Isles of the sea; or, Young America homeward bound : $b A story of travel and adventureOptic, Oliver
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Isles of the sea; or, Young America homeward bound : $b A story of travel and adventure
Optic, Oliver
Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
“All this is very nice,” said Gregory, after the land had been
reported; “but it will be all up with me as soon as we get to Funchal.
I shall be sent on board of the vessel to which I belong; and that will
be the last you will see of me.”
“Nonsense!” exclaimed his British cousin. “We are to get you out of
this in some way.”
“How are you to get me out of it? That’s the question,” replied
Gregory. “It is not so easy a thing as you seem to imagine.”
“I don’t know just how: I had not considered that. We can’t very well
make the plan till we see the situation.”
“There is no situation about it, Phil. After the vessel comes to
anchor, I shall be sent on board of the Josephine, and that will be the
end of it.”
“Don’t croak, Dave!” protested Sir Philip, with some impatience in
his manner. “The health officer will have to see you and Clinch when
he visits the ship, just as they do in those bloody ports up the
Mediterranean, where I spent my last vacation. After that, we can fix
things all right.”
“I don’t believe you can,” added Gregory dubiously. “If we wait till
that time, it will be all up with me.”
“Not at all! I will tell you just how I will do it now, for I am
beginning to get an idea,” continued the Briton. “You are about my
size, and don’t look very unlike me. I shall pretend I have an ague,
or a cold in the head, or something of that kind. After I have said
good-by to the ladies and others, I will conceal myself in some part
of the vessel. Then you will put on my mackintosh, cap, and muffler.
You will cover your face, so that they will not know it is not I, and
get into the boat, which we will have at the steps of the gangway
beforehand. It shall be a shore-boat, and no one will know any thing
about the little trick.”
Sir Philip Grayner rubbed his hands as though he was delighted with
the ingenuity of the plan he had devised, and he thought it was very
“clever.”
“What will you do?” asked Gregory, who thought the plan might work.
“When you have had time to put yourself into a safe place, I will
show myself. Of course they will be surprised to see me; and I shall
be obliged to confess that I have played a bit of a Yankee trick upon
them.”
“Then they will know I have gone.”
“No matter if they do, after you are secure on shore. But very likely
they will find that you have gone before I show myself. I can get the
boatman to come back to the ship after he has landed you, and then I
can say that I have come on board again after something I had left in
my state-room; and I can leave something there to make it seem all
right. Of course you will take all my luggage with you when you go on
shore.”
“Perhaps that will all work very well, so far as I am concerned; but
how about Clinch?” asked Gregory.
“Oh, bother about Clinch!” exclaimed the Briton. “We don’t want him any
way. He will spoil the whole thing; and this will be a good plan to get
rid of him.”
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