get."

"I should say it will be as well to keep away from such a powerful
combined odor, eh?" was Mr. Dalken's smiling answer.

"But the sight is well worth the insult to the other sense," retorted
the man who had a sense of humor as well as wit.

"Thank you for the suggestions. If we are still in the town we will call
again," returned Mr. Dalken, lifting his hat and turning to leave the
market place.

That afternoon the tourists returned to the hotel laden with purchases.
Not only were the ladies almost bankrupt from spending money on
hand-embroidered undergarments and basketwork ornaments, but they also
had been lured into buying savage designs of jewelry and art objects.
The men bought ebony paper cutters, desk outfits, wonderful whips made
from lace-bark, and even fishing-rods made of bamboo, with marvelous
handles mounted on a shark's backbone. Some of the rods had handles of
sandalwood, and were genuine curios in carvings.

At dinner that evening the hotel manager came over to Mr. Dalken's table
and introduced himself.

"I wish to invite you to a reception given this evening at Government
House. My guests are always welcome at these entertainments; there you
will meet our Jamaican society."

Mr. Dalken thanked the host and said: "I am sure we appreciate your
hospitable invitation. If the ladies wish to go we shall enjoy the
reception."

Naturally the ladies voted to go, and this necessitated a return trip to
the yacht in order to dress for the evening. They had heard how
particular were the aspirants to social favor, as regards the demands of
proper dress at all functions. Therefore Mr. Dalken chartered a car and
soon had his guests back at the quay and on board his yacht where they
hurriedly arrayed themselves in evening clothes.

At the reception that evening the Americans found a mixed society.
Military, civic officialdom, and those who could be classed with the
Dalken group. Dress was a very important item in this gathering, and
every lady present, be she pure white, milk-white (which really showed
she was an octoroon) or yellow, flaunted the most gorgeous gowns. Many
dresses could claim Parisian birth, and others came from the best Fifth
Avenue shops in New York City. The females in the yacht party now saw
the very latest ideas in style, and they were honestly amazed at such a
revelation. Later they heard that style and display of their clothes
constituted the main interest in life for the Kingston society ladies.

Dancing is the favorite amusement of the Jamaicans, and they take
advantage of every opportunity to dance, morning, noon, or night. Hence
a reception of such importance as one at Government House provides a
great opportunity for dancing. The younger members in Mr. Dalken's party
found all the dancing they could stand at that time. Even the elder
members were lured into dancing several seductive waltzes that evening,
and Polly saw for the first time what a graceful and admirable pair Mrs.
Courtney and Mr. Dalken made as dancing partners.

While they waited for the automobile which had been engaged for the
evening, Polly whispered to Eleanor: "Haven't you noticed how Dalky has
bloomed since that blight of Elizabeth has been removed?"

"Yes, indeed! And I'm glad of it. Her reckless running away with those
horrid persons that night really turned out to be the very best thing
for our Dalky in the end. Now he can enjoy himself to his heart's
content without being spied upon," said Eleanor.

The ladies were now crowded into the automobile, while the men went to
the tram to ride as far as it carried them in the direction of the
Spring Hotel. The air was cool and refreshing during the night, and the
dancing had not caused any one to feel too tired or languid, as might
have been expected in such a climate.

A good sleep at night and a refreshing bath with a fine breakfast in the
morning, brought forth eager and energetic tourists in Mr. Dalken's
party that next morning.

"Well, what is on the bill for to-day?" demanded Jack, eagerly.

"You sound as if you knew of something," countered Polly.

"I do. I heard of it last night from one of the officers in the Army. Do
you want to hear it?"

Of course they wanted to hear it. But it was far different than anything
they expected to hear.

"There is a trial in the Court House this morning at ten, of a young man
who helped himself to a stick of sweets on sale by a street peddler, of
which class Kingston is full and overflowing. The lieutenant is called
upon as a witness of the theft, and the brown policeman who caught the
fellow red-handed, is going to make the most of his claim to promotion
on the force. I hear it will be as good as any vaudeville show in the
city," explained Jack.

"It seems a pity to waste a fine morning in an ill-smelling courtroom,
when there are so many other interesting things to do," argued Mr.
Fabian, whose artistic instincts rebelled against a court scene as an
amusement.

"Oh, I'd love to witness such a scene," declared Eleanor, glancing at
her girl-friends to see what they thought about it.

"Supposing you folks--all who wish to--go on a drive all about the
country, while we youngsters attend court," ventured Ray.

"If I thought we could trust the girls to you two scapegraces in such a
place as a Kingston Court House, I'd accept the suggestion," returned
Mr. Dalken.

"I'll go with the girls to the court, and you all can go for a
sight-seeing trip," offered Mrs. Courtney.

"Would you really care to sit out a court trial?" asked Mrs. Fabian,
sympathetically for her friend.

"I think I'd prefer to be amused this morning instead of sight-seeing
around the country," answered Mrs. Courtney.

So it was hastily decided that the young people, chaperoned by Mrs.
Courtney, were to attend court, while Mr. Dalken took his friends on a
tram ride out into the open country of Jamaica.

Jack acted as official pilot of the contingent for the court house; as
they came near the entrance door they found a crowd of all sorts of
people waiting to see justice administered.

Inside, the good-looking young lieutenant was introduced to Jack's
party, and then he found seats in a desirable row where every incident
could be seen, yet they would not be elbowed by the motley gathering.

The court room was nothing more than a large room with a raised platform
at one end. Rude wooden benches were placed in rows for the
accommodation of the audience and those who would have to report when
their names were called from the roll in the clerk's hands.

Upon the platform was the judge. He sat in an old swivel chair behind a
table, and every now or then he leaned back in weary listlessness, but
just as surely as he tilted back a bit too far, the treacherous pivot
would squeak and the chair went back, being kept from over-turning by
the clutch in the swivel. At these tilts the judge would throw out both
arms and yank his body upright in order to regain his equilibrium. A
deep-seated grunt announced the success of his attempts at balancing,
and the trial would proceed as before the interruption. The spectators
in the room dared not smile, nor even seem to be interested in the
result of the tip of the magistrate's chair, but each one maintained a
serious expression as if life and limb depended upon their dignified
attention to the witness on the stand. With the advent of Eleanor to the
court room all this was to be reversed.

Jack whispered to the girls: "Is this bench all right for you to see the
show?"

Instantly the judge ceased playing with his heavy-rimmed horn spectacles
and sat upright. He glared over at the newcomers, but finding that they
paid no attention to him he thumped the top of the table with a mallet:
"Order in the Court!" shouted he.

The girls were seated now, and Ruth looked up with awe at the man who
had just spoken. Nancy glanced around the room and wrinkled her dainty
nose at the crowding of whites, yellows, and blacks in one small area.
Polly watched the severe judge, but Eleanor was all eyes for the witness
on the platform. Jack and Ray stood back of the bench upon which sat the
girls, and watched for the fun they had been promised.

The ancient clerk, a picturesque form, now got upon his feet and read
from a legal paper the name and crime of one Al Colman. Down in front of
the platform sat a black giant. Fittingly his name was "Colman." But he
was not experienced in court manners so he did not answer to the call of
his name.

The judge toyed impatiently with the mallet of authority, but he would
not so far demean himself as to bring the prisoner to understand his
lesson. Rather, he glared at the Clerk, who was a yellow-white, and
demanded of him:

"Got the prisoner in the Court?" he could plainly see the nervous Al
just in front of his table, but that was not justice as he weighed it
out to menials.

The Clerk lowered the paper, stared over his specs at Al, and called
impatiently: "Why don' you answer when I calls yoh name, Al?" The
Americans smiled at the first bit of play.

"D'ye want me to?" demanded Al Colman, wriggling uneasily. He was a
ragged, ignorant black, who looked too stupid to steal.

"Shore! Got a lawyer t' defen' yuh?" demanded the Clerk.

"How come yuh ast me dat? Yuh knows I ain't got nuff money to git me a
moufful to eat?" retorted Al. Eleanor laughed and the judge thumped the
table furiously and bawled out:

"Order in this Court!"

"Step up to the chair, Al, and be examined," advised the Clerk.

Poor Al, getting up from his bench as if it was to be the last act on
earth for him, crept up to the platform and shook as he lifted imploring
eyes to the severe magistrate above him. This tickled the egotism of the
judge mightily and he frowned down upon the trembling prisoner.

"Step up and answer all questions truthfully!" commanded he.

Al obeyed and after he had taken the oath to speak the "truf, the hull
truf, an' nuttin' but de truf," the lawyer for the plaintiff began his
story.

"'N it please yuh honor, yistiddy whiles I was lookin' over important
papers, I hears a hue an' cry outside my office window, so I jumps up
and looks. Down th' street went dis niggeh an' a affer him went a lady
of color what sells sweets on the street--she got a genuwine license from
you, yuh honor," the man interrupted himself, suddenly remembering how
important such an item would be in influencing justice.

The magistrate bowed with dignity, and the plaintiff continued: "Dis Al
Colman held a stick of sweets an' was beatin' it foh de open when I
steps out and interviews de hull thing. It is a plain case of larceny,
yuh honor, an' my client claims damages an' costs. I have an important
witness to testify to de truf of dis situation, yuh honor."

The judge glared at poor Al and the self-styled lawyer beckoned to
Lieutenant Bray to step up. But Jack had already whispered to Bray to go
easy on the poor black man, and call on his friends if he needed any
help in dragging Al out of the ditch.

The lawyer next asked Al all sorts of questions, in order to catch him
lying or attempting to get out of the claim of theft.

"Whar yuh reside, Al?" demanded the lawyer.

"Anywhar I finds a welcome," murmured Al, his eyes fixed upon the
splendor of the officer's uniform as he came up to offer his testimony
in the case.

"And what yuh works at, Al?" demanded the questioner suavely, satisfied
with the reply to his first question.

"Now yuh know I does any odd job I kin git," said Al.

"How come yuh helped yuh-self to dem sweets, Al?" was the next question.

Suddenly a voice behind Polly interrupted the proceedings: "I object to
that question until you have proved that the man took them!"

Every head turned to the owner of the new voice. The girls and Jack and
Ray started in surprise to find Mr. Dalken had entered unseen and was
watching this unusual trial.

"Order in this Court!" thundered the judge. Then to the sheriff, he
said: "Eject that man who interrupts the proceeding of the Law."

But Mr. Dalken now stepped down to the front and said: "I am the legal
representative for this Al Colman. I object to the irregular questions
asked of my client."

Al Colman's jaw dropped and his whole body slumped in the rickety chair.
The judge was so startled that he brought the swivel chair to an upright
position with such suddenness that the clutch broke and dropped out, but
he never knew it. He stared at the new lawyer and scowled his unwelcome.

"Who are you and why didn't you step up aforetime?"

"I just managed to reach the Court, your Honor, and now I offer my
services to this undefended man on trial for stealing sweets." Mr.
Dalken's manner was sugary and Jack hugged himself. He anticipated great
fun with the renowned New York lawyer taking a part. Even the lieutenant
smiled with delight at the turn in events. Only Al seemed overwhelmed
and depressed by the aspect his case was taking.

The old woman who sold sweets on the street lifted bleary eyes to her
lawyer and grumbled: "I's is losin' all de mawnin' trade wid dis foolin'
bout dat stick of sugar cane! Lem'me go!"

"Order in the Court!" thundered the judge, banging the table. He _could_
let out his spleen on the table and it could not object.

The case first advanced a step, then receded a step, until Mr. Dalken
brought his legal experience to bear on his colleague's legal
understanding. Thus matters drifted and were halted over and over, when
a suspicious sound from the magistrate in the broken swivel chair
announced that he was snoring, while the two lawyers wrangled in front
of his platform. Al Colman sat in stupefied wonderment at all he heard
but he was not sure whether they were going to send him to the chair, or
to jail for life. Every one in the room was tittering at the
discomfiture of the lawyer for the old street peddler, when a new phase
occurred.

