Boat after boat slid in, found its mooring1, and emptied itself of its gay-sweatered, picnicking crowd. The boats were so packed and wedged in that the “Boojum’s” people began to wonder how they could pick their way into shore with the tender.
Suddenly a speed boat shot out from the landing in front of the club house and with marvelous skill threaded its way among the moored2 boats. As it approached the “Boojum,” a tall gray-haired man, who was standing3 at the wheel, raised one hand and waved it at the group on the “Boojum’s” deck.
“Why, he seems to be coming up alongside,” Mr. Wing said in surprise.
“Ahoy on board the ‘Boojum!’” boomed the man’s deep voice.
“Come aboard,” invited Mr. Wing with a cordial smile and a bewildered voice.
“It’s Tim’s father, of course,” said Frances, springing forward to greet him. “They look exactly alike. Jane, run down into the saloon and tell Tim his daddy is here.”
But Mr. Reynolds, with a Tim-like grin that included them all in its heartiness4, said:
“Please, young lady, let me go see my boy. I’ll be up in a second and thank all of you for your kindness.”
He had disappeared down the companionway before Frances got her breath, Mr. Wing following and the rest of the crew close on the heels of their captain.
Some persons think it is an amusing thing to see two men kiss, but no one would have been amused to see the gray-haired Mr. Reynolds take his red-haired son in his arms and kiss him first on one cheek, then on the other. Tim seemed to like it and not to be a bit abashed5.
“How’s mother?” he asked as soon as he emerged from the bear’s hug his father was giving him.
“In an awful stew6 about you! When you didn’t come home that night, she threw a few fits and then, when there was no word from you, she threw a few more. The telegram that finally arrived only assured her you were as well as might be expected with a broken leg. Now she is having an awful time because the telegram didn’t say which leg.”
“Poor little Mumsy! It’s the left one, but since I don’t write or shave with my toes it doesn’t really make much difference.”
Then Tim introduced his father to the captain and the crew and the elder Reynolds by his heartiness and honest gratitude7 soon began to run his son a close race in their admiration8 and affection. It doesn’t take many hours on ship board for people to become very well acquainted and, already, the inmates9 of the “Boojum” had begun to feel that Tim Reynolds was a life-long friend.
“And these two slips of girls carried you down that rocky hill all by themselves? I don’t believe it! Let me feel your muscle!” said Mr. Reynolds, putting his hand around Frances’ biceps.
“Jimminy crickets! As hard as steel! Now where did you get your stretcher? Tell me all about it, every detail. My wife is sure to want to know everything that can be told. You say Tim was unconscious most of the time?”
“Yes, sir,” answered Frances, who, having been the one to find Tim, was tacitly understood to be the one to answer for him. “Either unconscious or light-headed, but his head was the only thing that was light, I can assure you. He said he hadn’t eaten anything for a day and a night, but he must have been breathing heavily all the time because he certainly hadn’t lost any weight.”
Then she had to tell him how she and Jane made a stretcher with their skirts and the oars10. Here he interrupted:
“What kind of skirts? Tell me what kind and what color. The boy’s mother will worry my soul out of me if I don’t find out what kind and what color.”
“Just plain khaki, Camp Fire Girls’ skirts!” laughed Frances. “The kind we are wearing now, but we must change them soon, as we always dress up a bit when we go ashore11.”
“But, my dear young lady, please don’t! I beg of you don’t change your skirts.”
Mr. Reynolds’ request was such a strange one the girls could not help laughing. His manner was earnest, but in his eyes there was a regular Tim twinkle.
“But why not?” insisted Frances.
“It is this way: you see, of course, when you go ashore it must be to our home, and I can tell you if you don’t wear those skirts out of which the stretcher was made that carried our Tim, his mother will never cease bewailing, to say nothing of Cousin Esther. Of course, you can tie them up in a bundle and let me carry them ashore, but ashore they must go. Am I not right, Tim?”
“Well, Mother is right fond of detail and as for Cousin Esther—” confessed Tim. “If you girls don’t mind—”
“Mind! Of course we don’t mind,” put in Jane. “The only thing Frances and I don’t like about going ashore is having to doll up. We’ll even carry Tim ashore as we carried him down the hill if that would help any.”
“Not me!” cried Tim. “I’ll never cease to be grateful to you for carrying me as you did, but, remember, I am not unconscious now and my leg has been set. I’m afraid you’ll jiggle it out of place. I bid for Breck and Jack12 to do the carrying this time.”
“We certainly will,” said Breck heartily13, while Jack gave Tim a reassuring14 pat on his shoulder. “I think, Mr. Reynolds,” continued Breck, “you had better send for a surgeon as soon as you get your son home. I am little more than an amateur and think an expert should pass on my manner of setting bones.”
“Certainly, young man, although I am sure you made a good job of it. What my boy would have done without your skill I tremble to contemplate15. Tell me—I think Mr. Wing said your name was Allen Breckenridge—are you related to Preston Breckenridge of California?”
