Jack Harvey's Adventures Part 2

Harvey went on eating. He might not have had so keen a relish for his food, however, had he known that the sleeper was not only not a mate, but that, indeed, he had never been aboard a vessel before in all his life; that he hadn't known when nor how he did come aboard; that he was utterly oblivious to where he now was; and that he had been seized of an overpowering drowsiness shortly after taking a single gla.s.s of grog with the same young gentleman who now sat with Jack Harvey in the schooner's cabin. That had taken place at a small saloon just across from the float.

Perhaps the suggestion was a timely one for Mr. Jenkins; perhaps he did not need it. At all events, he said guardedly, "Scroop sometimes opens that bottle for visitors; do you want to warm up a bit against the night air?"

He pointed, as he spoke, to a half opened locker, in which some gla.s.sware of a certain kind was visible.

"No, thanks," replied Harvey, "never."

"Nor I, either," rejoined Mr. Jenkins, emphatically. "A man's a fool that does, in my opinion. But it's hospitality along here to offer it, so no offence."

One might, however, have noted a look of disappointment in his countenance; and he seemed to be thinking, hard.

"Joe's a good sort," he remarked, presently. "I don't know why I should tell you, but it's odd how I come to know him. The fact is, when my folks had money-plenty of it, too-Joe lived in a little house that belonged to our estate, and I used to run away and play with him. What's more, now I'm grown up, I'm going to run away with him again, eh, Joe?"

The boy nodded.

Harvey looked at Mr. Jenkins, inquiringly. The latter leaned nearer to Harvey and a.s.sumed a more confidential air.

"Why, the fact is," he said in a low tone, "you might not think it, perhaps, but I'm a college man-Johns Hopkins-you've heard of that, eh?"

Harvey recalled the name, though the mere fact that such an inst.i.tution existed was the extent of his information regarding it, and he nodded.

"Well," continued Mr. Jenkins, "I'm working my way through, and my folks are so proud they don't want it known. So I'm going a trip or two with Joe and Captain Scroop, just as soon as they have a berth for me, because it's out of the way, where no one will know me, it's easy work, and the pay is high. Isn't that so, Joe?"

One might have caught the suggestion of a fleeting desire to grin, on the features of the boy addressed; but he lowered his gaze and nodded.

"Why, how many more men do you have begging for chances to s.h.i.+p, every voyage, than you have need of?" inquired young Mr. Jenkins, looking sharply at the boy.

"Dunno," answered Joe, doggedly. "Mebbe five or six; mebbe more."

"That's it!" exclaimed Mr. Jenkins, "And the wages are twenty-five dollars a month, and all the good food a fellow can eat, eh?"

"More'n he can eat, mostly," responded the boy. "They gets too much to eat."

"And when are you going to find that place for me to go a voyage-and berth aft here with you and the captain and mate, like a gentleman, and get my twenty-five a month at easy work?"

"We've got it now," said Joe.

Young Mr. Jenkins sprang from his chair, with an exclamation of delight.

He stepped up to the boy and seized him by an arm.

"Say!" he cried; "you're in earnest now-none of your tricks-do you mean it, really?"

The boy nodded.

"We've got two chances," he said.

Young Mr. Jenkins gave a whistle of amazement.

"Two chances open on the same voyage!" he exclaimed. "I never knew of that before, and just before sailing. How do you account for it-somebody taken sick?"

"That's it," said the boy.

Young Mr. Jenkins walked slowly back to his seat, looked sharply at Harvey from the comers of his eyes, and spoke earnestly.

"Say, Mr. Harvey," he said, "I'm not sure, but I believe I could get that chance for you. You played in great luck when I saw you throw that heaving line to the vessel there, this afternoon. I'll swear to Captain Scroop that you're all right, and I know you could make good. Do you know I've taken a sort of liking to you; and I tell you what, you and I'll s.h.i.+p for one month and I'll see you through. Why, they're all like brothers here, the captain and his men. We'll have a gorgeous time, see how the fis.h.i.+ng is done, come back in a month and have twenty-five dollars apiece to show for it. And then you'll have had a real sea experience-something to talk about when you get home. It's the chance of a life-time."

Taken all by surprise by the offer, and withal against his better judgment, Jack Harvey found a strange allurement in the suggestion. At no time in all his life could it have been held forth so opportunely. He thought of his father and mother, on the ocean, to be gone for six months. He knew, too, what his father would say, when he should tell him of it later; how the bluff, careless, elder Harvey would throw back his head, and laugh, and vow he was the same sort when he was a youth.

How strangely, too, events that had taken place in Benton coincided favourably with his already half-formed intention to take the chance. He recalled, in a flash, the hour of leaving there, with his father and mother, for Baltimore; how Henry Burns's aunt, with whom he had been boarding, had asked when he would return; how Harvey's mother had answered that she hoped yet to persuade the boy to accompany them to Europe; and how Miss Matilda Burns had said, then, she should expect him when he arrived-no sooner-and had remarked, smiling, that if he didn't come back at all she should know he had gone to Europe.

"It's only for a month, you know," suggested young Mr. Jenkins, almost as though he had been reading Harvey's thoughts.

Harvey sat for a moment, thinking hard.

"Isn't it pretty cold down there in the bay this time of year?" he asked.

"Why, bless you, no," replied Mr. Jenkins, laughing at the suggestion.

"Don't you know you're in the South, now, my boy? This is the coldest day, right now, that we'll have till January. And if we have a touch of winter-which isn't likely-why, there's a good, comfortable cabin to warm up in."

"Are we sure to get back in a month?"

"Joe, when are you due back here?" called Mr. Jenkins.

"Middle of December," came the reply.

"I'm most inclined to try it," said Harvey, hesitatingly.

Mr. Jenkins slapped him on the back, then shook his hand warmly.

"You're the right sort," he said. "We'll have a lark."

And Harvey knew from that moment that, for better or worse, be it a foolish venture or not, he was in for it.

"What do I need to get for the trip?" he asked. "Guess I'd better step up into the town and buy some boots and oil-skins."

A look of determination came into the face of Mr. Jenkins. It was as if he had made up his mind that Harvey should have no opportunity now of backing out.

"No, you don't need to," he said. "The captain's got all that stuff, and he buys at wholesale, and you can get it cheaper of him. Wait till to-morrow, anyway, and if he can't fit you, we'll go ash.o.r.e."

Harvey gave a start of surprise. He hadn't counted on spending this night aboard the schooner.

"Do you mean to stay here to-night?" he asked.

"Why, sure," responded young Mr. Jenkins. "Good chance to try it on and see how you like it. We'll just roll up here, and you'll swear you were never more comfortable in all your life."

"Well," answered Harvey, "I'll try it. You're sure the captain will s.h.i.+p us, though?"

"Oh, you can take what that boy Joe says for gospel," answered young Mr.

Jenkins. "He knows."