"Now, see heah, all yuh fo'kses! I done gone lost a stick of sugar
yistiddy, but I lose all my pence o' trade to-day cuz, of bein' hauled
in heah agin my will. I ain't got no cause nohow to git Al Colman inter
jail, an' _I'se_ discharge dis case!" As she rendered judgment in a
hoarse voice which was familiar on the street as coming from a
full-lung-powered huckster, she turned to leave the room.

Whether the sound of a woman usurping his rights of judgment, or whether
the laughter of the crowd in the court room aroused him, cannot be
determined, but the judge suddenly let go his balance in the chair in
order to get up and demand order. The swivel instantly pivoted, and the
clutch being gone, back went the chair, tossing His Honor upon his head
behind the table.

[Illustration: BACK WENT THE CHAIR, TOSSING THE JUDGE UPON HIS HEAD.]

Then followed such an uproar that Al made a quick escape without being
seen. Out of the side door went he, and away to the open country he
fled, as if the hounds of justice were upon his heels. The Clerk of the
Court and the Sheriff hastened to assist their superior to an upright
position, and he showed his gratitude by getting hold of the mallet and
almost cracking the table in his efforts to bring about order in that
Court, while he glared at his deputies.

Then scowling fiercely upon the two lawyers who had been the cause of
his nap, he thundered: "The case is dismissed! No cause."

The spectators laughed and jeered, and the two legal representatives
shook hands and departed. Once outside, Jack and the lieutenant met
again, and the former said to the latter: "The whole thing looked as if
it had been staged for our benefit."

And the army officer replied: "That's a typical scene of a trial for
petty larceny. There is no more apparent justice in the entire
proceedings than you would find in having your hen-coop robbed and then
have the man come and ask you to give him the side trimmings to his
chicken dinner."

Mr. Dalken now came up and was introduced to the officer. "Did the poor
rascal really steal the sugar-stick?" asked he.

"I don't think so, sir. But a lawyer with no cases on hand has to trump
up something to advertise himself. He may have paid the old peddler a
little sum to attend the court and demand a bit of justice. He may even
have paid Al to permit himself to be tried for stealing, provided Al
made the lawyer promise to get him scot free at the last."

"Well, well! That scene was certainly well worth the time it took to
witness it!" added Mr. Dalken, as they all moved away to the tram-cars.

Later that morning Polly said: "I haven't a very high opinion of
Kingston justice!"

"I should say not!" exclaimed Eleanor in high contempt.

"If they bungle such little cases so badly, what must they do when a
really serious crime is committed?" wondered Nancy.

"I suppose they call in New York lawyers for such cases," laughed Polly,
winking at Mr. Dalken who stood with his back to the girls. But he
turned at this and retorted:

"They never have really serious cases in Jamaica. I find from the
records that Jamaicans are truly a law-abiding people who seldom commit
a crime which necessitates such condemnation as we in New York have to
administer."




CHAPTER X--SPORTS AT JAMAICA


That afternoon after luncheon Mr. Dalken proposed a trip to Spanish
Town. He suggested the yacht for the conveyance and an anchorage at the
quay over night in order to allow themselves a full day at that
beautiful settlement. As nothing more exciting had been heard of, the
younger members of the party agreed to the plan.

Late in the afternoon, therefore, the White Crest dropped anchor at that
part of the Rio Cobra River where Spanish Town is located. The tourists
remained on board the yacht that night, but in the early morning they
started to go ashore in the two small launches belonging to the yacht.

As the boats neared the quay, the eager, waiting urchins on the wharf
stood ready to dive in the waters for the coin they expected from the
white visitors. Nor were they disappointed.

The passengers in both small boats tossed coins out for the gamins to go
after, and there, without fear or thought of the ever-present shark, the
diving boys would go down in the waters to the bottom, but more often
they would catch the coin even before it had time to reach the sandy
bottom of the water. It was a most amazing thing to watch the speed and
alertness of these children who seemed automatic in their instantaneous
dive the moment the hand let go the coin.

In several instances the boys caught the coin in their hands just as it
splashed into the surface of the water. When the girls had tired of
watching this performance, the sailors were told to move on to land.

The hotel accommodations at Spanish Town were not to be compared to the
Spring Hotel at Kingston; but they would have the yacht to use if
matters were too, uncomfortable at the hotel in Spanish Town.

Soon after landing at Spanish Town the men heard of the excellent
fishing to be had in the Rio Cobra River, hence they hoped to try a
catch that day. But the ladies had also heard of the beauty of Bog Walk,
and they clamored to go with the men. That necessitated a string of
punts and men to pole, but expense was no drawback on this excursion.
Moreover, Jamaican blacks work for a mere nothing in comparison with New
York laborers.

Down the shores of the Rio Cobra went the flat punts and then drifted
along the famous Bog Walk, the passengers listening to the songs of the
tropical birds, and watching the verdure clad shores--clad in palms, tall
cane, or heavy bamboo clumps. Both banks were carpeted with perfumed and
gaudy flowers, and the breeze stirred lazily through the reeds and
grasses along the edge of the water where one could see the clumsy
tortoise, or swift water-rats moving about.

As she sat in the bow of one of the punts Polly called the attention of
Eleanor to a great bulky tortoise. "Isn't he ugly? Would you believe
that such beautiful things as our tortoise-shell toilet articles could
ever come from that filthy back?"

"It looks like a scum-covered bit of wreckage from the sea!" declared
Eleanor.

"There goes one,--swimming down the stream!" called Nancy.

The girls looked and sure enough! A mud-covered projection floated past
while the weeds which grow from the crevices in the back of the shell,
trailed behind him like dank strips of string.

The men in the other punts saw the tortoise and this brought forth a
suggestion that they enjoy a day's turtle fishing while they tarried at
Jamaica. Nothing loth, Jack urged Mr. Dalken to accept the offer.

Hunting the turtle is a varied sport, according to the energy and
sportsmanship of the hunter. The easiest way is that pursued by men who
wish to use the least power and run the least risk of danger to
themselves. These men catch the female just after she has deposited her
eggs on a muddy river bank. They turn her over on her back and render
her helpless until they come to drag her to the pens where they keep
them until exported.

Other hunters spear the turtles in the open sea, and this is really the
most daring of the hunt, as often a turtle will suddenly make a swift
run to the open sea and drag a harpoon in its track.

But the method mostly followed is that of snaring the creatures in nets
when they rise to the surface for breath. The men of Jamaica are
experienced turtle hunters, and they follow the net method.

Early at dawn, the following morning, the Captain called Mr. Dalken and
said the turtle fishermen were alongside waiting for them to go out to
fish. No need of calling twice! Jack Baxter and Ray jumped into old
clothes and in an incredibly short time were on deck, the three elder
men in the party soon followed, and then the natives made room for their
employees. But the Captain had taken orders from Mr. Dalken to slowly
follow in the wake of the boats, in order to give the ladies an
opportunity to watch the hunting.

Breakfast was quite neglected that morning because the girls were
engaged in watching the sport. From the vantage point of the higher
elevation on the yacht they could watch all without any trouble
whatever.

There seemed to be quite a fleet of boats, all of which were built by
the natives. The turtle nets were woven of the leaves of the
thatch-palm. The leaf is denuded and the membrane thus left is twisted
into almost unbreakable fibrous cords. When dried, this mesh would have
held the most powerful fish caught in its net.

There was intense excitement when one of the men in a boat sighted a
deep-sea turtle. Then the others all followed carefully the directions
of the leader in his boat. They came up to the quarry in a semi-circle,
dragging the great net as they approached in shallow water.

Suddenly the watchers on the yacht saw the heavy net cast and
immediately a desperate thrashing and flopping of about three hundred
pounds of turtle began. The water was lashed to a foam and one boat was
completely capsized by a fin that struck its side.

Finally the men manipulated the net in such a way that the great turtle
was turned over upon his back; then the flapping of fins, each stronger
than a flail, accompanied by the uncanny sort of moaning from the
reptile, caused vague sympathy from the watchers on the yacht.

The great creature was dragged in the net by the last boat in the line,
and after strenuous effort was left in the deep-sea pool off the quay. A
quantity of turtle grass was left for the reptile to feed upon, and the
sport for that time was over--all but the paying off of the natives who
had staged the play.

These same natives had induced Mr. Dalken and his friends to consider a
day's hunting in the alligator swamps just off the Rio Cobra River. The
ladies could not possibly take part in this dangerous sport--not so
dangerous from the jaws of the alligators as from the dreaded miasma
which is continually rising from the hotbeds of typhoid-malarial scums.

All the warnings and beseechings, to say nothing of the threats, from
the wives of two of the men proved to be of any avail. They were
determined to go!

When it was found that all prayers left the male contingent of the
yachting party as hard as flint toward any proposition of giving up the
alligator shooting, the ladies suddenly reversed their opinions and did
all possible to hasten the men from the yacht.

"They have some trick up their sleeves," remarked Mr. Ashby smilingly,
to his companions.

"You don't think they plan to accompany us in the yacht, do you?"
questioned Mr. Dalken, anxiously. "It would be a great hazard for them."

"No, not that; but there is no use in asking them what is their plan
because they would come back with the counter proposition for us to
remain here and find out."

Hence the men in their oldest clothes with rubber boots to their hips
left the yacht. The slimy marshes they would have to wade through would
necessitate the discard of any clothing after the hunt ended.

The alligator of the West Indies is half-brother to the crocodile of
Africa, though he is not as large as the latter; still, he is large
enough to mutilate a man and quickly kill him. Hence the sport is
fraught with some danger as well as unpleasant experiences from insects
and the malarial localities.

The natives called at the yacht in a large open boat something after the
pattern of a northern whaler. Having approved of the attire of the
yachtsmen, the guide started the craft for the swamps. At the mouth of
the Rio Cobra lay a flat stretch of mud-colored sand with every now and
then a patch of bushes, scrub-trees and coarse grass.

"I suppose the reptiles sleep in those watery places, which one can see
glistening through the swamp growth," suggested Mr. Dalken.

The guide of the party nodded and pointed at what seemed afar to be a
floating log. The Americans looked intently and found the log had
half-closed eyes but an open mouth--open to catch any wandering tidbit
which might be attracted to venture to that gate of sure death.

"If only we were over there now--we'd bag our first 'gator, eh?" said
Jack, anxiously.

"No, no, not him! He gone too queeck," replied the guide.

The boat was anchored and the men climbed out into water which reached
to their waists. Then the guide started out to divide the party into
units. He led the two young men as he must have thought they needed more
careful supervision than the older and more reserved men in the group.

"Good gracious! Every known pest of an insect must find its home in this
swamp!" exclaimed Ray, as he kept busily whipping away gnats, midges,
mosquitoes, and a myriad of other stinging bugs.

"Gee! Can't say I care for this stench of rotting wood and decayed
vegetation," laughed Jack, wrinkling his nostrils to keep out the odor.

Passing through evil-looking stretches of scum, over rotting stumps,
disturbing nests of plagues, and causing swarms of stinging insects to
cover their hands and faces, the two young men finally reached a spot
where the guide suddenly halted.

"Looka-dere!" he whispered, pointing to an up-thrust of green filth and
scum.

Jack and Ray stared for a moment in sheer unbelief, then they aimed,
shot, and at the same instant the sickening mass sunk, and all the
hunters could see was a cleavage of the surrounding slime.

"Too late!" sighed the guide: "Him hear me talk."

The three resumed their difficult progress farther into the swamp, and
then without notice Jack lifted his rifle, aimed, and an explosion
echoed throughout the place. A great shower of chips and bark rewarded
this exploit, and the guide laughed good-naturedly.

"Him sure dead log!" remarked he to Jack's discomfiture.

Finally they halted again and the guide silently pointed to a smaller
heap of scum quite close to what looked like a great tree-trunk fallen
over into the water. Both boys aimed and shot at what they believed to
be a small alligator, and then to their great amazement the _huge_ log
scuttled away, while the small child of the immense mother followed in
her wake leaving a streak of crimson in the stream to tell the hunters
they had missed killing him.