“My father, sir!” and Breck’s face flushed.
“Well now, isn’t that too bad? Not that you are related to Preston Breckenridge, but that you have come into port just too late to see your father. His yacht has been anchored here for several days, but they set sail only this morning. I’ve no idea where they were going. Didn’t know they were going at all. Meant to see them again. Quite a party. You perhaps know where they are going?”
“No, sir, I do not know,” answered Breck, the flush deepening on his countenance16. “I thought they were still on the Pacific coast.”
“Well, well! California people don’t think a thing of stepping across the continent,” declared Mr. Reynolds, suddenly realizing that he had rather put his foot in it and the good looking young man who had been so nice about setting his son’s leg was evidently not on very good terms with his family.
While the general bustle17 was in process incident to going ashore and getting the broken-boned Tim ready to be carried off, Breck had time to whisper to Jane:
“You heard what Mr. Reynolds said about my father’s being in these waters?”
“Yes, I heard. Aren’t you going to try to find out where he is? Do you think the rest of your family is along? He said a large party.”
“There is no telling. Gee18, I’m glad I wasn’t one of them! I’d rather swab the ‘Boojum’s’ decks, even do galley19 work with greasy20 pots and pans to be scoured21, than have to wait on the fool girls my sister, Lorna, gathers around her.”
“Lorna! What a pretty name! You never told me her name was Lorna. You always just said ‘my sister.’ I’ve meant to ask you what her name was time and again, but when we are together there always seems to be so many things to talk about I can’t get to it.”
“Yes, honey, and there always will be. That’s what is so nice about you: we never seem to talk out,” and Breck slid his hand along the rail and covered Jane’s hand. “We don’t get much time alone, though, do we? I love the old ‘Boojum,’ love her like a sister or a nice comfortable maiden22 aunt, but I can’t say she offers a fellow many chances to tell a girl how much he thinks of her. Ummhum! Just think of Hurricane Island! I tell you that’s a great place for love making.”
“How about the little tow-headed Grays? It seems to me on one occasion they were pretty numerous,” laughed Jane.
“Break away! Break away!” called Charlie, as he emerged from below.
“What did I tell you?” grumbled23 Breck.
“But you never did tell me if you are going to hunt up your family,” insisted Jane. “Do you intend to do it?”
“Not on your life! In the first place, they have gone. Mr. Reynolds said they had sailed this morning. I am too happy to row and if the Governor and I get together we’ll lock horns, as sure as shooting.”
“Yes—but—”
“But what?”
“I can’t fancy being in the same—same—Gulf Stream with my father and not trying to see him, even if it meant having a small set-to with him when I did see him. No doubt he and I are to have some argument at our next meeting, but I am nearly dead to see him all the same,” and Jane’s black eyes softened24 to velvet25.
“But perhaps your father is different,” said Breck sadly.
“Different in some ways, but all fathers are more or less alike. I reckon your father loves you just as much as mine does me. He just doesn’t know you are grown-up, and you see my father had to let me grow up because my mother died when I was so young. He thinks I’ve got lots more judgment26 than Jack just because he can’t get in his head Jack is a man. If Jack had been a girl, he’d have realized long ago he was no longer a child. I’m hoping you are going to be friends with your father, Breck. It is a terrible thing to carry a grouch27 around, especially one against some of your own blood.”
“I know it, honey, but you don’t know what a ragging I got the last time I saw the Governor. Some day, maybe, it will come right and heal up, but the place is still pretty sore.”
“But how about Lorna?”
“Oh she is such a—such a—well, I think I won’t say anything about Lorna. I fancy she is what her environment has made her. She hasn’t had half a chance with everything on God’s green earth hers for the asking. Everybody spoils her and she has such a bunch of silly friends around her flattering her to death that it is hard for the true Lorna to come out. She was a cute kid years ago and I used to be mighty28 fond of her—she was of me too—but now—but never mind. She has changed—changed a lot.”
“Maybe you changed too,” insisted Jane.
“But she seemed to have so little sympathy for my plans and ideals.”
“Did you have any for hers?”
“But hers were so silly and vapid29.”
“Perhaps she thought yours were silly, too.”
“Well, we won’t row about it, honey. I guess I was rather superior and big brotherish when last Lorna and I met,” said Breck somewhat ruefully.
“Next time, behave better,” admonished30 Jane.
“All right, but I can’t see a possibility of any next time for years to come. When you are given to understand by your father that your room is more desirable than your company, you are not likely to do much hanging around after that,” and the young man flushed.
“Poor old Breck! You mustn’t think I’m blaming you. I am sure it isn’t your fault, but I just have such a strong family feeling myself that I can’t understand when it is lacking. I know you have it too, and so has your father—and no doubt poor little Lorna has it. You just can’t get together on it.”
And Jane began to turn over in her mind how she might help her fiancé to make friends with his family.
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heartiness
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stew
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gratitude
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oars
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jack
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contemplate
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countenance
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bustle
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galley
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judgment
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grouch
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