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Updated: June 12, 2025
Mrs. Merrithew did like the gondola; she liked everything: the spacious dark, the scudding forms like frightened swans, the sound of singing on the water, the soft bulks of foliage that overhung them in the narrow calle, the soundless hatchet-faced prows that rounded on them from behind dim palaces; and she liked the gondola so much that she asked Peter "right out" what it cost him.
Miss Howland ran to the bridge and took her father by the arm. "Father!" she cried. "You must come now. Isn't there anything in your cabin you want to save?" With a muttered "By George!" Mr. Howland dived below and the girl faced Dan. "Captain Merrithew " Oddington's voice thrilling in joyous, cadence sounded from beneath the bridge. "Virginia, Virginia, where are you? Oh, up there!
All along it had lain a pleasant substratum in his mind, and now as he tore open the envelope and read the contents, a peculiar, grim smile lighted his eyes for a second. "DEAR CAPTAIN MERRITHEW: Next Thursday we are going to have a reunion of the castaways at our house. It will be for dinner, and we have all agreed it will not be complete without the man who made this gathering possible.
"Haven't I seen you somewhere before, Captain Merrithew? Yes, yes, I have. Where could it have been? Do you recall?" "Yes," was the simple reply. "I recall. It was about two years ago, at Norfolk, when you were at the coal docks on this yacht."
Come down quickly! Don't you see we are coming alongside? And Merrithew, old chap Virginia, will you come! You are to be put aboard after your aunt. Hurry!" There was a half-note of proprietorship in his voice. As the girl turned to leave, Dan gave the wheel to Terry and ran to the deck with a speaking-trumpet in his hand.
"I had just come out on deck," she said, "because somehow I was getting nervous I wanted to be to be near the Captain." She smiled. "I heard you talking through the speaking-tube; I didn't mean to listen pardon me; I couldn't help it. We're in danger, then, are we? Don't hesitate to answer truthfully, Captain Merrithew." "Why," replied Dan, "we steady there, Mr.
Dan was smiling as he spoke; but the girl, whose eyes had fallen beneath his steady gaze, was aware that no jest underlay his light words. By no means could she construe what he had said into impertinence, but she did feel he was presuming upon the kindly attention she had paid him. "Captain Merrithew," she said at length, "I have been thinking.
He had tried that once, and had hit upon the excellent device, in face of the outrageous prices proposed by the dealers, of having them settle upon what they would like and sending Luigi back to bargain for it. All of which would have gone very well if Mrs. Merrithew, in the delight of his amazing success, had not gone back to the shop the next day to duplicate his purchases.
After the guests had gone, Virginia, her father, and Mrs. Van Vleck sat for a few minutes in a small apartment between the drawing and dining rooms. The girl's eyes were bright. "Well, father, I actually believe you could have knocked me down with a feather to-night." Mr. Howland drew his cigar-cutter from his pocket and slowly inserted the end of a perfecto. "I suppose you refer to Merrithew."
It was but momentary, however, for Mr. Howland joined the party behind the deck-house. "Oh father!" cried the girl, "I feared you were hurt. Why doesn't Captain Merrithew stop the boat and leave the bridge? Surely his life and those of his men there are of more value than your interests in Blanco!" "I told him to stop, to throw ourselves upon the protection of our flag," and Mr.
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