"We go in here, sit down and watch. Mebbe big 'gator come by." Thus
saying the guide started for a screened spot in the marsh and posted his
followers upon a log which gave them a good view of the surrounding
area. He sat upon the lower end of the tree.

Jack looked carefully around, and Ray watched a spot that made him think
a submerged alligator might rise up and offer him a good target. Jack
spied a vast depression in the mud bank near his right hand, and the
guide nodded.

At the moment of Jack's distraction and the guide's nod, Ray pulled the
trigger of his gun and the shot found a true result of that aim. A tiny
alligator came to the surface, half-turned over in the coating of green,
and gasped. At the same time a maddened splashing came through the green
marsh-grass near the dying infant 'gator, and soon an enormous head with
snapping jaws thrust itself from the water.

The half-crazed mother used her snout to tenderly go over the quivering
body of her child, and when she found it had breathed its last she
lifted the mud-crusted head and gazed balefully around.

"Queeck! Queeck--shoot!" commanded the guide, taking swift aim and firing
a load at the reptile. But his shot missed because the alligator was
thrashing too wildly across the water and making for the hunters.

Not ten yards separated the three men who were doomed if they did not
climb out of the reach of those sinister jaws with their double rows of
long white teeth. Her eyes showed what the alligator meant to do to the
murderers of her child, and the very twisting and lightning-like advance
of the huge thing sent a shiver of dread along the spines of the two
young hunters.

Again the rifle of the guide cracked, and in another moment the guns of
the two Americans sent forth their spurts of red and the yellow streaks
of death right into the opened jaws of the monster. Still she came on
and lifted her vast opened jaw within a foot of Jack's leg. The lashing
tail of the alligator was the only thing which told she had been shot
and was suffering.

It would have been good-night for the hunter's leg had not the guide
filled the forehead of the reptile with shot--shot that entered between
the eyes and sank into the brain to paralyze further designs on her
enemies.

With a mighty effort the huge creature lifted herself half out of the
water and flung herself far from the log. The midstream silently covered
her with its green covering and the monster sank from view.

"Did we kill her?" nervously cried Jack.

"Her gone! She die, but not here. Where she go we no go!"

"All right, then, I'm through hunting alligators. After seeing the
frantic grief and mother-love in that awful thing's eyes I could not aim
at another creature in this swamp. You go on with the guide, Ray, but
I'm through!" declared Jack.

"I say the same, Jack. When you remember the old reptile's snout as she
lovingly went over the carcass of her young, it makes us seem like
brutes, even less soulful than the poor alligator. Come on."

The guide smiled. He could not understand such sentiments over a vile
alligator, and he felt that he had selected a pair of weak-kneed youths
to take into the swamp.

"You not fraid of legs! I not let alligator bite you, I swear!"
exclaimed the guide, thinking they were nervous at the close
acquaintance with the mother-'gator.

But Jack took no trouble to explain. They motioned the man to lead out,
and shortly after the incident had closed the three reached the sandy
shore where the boat had been anchored.

In the heat of a tropical sun they ate a few rice-cakes and drank warm
water from the canteen, but they had to wait for more than an hour
before the other hunters came back. Meanwhile the guide had followed his
own bent and had gone back into the swamp to secure a trophy. Jack was
glad to find later that he had not seen a single snout.

The return trip was soon accomplished, but when the boat came to the
place where the yacht had been last seen there was not a sign of the
White Crest.

"Well, this is what they planned--to give us the slip!" laughed Mr.
Dalken, as he motioned the men to keep on and land them on the wharf of
Spanish Town.

The hunters returned earlier than had been planned for, hence they had a
tiresome wait at Spanish Town for the appearance of the White Crest once
more. All they could learn by questioning the loafers at the quay was
the fact that the yacht had sailed away. That was self-evident, or else
she had gone down. The latter was too impossible for belief so she
_must_ have sailed away.

Dinnertime came and passed, still no White Crest. The darkness came over
the water and the squatty houses of Spanish Town, and still no yacht. It
was close to midnight when the impatient watchers, seated on a crude
plank on the wharf, saw a beautiful silvery craft glide up to the mouth
of the river and silently drop her anchor.

"Well, there she is, but how are we to reach her?" asked the owner,
chewing the end of a cigar.

"We'll halloo for the Captain to send us the boat," replied Jack, and
immediately Ray and he chorused a loud call for transportation over the
bay.

The transfer was made and then, man-like, the hunters all clamored for
an explanation. "To think of leaving us stranded all day and half the
night!" exclaimed Mr. Ashby.

"We thought you planned to be hunting until sundown," said Mrs. Ashby.

"And of course you would be worn out when you got back and would
appreciate a little quiet on the quay," added Mrs. Fabian, smilingly.

"Where have you been?" demanded Jack.

"We've been cooling our heels ever since four o'clock."

"Perhaps we had the best time then," said Mrs. Courtney. "I certainly
enjoyed myself immensely to-day and this evening."

"We all did," echoed her companions. "We sailed all round Jamaica and
saw sights which you men would not bother to stop and appreciate. We
have seen the tiny palm-covered coral dots which lift their heads above
the rippling sea and warn us to keep a keen watch for the reefs hidden
under the water. We have had pointed out to us the great mountainsides
where the three hundred thousand black slaves climbed in order to face
the rising sun on the dawn of the day that witnessed their emancipation.
We got birdseye views of the other towns on the Island of Jamaica--Port
Antonio, Montego Bay, and the smaller settlements which dot the island
like so many studs of color. Oh, yes! we had a glorious sail--thanks to
our good Captain."

"And thanks to the good yacht," laughed Mr. Dalken.

"We may as well add: thanks to Dalky and his generous invitation to us,"
concluded Polly.

And to the latter motion every one called a unanimous hurrah!

The following day was given to visiting the cathedral which is the
oldest building on the island. It can show an antiquity of four
centuries and withstood all battles for supremacy of different factions
and nations since 1523. Polly and Eleanor went with Mr. Fabian and Mr.
Ashby to examine and study the old monuments, the style of decoration,
and the many other notable points of interest to architects and
decorators.

Having ended this visit, the tourists returned to the White Crest and
sailed away, but to stop at Hope Gardens--the Botanical Gardens and a
show-place of Jamaica. There were many other places to be visited, a
list of them showing that some would have to be eliminated. So after
"doing" Belle View, Castleton, and Mandeville, the entire party voted to
say goodby to Jamaica, the Queen of the Antilles, and continue on their
vagabondage.




CHAPTER XI--MEETING OLD FRIENDS IN PANAMA


After leaving Jamaica the Captain asked for instructions as to the
chosen direction and the next stopping place.

"Well, after once seeing Jamaica, I suppose we have virtually seen every
other island in the Caribbean Group. The flowers, the climate, the
natives, even the employments are all similar if not exactly alike.
There is but one point of interest that is not common to them all, and
that is the volcano of Mont Pelée on Martinique.

"But volcanoes are no curiosity to Polly because she lives in the crater
of one of the largest extinct volcanoes in the Rockies, so there is no
call for the White Crest to stop at Martinique to show her Mont Pelée,"
explained Mr. Dalken.

"Why not sail along past the different islands of the archipelago and
have a good look at them from our comfortable deck chairs," suggested
Mrs. Courtney.

This proposition was received with approval and the Captain was advised
to steer a course as close as practical to the coral formations, and,
those islands of volcanic structure, and permit the tourists to see the
Windward Islands without troubling to go ashore.

Hence the yacht, in its cruise, sailed past Porto Rico, and the long
string of tiny isles connecting that important island with Barbados and
Trinidad. St. Lucia, Dominica, and Martinique were left behind, and then
the Captain changed his course to a westward direction.

Leaving Venezuela to the southward he sped on for the Canal Zone. The
plan originally made in New York would then be followed as closely as
possible. At Colon the White Crest would anchor until her passengers had
visited all that was to be in that town seen, and then they would go
through the great locks of the Canal and eventually reach the Pacific
Ocean.

Mr. Dalken and the Captain figured that a week would be ample time in
which to visit everything and come out of the Canal to the Colombia
shore.  But they reckoned without the young folks, as usual.

Soon after the yacht had anchored at Colon, the tourists started to
visit the town. They had not gone far before Jack discovered there would
be a great baseball match at the public park between the United States
army side and the Colon players. His eye caught the names of two members
of the regiment stationed at Panama, and he turned to show them to Ray.

"Could it possibly be Bill Ainslee and Bob Madden of the A. E. F. in
France?"

"I did hear something about Bill remaining with the regulars to try
South America. We can't lose out by introducing ourselves, anyway, and
ten to one the boys will turn out to be our old Buddies," said Ray.

The proposition was made and accepted to go and see the ball game late
that afternoon; the girls felt as much interest in knowing whether or
not the two soldiers at Panama were the ones Jack believed them to be.

No sooner was the Dalken party seated in the Grand Stand, than Jack and
Ray hurried away. They were gone a long time, and the eager spectators
on the bleachers as well as those in the Grand Stand, had to call and
show impatience at the delay of the opening of the game before the teams
came out.

Jack and Ray returned to their friends on the Grand Stand. One glance at
their smiling faces told the girls that they had found pals. Jack was
bubbling over with pleasure at the meeting and the plans they had made
for a good time during the visit at Panama.

"Gee! Bill looks great! He was so white and thin in the trenches over
there, but now he has filled out and looks wonderful. I never dreamed he
would turn out to be so handsome, did you, Ray?"

"No, but then Bob isn't far behind in looks. It must be this climate
that tans them to such a glorious shade," said Ray.

"There are other things than tan that this climate does to one,"
remarked Mr. Dalken, briefly. The boys laughed and agreed with him.

"For instance, malaria caught while alligator hunting," said Mrs.
Fabian, because she had heard the men discussing the possibility of
their tired feeling being the result of the swamp visit.

The game now opened and the girls were all eyes and interest to see the
Panama team win, because Jack happened to know two of the players.
Whether it was the knowledge that four pretty girls were seated in the
Grand Stand watching, or whether it was their usual manner of pitching
and batting, the fact remains that Bill and Bob were the champion
members of the team that day, and carried away the honors.

After the game ended the two crack players changed their togs and
reappeared in uniform. Jack met them and escorted them to meet Mr.
Dalken's party. Then Polly saw that Jack had not exaggerated one bit
when he had declared his two friends to be decidedly good looking.

"My! They're more than that, Poll," whispered Eleanor, in breathless
admiration. "I think Bill is just too dear for anything."

Ray overheard her remark. He grinned teasingly and said: "It's the
uniform, my dear child! If Bob or Bill wore a bell boy's uniform, they'd
look just as good, but you wouldn't think so."

"Pooh! No such thing!" exclaimed Eleanor, shrugging her pretty shoulders
at Ray.

"Well, here is Jack and here am I, and I'm sure we are not bad looking,
yet you never said you thought me 'too dear for anything,'" complained
Ray.

"How could I speak an untruth?" retorted Eleanor, laughing.

"All right for you! I'll spy upon you after this and when I find you
enjoying a tête-à-tête with a 'dear for anything boy' I'll spoil it--see
if I don't!" Ray threatened but the girls knew he cared not a fig
whether they thought him handsome or not. He was all for a good time and
that was the end of his ambitions.

"Ray, you don't stand a ghost of a show in the running with Bill or
Bob," declared Jack. "Bill with his French Medal and Bob with his
Decoration for Bravery simply put us out of sight when the girls are on
hand to offer adulation at the shrines of these heroes."

"Oh, Jack! Tell us--are the two baseball players great heroes of the late
war?" exclaimed Mrs. Courtney, eagerly.

"There now! Didn't I tell you so!" laughed Jack, winking at his chum.
"Even the adult admirers forget we are on earth the moment one mentions
Bill and Bob."

"Please, oh, _please_, Jack, tell us the story of, what they did over
there," beseeched Polly.

"If I were to tell you that tale I'd spoil it in the telling. Better ask
Bill and Bob to tell their own thrillers,--if you really want to hear
something that will compare favorably with those hair-raising
experiences on Grizzly Slide," replied Jack, earnestly.

