The ship-yards were on this side of the harbor, and presented a busy scene; for besides our own beautiful Seagull, whose hull was now nearly complete and so graceful in its lines that it attracted the wondering admiration of every beholder, several other ships were then in the yards in course of construction. It was in one of the builders’ offices that I met my father and Mr. Harlan, and while we were talking a man came in and touched his cap to us, saying: “May I speak to Captain Steele?” He was about thirty years of age, somewhat thin and lank in appearance, and would have been considered tall had he stood erect instead of stooping at the shoulders. His face was fine and sensitive in expression and his eyes were large and gray but dreamy rather than alert. Gray “I am Captain Steele,” said my father. “Then, sir, I desire to ask a favor,” was the reply. “State it, my man.” “I want you to take me and my automobile with you on your voyage to Los Angeles.” Mr. Harlan laughed, and I could not repress a smile myself. “Then I’m not the Captain Steele you want,” said my father. “This is the one you must deal with,” pointing his finger in my direction. The stranger turned, but to my satisfaction seemed in no way surprised or embarrassed by being confronted with a boy. “An automobile!” I exclaimed. “Yes, sir.” “Your request is unusual,” I said, in order to decline gracefully, for something about the fellow was strangely appealing. “We are not a passenger ship, but a slow freighter, and we are bound for a long voyage around the Horn.” “Time does not greatly matter,” he murmured. “Only one thing really matters at all.” “And that?” “The expense.” We stared at him, somewhat perplexed. “Permit me to explain,” he went on, still gazing at me alone with his beseeching eyes. “I have invented an automobile—not strictly an automobile, it is true; but for want of a better name I will call it that. I have been years experimenting and building it, for it is all the work of my own hands and the child of my exclusive brain. It is now just finished—complete in every part—but I find that I have exhausted nearly He paused, and catching a wink from Mr. Harlan I said in an amused tone: “That is an old story, sir.” “You doubt it?” “No; I mean that it is quite natural.” “Perhaps,” he replied. “You see I had not thought of money; merely of success. But now that at last I have succeeded, I find that I have need of money. My only relative is a rich uncle living at Pasadena, California, who is so eccentric in his disposition that were I to appeal to him for money he would promptly refuse.” “Most rich men have that same eccentricity,” I observed. “But he is quite a genius commercially, and if he saw my machine I am confident he would freely furnish the money I require to erect a manufactory and promote its sale. I assure you, gentlemen,” looking vaguely around, “that my machine is remarkable, and an original invention.” We nodded. There was no object in disputing such a modest statement. Really, I began to feel sorry for the poor fellow. “But,” said I, “I cannot possibly take you. We sail this afternoon and the hatches are all closed and battened down for the voyage.” “I do not wish the machine put in the hold,” he answered, with strange eagerness. “All I ask is a spot in which to place it on the deck—anywhere that will be out of your way. I will make it secure, myself, and take every care of it, so that it will cause you no trouble at all.” “I’m afraid you could not get it to the ship in time.” I looked at him in astonishment. “You seem to have considered your request granted in advance,” I remarked, with some asperity. “Not that, sir; I am not impertinent, believe me. But I enquired about Captain Steele and was told that he is a good man and kind. So, that I might lose no time if I obtained your consent, I had the machine loaded on the flat-boat.” Mr. Harlan laughed outright. Acting upon a sudden impulse I turned to him and said: “May I decide as I please in this matter?” “Of I looked at the stranger again. He was actually trembling with anxious uncertainty. “Very well,” I announced, “I will take you.” “For the two hundred dollars?” “No; I’ll carry you for nothing. You may need that extra money at your journey’s end.” He took out his handkerchief and wiped his “Thank you, sir,” he said, simply. “But I must warn you of one thing. The bark is not in what we call A-1 condition. If she happens to go to the bottom instead of San Pedro I won’t be responsible for your precious machine.” “Very well, sir. I will take as many chances as you do.” “May I ask your name?” “Moit, sir; Duncan Moit.” “Scotch?” “By ancestry, Captain. American by birth.” “All right; make haste and get your traps aboard as soon as possible.” “I will. Thank you, Captain Steele.” He put on his cap and walked hurriedly away, and when he had gone both Mr. Harlan and my father rallied me on account of my queer “passenger.” “He looks to me like a crank, Sam,” said the agent. “But it’s your fireworks, not mine.” “The bare fact that he was so anxious to go,” I replied. “He may be a crank on the automobile question, and certainly it is laughable to think of shipping a machine to Los Angeles on a freighter, around the Horn; but the poor fellow seemed to be a gentleman, and he’s hard up. It appeared to me no more than a Christian act to help him out of his trouble.” “You may be helping him into trouble, if that confounded cargo of yours takes a notion to shift,” observed my father, with a shake of his grizzled head. “But it’s not going to shift, sir,” I declared, firmly. “I’m looking for good luck on this voyage, and the chances are I’ll find it.” The agent slapped me on the shoulder approvingly. “That’s the way to talk!” he cried. “I’m morally certain, Sam, that you’ll land that cargo at San Pedro in safety. I’m banking on you, anyhow, young man.” I thanked him for his confidence, and having Uncle Naboth was waiting, too, for I found his chubby form squatting on the gunwale. Uncle Naboth’s other name was Mr. Perkins, and he was an important member of the firm of “Steele, Perkins & Steele,” being my dead mother’s only brother and my own staunch friend. I had thought my uncle in New York until now, and had written him a letter of farewell to his address in that city that very morning. But here he was, smiling serenely at me as I approached. “What’s this foolishness I hear, Sam?” he demanded, when I had shaken his hand warmly. “I’m off on a trip around the Horn,” said I, “to carry a cargo of building steel to the Pacific coast in that crippled old bark, yonder.” His sharp eye followed mine and rested on the ship. “Anything in it, my lad?” “Not much except adventure, Uncle. But it will keep me from growing musty until Spring He began to chuckle and cough and choke, but finally controlled himself sufficiently to gasp: “So’m I, Sam!” “You?” “Tired as blazes. New York’s a frost, Sam. Nothin’ doin’ there that’s worth mentionin’. All smug-faced men an’ painted-faced women. No sassiety, more policemen than there is sailors, hair-cuts thirty-five cents an’ two five-cent drinks fer a quarter. I feel like Alladin an’ the Forty Thieves—me bein’ Alladin.” “But, Uncle, it wasn’t Aladdin that the Forty——” “Never mind that. Got a spare bunk aboard, Sam?” I laughed; but there was no use in being surprised at anything Uncle Naboth did. “I’ve got a whole empty cabin—second mate’s.” “All right. When do we sail?” “Three o’clock, Uncle Naboth—sharp.” “Very good.” |