Four Afloat Part 37

He broke off suddenly and together they turned toward the door which was squeaking back on its rusty hinges. In the opening there appeared a dark form which, while they stared blankly upon it, shuffled into the shed and closed the door behind it.

CHAPTER XX-WHEREIN TOM APPEARS AND THE LAUNCH DISAPPEARS

It was a strange, uncanny form which stood for a moment in the heavy shadows beside the door ere, with slow and shuffling footsteps, it advanced toward them. Some dark covering fell straight from head to feet, and of the face nothing was visible save the eyes which seemed to gleam balefully from the depths of a hood. At the throat the dancing light fell upon the fingers of one hand which clasped the edges of the garment together.

Nelson and Bob found themselves on their feet behind the anvil, although they afterwards had no recollection of having risen. Nelson edged slowly toward the forge, one hand unconsciously reaching backward for a section of the soap box. Bob held his ground and tried to find his voice, but his mouth opened twice before any words issued. And all the while the mysterious, fearsome figure in the dark drapery moved slowly, inexorably toward them across the floor, its shadow gigantically grotesque and horrible, dancing behind it against the farther wall.

"Wh-wh-who-wh-wh-what-?" stammered Bob nervously.

The figure paused, the eyes glittering menacingly in the light from the leaping flames.

"I come," said a deep voice, "I come--!"

Nelson seized the stick of wood and held it above his head.

"You come any nearer and you'll get this in the head!" he cried. The dark-robed figure seemed to pause, and Bob found his courage.

"Who in thunder are you?" he asked angrily. "What do you want here?"

"I come," began the deep voice again, "I come in three-pound, five-pound, and ten-pound packages; also in gla.s.s jars. A rubber band--"

"_Tommy!_" cried Nelson.

"_Tommy!_" growled Bob.

The robe, which suddenly turned out to be a much-bedraggled gray blanket, dropped to the floor and Tom's grinning face confronted them.

"h.e.l.lo, you fellows," said Tom. "What you scared of?"

"You, you little knock-kneed, bandy-legged, cross-eyed runt!" answered Bob angrily. "And for two cents I'd--!"

"Hold up, Bob," interposed Nelson. "It's only Tommy, and he isn't accountable for what he does, you know. Where the d.i.c.kens have you been, Tommy, and what are you doing here? How did you happen to find us?"

"I'll tell you all about it in a minute," answered Tom. "But I've got to get warm first. I'm wet through and beastly cold. If you think Bob isn't dangerous I'd like to get to that fire."

"Oh, Bob won't eat you," answered Nelson. "Come on and get dry. Great Scott, Tommy, I should say you were wet! Give me that blanket and I'll hang it up here over the bellows. You'd better take those shoes off, too; if they are shoes, that is; they look like gobs of mud."

Tom backed up to the fire and beamed humorously at Bob.

"You're an awful little a.s.s, Tommy," said Bob finally, suppressing a smile. "Where have you been?"

"Wait a bit," Nelson interrupted. "Here's my oilskin, Tommy. Take off your coat and trousers and slip this on. You'll get dry a heap quicker."

Tom followed instructions and then, with his back to the fire, which Nelson replenished with the remains of the soap box, and his hands in the pockets of the oilskin coat, he explained.

"I'll tell you the story of my wanderings," began Tom. "When I woke up on the beach-Say, where's Dan?" he interrupted himself to ask wonderingly. Nelson told him of that youth's sudden resolution and departure and Tom continued. "Well, I suppose it was Dan that thought up that joke on me. It was awfully smart-I don't think!"

"I was afraid you wouldn't appreciate it," said Bob regretfully.

"You wait till I get him!" threatened Tom. "Well, when I woke up the launch was gone and the fog was so thick I could kick holes in it. I thought you fellows had gone around the point and so I started after you. But I got into the woods and lost my way; fooled around there pretty near half an hour, I guess. Finally I found my way out and trailed across a turnip patch, or cauliflower grove, or something, and came to a golf course. I had a lovely time there. Strolled all over it, I guess, and saw all the sights-which weren't very many, after all, on account of the fog. And I got very soppy and beastly hungry. If I'd met a caddy it would have been all up with him then and there; I'd have picked his little bones quite clean. But I didn't meet a soul-except the flag at the fourteenth hole, and that was made of tin and couldn't be eaten. After a while, I don't know how long, I heard music. Thought first I'd died and got to heaven; but I hadn't. I'd only got to the Seamont Inn."

"What's that?" asked Nelson.

"Shut up and I'll tell you. It's a dandy big old summer hotel with about three hundred swells stopping at it. And palms and orchestra chaps in red pyjamas and all sorts of frills. Well, I b.u.t.ted in out of the fog with my blanket nicely folded over my arm and my feet wringing wet and no cap nor anything and strolled up to the desk. All the old gentlemen around the fireplace were staring at me just as though I was President Roosevelt."

"I can fancy the resemblance," said Bob dryly.

"Well, I asked as big as life for the manager and they sent for him. He was a nice-looking young chap and I told him who I was and all about it.