During this little side-gossip the two victors in the recent contest
with the Colon players, were engaged in talking to Mr. Dalken. Now they
turned and addressed Jack.

"Mr. Dalken wishes us to dine on the yacht, but we shall have to ask
permission to do that. I only wish we had a pull with some one, in order
to get several days off. Then we could show you about in great style!"
Bill kept his eyes fixed upon Polly as he spoke, and any one might think
he was addressing her only. Eleanor smiled, but she had failed to turn
and look at Bill's companion. It was Nancy and Ruth who had to smile now
at the attentive manner in which Bob stared at pretty Eleanor, totally
oblivious of the other girls in the party.

"Oh, Mr. Ainslee, Dalky here is the professional wire-puller of North
America--didn't you know that? I'm sure he can find a string that will
work for you," laughed Polly.

"Tell me the names of the officers in your regiment, Ainslee, and let me
see if I know them," added Mr. Dalken.

"There now! Didn't I tell you he could work it?" laughed Polly, while
the other members in the group also laughed at their host's quick
acceptance of the suggestion.

Having mentioned the various officers and spoken of their individual
tendencies, Mr. Dalken smiled wisely. "Leave the whole matter to me,
boys, and we will win out."

"Tell us, Dalky! What can you do about tonight?" asked the girls
eagerly.

"For to-night, I propose having all the officers _and_ the two heroes of
the ball game on the yacht to dinner. They cannot very well say no to
Bill and Bob if they accept for themselves, can they?"

"Good gracious, Dalky! If you plan to have a dinner party it is high
time we all ran away to prepare for the social event," declared Mrs.
Courtney. This was the first time she had ever used the familiar name
the girls had given Mr. Dalken, but it did not escape Polly's notice.
She gave Eleanor a glance, but Eleanor had been too interested in
learning the outcome of the proposition made by Mr. Dalken.

"I haven't the slightest hope that our invitation will be accepted for
this evening, as in all probability the officers have made other
engagements for dinner. But it paves the way for me to urge them to give
Bill and Bob leave of absence for to-night. Then I will invite the men
who cannot come to-night, to come as soon as they can make the date. I
believe I have a speaking acquaintance with the Colonel and I hope to
improve our acquaintance while we stop here--then you girls ought to be
able to make the most of this opportunity by winning a few days'
vacation for Bill and Bob."

"Fine!" exclaimed Eleanor, clapping her hands. "Now you three men hurry
away and see the Colonel."

Bill and Bob looked at Mr. Dalken and, seeing he was willing to
accompany them, they politely said good-afternoon to the other members
in the party and stood ready to go.

"There may be strength in numbers, and we are glad to go with you,"
hinted Jack, linking an arm in that of Ray and stepping up beside the
host.

"As far as strength goes I always favor pretty girls for power when one
has to use diplomacy and cunning," laughed Mr. Dalken.

"Not in this case, however," retorted Bill. "If our Colonel knew the
danger we boys were running by volunteering to walk right up before the
ammunition of beauty, he'd never let us out of his sight."

"Ha! Mr. Ainslee discovered other things in France besides medals for
bravery!" laughed Mrs. Courtney, shaking a playful finger at him.

"Medals! Who told you anything about medals?" asked Bill, with genuine
amazement in his voice.

"A little bird whispered it at my ear," laughed Mrs. Courtney teasingly.

"I know the bird! We always thought it was a raven over there--from the
way he croaked whenever he had to eat army mess," was the humorous reply
from Bill.

Midst the general laugh at Jack's expense which followed Bill's speech,
the men left and walked in the direction of the waiting automobile which
had been placed at the ball-players' disposal for the day.

Polly turned to her friends and said: "Oh, I'm sure Dalky will succeed
in getting them off for a few days. I really believe Dalky can do
_anything_!"

Eleanor glanced at Mrs. Courtney as Polly spoke, and caught a puzzling
expression which had flashed over that lady's face. In a moment,
however, she was as inscrutable as ever she cared to appear.

"We may as well go into this shop and have a lemonade while we are
waiting for the returns of the election," suggested Mr. Ashby.

"Do you think it will take the boys very long to find the officer who
can permit them to get off tonight?" asked Polly.

"I have an idea that Bill will know exactly where to find his superiors
and not more than half an hour should elapse before they will come
back," returned Mr. Ashby, glancing at his watch.

"I was about to say--that we should have gone on to the yacht and dressed
for to-night, if they are to be gone as long as that," ventured Polly.

"I tell you what we might do!" cried Eleanor, plumping her glass upon
the marble slab with such emphasis that the lemonade spattered up and
over her hands. "Leave Mr. Fabian and Mr. Ashby at this corner so the
others can see them upon their return, and we ladies go on to the yacht
and touch up for the evening's fray."

"That's just what I was about to say," added Mrs. Courtney.

"Where's the fray? You ladies never thought the superior faction of this
yachting party worthy of captivation before," remarked Mr. Fabian
cynically, albeit he smiled.

"I should say not! Two old married fogies, two harum-scarum boys, and a
grass-widower!" exclaimed Nancy Fabian.

A general laugh rewarded Nancy's retort, and Mr. Ashby held up both
hands in a helpless manner. "Oh, for pity's sake, go--GO and touch up for
the young men, or Fabian and I shall have to crawl under the soda
fountain to escape your wit!"

The girls started up at that and the ladies followed laughingly; soon
they were out of sight on their way to the White Crest and an elaborate
toilette for the dinner party that night.

"Some one ought to let the chef know Dalky expects to bring back guests
for dinner," ventured Polly to Mrs. Courtney.

"I think orders have been given," replied she in a quiet tone.

"Why! How did Dalky know we expected to meet the boys whom Jack and Ray
knew in France?" asked Polly, in astonishment.

"He didn't. But he did say that he thought it would be very pleasant to
have us meet the officers of the Post stationed at the Canal. It was his
intention to invite them to dine at their first opportunity. Hence he
left orders for the chef to prepare for extra plates every evening while
we are here," explained Mrs. Courtney.

"Oh, that will be fine!" exclaimed Polly, but Eleanor wondered if Mrs.
Fabian and Mrs. Ashby, as well as Mrs. Courtney, knew of this
arrangement.

Long before the females in the party came from their rooms robed in such
becoming gowns as would distract any young man who, because of army
discipline, had not had many opportunities to enjoy society, the men
came on board and, by the hilarious manner of their conversation,
suggested that _apparently_ they had celebrated the victory of the Army
baseball players in a social drink of native wine. But this was not the
case. Sheer exuberance of spirits, natural not fermented, made the four
boys who had known each other in France, bubble over and sparkle with
wit and fun.

Mr. Dalken invited Bill and Bob to amuse themselves on deck while he and
his male guests retired and dressed for dinner. Hence the two young men
were lounging in the great reed chairs when Polly and Eleanor appeared.
There was no time for a little flirtation, however, as Mrs. Courtney
came out, looking magnificent in an American Beauty georgette gown, with
her diamond neck-band and pendant earrings sparkling from throat and
ears. Polly gazed in appreciative admiration at the combination of dark
wavy hair, high-colored complexion, and brilliant brown eyes, with the
rich crimson of the dress and the cold white of the diamonds.

Soon after this the other ladies joined the group on deck and finally
the men came forth in their somber black dinner coats and immaculate
white collars and cuffs. Jack came puffing and fanning himself with his
handkerchief.

"Well, you girls ought to pay us a tribute for willingly going to the
torture chair to-night. Stiff collars and heavy cloth coats on a torrid
night as this in the Canal Zone!"

"Nobody asked you to!" retorted Eleanor.

"Maybe not, but we knew what we would get if we appeared in the lists,
with our friends here in their uniform, and the rest of us in our
tropical togs," returned Jack.

"Oh, then it is mere pride that drove you to the deed?" asked Polly.

"No, it was desperate fear!" exclaimed Ray. "What chance would we stand
with a bevy of wonderful orchids and two dazzling hummingbirds--meaning
Bill and Bob, of course,--if we looked like sparrows from the city
streets?"

Every one laughed. "Orchids are too good to be forgotten," added Polly;
"every time I see an orchid hereafter I shall remember that, for once in
my lifetime, I was compared to the rare and beautiful flower."

"Rare in New York, perhaps, but anything but rare down here!" retorted
Jack.

"Oh, pshaw! Why spoil such a lovely compliment with the truth,"
remonstrated Mrs. Courtney.

The constant teasing and darts of wit between Jack and Ray on the one
side and Polly and Eleanor on the other, had been one source of
amusement and perpetual fun for the tourists in Mr. Dalken's party, and
now that Bill and Bob had joined the others on deck that night, the
quick repartee seemed tossed back and forth like a tennis ball between
clever players.

A man servant now came over to announce dinner, and then, for the first
time, Polly realized that the officers who were to be invited to dinner
had not appeared.

"Where is the Colonel, Dalky?" asked she, wonderingly.

"Couldn't find him anywhere, but I secured the acceptance of the other
officers for dinner to-morrow night," explained he.

"You did more than that, Dalky!" declared Jack, with a delighted glance
at Bill and Bob. "You got the boys three days' leave while we are
stationed here."

"Oh, really! Goody, goody!" cried several young voices in a chorus of
joy.

"And an invitation for all to attend the usual weekly hop to-morrow
night, but I can't see for the life of me how any one can dance with the
thermometer pushing the top of the mercury out of the tube," grumbled
Jack.

"Listen to him! Any one would think he isn't the maddest one of the
group when dancing is to be had!" laughed Mr. Dalken.

After finishing the first course, the host turned to his two new guests
and said: "We are on the griddle for the tale of your experiences in
France, boys. I know the girls have had difficulty in curbing their
feminine curiosity to hear of your exploits."

Both young men flushed, but Bob managed to say: "Bill, here, is the
crack story-teller. I always take a back seat when he is on hand to do
the honors for both."

Therefore Bill was deluged with demands for the story, and having
cleared his throat in a self-conscious way, he began.

But his preparations were ruined at that moment, when the Belgian lad on
the yacht, now unexpectedly introduced a diversion. He had approached
with a laden tray, in order to assist the man servant who had charge of
the dinner party, but when he saw the two young men in uniform, he
immediately sat the tray upon the floor and ran over to fall upon Bill's
neck.




CHAPTER XII--THE TALE TOLD BY THE BELGIAN


"Agh, mine goot savior! Mine beeg fine frent! I feel so full to choy dat
I must cry!" The Belgian acted exactly like an overjoyed mastiff when
his master returns from a long absence.

"Why, Johann! This _is_ a surprise," cried Bob, rising from his chair
and joining Bill who still remained pinned in the arms of the happy
foreigner.

The others in the party at the dinner table watched with amazement as
the little tableaux came to a finish.

"Now that Johann is on the stage, it is most appropriate that he tell
the story of our adventures in France. For, be it known to all present,
Jo was with us when we first went over with the Canadian boys, and it
was Jo's mother who nursed me after I got away from the Hun temporary
prison in Belgium."

Bill now turned to Johann and made him understand that he was to tell
those around the table of the adventures of the three buddies. Mr.
Dalken immediately placed a chair for Johann, but that worthy felt he
could talk louder and gesticulate better if he stood upon his long
staunch legs.

"Agh! Dat wass beeg times--ven we fight so fine for my countree, eh? But
now--agh! poor Johann iss no more dan a keetchen boy."

The great big fellow shook his head despairingly and had it not been
that he was deadly in earnest over the complaint, his audience would
have laughed at such a dire circumstance as his being a kitchen boy.

"Yah! I tells dat story fine, Beel! Now hear me: Von day in ver early
morning, I am sent to find someting to eat fer my mudder and seek
seester. I like to belong to a solger's life but eferyone say I too
younk and I got'ta tak care ofer my family. Dis time I hear one farmer
got a beeg peeg what he not like the Huns to eat, and he sent me vord to
come carry him off and help to keel him.

