The Dust of Conflict Part 7

The girl did very little to repulse him, in fact scarcely more than lift her eyes, but Tony's arm fell to his side. Then she smiled somewhat curiously. "Don't make too determined an effort to convince me," she said. "I should not like to believe you."

She went out, leaving Tony alone with a horror of himself. He realized that there could be no turning back now. He must go on by the path he had taken, and standing with hand clenched on the mantle he groaned a little.

V - APPLEBY MAKES A FRIEND

IT was blowing a moderate gale, and the "Aurania," steaming at full speed into it, rolled viciously. A half-moon shone out low down beneath wisps of whirling cloud, and the big black seas shook their frothing crests high aloft against the silvery light as they swept in long succession out of the night. The steamer met them with dipping forecastle from which the spray blew aft in clouds, lurched and hove her streaming bows high above the froth, rolled until one rail seemed level with the sea, and slid down into the hollow, out of which her head swung slowly up to meet the onslaught of the next. Bitter spray was flying everywhere, her decks ran water; but it was only between foremast and forecastle head she s.h.i.+pped it in cascades, and little groups of pa.s.sengers stood where they could find shelter. They had finished their dinner with some difficulty, and because the vessel rolled so that it was not an easy task to keep one's seat or footing had found their attempts to amuse themselves below a waste of effort.

Bernard Appleby stood a little apart from one group of them under the lee of a deck-house. Tony had lent him fifty pounds, and he had taken the cheapest berth obtainable which would permit him to travel saloon.

This was apparently a reckless extravagance, but Appleby had inherited a certain shrewdness from his father, who had risen from the ranks, and decided that the risk was warranted. He would, he told himself, certainly make acquaintances, and possibly a friend, during the pa.s.sage, while he knew that the majority of those who travelled by those vessels were Americans who had acquired a competence by commerce, and could therefore direct him how to find an opening for his energies if they felt inclined. He had already made the acquaintance of five or six of them, and acquired a good deal of information about the great Republic, which did not, however, promise to be of much use to him.

Still, he was by no means dejected. Bernard Appleby had a good courage, and there was in him a longing for adventure which he had hitherto held in check. He knew that the gates of the old life were closed against him, but this caused him no regret, for he had not the least desire to go back to it. Indeed, he wondered how he had borne the monotonous drudgery he detested, and practised an almost Spartan self-denial so long, and it was with a curious content he looked forward into the night over the plunging bows. The throb of hard-driven engines, roar of wind, and crash of shattered seas that fell back seething from the forecastle, stirred the blood in him. It all spoke of stress and effort, but there was a suggestion of triumph in it, for while the white-crested phalanxes arrayed themselves against her the great s.h.i.+p that man had made went on, battered and streaming, but irresistible. Appleby felt that there were in him capacities for effort and endurance equal to those of other men who had fought their way to fortune, if he could find a field for them.

Then he became interested in his companions. There were two women among them, and he could see the figure of one silhouetted against the blue and silver of the night when the steamer rolled. It was a dainty figure in spite of the big cape that fluttered about it; while the loose wisps of hair that blew out from under the little cap in no way detracted from the piquancy of the half-seen face and head. Appleby recognized the girl as Miss Nettie Harding, whom he sat opposite to at the saloon table.

"Keep a good hold, Miss Harding!" said one of the men beside her. "This boat is trying to roll her funnels out of her, and it seems to me quite possible for one to pitch right over the rail."

The girl's laugh reached Appleby through the roar of the gale, as she stood, poised lightly, with one hand on the guardrail that ran along the deck-house, and the deck slanting like a roof beneath her, while the white chaos of a shattered sea swirled by, as it seemed, directly beneath her. Then she fell against the deck-house as the steamer rolled back again until her streaming plates on that side were high above the brine, and a woman said, "Can't you be careful, Nettie?"

There was a crash beneath the dipping bows, a great cloud of spray whirled up, and a man's voice said: "Hold on, everybody! She has gone slap into an extra big one."

There was a few seconds interval while the wet deck rose up before the roll began, and then the "Aurania" swung back with a vicious jerk.

Appleby heard a faint cry, and saw Miss Harding reel away from the deck- house. The sea lay apparently straight beneath her, with the steamer's slanted rail a foot or two above it. Almost simultaneously he sprang, and felt the girl's shoulder under his hand. How he span her round and thrust himself behind her he did not know, but next moment he struck the rail a heavy blow, and the girl crushed him against it. He afterwards decided that they could scarcely have fallen over it; but that fact was not apparent just then, and flinging himself on hands and knees he dragged the girl down with him. As he did so two of her companions came sliding down to their a.s.sistance, and the four glissaded back to the deck-house amidst several inches of very cold water as the following roll began. Appleby helped Miss Harding to her feet, and into the lighted companion, where she turned to him, flushed, gasping, and dripping, with a grateful smile.

"That was awfully good of you," she said. "I should have been hurt against the rail, anyway, if you hadn't got in front of me. But your face is bleeding. I hope I didn't hurt you."

Appleby said he was not hurt in the least, though his shoulder felt unpleasantly sore; and leaving her with an elder lady who came in with the rest he hastened to his state-room, where he struggled into dry clothing, an operation which is not altogether simple on board a rolling steamer. There was also a lacerated bruise on his forehead which required some little attention, and while he was occupied with it a man who tapped upon the door came in. He was apparently of middle age, and had a shrewd, lean face, with blue eyes that had a twinkle in them. He sat down and waited until Appleby turned to him. Then he held out a card.

