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Updated: June 16, 2025
The college men in the front ranks were singing one song, those in the rear another, while the middle of the column was given over to an abominable medley of fish-horns, policemen's rattles and great Chinese gongs. At stated intervals the throng would halt and give the college yell. "Dolly, you and I used to do that," said Vandover, looking after the procession.
For a long time Vandover watched the boy turning the spokes back and forth, his eyes alternating between the binocle and the horizon. In the evening about half-past ten, the lookout in the crow's nest sang out: "Smoke oh!" sounding upon his fish horn. The boatkeeper ran aft and lit a huge calcium flare, holding it so as to illuminate the big number on the mainsail.
In the first place, it would be unprofessional for Geary to have an interview with Vandover under such circumstances, the story was almost too monstrous even for Vandover's credibility, and besides, Geary would not pay, could not pay twenty-five thousand for the property. This last was a serious tangle.
That was on the whole estate with the homestead, you understand? But there is another thing you must look out for. Most of the mortgages are for one year, and every time they are renewed there is an expense of between forty and fifty dollars." "Yes, I see," assented Vandover. "Now," resumed the lawyer, "here is your father's bank account.
Then the inevitable reaction followed, the slow crisping and torsion of his nerves, twisting upon each other like a vast swarm of tiny serpents; it seemed to begin with his ankles, spreading slowly to every part of his body; it was a veritable torture, so poignant that Vandover groaned under it, shutting his eyes.
In the passage he met Toby, the red-eyed waiter, just going off night duty, without his usual apron or white coat, dressed very carefully, wearing a brown felt hat. "Why, how do you do, Mr. Vandover?" exclaimed Toby. "Haven't seen you round here for some time." Vandover was about to answer when the other interrupted: "Well, what's happened to you?
It's a hard position for you, Van; it's just a chance, you know, but I thought I would give you the benefit of that chance. If you want to give me a power of attorney I'll try and sell it for you." "I guess Brunt would do that," replied Vandover. "Yes," retorted Geary, watchful as a lynx, "but they would charge you a big commission.
Oh, Van, you look dreadfully. It is too bad to make you get up so early." "No, no," protested Vandover. "I was only too glad to come. I didn't sleep well last night. I hope I haven't kept you waiting." "I've only just come," answered Turner. "But I think it is time to go in." The little organ was muttering softly to itself as they entered. It was very still otherwise.
The next afternoon he took passage for San Francisco on a second-class boat. This homeward passage turned out to be one long misery for Vandover. He had never been upon a second-class boat before and had never imagined that anything could be so horribly uncomfortable or disagreeable. The Mazatlan was overcrowded, improperly ballasted, and rolled continually.
He groped his way out upon the swaying, gusty deck, descended to his cabin, and went to bed. The Mazatlan had booked more passengers than could be accommodated, the steward being obliged to make up beds on the floor of the dining saloon and even upon some of the tables. Vandover had not been able to get a stateroom, and so had put up with a bunk in the common cabin at the stern of the vessel.
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