"Veil, I go so far on one road dat I think pretty soon thet farm he come
up and show himself, but I finds onny black smokin' ruins wherever I go.
When I think I been gone far enough on one road I say to myself: 'Jo,
now go dis way--mebbe dat man live down dis way.' I take him. But I not
find a farm--I find plenty Huns what sit and laff and eat pork what dey
fry ofer a wood fire.

"I smell dat pork and I know now dey eat dat peeg what my farmer fren
send vord to me to come keel for my mudder. So I go right up to dem six
fat enemy, and I speak right out in him face and tell him what I feel.
Mebbe dey don't laff so much at me dat one man he say: 'Ketch him and
slit his gullet. He make a fine beeg dinner next time we eat!'

"Veil, and so, anudder Hun come ofer and stick out a hand to hoi' my
arm, but I shake him off like I feel he insult me. Den one fat feller
what looks like a boss, calls out for him to put me in the peegpen where
two more prisoners they keep.

"Queeck like anything four Huns ketch hold on me and push me in a leetle
pen where I see here my good fren' Beel and my nudder fine fren' Bob. We
tree mus' live in a peeg pen all night, and nex' day dose fat enemy tink
to take us to a prison in heem own countree. But I tink difrunt.

"I say to Beel here, 'Six Huns, tree white man. Six what so fat dey no
jump, and tree of us what lean like famine.' But we got good arm, and we
stay in dat peeg pen all night and fix up sometings what make our enemy
fall down er run like nudding.

"All night we vork and pull old wood from dat peeg pen and viles our
enemy sleep we fix up our cloobs. I mix oop so much peeg-mud in big
cannon balls like anyt'ing, and Beel he laffs so much he falls down. Bob
here he not laff so much but he grin all over cause we got such a fine
way to shoot dem enemy and run away.

"Veil, Beel say dis Hun bunch what he call foratch scouts--dem what
should go out and bring in eat stuff. But dis crowd sit and eat what dey
find, and so mebbe dey got'ta go back in the morning. Anyway, I hear the
boss say late dat night, 'You two go back and report in the mornin'--no
food yet. We four go on and keep huntin' for more. See!'

"Yes, two men see, and I see, too! Dat's ven I tell my plans and we vork
hard all night.

"Pretty soon, when daylight comes ofer the sky, two men hurry off, and
leaves four enemy to me. I got efery plan fixt so I tel Beel and Bob to
be retty to hit dem cloobs hard, soon as I fire my soft mud-balls right
in dem beeg fat faces of dem Chermans. Den I fixes plenty soft--ah, so
soft--peeg-pen dirt-balls on my left arm, and I comes out sofly to where
the Boss rolls on the grass asleep, and I stuff most his face and his
mout' all full of peeg-mud. Same time I fire mud-bullets all in the face
of dem udder tree solgers, whiles Beel and Bob come right off me and
whack! Bang! down coom dem peeg cloobs on top off dose Hun's heads. One,
two, fall down on the ground, and the Boss he got what Beel calls
bracelets put on his hands, queeck. Bob he find dem right by the side of
dat Boss, so he use 'em right!

"Veil, one man what stands oop, and dat Boss, we mek to walk queeck--oh
so queeck--for the army what sits off away from the Hun side. And pooty
soon, we march ofer No Man lant and Beel yell like he was mad. Eferybody
mek such a beeg time ofer me, and Beel and Bob say I must go to tell the
Capataine all about dem peeg mud-shots. So we go and Capataine laff, oh
he laff, and he say: 'Give Johann all the food he can take to his
family.'

"But I say: 'Agh, no, Mr. Capataine! All dem enemy now like to ketch Jo
and find out how to mek peeg cannons, and I nefer again see my seester
and mudder. Mebbe I like much better to dress oop like my seester and
ride back to home in a peasant cart, yes?'

"Efery body laff again and say yes. So I find Beel here to go to get me
a gurl's dress, and I put him on. But Jo not so beeg den as now, and dat
dress go on pooty goot, eh, Beel?"

Thus appealed to Bill agreed, but the hardly controlled laughter of the
audience now pealed forth and the narrator could not be heard for a few
moments. Then he resumed his tale.

"All right! Beel and Bob find me a seat in a Belgium peasant cart what
drivin' back home, and I sit like a nice beeg gurl on a seat and call
her mudder. I find goot luck dat time, cause no Hun stop me and no one
take the beeg dinner what Capataine pack for my family.

"Mebbe my mudder not cry tears for joy when I come in all dressed oop
like my seester, and my seester she laff and say: 'Now I got a fine new
dress to wear.'

"Veil, I tell my mudder I got'ta go join Beel's friend's in dis fight. I
find I beeg enuff to take prisoner by my enemy, so I beeg enuff to
fight, too! My mudder cry, and my seester say. 'Oh, vere shall we find
help?' En I say: 'Leaf this old house 'cause soon it make fire for my
enemy to cook peegs, and you run so fast what you can to my onkel's in
Bruges.' So dey run an' I coom back to fight wid Beel. And so dat's
all."

As he concluded his story, Johann instantly stooped and took the
abandoned tray. He quickly transferred its contents to the table and
turned to hurry back to the kitchen without waiting for applause from
his interested audience. At the same moment the Oriental chef came down
the deck and brandished a long wooden spoon. Johann saw and grinned. He
half turned to Mr. Dalken and said in a most laughable way: "My enemy
cooms!"

Then he scuttled away down the other side of the craft, and the chef
stood and shook an angry fist in his direction. But the Oriental heard
the loud laughter from those seated at table, and saw their pleased
faces and he surmised that Johann must have been the cause of it. Hence
he hurried back to his culinary heaven to question the servant and learn
what had so amused the guests.

"Jo hasn't told half the story," declared Bob, as the merry laughter
subsided.

"No, he skipped anything that went to tell you what a loyal man he was,
and how he fought for country as well as for us, his friends." Bill
seemed to go back and mentally review the incidents.

"Then it is up to you to tell us, Bill," said Jack.

"Perhaps we have a hero with us who should have had a decoration. I
believe in giving honor where honor is due, and Jo shall have everything
that's coming to him," said Mr. Dalken.

"Well, the Croix de Guerre which I wear belongs to Jo, according to all
rules of the game, but it fell to my lot to get it, and to Jo's lot to
get the shell in his leg," said Bill. This caused a demand for the
story, and Bill began.

"Bob and I volunteered at midnight to hunt on No Man's Land for the
officer who had important orders in the breast pocket of his uniform. He
went out that afternoon with his men but was reported missing upon our
return. No one saw him fall, nor had he been seen captured by the enemy
with whom we had a mix-up. This was soon after Jo returned from home to
link his future with that of the Canadian Troops.

"We managed to crawl unseen all over the same ground where we had the
skirmish late that afternoon, but not a sign of the lieutenant could we
see. Finally Bob lifted his head and nodded at what had seemed to me to
be a heap of debris.

"'It's a ruin,' whispered Bob. 'I don't remember seeing it there this
evening.'

"'You didn't, Bob. It was a little barn when last we came out here,'
replied I.

"'Then a shell must have smashed it since. Could the Left, have been
near it, do you think?' Bob's tone suggested possibilities, so I
silently agreed to follow him.

"We crept along, slowly and carefully, fearful of a surprise at any
moment, for the enemy were out that night as well as others, and they
might be seeking in this ruin, exactly as we purposed to seek for
missing pals.

"We reached the heap of stones and plaster without interruption and then
we felt we could breathe better. The barn fell so that some of the
timbers caught in the ends of others and stuck up after the manner of
loose jack straws. Under this small hollow pyramid was enough shelter
for both of us, and we crept there hoping to hide and plan our return.

"To my horror I came in contact with a cold face, and after discreetly
feeling over the body I found it to be a Hun. We heaved a sigh of relief
to find it was not our Lefty. But close upon that relief came a shock: A
groan from under the timbers.

"'Look out for a surprise!' warned Bob, and I nodded.

"But we had no time to lose in wariness, for immediately after the moan
we heard a German cursing fluently. The voice was not the same. I soon
made my way into the impromptu cave and there discovered our officer,
pinned down by a timber and quite unconscious. It was his moan we had
heard. Almost within arm's reach of him, the Hun soldier was pinned down
also, but he could not move his body even though he was mad to drive his
spike into our Lefty's unconscious heart.

"In a few shakes we had the German tied securely and the timbers lifted
from our officer. Then we planned to return with the injured man upon
our backs. The enemy we were hoping to drive before us into camp, but he
objected so strenuously that we feared detection if we insisted. It was
more important to get the officer back and leave the Hun. Yet we did not
care to murder him in cold blood, and he refused to go quietly. We
decided to bang him over the head with one of the logs, and when
senseless we could drag him after us. Even this seemed unnecessary risk
at the time, so we made him understand that we would shoot him down in
his track if he refused to creep ahead of us as commanded. He knew that
he ran the danger of fire from both sides should we be discovered on No
Man's Land, yet he was daring enough the moment we had started on our
way to try and expose us to that double fire. In fact, he figured that
there would be but one German less if all were killed, but there would
be three men of his enemy's side lost. But he failed in his little plot.

"We had not advanced ten feet, I was carrying the officer upon my back
as I managed to worm my way after Bob, when we heard a small unit of
Germans coming from the other direction. They, too, were creeping,
creeping stealthily, in order to find their lost companions.
Fortunately, we had gagged the Hun who went in advance of me, and he
could not shout, but he could kick up such a racket on the ground with
his feet that it must attract attention in the stillness of the night.

"That made Bob so mad that he stood right up, grabbed the Hun and
hustled him back again to the ruin. I had no choice but to turn with my
load and return also. We had hardly reached this comparative security
when the Germans who were out to find their comrades, heard us and
reached the spot we had just abandoned.

"'They'll be in here next!' whispered Bob. 'Got your gun ready?'

"I had placed the officer back under the low shelter of the fallen
timbers, and then roped the Hun to a huge post, which had been a corner
stud of the barn, leaving the gag in his mouth; his head and his arms
secured, to prevent his chewing the ropes or fumbling with his harness.
Then I took my station near the aperture by which any one would have to
enter the ruin. Bob squatted on the other side of the heap.

"We had not long to wait. In only too short an interval, the heads of
our enemy came into view. They were not as circumspect as Bob and I had
been, for they did not advance with guns cocked and ready, hence I found
it an easy matter to pluck the gun directly out of the hand of the first
comer. At the same moment, as if he caught my idea, Bob fell upon him
and closed his mouth with a big flat hand. The surprised man was so
frightened that he forgot to yell for help, and his other two comrades
came on without warning until it was too late to retreat.

"The captured man did give a cry but it was muffled and so
unintelligible that his pals might have taken it to come from prisoners
he had found within the ruin. But the two who followed the first capture
were alert, and poked the muzzles of their rifles almost in my face
without being able to see what they were up against. I dropped suddenly
and rolled over against the hulk of the man who came first. The blow
against his legs and in the pit of his stomach made him double over me
and go headlong into the Hun who sat roped against the post. Instantly I
was on him and had him at a disadvantage. It took but a jiffy to force
back his arms and make him let go his clutch on the gun. I laughed at
the simple task we had had, when right behind me sounded the report of a
rifle. It was so close to my head that I jumped and let go the hold on
my prisoner.

"But the bullet meant for me found its rest in the German I had just
released. He rolled over with a groan, and I turned to fight the third
man whose gun I thought had fired at me. To my astonishment I saw Johann
in silent combat with the enemy. He had crept in just in time to see the
Hun aim at me, and he had jumped the man so unexpectedly that the rifle
went off wild and hit the wrong man.

"In a few seconds we had all the prisoners roped and willing to follow
wherever we commanded--even to the ends of the earth. And Jo insisted
upon taking our officer upon his own broad back. We managed to secure
the Lieutenant to his back by means of bits of harness found in the
ruins of the old barn, and having secured the important order in my own
breast-pocket, we started out, driving the four prisoners before us.