He seemed to think it awfully funny and asked me into his private office and made me tell him all over again about it. Then he wanted to know what I was after. I told him I was after something to eat, princ.i.p.ally.

So he sent me down to what they called the 'ordinary,' which is a young dining room where the nurses and kids eat, and pretty soon I was wallowing in coffee and rolls and beefsteak and Spanish omelet and--"

"Oh, hush!" begged Nelson.

"-and some sort of griddle cakes. It was fine. Afterwards I went back to the manager chap and thanked him. 'And now what are you going to do?' he asked. Well, I didn't know. I didn't feel like setting out to hunt you fellows again and I told him so. But, of course, I didn't have any money with me, not a red cent, and I told him that, too. So he said I could stay there if I wanted until the next day. But he sort of suggested that I'd better keep out of sight, seeing as I wasn't exactly dressed for a party. There was an eight-course dinner at one o'clock, although they called it luncheon, and I did pretty well, considering that I'd had my breakfast about two hours before. At the table there was a young fellow about my age and we got to talking. He was the head bell boy; 'Captain'

he called himself; and he went to school at St. Something-or-other's in Connecticut. We had a long chin and I found that the bell boys were all schoolfellows, and after luncheon I went up with him and met some of them. They were dandy fellows and I said I wouldn't mind a job there myself. So the Captain-his name was Roberts-said if I meant it he'd take me on, because they had lost two boys and hadn't found any new ones yet.

So I said 'Me for the ice-water pitchers!'"

"Well, if you're not the craziest dub, Tommy!" laughed Nelson.

"Roberts handed me out a nice little plum-colored uniform; long trousers, a monkey jacket with four thousand little round bra.s.s b.u.t.tons down the front and a funny little round cap with a line of gilt braid chasing over the top of it. And a fellow named McCarthy lent me a pair of shoes, because mine weren't fit to be seen. So I was fixed. But the sad part of it was that as soon as I got to be a bell boy I didn't eat in the ordinary. And we didn't get any of the frills. But there was enough of it; you could have all you wanted, you know. I went on duty at six o'clock. There were seven of us and I tell you we were busy! Along about nine o'clock everything began to happen at once; ice water, find the chambermaid, bring sea water in a bucket, find out why the electric light didn't work, get a plate of oatmeal crackers, find lost kids and-oh, everything! And the bell in the office was thumping holes in itself. But it was pretty good fun. And when you got to the fourth floor you could slide nearly three flights on the banister rail-if no one saw you. But along about twelve or half-past I thought my legs were coming off. They wouldn't let us ride on the elevator unless we were showing some one to his room and the stairs were fierce. They let me off at one o'clock and I couldn't wait to get my clothes off. I guess I've lost ten pounds."

Nelson hooted.

"Where did you sleep?" asked Bob.

"In the Servants' Hall, as they called it; a building back of the hotel with a lot of little rooms with iron beds in them. I could have slept on the office floor or on top of the elevator cage that night! To-day I didn't have to go to work until twelve o'clock, and I was glad of it, I tell you, for my legs were stiff as anything! They're stiff yet," added Tom, stretching them carefully as though he was afraid they might break off, "but not so bad; they've got limbered up now."

"Did they let you off early?" asked Nelson.

Tom shook his head smilingly.

"No," he answered. "I severed my connection with the Seamont Inn at exactly half-past eight. It was this way. I got a call to Room 86. When I went up there an old codger with a white mustache and a red face lighted into me for not coming sooner; said he'd been ringing for ten minutes and I was the slowest boy he'd ever seen and needed to have some of the fat worked off me. I said I'd bet I could beat him to the end of the hall and back and he got waxy about it; said he was going to send for the manager and have me discharged. I told him to go ahead. So I went downstairs and resigned before the old codger could report me. The manager chap said he guessed I wasn't cut out for a bell boy. I asked him if I owed him anything and he said No, I'd worked it off. He was very decent about it. I told him I'd be glad to pay him, though, if he thought I owed him anything and he wanted to know how. 'Thought you said you didn't have any money?' said he. I told him I didn't have any when I got there, but that I'd made four dollars and seventy-five cents in tips. He thought that was funny, too; he had a keen sense of humor for a hotel man. But he said we were square, and so I thanked him and shook hands with him and changed my clothes. Roberts was sorry I was going; said they all had trouble with the red-faced old idiot."

"He ought to have spanked you, just the same," said Bob.

Tom grinned.

"He'd have tried it, I guess, if he'd had any clothes on to speak of.

Well, I called up the hotel in New London on the 'phone and asked if you fellows had been there and they said you had and had left word that I was to come to the wharf by the ferry slip. So when it stopped raining I started to walk it; they said it was only three and a half miles. But about the time I was half way it began to pour like anything. I got under a tree for a while, but that wasn't any good and so I came on.

When I saw this light I thought it was a house. But while I was trying to find the doorbell I heard you fellows talking. I heard Bob say 'I guess I'm like Tommy.' Then I opened the door a bit and peeped in.

That's all."

"And you thought it would be a fine joke to scare the life out of us, eh?" asked Bob.

Tom nodded.