The Frontier Boys in the Sierras Part 10

"I reckon it was your audacity that helped you out," said Juarez.

"Or, rather helped you in," remarked the incorrigible Jo.

"I have thought of that, as an explanation," said Berwick.

"Or, you may have resembled some High Duke or other," suggested Jim, "and that let you through."

"I'm greatly flattered," said Berwick with a slight smile. "That may have been the solution, but I have partially figured that my success was due to the odd character of my Russian friend. I discovered later that he was a Grand Duke, well known in a social rather than a political way and famous for his eccentricities. He spent much of his time in Paris and favored foreigners rather than his own countrymen, so I was probably taken for one of his French cronies.

I saw him some years later in Paris, but I did not try to revive the acquaintances.h.i.+p, but then I was not hungry." Jo was about to open his mouth to make a pun when Jim interfered.

"Don't you dare to say anything about being hampered or unhampered,"

he warned. The engineer laughed heartily. He liked the boys for their boyish qualities, which were very refres.h.i.+ng to him.

"How did you ever get down to this work?" asked Tom bluntly, "after you had been hobn.o.bbing with Dukes and living in Paris?"

"I do not believe you boys will understand me," he replied musingly, "it would not be in the nature of things that you should. I did not come down to this work, but up to it. After traveling for a great many years over the world, I got to living a very idle and useless life on the continent. But it palled on me after a while. I was in good health, and had money, but I was tired of myself, thoroughly and entirely bored. By the way, I might ill.u.s.trate this unpleasant condition of things by a high and mighty example. Did you ever hear of Charles IX. of France?" This was a question the boys were anxious to answer, just to show that they knew something besides roughing it, and to prove their intelligence to the engineer, who in a quiet way always put them on their mettle, but to tell the truth they were rather rusty on all branches of learning, but Jo and Tom were both fond of history and had read a good deal of it at odd times. Tom was the first to jump into the ring of knowledge, with the four-ounce gloves of information, but ignorance ducked his first wild swing and was thus saved a knockout.

"Oh, yes," he replied glibly, "Charles IX. was the son of Henry of Navarre." The engineer shook his head slightly.

"You are away off, Tom," declared Jo. "His mother was Catherine de Medici and Henri III. was his brother. Maybe he was the nephew or cousin of Henry of Navarre. I wish I had a history here and I would look it up."

"Partly right and partly wrong, Jo," said Berwick. "Catherine de Medici was the mother of Charles IX., whose sister, Margaret of Navarre, married Henry of Navarre. But this is the point I want to make. Charles IX. finally got so tired of the pomps and ceremonies of the court after a while that he had a forge fixed up in his palace and there he used to make and hammer out horseshoes. That," he concluded with a smile, "is why I took up my work. I was tired of useless idleness. There is a constant live interest in this business of running an engine that I like. Now I must get at it, and good-night to you."

"Good-night, Mr. Berwick," replied the boys, and made their way out of the engine-room on to the storm-swept deck, all except Juarez, who stayed to work with the engineer.

The boys separated to their respective duties. Jeems took the boy's task of stoking, Jim was at the wheel, sending Pete below to the forecastle to take a good sleep. Tom and Jo were detailed to go to their respective cabins and turn in for the night, as the old captain had rather perversely taken it into his head to stand watch on the bridge, though Jim had tried to dissuade him.

"It won't do your rheumatism any good, Captain," warned Jim. "It's mighty wet and cold on the bridge and the wind is rus.h.i.+ng fierce."

"Trying to make me out an old man," growled the captain, much aggrieved. "I guess I can stand as much as any of you boys. I've weathered many a storm in my day."

"You are tough as a knot yet, Captain," said Jim soothingly.

So it happened that the captain in his heavy storm coat stood on the bridge, while the rain swished and swirled over the tossing seas, and swept the decks, so that it was much pleasanter in the cabin than abroad, but Jim enjoyed nothing more in sailoring than to be at the wheel a night like this, guiding his craft plunging through the heavy waves in the darkness. There was a fascination about it, the obedience of the s.h.i.+p to the helm, the following of the mysterious guidance of the needle, the standing fixed against the rush of wind and rain, the familiar feeling of the spokes of the wheel, like grasping the bridle reins when riding a spirited horse, all this went to make up Jim's liking for this work.