"It was almost dawn when we reached our own line, and great was the
welcome we got as we came in 'bringing our sheaves with us.' But, as I
say, Bob and I got the medals, for doing what really Johann brought to a
pass. Without his presence at the very moment when he was needed most, I
would have been a dead man and Bob would have been at the mercy of three
lively Huns. And it was Jo who turned the table for us."

When Bill had finished his story, the girls cheered for Jo. He was just
approaching with the next course, but when he saw all the eager smiling
faces turned his way, and realized that Beel had told the story of the
old ruins, he set the heavy tray upon the seat of a chair and fled.
Scouts were sent to find him and bring him back, but not a trace of him
could they see. He had found a better hiding place than his seester's
dress in which he had travelled back to his home in Belgium that day.

"Well, let's finish our dinner, children, and then we will take up the
hunt for Jo. It will be better fun than hunting the slipper," remarked
Mr. Dalken.

The dinner continued merrily, every one pleased at the discovery of a
real hero on the crew of the yacht, and Mr. Dalken pleased to hear of
Jo's courage and simple childlike bravery without thought of recompense.
But he also had a plan.

Later in the evening, while the young folks were dancing and trying
their best to forget the warm climate of the Equator, Mr. Dalken slipped
away and remained absent for some time. He had gone to find Jo and have
a heart to heart talk with him.

Thus he learned that Jo had signed up to take this voyage in order to
earn more money to send to his sister who now was in a French hospital
in the north of France, suffering from nervous collapse and lack of
nutrition. His aged mother had died from exposure at the time the enemy
had swarmed over Belgium and had driven every native forth from home and
friends.

"Well, Jo, I am going to communicate with a relative who is doing
reconstruction work in France now, and I shall ask her to visit your
sister and see if she is able to travel. If she is I shall send her the
money to bring her over to you, and henceforth you shall work for me--not
for the Captain, or the chef, or any other boss, but for me. Do you like
the plan?"

Johann sat and stared for a few moments, then he jumped up and shouted.
"Do I like heem! Oh, Meester Boss, I _love_ heem! And my seek
seester--ah, I love you, Beeg Boss!" And to Mr. Dalken's astonishment
Johann threw both arms about his neck and wept tears of joy upon the
nice black dinner coat.

But Mr. Dalken never mentioned this to others, for he appreciated the
embrace which came spontaneously from the heart of this great big giant
of a young Belgian whose gratitude was unbounded. And he took Johann's
hand and shook it in a friendly way, to seal the compact. Just as he
ended the hand-shaking, the chef came in.

"O-oh, Hon'able Master, muchee warm t'night! Most hon'able company feel
plenty sweat mebbe--me pour nice cool jlink, eh, Hon'able Boss?"

"I wish you would, please, and throw in plenty of ice," laughed Mr.
Dalken, turning and leaving the little room.

"Come, now, Mos' Hon'able So'jer in French--pour plenty ice for our Mos'
Hon'able Boss," commanded the chef, thus placing Johann upon a pedestal
from which he could look down upon all the other members of the crew
thenceforth and forever. For the Oriental had heard the story of the
medals and bowed down in hero worship and named Jo "Mos' Hon'able Jo"
thereafter. To the delighted Belgian it was as acceptable an honor as
the medal was to "Beel."




CHAPTER XIII--HIGH LIFE AT THE CANAL


After the first day at the Canal Zone, not one member of Mr. Dalken's
party had time in which to plan for anything beyond the Canal. Bill and
Bob returned late that first night and reported to their companions at
the Barracks that "Beeg Jo" was on board the White Crest; the officer
who had been rescued and carried back to camp on Johann's back during
the world war was now one of the officers in charge of the American Post
at Panama. Thus one can readily understand the result of such
information.

All the second day the tourists were entertained by Bill and Bob, and
were shown about the country in touring cars which had been pressed into
service by the eager youths. Not only did the yacht-party see everything
worth seeing at Colon and Cristobal, but they saw more of the country
round about the Atlantic side of the Canal than most visitors do who
land there.

After dinner that night the entire party was escorted to the Hop at
Government Headquarters, where dancing formed the programme of the
evening's entertainment. The coolness of the air made the dancing all
the more enjoyable, and the visitors declared they had never had such a
pleasant time.

Before the ladies said good-night to return to the yacht the government
men had promised them an aeroplane trip the next morning. Mr. Dalken
demurred somewhat when it was first proposed, but his objections were
soon overruled by the girls who were thrilled at the prospect of going
up in a great army plane.

Finally it was agreed that Mr. Dalken with his two men friends should go
up first and test the safety of the plane. If he felt assured that it
was quite safe for younger persons he would consent to their going up.

The entire party made for the field where the hangars of the two 'planes
were to be seen. One 'plane was a small affair which carried but two
passengers, but the other 'plane was a large one with a capacity for
seven passengers besides the engineer and his assistant.

The air sail of about twenty minutes was completed and Mr. Dalken landed
again upon terra firma. It was his first flight of any distance or
height, and he had enjoyed it thoroughly. He was enthusiastic in his
praise of the manner in which the 'plane had been handled by the
experienced men.

But a sudden darkness swept over the sky and the natives were seen to
scamper off for shelter, while the officers and aeronauts hastened their
guests to the hangars until the squall of rain should be over. It fell
just as it had fallen one day at Jamaica; it came down in torrents for a
few minutes, then the sun shone forth again in dazzling brightness.

The girls were eager to get into the aeroplane and take their trip, but
the pilot looked troubled and shook his head.

"What is the matter, Bill?" asked his companion.

"I don't like the looks of the sky--we're not through with the squall,
I'm thinking."

"I think it would be heaps of fun to be above the clouds when it rains
down here," ventured Eleanor, coaxingly, to Mr. Dalken.

"You wouldn't say that if you ever went up while a tropical squall
twisted the plane this way and that," remarked Bob, who had heard her
speech.

"I'm afraid we shall have to call it off for today, ladies," announced
the pilot, with evident regret in his tone.

"Well, then, we shall have all the more to look forward to to-morrow,"
returned Polly, pleasantly, but Eleanor was annoyed at the delay.

"I don't see why the nasty old weather had to come just now and spoil
all the fun!" pouted she.

"As long as we do not advise taking the ladies up to-day, why not come
with us for a visit to our sugar plantation," suggested Bob.

"What is there to see there?" pouted Eleanor, still angry.

"Well, Bill and I have staked a little cane plantation over there and we
haven't inspected our property for two weeks. We were so busy practicing
for the ball game, and then you came on the scene. If you've never
visited a sugarcane plantation it will prove to be interesting, I'm
sure."

As nothing else had been planned to take the place of the aeroplane trip
that day, the girls accepted the offer to inspect the small plantation.

Having traveled swiftly over the rich country where so little farming
was done because of the exhausting heat, and the prolific crops of
nature-grown fruits and herbs, the two seven-passenger cars came to a
very pretty place. Bill and Bob who were driving, turned in to a rough
road more like a country lane, and passed acres of cane sugar. The two
young owners pointed with pride to their property, and well they might.

"The man of whom we leased this acreage said he had a yield of from six
to eight tons of sucrose an acre every year. But he had more land than
he could cultivate, hence he leased us this acreage and agreed to keep
an eye on our men and the work, whenever he could. The richness of the
soil and the climate gives the cane grown here an unusual amount of
saccharine to the acre," Bill explained, as his hearers looked over the
vast fields of cane and admired his ambitions.

"Gee, Bill! I don't know but that I'll go in with you boys on sugar
raising. I'm sure I'd like it down here," said Jack Baxter. "How about
it, Ray, want to go fifty-fifty in this?"

Mr. Dalken laughed heartily. "If Ray knows you as well as I do, he'll
understand that you fall for every new project placed before you. If
some one caught you in the right mood and told you that your fortune was
to be had in digging a Canal through South America, from the Pacific to
the Atlantic, you'd agree with them and start in to dig. But you'd get
tired of it in a week and shirk the work."

"Why, Dalky, you slander my ideals!" declared Jack.

"Do I? What about Grizzly Slide and your determination to take up mining
out on the peaks of the Rockies? Then in New York you went so far as to
furnish an apartment for the sake of studying interior decorating," said
Mr. Dalken.

"Oh, no, Dalky!" laughed Eleanor, quickly. "He never furnished that
apartment for the study of furniture, but only for the study of Polly."

As this temporary infatuation of Jack's for Polly had been one of the
amusing incidents of the past year, his friends all laughed merrily.

"Well, Mr. Dalken, no need to worry lest Jack buy out a partnership
share with us, because we haven't anything to sell. We leased the
plantation on a basis which forbids any one sinking money in the scheme.
If this year's cane turns out well, and we reap any profits, then we
shall feel like moneyed men--not now."

As the cars drove on to visit the large plantation of the man who had
leased the small one to the soldier boys, the latter explained that cane
took about twelve months to mature; then after the first cutting another
crop came on; the second crop was called ratoons. Sometimes it was
possible, weather and cane both agreeing, to cut a third crop.

From the plantations Bill and Bob drove their guests to the big mills
where the grinding was done. The cars passed several huge stand-pipes
which were filled with water from artesian wells. This water was carried
over the plantations in pipes and at regular intervals there was an open
flume. Into the conduit the water was emptied daily and this form of
trough carried the necessary moisture down the rows of cane to which it
gave the stipulated quantity of water. All this work was regulated by
automatic appliances easily handled and kept in order.

Bob now explained the method of planting cane. "They do not use seed,
you know. The stalk is cut into sections of about two feet in length and
these pieces are dropped into furrows and covered with soil."

At the mill the visitors saw great piles of cane: some being cut, some
being stripped, and some being piled upon great flat trucks all waiting
to be taken to the freight cars which would carry them to the boats at
Panama or at Colon.

The noise made by the great machines as they crushed, rolled, or poured
the sugar from the cane, made conversation impossible. Bill next led his
friends along beside the carrier which constantly moved the cane through
the trough to feed the crushing machine. At the other side of this great
machine the sweet juice poured forth in torrents.

The next process was that of pumping the cold juice into hot pans and
then boiling the contents by steam. The skimming and liming work, and
finally the feeding into the drying pans by means of coils of pipes,
proved interesting but very tiresome because the heat of the mill was
suffocating to the Northerners. Late in the afternoon the cars sped back
to Colon and the two young planters were induced to stay to dinner on
the White Crest.

"To-morrow we will take you up in the 'planes and have you enjoy a long
ride, your last day at our Post," remarked Bob at dinner.

"I feel perfectly safe in permitting the girls to go after having been
up and seeing for myself how careful you boys are," replied Mr. Dalken,
graciously.

"I never thought I would enjoy a ride in the air, as I have always felt
timid about going up in a 'plane," said Mr. Fabian. "But I am so
thrilled by the trial that I want Mrs. Fabian to try it."

"No, thank you, sir! I am quite satisfied with good old Mother Earth,"
laughed his wife.

Thus it happened on the following day that the two older ladies in the
party preferred to stay down, but Mrs. Courtney and the girls, together
with Jack and Ray, went forth to meet the aviators on the plain where
the government hangars stood. They had two 'planes waiting and ready for
the sail. A large seven-passenger machine and a smaller one which held
the pilot and two others.

Into the large 'plane went Mrs. Courtney and Nancy Fabian and Ruth
Ashby, after them went the two young men, Jack and Ray. At last the
pilot Bob and his mechanician got in. Bill with Polly and Eleanor got in
the small 'plane.

As the two aeroplanes began to ascend, Mr. Dalken called out: "Don't go
far! And don't remain away more than half an hour!"

Those left behind stood and talked with a few of the army men who had
accompanied Bill and Ray to the field. But after waiting for half an
hour and no signs of returning 'planes could be seen or heard, the men
said they thought Bill and Bob had descended near Panama in order to
treat their company to afternoon tea.

Soon after this Mr. Dalken heard the faint far-off sound of a motor in
the air, but no sight of it could be seen. Finally a speck was visible
in the sky and in a short time the large 'plane descended upon the
field, but not one vestige of the smaller one.

