The Easter vacation approached and, on account of some alterations1 to the school buildings, was made much longer than usual. Billy, however, could get little satisfaction out of even such unexpected good fortune, for letters from South America had been becoming more and more doubtful as to the chance of an early return, and one, arriving the morning the holidays began, settled the matter finally.
“Business moves too slowly in these Spanish-American countries,” his father wrote, “and what you think you can do in one day always takes you two or three. Therefore plans for one year are almost bound to stretch into two, so do not be disappointed, son, if we do not come back until autumn.”
Billy put down the letter when he had read so far and sat staring at the opposite wall. It seemed too hard to endure after he had waited patiently for so long. He picked up the page and read on.
“Your mother and I have decided2 that since you must spend another summer alone you might as well have the camping trip you had so counted on last year. Ask any three of the boys you like and make all your own plans. Otto Bradford at Mason’s Falls will be the best guide for you to take; you remember we had him two years ago. Indeed, if your Easter vacation is extended, as the headmaster wrote me it might be, you could run out to Montana and make your arrangements with Otto; that would probably be most satisfactory. You are old enough now to manage such matters.”
Again Billy laid down the paper and sat thinking. Here was the thing that, next to his father’s and mother’s coming, he had long wanted above all others. A camping trip—among those wonderful mountains—planned by himself—to include just the boys he wanted. Whom should he ask? There was—
“Come on, Billy Wentworth, or you’ll miss the train.” The shout from the hall below brought him quickly to his senses. They were all leaving for Chicago to play the last basketball game of the season; it was from there that they were to scatter3 for the holidays. He seized his suitcase, jammed on his hat and ran downstairs. He would have to decide on the way whether he would go West at once or not.
It was not unnatural4, perhaps, that a party of boys wrapped up in their own and the school’s affairs, should have very little knowledge of the bigger matters of the outside world. Lately, however, events were becoming so exciting, situations were growing so tense, that every boy, the moment he got on the train, must have his paper and devour5 the daily news. For nearly three years the war had waged in Europe, a war far too big to realize, far too distant to be very disturbing to a schoolboy’s daily life. But now war was coming near, the war with Germany that every one suddenly discovered had been inevitable6 from the first, yet for which every one had been too busy to get ready. It was the week before Easter, the season of that April session of Congress when the war-bill slowly but surely made its way through Senate and House, and the possibility of a struggle became a final reality.
The party of boys reached Chicago on Monday, and played their basketball game that evening. For a moment the victory that was so hardly but so triumphantly7 won by their team blotted8 out in Billy’s mind the memory of what was stirring the whole world outside. Yet even on the way back to the hotel he felt the thrill in the air, he saw crowds gathering9 about the bulletin boards and heard some one say, “The President is addressing Congress now.”
He went to bed clinging somehow to the obstinate10 thought,
“There can’t be war, there can’t. Things like that happen to other people, in other places. Nothing happens here at home.” When he got up in the morning the war again seemed far away. The whole party of boys was to be taken out by their hosts of the rival school, to be shown some of the sights of Chicago before train time. They all stood waiting in the lobby for the automobiles11 to come up, when the mail was brought in and some one handed Billy a letter.
It was a note from his aunt who had been spending the winter in Boston.
“I am going down to Appledore Island for Easter,” it said, “although I have never been there so early in the season before. I have a fancy to try it, and wonder whether you would feel tempted12 to try it with me. I happened to hear that your vacation is to be longer than usual, so that it would give you time to come. I admit that the invitation does not seem a very exciting one, but, if you happen to have no other place to go, you might be glad of my company, as I shall be so glad to have yours.” There was a postscript13 added,
“If you should happen to arrive before I do, and do not find the hotel ready, you could stay with Captain Saulsby.”
The first motor rolled up to the door, Billy was called for, so he stuffed the letter into his pocket and hurried out. They were swept away through the crowded streets of Chicago, where spring was already showing in the green grass and blooming crocuses of the little squares. It was even more in evidence in Lincoln Park where the shrubs14 and trees were putting out their new leaves and flowers were blooming all along the way. It made one feel queer and restless, Billy thought, as though one wanted something very badly and did not quite know what it was. It seemed strange how hard it was to make up his mind just what he was going to do.
The lake was very blue there on their right hand as they drove along the Sheridan Road sweeping15 constantly through neat suburbs, some large, some small, but all alike in one thing: that every one in the world was busy planting a garden. They passed through bits of real country with fields and meadows and pasture lands, and stopped at last before a big iron gate that guarded an enclosure full of brick buildings, wide, smooth lawns and many winding16 roads.
