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Updated: May 8, 2025
"Now all that remains is to get our washing early and, by the way, the Frenchman promises to have it ready by six o'clock and a pack animal at Sacramento," he pronounced. "That is, if we can find one." "If Captain Sutter is there, we'll find our pack animal," asserted Mr. Grigsby. "And if we don't, we can carry our own packs," declared Mr. Adams.
The passengers on the upper deck were astir, spreading out wet clothing and bedding, to hang them from the awning and the rails to dry. Charley's father and Mr. Grigsby were talking earnestly together, but checked themselves when they saw Charley emerge, and land on deck. "Morning to you," greeted Mr. Grigsby. "Did you sleep well?" "Fine," said Charley. "Did you? What was the matter in the night?"
The rope had been cut! "I think," said Mr. Grigsby, slowly, "that we've our three friends to thank for this. Looks to me as though somebody had cut the rope and set the canoe adrift, with our men in it." "Then they're liable to be miles down the river!" "Just so, baggage and all." "We can't wait," asserted Mr. Adams. "If we wait we run a good chance of missing the steamer.
Grigsby; already the majority of the campers were stretched out in their blankets, some of them snoring; and to bed went the Adams party, also. Charley removed his boots and trousers and flannel shirt; and rolling himself in his army blanket used them as a pillow the fashionable scheme, he noticed.
People called him "Grigsby" and "Kickleberry Brown," and laughed when he twiddled his thumbs.
There was nothing better to be done than to sleep in wet clothes; and Charley, on his grass mat, was just beginning to be drowsy and fairly comfortable, and barely heard his father say to Mr. Grigsby: "We ought to pull out at daybreak, but that depends on what we can do for the captain," when the captain himself came poking up through the hole in the floor. "Hello!" he said. "It's Crosby.
If no news came by Friday this was a Monday then he should go to London and deliberately find out his lady's name and kingdom. In that case to cruise in those waters might suit his book passing well. So he asked for a few days' grace, and Captain Grigsby gave a friendly growl in reply, and thus it was settled. By Saturday he was to give his answer.
"Well, we can do the best we're able," spoke Mr. Grigsby. "I reckon we'll get thar. The river's falling. That'll help." By the looks of the water-line on the banks, this was so. Maria and Francisco made good progress, as they cunningly took advantage of every eddy.
Grigsby, whose eyes were so keen, agreed. The smoke seemed to attract considerable attention from the ship's officers, and the captain surveyed it long through his spy-glass. However, Acapulco, where they were to be permitted to land for an hour or two, was of more importance to the passengers; and landward the majority of eyes were turned.
What a foolish, foolish boy! How could he tell his father, and Mr. Grigsby? Maybe, though, he could find the papers, and then he would not have to tell. The scheme tempted him, but he decided that it was cowardliness. He had done the thing, and now he was afraid to accept the consequences. Huh! This was not playing fair with his partners.
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