"Why!" exclaimed Bob, after he had assisted the ladies to get out of his
'plane. "Aren't the others back yet?"

"No, did you miss them?" asked Mr. Dalken.

"I don't know which direction Bill went. We tried to keep up with them,
but that little 'plane is a hum-dinger for speed and it soon outstripped
us. The last we saw of it was when it was speeding over Miraflores
lock--right after that it disappeared and we saw no more of it. I flew
over the same place but it was not there."

"I hope nothing happened to them!" ventured Mrs. Courtney anxiously.

Before the group could decide upon any action, the sky suddenly clouded
over again and the rain began to empty the rest of its water upon the
section where the most damage might be done. Hence the aeroplane was
rushed into its hangar and the storm-stayed visitors hurried into the
empty hangar usually occupied by the small 'plane.

It was almost six o'clock when the rain ceased and permitted the
tourists to return to their vessel. Jack and Ray went to the barracks
with Bob because they were invited guests to dinner that evening.

Seven o'clock rang and darkness began to fall, yet no word had come from
the absent aviators and every one began to worry over what might have
befallen them.

"If we do not hear from them within the hour I shall go after them. The
trains will probably run to Panama all night, and I will go there first
and start a general search," said Mr. Dalken.

The rain had ceased entirely now, and the night settled down, but no
word or return of the absent girls. Then Mrs. Courtney took Mr. Dalken
aside and made a suggestion.

"Suppose you accompany me to the telegraph station at Colon? From there
we will send out wires to all the small and large stations on the line
of the Canal. We may hear from some one in that way, and should we not
get any favorable report you can go on to Panama."

With a few words of explanation the two then left the White Crest and
made their way to the station at Colon. Here they asked many questions
of the telegraph operator and found out that there were many places all
along the Canal where the stranded aviators might have secured shelter
during the storm and also for the night.

But Mrs. Courtney said she would feel better if the messages were sent
broadcast in order to reach some one who would reply. Hence they began
to fill out the blanks for the man to use. Just as they had decided what
to write, the instrument in the office began to click.

"I think this wire is from your two girls; is your name Mr. Dalken, from
the yacht called the White Crest?" asked the man.

"Yes, yes! what do they say?" exclaimed Mr. Dalken anxiously.




CHAPTER XIV--IN AND ABOUT PANAMA


"Now what do you think of that!" exclaimed Mr. Dalken, after reading the
message he had received from the stranded aviators who had landed beyond
the last lock of the Canal Zone.

Mrs. Courtney took the message and read it to herself, then murmured:
"This is disappointing: I did so want to have the girls on board when we
went through the locks."

"Well," sighed Mr. Dalken, "we may as well give orders to the Captain to
start early in the morning and meet the runaways at Panama--as Polly says
in her telegram."

"If only she had told us where they would stop overnight, we could wire
there and tell them to get back here immediately. They should be able to
use the railroad, as long as they have been able to get to a telegraph
station," said Mrs. Courtney, a trifle annoyed at such inconsideration
on the girls' part.

"I think we will give them their way this time, and have them miss the
gorgeous trip through the Canal. It will serve them good and right!"
declared Mr. Dalken, also impatient at such doings.

But the "girls"--meaning Polly and Eleanor--had no cause for
disappointment or impatience. In the first place they did not see how
they were to be held accountable for the aeroplane's engine failing to
work just about the time they reached the vast park which borders both
sides of Miraflores Lock. In fact, they considered it an act on the part
of Providence that the 'plane had such a wonderful stretch of lawn upon
which to descend, instead of falling down in Gatun Lake, or upon the
rocky hills to be seen everywhere around.

Because of an easy conscience, therefore, the two girls enjoyed an
unusual dinner at an interesting old Spanish restaurant in Panama; and
then accompanied the young aviator,--who had successfully brought his
disabled 'plane to the nearby park before mentioned,--to the Tivoli
Hotel, where a professional chaperone agreed to look after them in order
to satisfy Mrs. Courtney's concession to social requirements.

"I think I shall have to be running along, ladies, if I am to have that
'plane ready for work in the morning," declared Bill, as they reached
the hotel verandah.

"And you really think it will take the yacht from five to seven hours to
make the trip through?" asked Polly, anxiously.

"Oh, yes! Even if everything runs smoothly, which it seldom does, you
know, where we have to depend upon native labor to drive the mules and
tow the boats. Better allow seven hours, at least, I think."

"And you hope to be here for us at ten?" added Eleanor.

"At ten, unless the engine goes on strike again," laughed Bill.

"Well, then, you hurry along and forbid a strike, while we go to bed.
I'm tired with all the day's excitement," said Polly, trying to stifle a
yawn.

Thus unceremoniously sent about his business, Bill laughed and lifted
his cap. In another minute he was out of sight down the old cobbled
street.

Polly and Eleanor found it quite unnecessary to be rocked to sleep that
night; and it seemed but a few moments after they fell asleep before a
knock on the door of their suite roused them to action. It proved to be
a message from Bill, left at the hotel in his passing by to have
breakfast. The message told the girls the 'plane was in fine condition
for their return trip that morning.

The girls dressed hurriedly and then hastened to the diningroom to
breakfast. By nine-thirty they were awaiting their escort who called for
them shortly after they came out upon the wide piazza.

As they passed through the ancient old city of Panama they were
interested in various sights which Bill pointed out and about which he
told the prevalent legends.

After they reached the aeroplane, now waiting upon a stretch of sandy
field near the Canal Park, Bill assisted the girls to their places and
advised them to adjust their veils as he proposed making a speedy flight
in order to meet the yacht before it had gone very far on its trip
through the locks.

Soon, thereafter, the girls were looking down upon a bird's-eye view of
the old Spanish town they had just left. The 'plane followed the course
of the canal, while the aviator pointed out Gatun Lock and the big dam,
with the concrete work built on a tremendous scale. The white walls
contrasted beautifully with the sweeps of smooth, green, velvety turf
which stretched from the canal on both sides to the low foot hills of
the dark, blue mountains beyond. There were six locks in all, with the
canal between looking like an ordinary stream to the girls in the
aeroplane. And the negroes, with their mules working at the locks,
appeared like busy, black ants on the earth far below.

The crew on the White Crest caught sight of the aeroplane before Polly
and Eleanor saw the yacht; the captain saluted the fliers with a shrill
blast of the siren and attracted Bill's attention. After that the 'plane
hovered near the vessel as it made its way through the locks and finally
came out into the Bay of Panama.

Bill landed his passengers safely, and conducted them to the pier where
the White Crest was anchored.

Of course, the girls were scolded well by Mr. Dalken, who said he had
aged twenty years because of them and their escapades, but the laugh
which greeted this statement was not very sympathetic.

Finally Bill reluctantly bid the yachting party goodbye and returned to
his 'plane in order to reach the Atlantic side and the government
offices as soon as possible.

The heat during the early part of the afternoon was overpowering, hence
one and all agreed to remain on the yacht until the air became cooler.
But instead of riding at anchor the yacht circled the Bay in order to
find a breeze.

"Bill told us that whales in the Gulf of Panama were quite a common
sight, but I forgot about it until just now," remarked Polly.

"We'll watch for one to-morrow when we sail away," said Ruth, eagerly.

The sunset that evening was superb but it was difficult to say that, in
the South during that trip, there were any clear evenings without its
beautiful sunset.

Twilight swept a soft gray mantle up from the sea and covered the
shoreline from view before the party went indoors to the saloon; then
Mr. Dalken called for the attention of his friends.

"I have been studying this map carefully," began he, waving a memorandum
which he held in his hand; "and I find that there are very few decent
ports for us to make between here and Quito. Even Quito must be reached
by landing first at Guayaquil and then taking the railroad inland and
climb to the City of the Equator."

"Is there any special reason for visiting Quito?" asked Jack.

"Why, of course! Don't we all want to visit the city so famous for its
age and antiquities? Remember, Jack, you are a mere outsider on this
trip, and not one of the seekers after wisdom and adventure. Your day
for dancing and playing the gallant to the young ladies ended when we
bade goodbye to Palm Beach. Down in the towns of Colombia, Ecuador, Peru
and Chile, it will be my turn to lead in the Grand March," declared Mr.
Dalken.

"Don't pay any attention to him, Dalky," advised Polly, sending Jack a
contemptuous glance for his interruption. "He wants to be heard from in
planning this campaign, but he really does not know a thing about South
America that he hasn't heard from us!"

At this remark from Polly, Jack folded his arms as if to signify he was
through forever with girls, and sat tilted back in his deck chair, but
paying no attention to anything said or done. His associates laughed
goodnaturedly at his expression, then turned their attention to Mr.
Dalken once more.

"As I was saying a long time back, we will have to travel to Quito by
means of a shaky little airline of a railroad--I call it airline because
it evidently runs on the rim of the clouds, from all I can gather of its
construction. But it will prove to be a novel experience for us all,
especially so to me, as I prefer to keep on solid earth where railroads
are concerned."

"As your investments prove!" retorted Jack. "I've never known you to
take a flier, nor heard of you traveling in the clouds when speculating
in transportation stocks."

The laugh was now at Mr. Dalken's expense, as his friends well knew what
large railroad interests he held in North America, but no one was aware
of the fact that one of his secret reasons for coming to South America
was to examine the safety of certain railroad interests offered him
through a broker who acted for the Valparaiso and North Coast Company--a
new enterprise about to be started without delay, in order to link the
various shipping ports along the shore to the city where the
trans-Andean railroad had its terminus.

"If Jack would only subside for a short time we might be able to hear
the rest of that itinerary," sighed Mr. Fabian. "Thus far I have only a
faint idea of the outline of the first leg of the voyage."

"Are there two legs?" exclaimed Jack, instantly. "Oh! where are they? I
have never seen such a leg, and it will add to my fund of education."

Polly and Eleanor laughed at the play of words, but Nancy felt too
mature to laugh at such a childish joke. She said rather jeeringly:
"Poor Jack! 'A fool always laughs at his own wit.' Are you not aware
that 'leg' is a nautical term?"

Jack's chair-legs came down hard upon the floor, and he sat bolt upright
as he showed a livelier interest in this sparring match. "Hoh! I may not
be versed in nautical names, but at least I am not guilty of having read
the type from every one of Dalky's tomes on South America. I know of
certain young ladies who pride themselves on their geography, especially
when touring South of the Equator, who lugged those same tomes from the
shelves in Dalky's library and now shamelessly preen their feathers of
knowledge."

"Children, if you can't keep quiet and let Mr. Dalken tell us of the
proposed trip, you'll have to go to bed!" declared Mrs. Courtney,
frowning at Jack and the girls.

"Or we can take our plans and go out on deck where we need not be
annoyed by infants' prattle," added Mr. Fabian.

"No, NO! Please don't do that," cried Polly, anxiously. "We'll make Jack
keep quiet, if we have to gag him!"

"Now see that you keep your word, Poll," advised Mrs. Courtney, shaking
a finger at the irrepressible Jack.

"Then I'll continue," added Mr. Dalken. "The first port of any size
shown on my map is Buenventura, in Colombia. Since stopping at Colon,
I've heard so much about Colombia and its mediaeval customs and peoples
of the interior, that I half wish we had arranged to land at
Barranquilla, which is on the coast of the Caribbean Sea; thence we
could have taken passage on one of the wood-burning river boats that
poke along the length of the Magdalena River as far as Bogota. From that
place we would have crossed the Andes _via_ mule-train and arrived at
Buenventura to take the yacht from there on down the coast. However, we
may be able to come back by that route--that is, providing the females
and Jack are sufficiently hardened to mountain-life by the time we have
finished the Amazon River."

Everyone laughed at Jack's disgusted expression at being classed with
the "females" of the party, and Mr. Dalken hastily continued his
harangue lest his ward begin to interrupt again.

"I have been advised to keep away from hotels in the different small
towns at which we might stop to see the sights. They are miserable and
charge exorbitant rates to tourists. Also, those ports near the Equator
are insufferably hot and with no modern accommodation, such as electric
fans, fly-screens, or other conveniences. Luckily we have our hotel with
us, and we can always secure rooms on board the yacht, no matter what
undesirable conditions there may be for others not so fortunate.