Now being anxious for the welfare of Tom and Jo, let us see if they are safely tucked away in their little cribs. We find that they are not, so mischief must be afoot, and it is. It seems that neither Jo nor Tom were in any mood to go to sleep, and their minds were busy with the story that the engineer had told them. They felt a desire to emulate him. So they lay awake and thought what they might do to make life interesting on the ocean wave.

Tom thought of surprising the captain and Jim by making weird sounds back of the cabin on the quarter deck and robing himself in a white sheet at the same time. A most excellent plan indeed, both worthies being such timid characters. But Tom gave up the idea of this surprise for fear the tables might be turned on him and then he would get a taste of the rope's end for fair, so he had another thought coming.

The idea that came to Jo in the silent night watches was to give Jeems a benefit while he was busy stoking, but there was one difficulty here that it was almost impossible to get down into the hold without being discovered, so that plan had to be given up. Then an inspiration came to Tom.

He got hastily up, and went to Jo's cabin, which was just forward of his on the main deck. You see there were three cabins on a side; each of the boys had one and the engineer the sixth. Tom did not stop to knock, and slid Jo's cabin door noiselessly back, but the wakeful Jo heard him.

"Who's there?" he demanded in a gruff voice.

"Don't shoot. It's me, Tom," replied a low voice.

"Well, Mr. Tom, what are you doing up so early in the morning?"

inquired Jo.

"I've got a scheme," said Tom in the low voice of a conspirator.

"Let's surprise old Pete and the boy in the forecastle."

"It's dark as a cave down there," said Jo. "They will be sure to hear us."

"We will wear our moccasins," replied Tom, "and there isn't any bric-a-brac to knock over."

"I tell you what!" cried Jo, exhilarated by a sudden and brilliant idea. "Let's rub matches on our faces, when we go down."

"Same as Jim did when we were in the Hollow Mountain, and he surprised those Hawaiian Priests!" exclaimed Tom. "Gee! but you have got a good head on you, Jo. That's what we will do."

"Here's plenty of matches," said Jo. "We must be careful and not let them get too damp. Another thing, we will have to look out and not let the Captain see us, or Jim, either, or there will be something brewing."

"What do you suppose the old gentleman would do to us if he saw us snooping along?" inquired Tom apprehensively, for he stood in much awe of the captain.

"You had better stay in your little crib if you are so alarmed,"

remarked Jo.

"I'm ready when you are," said Tom gruffly.

Then they started moving silently along the deck, though the fierce wind that swept the s.h.i.+p gave them an excellent protection. Still they proceeded very cautiously, keeping close to the galley and the wall of the engine-room. Just then the shepherd's dog jumped up from the shelter where he was waiting for his master to come up from below.

He barked furiously at first when he saw the two shadowy forms coming towards him, then Jo spoke to him in a low voice, and the dog, recognizing him, lay down in his dry shelter again. But the captain was on the alert. He came to that side of the quarter deck and looked over.

CHAPTER XII

THE GREEN GHOSTS

"I wonder what made that pup break loose like that?" he remarked.

"Must have seen something unusual."

He waited for a short time looking down to the deck below, and the boys, Tom and Jo, directly beneath him, hugged as close to the wall as they could. Then the _Sea Eagle_ gave a heavy lurch, and Tom lost his grip, and much terrified, rolled to the bulwarks, in a dark bundle, but fortunately the captain had made up his mind that it was a false alarm and had gone back to the bridge.

Tom lay in the scuppers not daring to move, and imagining that the captain's baleful eye was glaring down on him from the quarter deck.

As Jo would have said if he had dared open his mouth, there would not have been any quarter in spite of the deck, but he was muzzled by circ.u.mstances. Another heavy roll heaved the frightened Tom back against Jo, who had a purchase on an iron ring. Jo grabbed him and held on.

"Stay anch.o.r.ed, you idiot," said Jo in a hoa.r.s.e whisper. "You will give us away if you aren't careful."

"Can't help it," growled Tom. "The old s.h.i.+p rolls so."

"Now is our chance, come," whispered Jo.

The next dash brought them to a temporary safe anchorage directly underneath the bridge. So far the practical jokers had rather had it put on them, for they had been badly scared and an occasional wave that came over the bow of the _Sea Eagle_ threatened the two gallant Frontier Boys with a severe ducking.