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She had put aside all concern for her own personal comfort or ease. Had it not been for her desire to shield Tunis and continue to aid and comfort Cap'n Ira and Prudence, she might quickly and quietly have left the place and thus have escaped all possibility of punishment for the deception she had practiced. Yes, had these other considerations not been involved, she would have run away!
And after the good old people died what then? Their property here on the Head and their money would no more belong to Sheila Macklin than it did now. She shrank in horror from the thought of swindling the real Ida May out of anything which might legally be hers when the Balls were gone. Of course, Cap'n Ira and Prudence could will their property to whom they pleased.
And this was the course of his thought: "Ira Warfield and Marah Rocke are here in the same town brought hither upon the same errand to-morrow to meet in the same court-room! And yet not either of them suspects the presence of the other! Mrs. Rocke does not know that in Capitola's uncle she will behold Major Warfield! He does not foresee that in Clara's matronly friend he will behold Marah Rocke!
Indeed, there was scarcely left to the sadly distracted girl another sane thought. She must leave the house before she could be further questioned. She hoped that she had said enough to exonerate Tunis. If she said more, it might be to raise some doubt in the minds of Cap'n Ira and Prudence as to Tunis' ignorance of her true reputation.
Now we opened a tremendous fire on them, every gun telling. Then the helm was put a-port, the after-yards braced up, and again we were after them. "Again and again we practised the same manoeuvre, never allowing the `Ca Ira' to get a shot at us with one of her broadside guns.
Excellent, Ira; you put spirit in your reading. One can almost picture you beneath Tantallion's towers, drawing your cloak around you and giving cold respect to the stranger guest. But why say "Dooglas"? "S-o-u-p spells soup," answered Ira loftily to my question. "Then D-o-u-g must spell doog." "I tell you it's Douglas. 'The hand of Douglas is his own," I cried.
Benjamin Franklin's picturesque and worthy republicanism was not forgotten: his plain clothes and robust sense, his cheerful refrain of ça ira, it's all right, so soon to be the song of the French republicans themselves.
But Cap'n Ira and Prudence listened with more of a puzzled expression in their countenances than anything else. It seemed altogether wild and improbable to them. Why! There sat Ida May before them. There could not be two Ida May Bostwicks! "Say!" exclaimed Cap'n Ira suddenly, after Elder Minnett had concluded, "that girl says she worked at Hoskin & Marl's?" "Yes."
"I make you a lot of extry work, Prue. Sometimes I feel, fixed as I be in health, I oughter be in the Sailors' Snug Harbor over to Paulmouth. I do, for a fact." "And what would become of me?" cried the old woman, appalled. "Well," returned Cap'n Ira, "you couldn't be no worse off than you be. We'd miss each other a heap, I know." "Ira!" cried his wife.
Pember had paused, also, and stood a little in advance of them. Her stolidity showed no anxiety; she was too sure of the result. "No," Mellony's lips framed the words with an accustomed but grievous patience, "I can't to-night, Ira; I must go with ma." "It's to-night that'll be the last chance there'll be, maybe," he muttered, as he flung himself off in the other direction.
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