"In order to have a glimpse of life in the small towns of Colombia, I
thought we might stop at Buenventura, and after doing the place, we can
continue on to Guayaquil. That is the town where we have to take the
sky-line up to Quito, commonly known as the City of the Equator. From
Guayaquil, after we return there, we will cruise on to Paita----"

"Oh, Dalky!" interrupted Polly at this moment. "Aren't we going to stop
at any other quaint towns along the coast? The lady-chaperone at the
Tivoli said that half the pleasure in touring down the west coast was to
be found in seeing the unusual ports which are seldom visited by the
fast steamers. With a yacht, she said, we were free to stop as we
pleased, hence she told us to be sure and do so."

"Yes," added Eleanor. "And she told us that many of the finest ruins of
the Incas, as well as ancient Spanish churches, were to be seen on the
mountains back of tiny towns on the coast that escape the attention of
the ordinary tourist."

"Well, she may be right, but as South America is very large, and we had
expected to visit as many of its states as possible in the time limited,
it would not be advisable to do as every stranger suggests. That is
exactly why I planned this route which would give us ample scope to turn
aside in case of our finding any place or thing we wished to visit. Of
course, the main idea in coming to South America, instead of taking that
South Sea Island cruise as Mrs. Courtney proposed, was to give the
interior decorators the privilege of visiting the Exposition at Rio de
Janeiro. Otherwise----"

"Oh, all right!" interrupted Mr. Fabian. "We know all about it, Dalky!
Don't lose time going over the same field again."

"Oh, I'm not at all keen about taking you over the field at all,"
retorted Mr. Dalken, quickly. "In fact, I believe I'll let each one of
you follow your own route and see where it lands you. As for me, I shall
use my private itinerary and sail away to seas unknown--and uncharted,
too, if I see a chance of finding any reward for such a voyage."

"I really do believe Dalky is peeved!" exclaimed Polly, causing every
one to laugh heartily at such an absurd idea.

"No, that is not the reason for his thrusting the paper away in his
pocket," explained Mr. Ashby, teasingly. "But the truth of the matter
is: Dalky came to that part of the itinerary where all those twisted
vowels and consonants occur in the names of the towns in Ecuador, Peru,
and Chile, and he dared not risk our jeering."

"For the first time in history, you are correct, my wise mind-reader!"
retorted Mr. Dalken, midst the shouts of laughter from all sides.

"I don't suppose any one present would dare wager with me, as betting is
against the law at home. But we are in South America and every one here
wagers money on horses, lotteries, and on every possible excuse to
gamble; therefore, I would like to wager that Dalky fails to follow more
than a third of that itinerary of his."

"No one would take you up on that bet, Fabian, because it is a sure
thing!" exclaimed Mr. Ashby.

Mr. Dalken got up from his chair and stood gazing at his two old friends
as he said: "I never dreamed that you both would take sides against me!
But of such ungrateful stuff is the human heart!" Heaving a dreadful
sigh he turned away and walked over to the window of the saloon which
gave him a view of the Harbor, "Hoh!" called he, invitingly. "See whom
we have out there with us!"

Instantly every one sprang up and hurried to the windows. Through the
darkness of the fast-falling night, they could just see the large
outline of the Peruvian steamer from Panama to Valparaiso.

"I wish we could get close enough to enable us to take a picture of it,"
said Polly, wistfully.

"You could never do it! It's too dark," said Nancy.

"If Dalky had the Captain turn the searchlight on full force we might
get a good time exposure of it," suggested Eleanor.

"At least you might try it," agreed Mr. Dalken. "I'll tell the Captain
to use the light when he thinks it the proper moment. Then you girls can
experiment with your cameras."

The confusion of the crowded masses on the decks of the Peruvian,
combined with the soft-coal and wood-burning engine which created a
ceaseless bang and clang of its steel parts, was most deafening to human
ear-drums; also the darkness which screened the yacht prevented those on
the Peruvian from noticing the smaller craft which rode serenely at
anchor not far away.

Suddenly the Captain on the White Crest saluted with the siren as the
big steamer started, and the hoarse blast from the Peruvian as it left
its dock instantly brought all passengers to that side of the steamer
whence the yacht was heard and seen. Many of the passengers of the
steamer had retired, but that made no difference when such a sight as a
graceful, private, oceangoing yacht was to be seen so close by.
Therefore it was not many minutes before a triple line of heads could be
seen along the rail of the rolling Peruvian.

At an unexpected moment the Captain of the White Crest gave the signal
for the powerful searchlight to be thrown on the big southern steamer.
And at that signal Polly and Eleanor focussed their cameras, and began
the time exposure of the pictures.

The searchlight made good on its name that night, for with its blinding
glare it not only surprised the rows of heads craned forward in order to
see the dancing yacht, but it also brought out those forms so scantily
dressed, or rather undressed, in their nightrobes or pajamas. A dismayed
cry rose from those thus caught unawares, and a picture quite different
from the one expected was the result.

That night, just before retiring, the girls took one more look at the
Peruvian, but it had forged ahead out of the Bay, and away on its voyage
down the coast.

Mr. Dalken had planned to leave Panama the next day, and the Captain had
been given orders to that effect; but there were several items of
shopping which the ladies wished to do before leaving for the South
American trip, hence it was past noon before they returned to the yacht.

After leaving the yacht to do their shopping the ladies found their way
to the principal store of Panama. As they stood outside and gazed at the
window display, a voice sounded at Polly's ear.

"Well! I thought you all were down off Cape Horn, by this time."

The seven heads turned on the necks of the seven ladies to see who could
be addressing them in that familiar tone. There stood Ray who had bid
them goodbye the night before.

"I suppose you are wondering what I am doing here, instead of being
interviewed by the man who has engaged me for work down here," remarked
Ray. "I can soon tell you: he will not be in his office until four
o'clock, so that gives me another day off."

"Well, we certainly are glad to see you once more," remarked Mrs.
Courtney.

"Yes; now the four girls will attach themselves to you and permit us to
do the shopping for them," laughed Mrs. Ashby.

"We can thank the custom of Panama business men for this pleasure,"
declared Polly.

"We won't lose time trying to find out who should be thanked for this,
but we will get busy and make the most of it," said Ray. Then, as an
after-thought, he said: "By the way, where is Jack?"

"He was afraid to come, because he knew he would have to carry all the
bundles," laughed Eleanor.

"Besides," added Polly, "he had to remain with Dalky to attend to some
business letters which must be mailed before we start out on the
Pacific."

"I wish to goodness Bill had not gone back to Colon yesterday. We might
have had one last jamboree," remarked Ray.

"Not afraid of so many pretty girls, are you?" giggled Eleanor.

"Say! I can stand as many more of this kind of girl," declared Ray,
positively. "Can't get too many of your kind."

"After that compliment," said Mrs. Fabian, "we are going to advise the
girls to take care of you this time, instead of you taking care of them.
Now, girls, if we go inside the store to do the shopping, will you
promise to be merciful to this one lone young man?"

"We will promise to take him to luncheon and let him eat everything in
sight," agreed Nancy with a serious face.

"And we also promise to let him pay the check," added Eleanor.

Ray now invited the older ladies to join the party, but they said that
they had no time for pleasure that day.

And Mrs. Courtney added: "Did you think we three chaperones could be so
heartless as to be present when you take your last sad farewell of these
four sweethearts?"

The young people laughed at the remark, and then Mrs. Ashby warned them
to be sure and be back on the yacht by two o'clock.

"Good gracious! two o'clock, mother? You know how slow the service is in
Panama and we won't have more than the silver and a napkin served us by
that time," exclaimed Ruth.

"Better make it three, at any rate," begged Ray.

"Very well; we will return to the White Crest when we finish our
shopping and explain why you are absent from lunch on the yacht,"
promised Mrs. Fabian.

"At the same time, tell Dalky that as long as he is saving the cost of
four big lunches, he might give us an extra hour's time on shore," said
Eleanor.

"We'll do the best we can for you," said Mrs. Courtney; "now run along
and enjoy yourselves."

Ray had been escorted by Bill the previous evening to a quaint old
Spanish coffee-house in Panama, and here he conducted the four girls in
order to give them a treat--not only a treat of Spanish cooking but also
a treat of old-time life in that old-time city. The service was of the
simplest, but the cooking was of the finest.

As the five young persons had plenty of time in which to enjoy
themselves they managed to pass an hour and a half at the table. Then
Nancy, glancing at her wrist-watch, remarked: "It is now two o'clock.
Don't you think we ought to be going back to the yacht?" Thus reminded,
Ray called for the bill and the girls prepared to leave.

A few blocks from the old coffee-house they saw Jack talking anxiously
to a Panama policeman. He had a slip of paper in his hand and was
checking off certain items which were written on this paper.

"Why, look at Jack!" called Eleanor.

"He looks as if something had happened," said Nancy.

They hurried up to his side, and Ray was about to ask him why he seemed
so disturbed, when Jack turned and caught sight of them.

"Well! you're a nice lot of friends for a fellow to have," complained
he, impatiently.

"It's your own fault, we invited you to come shopping with us," declared
Eleanor.

"Shopping, yes! but you never said a word about a good time with Ray,"
grumbled Jack. "I bet you planned the whole thing yesterday."

"People who deceive others are always suspicious of everything but
themselves," quoth Nancy.

"Leaving all of that in the past, let's make the most of the present,"
advised Ray. "By the way, Jack, what's your list of restaurants for?"

The officer, seeing that the young stranger had found the friends he had
been seeking, now walked away. Jack held up the paper which he had been
checking and showed the girls the name and address of every eating-place
in Panama, but not the old coffee-house where they had been lunching.

"See that list?" demanded Jack. "Well, I raced around to every blame one
of them the moment I heard you girls had met Ray."

"How under the sun did you know we were with Ray?" asked Polly, greatly
astonished.

"I'll tell you: you girls and Ray had not turned the corner of the
street before I came dashing around the other corner to get to the store
where you said you were all going to shop. Just inside the door I saw
Mrs. Courtney, and I was thanking my lucky stars that I had not missed
you--and this is the result."

"Why did you want us?" asked Eleanor.

"Because, Captain Blake came on deck and told Dalky something went wrong
down in the engine-room and it might be several hours before we could
start. At that, I made up my mind to have one more lark on shore, and I
hurried away to find you all."

"Now that you have found us, let us have the lark," laughed Ray.

"But now it is time to go back to the yacht!" growled Jack. "I have been
wasting the two hours hunting for you--I haven't had a thing to eat.
Let's go somewhere and keep ourselves from fainting."

"We're far from fainting," laughed Eleanor; "we have been feasting."

"You don't mean it!" was Jack's annoyed reply.

"And what's more," added Polly, "we are supposed to be on board the
yacht by three."

"Yeh, I know! Dalky called after me as I left, saying: 'be sure and show
up by three, Jack!' and I suppose I will have to go back with an empty
inside." Jack's tone was so plaintive that the girls laughed at him.

Time was passing, however, and Ray had to meet his employer in a short
time, hence he could not accompany his friends back to the yacht. Jack,
being over-eager to get something to eat before going back, it was
finally decided to step into the first restaurant found and order
luncheon for the famished young man. While seated at the table with him,
the girls and Ray could say their final goodbys and be ready to depart
with Jack when he had finished eating.

Upon their return to the yacht the girls discovered that they had missed
a bit of excitement by their absence. The Captain had discovered smoke
issuing from a small store-room back of the engine room and upon
investigation it was found that crossed electric wires had started a
small fire between the partitions. But this was soon extinguished and
quiet reigned once more.

However, this necessary electric work delayed the departure of the White
Crest until late in the afternoon, thus it was sun-down when they
finally got started on their voyage. And here we must leave them to
follow their own inclinations (and the ways of the yacht) down the west
coast. But we shall be able to accompany them on their tour by reading
the next volume, called "Polly in South America."

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