The Dodge Club Part 16

This is what makes Naples supreme in beauty. The peculiar combinations of scenery that are found there make rivalry impossible. For if you find elsewhere an equally beautiful bay, you will not have so liquid an atmosphere; if you have a sh.o.r.e with equal beauty of outline, and equal grace in its long sweep of towering headland and retreating slope, you will not have so deep a purple on the distant hills. Above all, nowhere else on earth has Nature placed in the very centre of so divine a scene the contrasted terrors of the black volcano.

Watching a chase is exciting; but taking part in it is much more so.

b.u.t.tons had made the most scientific arrangements. He had calculated that at a certain point on the opposite sh.o.r.e the other boat would turn on a new tack, and that if he steered to his boat to a point about half-way over, he would meet them, without appearing to be in pursuit. He accordingly felt so elated at the idea that he burst forth into song.

The other boat at length had pa.s.sed well over under the shadow of the land. It did not turn. Further and further over, and still it did not change its course. b.u.t.tons still kept the course which he had first chosen; but finding that he was getting far out of the way of the other boat, he was forced to turn the head of his boat closer to the wind, and sail slowly, watching the others.

There was an island immediately ahead of the other boat. What was his dismay at seeing it gracefully pa.s.s beyond the outer edge of the island, turn behind it, and vanish. He struck the taffrail furiously with his clenched hand. However, there was no help for it; so, changing his course, he steered in a straight line after the other, to where it had disappeared.

Now that the boat was out of sight d.i.c.k did not feel himself called on to watch. So he went forward into the bow, and made himself a snug berth, where he laid down; and lighting his pipe, looked dreamily out through a cloud of smoke upon the charming scene. The tossing of the boat and the lazy flapping of the sails had a soothing influence. His nerves owned the lulling power. His eyelids grew heavy and gently descended.

The wind and waves and islands and sea and sky, all mingled together in a confused ma.s.s, came before his mind. He was sailing on clouds, and chasing Spanish ladies through the sky. The drifting currents of the air bore them resistlessly along in wide and never-ending curves upward in spiral movements towards the zenith; and then off in ever-increasing speed, with ever-widening gyrations, toward the sunset, where the clouds grew red, and lazaroni grinned from behind--

A sudden bang of the huge sail struck by the wind, a wild creaking of the boom, and a smart dash of spray over the bows and into his face waked him from his slumber. He started up, half blinded, to look around. b.u.t.tons sat gazing over the waters with an expression of bitter vexation. They had pa.s.sed the outer point of the island, and had caught a swift current, a chopping sea, and a brisk breeze.

The other boat was nowhere to be seen. b.u.t.tons had already headed back again.

"I don't see the other boat," said d.i.c.k. b.u.t.tons without a word pointed to the left. There she was. She had gone quietly around the island, and had taken the channel between it and the sh.o.r.e. All the time that she had been hidden she was steadily increasing the distance between them.

"There's no help for it," said d.i.c.k, "but to keep straight after them."

b.u.t.tons did not reply, but leaned back with a sweet expression of patience. The two boats kept on in this way for a long time; but the one in which our friends had embarked was no match at all for the one they were pursuing. At every new tack this fact became more painfully evident. The only hope for b.u.t.tons was to regain by his superior nautical skill what he might lose. Those in the other boat had but little skill in sailing. These as length became aware that they were followed, and regarded their pursuers with earnest attention. It did not seem to have any effect.

"They know we are after them at last!" said d.i.c.k.

"I wonder if they can recognize us?"

"If they do they have sharp eyes. I'll be hanged if I can recognize them. I don't see how you can."

"Instinct, d.i.c.k--instinct!" said b.u.t.tons, with animation.

"What's that flas.h.i.+ng in their boat?"

"That?" said b.u.t.tons. "It's a spy-gla.s.s. I didn't notice it before."

"I've seen it for the last half-hour."

"Then they most recognize us. How strange that they don't slacken a little! Perhaps we are not in full view. I will sit a little more out the shade of the sail, so that they can recognize me."

Accordingly b.u.t.tons moved out to a more conspicuous place, and d.i.c.k allowed himself to be more visible. Again the flas.h.i.+ng bra.s.s was seen in the boat, and they could plainly perceive that it was pa.s.sed from one to the other, while each took a long survey.

"They must be able to see us if they have any kind of a gla.s.s at all."

"I should think so," said b.u.t.tons, dolefully.

"Are you sure they are the Spaniards?"

"Oh! quite."

"Then I must say they might be a little more civil, and not keep us racing after them forever!"

"Oh, I don't know; I suppose they wouldn't like to sail close up to us."

"They needn't sail up to us, but they might give us a chance to hail them."

"I don't think the man they have with them looks like Senor Francia."

"Francia? Is that his name? He certainly looks larger. He is larger."

"Look!"

As b.u.t.tons spoke the boat ahead fell rapidly to leeward. The wind had fallen, and a current which they had struck upon bore them away. In the effort to escape from the current the boat headed toward b.u.t.tons, and when the wind again arose she continued to sail toward them. As they came nearer b.u.t.tons's face exhibited a strange variety of expressions.

[Ill.u.s.tration: A Thousand Pardons!]

They met.

In the other boat sat two English ladies and a tall gentleman, who eyed the two young men fixedly, with a "stony British stare."

"A thousand pardons!" said b.u.t.tons, rising and bowing. "I mistook you for some acquaintances."

Whereupon the others smiled in a friendly way, bowed, and said something. A few commonplaces were interchanged, and the boats drifted away out of hearing.

CHAPTER XI.

THE SENATOR HAS SUCH A FANCY FOR SEEKING USEFUL INFORMATION!--CURIOUS POSITION OF A WISE, AND WELL-KNOWN, AND DESERVEDLY-POPULAR LEGISLATOR, AND UNDIGNIFIED MODE OF HIS ESCAPE.

It was not much after ten in the morning when b.u.t.tons and d.i.c.k returned. On reaching the hotel they found Mr. Figgs and the Doctor, who asked them if they had seen the Senator. To which they replied by putting the same question to their questioners.

He had not been seen since they had all been together last. Where was he?

Of course there was no anxiety felt about him, but still they all wished to have him near at hand, as it was about time for them to leave the town. The vetturino was already grumbling, and it required a pretty strong remonstrance from b.u.t.tons to silence him.

They had nothing to do but to wait patiently. Mr. Figgs and the Doctor lounged about the sofas. b.u.t.tons and d.i.c.k strolled about the town.

Hearing strains of music as they pa.s.sed the cathedral, they turned in there to listen to the service. Why there should be service, and full service too, they could not imagine.

"Can it be Sunday, d.i.c.k?" said b.u.t.tons, gravely.

"Who can tell?" exclaimed d.i.c.k, lost in wonder.

The cathedral was a small one, with nave and transept as usual, and in the Italian Gothic style. At the end of the nave stood the high altar, which was now illuminated with wax-candles, while priests officiated before it. At the right extremity of the transact was the organ-loft, a somewhat unusual position; while at the opposite end of the transept was a smaller door. The church was moderately filled. Probably there were as many people there as it ever had. They knelt on the floor with their faces toward the altar, Finding the nave somewhat crowded, b.u.t.tons and d.i.c.k went around to the door at the end of the transept, and entered there. A large s.p.a.ce was empty as far as the junction with the nave. Into this the two young men entered, very reverently, and on coming near to the place where the other wors.h.i.+pers were they knelt down in the midst of them.

While looking before him, with his mind full of thoughts called up by the occasion, and while the grand music of one of Mozart's ma.s.ses was filling his soul, b.u.t.tons suddenly felt his arm twitched. He turned.