"I guess you will know my name, but there's my address. Put it in your wallet," he said.

"Mr. Cyrus P. Harding," said Appleby. "What can I do for you?"

The man laughed pleasantly. "That is rather what I should ask you.

Anyway, I want to thank you for the help you rendered my daughter."

Appleby made a little whimsical gesture. "The conventional answer fits the case. It was nothing, sir."

"Well," said Harding dryly, "it would have been a good deal to me if my girl had gone out over the rail."

"I don't think that could have happened."

Harding nodded, but the twinkle snowed more plainly in his eyes. "I don't either, but I guess you were not quite sure of it then, and there are men who would have made the most of the thing. I understand you got between her and the rail, anyway, and that is what gave you the bruise on the head."

"I'm glad I had so much sense. I have, however, had more serious bruises, and may get them again. I hope Miss Harding is none the worse."

"No," said Harding. "She seems quite pleased with herself. It's an adventure, and she likes them. She will thank you to-morrow, and I don't want to intrude on you. Still, you haven't told me what to call you, and I hope to see more of you."

Appleby was a young man, and the fall against the rail had shaken him, or his answer would have been more prompt and decided.

"Walthew Broughton," he said.

Harding, he fancied, looked at him curiously, and then smiled as he went out; but there was a trifle more color than usual in Appleby's face when he took up the card. It bore a business address in New York, but there was written across it, apparently in haste, "Sonoma, Glenwood, Hudson River."

"I wonder if that has any special significance," he said. "I will not force myself upon the man, but it's quite evident I can't afford to stand off if he means to be friendly."

He met Miss Harding on deck next morning, and she graciously allowed him to find her a chair, pack her wraps about her, and then sit close by talking to her for half an hour, which he had cause for surmising excited the indignation of other pa.s.sengers. He found her vivacious, witty, and almost astonis.h.i.+ngly well-informed, for Nettie Harding had enjoyed all the advantages the great Republic offers its daughters, and these are many. Still, he knew that it is a mistake to overdo anything, and, though Miss Harding still appeared contented with his company, took himself away when two or three of her feminine companions appeared. They had questions to ask and Nettie Harding laughed.

"Then the Englishman can talk?" said one.

"Yes," said Nettie Harding reflectively, "he can. Still, he's sensible, and doesn't say too much. I'm rather fond of those quiet men. There was another point that pleased me. He didn't hang about where he would be sure to meet me, and then appear astonished when what he expected happened, as some men would have done, but waited until I walked up to him."

"After all, he only picked you up off the deck. There was really no danger; and I would like to have kodaked you holding on to each other.

In daylight it would have made quite an amusing picture."

"Anyway, I must have hurt him, because he put himself between the rail and me," said Nettie Harding. "You see, I do weigh something, though I'm a good deal lighter than you are, Miriam."

Miriam, whose proportions were not exactly sylph-like, appeared slightly nettled, but the others laughed.

"He is quite good-looking," said one of them. "Now, such a send-off would make a good beginning for a romance. Quite sure you don't mean to fall in love with him, Nettie? No doubt he's poor but distinguished, or he wouldn't be coming out to us."

Miss Harding smiled, but there was a trace of softness in her eyes, which were of a fine deep tint of blue. "I don't think so, and there is a difficulty. I'm in love already-with the man I'm going to marry."

A girl who had not spoken nodded sympathetically, for she knew the story of Nettie Harding's engagement to an officer of the United States navy who was far from rich.

"This year-next year, Nettie?" she said.

Miss Harding smiled a little. "This one's nearly through, and I'm going to Cuba early in the next."

"Cuba can't be a nice place just now, with the patriots and filibusters running loose all over it," said the girl called Miriam. "What do you want to go there for?"

"My father's going. He has a good many dollars planted out there, and I fancy he is getting anxious about them. I quite often go round with him; and Julian will be away in the Bering Sea."

She rose, for a cold wind still swept the sun-flecked Atlantic; but she spoke to Appleby at lunch, and also at dinner that evening, after which her father carried him off to the smoking-room. There was a considerable difference between their ages and views of life, but a friends.h.i.+p that was free alike from patronage or presumption sprang up between them in spite of it. Cyrus Harding was an American, and what is usually termed a self-made man, but he did not attempt to force his belief in himself and his country upon everybody else, though it was sincere enough. He was typically lean in face and frame, but his dress was as unostentatious as his speech, and he wore no diamonds, which are, indeed, not usually displayed by men of substance in his country. The little glint in his keen blue eyes, together with the formation of his mouth and chin, however, hinted that he possessed a good deal of character.

Being a man who noticed everything, he was quite aware that Appleby spent at least an hour in the aggregate in his daughter's company every day, and said nothing. Nettie was, he knew, a very capable young woman, and Appleby, he fancied, a gentleman, which was, in the meanwhile, sufficient for him. A friends.h.i.+p may also be made rapidly at sea, and on the seventh day out he asked Appleby a question. They were leaning on the rail together cigar in hand while the s.h.i.+p rolling her mastheads athwart the blue swung with an easy lurch over the long smooth heave of s.h.i.+ning sea.

"What is bringing you out to our country?" he said.

Appleby laughed. "What I expect is quite the usual thing. The difficulty of getting a living in the old one."

Harding looked him over. "Army too expensive?"

Appleby flushed a little. "I have never been in it, though I think I was meant for a soldier."

"One can't always be what he was meant for," said Harding, with a little dry smile. "It's a general belief among young men in my country that they were specially designed for millionaires, but only a few of them get there. Got any dollars?"