“They won’t let us in on account of the war scare,” said one of the boys who had brought them, “but we have to turn back here so we might as well stop and look through the gate. It is the Great Lakes Naval17 Station, where they train the sailors for the warships18. Oh, look, they’re drilling now!”
A squad19 of uniformed sailor boys came marching past, very neat with their blue coats, their small white hats, their brown legs all moving together. They swept by like a great perfect machine, minds and bodies all trained to act absolutely together for the better accomplishment20 of a common purpose. They moved back and forth21 across the green, wheeling, turning, marching and countermarching. How hard they must have worked, Billy thought, to learn to do it so well, how each one must be trying now to do his own part perfectly22 so that the whole might be perfect. It brought back to him a quick memory of the night he had witnessed the war game, of the early morning when he had watched the ships go by and had seen, if only for a moment, what the Navy really meant. From what port were those same ships sailing forth today, to play at the new war game; over what seas would they be scattered23 to guard America from a real and terrible foe24?
Then, for some reason his mind swept back to the other subject upon which he had been thinking so deeply, to the camping trip for which he should, even now, be making plans. At this very moment Otto Bradford would probably be coming out of his cabin to take the horses down to water, the sun would be bright, the thin air very cold, and the mountains all scarlet25 and yellow and brown in the strange colors that only the Rocky Mountains can show. Perhaps it would be so clear that you could see the Highlands, that circle of tremendous peaks beyond the rough brown buttes that hemmed26 the valley in, the high sky line that often was not visible for weeks together but, on a brilliant day like this, would spring suddenly into being, a vast wall of glittering white, with jagged summits that seemed to touch the very sky. The wind would blow down from the snow fields sharp and chill, it would lift the manes of the horses as they snorted, kicked up their heels and went galloping27 off down the trail. It would be good to see it all again but—
The sailors were marching away across the wide green. Beyond them, between two buildings he could see the lake, rough and deep blue on this windy morning, darkened here and there by the passing shadows of flying clouds. A schooner28 came into view, beating into the wind, first in shadow, then in sunshine, cutting the blue water in a line of foam29. She was doubtless some worn old tub of awkward lines and dingy30 sails, should you see her close; but here, with the stiff breeze to aid her, she sped along like a live thing, the bright sun changing her sails to silver. If fresh water was so blue as that, what would salt water be? If this wind could seem so sharp and bracing31, if Lake Michigan could roll in such waves upon the beach, what would it be to feel the fresh sea breeze, and to hear the surf come thundering in on the shores of Appledore?
“What are you thinking about so hard, Billy?” one of his comrades asked suddenly, breaking sharply into his dream.
Billy drew a long breath, glanced up at the clock above the gateway32 and said,
“I was wondering how soon we can be getting back to the hotel. I have to make the noon train for Boston. I think I will go East instead of West for this vacation.”
Once he had started on his journey he began to realize how truly he had longed to go back. The miles seemed to crawl, he stood on the platform and counted the white posts and wondered why they did not go by faster. He seemed to have been travelling a week by the time they reached Albany; he was utterly33 worn out with impatience34 when at last they steamed into Boston.
Having an hour or so to wait he went down to Atlantic Avenue, just to see the fish markets and the rows of schooners35 lying at the piers36, to listen to the splash of the rising tide. He found the place so fascinating that he nearly missed his train, but managed to catch it at the last minute, and sped away on the final stage of his journey.
“Rockford?” said the conductor, looking at his ticket, “we don’t run as far as that at this season of the year. We stop at Piscataqua, and there is only one train a day from there until the summer rush begins. I don’t think you can make connections; you will have to stop over.”
To wait a whole day when he was but a few miles from the end of his journey was quite out of the question for Billy. He knew that a jingling38, rattling39, two-horse stage plied40 between Piscataqua and Rockford; perhaps he could catch that. He found on inquiry41 that he could, that it would start in half an hour. In summer one could go by motor, but “it ain’t the season” was the only answer he could get to all his questions, so that he was forced to content himself with Silas Oakley and his slow and talkative mode of travel.
He walked about the streets a little in Piscataqua and stopped at a bulletin board before the newspaper office. It was the Friday morning that war was actually declared. Billy saw the notice go up as he stood watching, but observed very little change in the crowd that gathered to read that the last step had been taken. People looked a little more anxious, perhaps; more than one said, “Well, I’m glad the waiting’s over.” That was all.
At the end of the street he saw two bluejackets standing42 before the door of a little building above which a big flag was flying.
