"Oh, you blessed daddy," cried Eleanor, her arms around his neck. "When can you start? I will help mother find your summer clothes in the attic, and pack the little black trunk. You are going to the tropics, you know." "There is no hurry, my young fly-away. Matters are not in shape to go at a moment's notice." He was not as deliberate as his words indicated. On the way to the coal office he bought a New York newspaper and turned to the shipping advertisements. A steamer was scheduled to sail direct to Colon that very afternoon at five o'clock, and there would be no more departures for several days. Mr. Goodwin wore a hopeless air. It seemed utterly out of the question for him to take this steamer, although a train connection from Wolverton would enable him to reach the wharf by four o'clock. Unreconciled to the delay, he entered the coal office and listlessly took the ledgers and journals from the safe. His employer, an elderly Irishman with a rough tongue and a reputation more or less ungodly, halted while passing the desk and inquired: "What's been on your mind for the last couple o' days, Mr. Goodwin? You've been hoppin' in and out of here like a distracted flea. Anything wrong with th' strappin' lad that went sailin' off to make his forthune? Has he been forgettin' to write to ye? 'Tis the way of 'em. I raised five meself." This solicitude was unexpected, and Mr. Goodwin stammered in surprised tones: "Why, thank you. Yes, I am greatly concerned about Walter." "Tell me about it," demanded the other. "Has he got himself into a scrape, or can't ye get anny word from him at all?" The father explained matters, and the shrewd, leathery countenance of his employer expressed lively interest as he commented: "Thim Spaniards is a queer lot. I mistrust 'em on gineral principles. One of me own boys fought agin 'em in the war, tho' he was fightin' typhoid-fever germs at Tampa durin' the whole of his enlistment. Annyhow, ye ought to go down there right away an' look after your boy. 'Tis the proper thing to do. Ye have no lads to spare." "I hope to be able to arrange to go, but--but I expected to consult with you--" began Mr. Goodwin. "You need not worry about your job, if that's what you're drivin' at," exclaimed the old man. "'Tis not much of a job, but it will be here when you come back. As ye know, keepin' my books is no great undertakin' an' I pay what it's worth. It would go agin me principles to pay more. Have you enough ready money to finance th' journey? I hope ye will have two fares to pay comin' back." "Well, I haven't the funds just at present, but I may be able, in a few days, to secure----"