“That’s the recruiting station,” a passerby43 told him; “they are enlisting45 men for the Navy. It’s going pretty briskly, too, I hear; they have almost the authorized46 number now, so they will close the place in a few days. I’m glad our town has done so well.”
Billy walked on down to the corner where the stage was to start. He did not yet feel that the war was real; why, it couldn’t be real on a bright, gay, spring morning, with the church bells ringing for Good Friday services, and everything looking just the same as it always did. It was time for the stage to go, but the driver was telling a good story to some friends and could not be bothered to hurry himself for the three passengers who were waiting. The boy bounced about impatiently on the narrow seat and thought that the “I says” and “he says” and “then I just told him” would never come to an end.
They started at last, and a long, bumpy47, weary ride it proved to be. The woods on each side of them were green and full of flowers, the little brooks48 below the bridges were brimming full with the spring rains, the birds were all singing their best songs, but Billy saw only the road before them and heard nothing but the squeaking49 of the wheels and the creaking of the clumsy old stage. It seemed as though the drive and Silas Oakley’s conversation would never have an end; but at last both were cut short by their arrival at Rockford.
It was late in the afternoon, just the time for the Appledore boat. Billy made a breathless dash down to the landing and made it just as the gang-plank was being taken in. He hardly understood, himself, why he was in such haste to be there; he only knew that his longing50 for the place made it impossible to delay a minute. As the boat puffed51 out of the harbour he leaned back in the deck chair, content at last, since he knew that now there were no more obstacles between him and his journey’s end.
He was glad to find that it was still light when finally the little steamer lay alongside of Appledore wharf52. He was rather surprised to see Johann Happs on the pier37, an unfamiliar53 Johann dressed in best clothes a good deal too small for him, and carrying a battered54 old suitcase.
“Are you going away, Joe?” he asked in surprise.
“No—yes—that is, I don’t know,” was Johann’s rather startling answer. He had a worried, hunted look that troubled Billy.
Johann walked down to the steamer’s gangway, turned back once, then finally stepped resolutely55 aboard. Yet a little later, when Billy looked back over his shoulder at the wharf, he saw the boat steaming away and Johann sitting on his suitcase gazing after her, an odd and forlorn figure.
“I wonder what’s the matter with him,” Billy thought; but he did not have time to reflect very deeply upon the matter. He could not wait to inquire whether the hotel was open; he merely set down his bag and sped along the beach path toward Captain Saulsby’s point. He could see the red roof peeping out among the trees, he could even see some one moving in the garden; therefore he could not wait. The crooked56 old willow57 trees were a mass of new yellow-green, and a blackbird sang very loud to him as he hurried through the gap in the wall.
The old sailor was digging in the garden when Billy came swinging down the path. His pipe and a folded newspaper lay upon the bench, he seemed to be working very busily and to be talking angrily to himself. He greeted Billy as calmly as though they had parted only the evening before.
“Well,” he said, “you’ve come back, have you? I thought you would.”
His smile of welcome was a warm and friendly one, but it disappeared almost instantly. Plainly something was weighing very heavily on Captain Saulsby’s mind.
“Did you bring an evening paper?” he demanded almost at once, and took eagerly the one that Billy drew from his pocket. The announcement that war had been declared blazed in huge headlines across the first page.
“It’s no surprise,” commented the old man as he sat down on the bench to read. He growled58 with impatience because he tried to make out the smaller print without his spectacles, could not manage it, but had to take time to search through his pockets, find them and set them laboriously59 on his nose. He read greedily for some minutes, then put the paper down and sat on gazing moodily60 out to sea.
“They are recruiting for the Navy over at Piscataqua,” Billy remarked at last, merely for the sake of saying something.
“Yes,” answered the Captain; “I was over there myself two days ago.”
“Why, what for?” the boy asked in surprise.
“What for?” exclaimed the Captain. “Why, to enlist44 of course. And they wouldn’t take me; no, the fools wouldn’t take me! Here I know every yard and shroud61 and timber in every kind of ship that’s afloat. I’ve lived long enough really to learn something—and they turned me away. They’re taking boys of eighteen, sixteen even, if their parents say yes, fellows who have learned about as much of ships as they could find out from sailing chips in a duck-pond. I don’t know what our Navy means. Here’s a war coming, and a valuable man like me applies—and they won’t have him.”
His outburst was so full of wrath62 that for a moment Billy was awed63 into silence. But even the silence was thunderous with rage, so he finally broke it.
“What are you doing now?” he inquired.
Captain Saulsby put down the paper and his spectacles, rose stiffly and once more grasped his spade.
“I’m planting potatoes,” he said bitterly.
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