CHAPTER X. THE HOPED FOR MESSAGE.
Each morning when Rilla had finished her task of "swabbing decks," asCaptain Ezra called it, and had put the kitchen and small bedrooms intoshipshape (there were no other rooms in the lean-to adjoining the light),she would stand in the open door gazing out across the harbor, waiting,watching for what she barely confessed to herself. But on the third dayher anxiety concerning her new friend's condition overcame her timidityat broaching the subject and after breakfast she ventured: "Grand-dad,will yo' be cruisin' to town today?"
The old man shook his head. "No, Rilly gal," he replied, "I wasn'tplannin' to. Yo' don' need 'nother hair ribbon, do yo', or----" He hadbeen filling a lantern as he spoke, but suddenly he paused and looked up."Sho, now, fust mate, are yo' prognosticatin' 'bout that city chap?"
He arose and looked out across the water, shading his eyes with his bigleathery hand.
"I reckon 'tis mos' time for Lem to be lettin' us know how things arecomin'. I sartin do hope the young fellar is navigatin' that frail craftof his into smoother waters. 'Pears like Doctor Lem ought to----"
He said no more, for the girl had suddenly clutched his arm as she criedexcitedly: "Look yo', Grand-dad! I'm sure sartin there's little Solputtin' out from the wharf in that Water Rat boat o' his. Now he'sdippin' along and scuddin' right this way."
"Yo-o! I reckon he has a message for us. More'n like, Uncle Lem issendin' him."
The two gazed intently at the small boat, which did indeed seem to beheaded directly for Windy Island. Rilla, her heart tripping,unconsciously held tighter to the arm of the old man.
"Pore little girl," he thought, "was she that lonesome for youngcompany?" He sighed and placed a big hand over the slender brown one. Hefelt the tenseness of the girl's arm. "Grand-dad," she said tremulously,"what if the message is that Gene Beavers has died. I reckon 'twould beall my fault. I'd ought to have brought him right up to the house an'tol' you straight out just what had happened."
Anxiously they watched the oncoming boat. The wind, which had been fitfulall the morning, dwindled to the softest breeze, then a calm settled overthe harbor and the sail of the Water Rat flapped idly.
"Why don't little Sol row?" Muriel exclaimed impatiently. Then, eagerly,"Grand-dad, may I go out in the dory an' meet him? May I?"
"No use to, Rilly gal. The wind's veered an' thar goes Sol now on a tack.Yo' can't be rowin' zigzag all over the harbor." Then, as the boy seemedto be leisurely sailing away from the island, the old man stooped andpicked up his lantern.
"Sho, fust mate," he said, "I reckon we're 'way off our bearin's. LittleSol wa'n't headin' this way, 'pears like. Just cruisin' about aimless,like he often does."
The girl also decided that this was the truth, and so she went indoors toprocure the week's mending. When she returned to the armchair outside thelighthouse she saw that the Water Rat was scudding over the dancing wavesin quite the opposite direction.
Captain Ezra had climbed the tower. Rilla seated herself and soon herfingers flew as she sewed a patch upon a blue denim garment, while herthoughts returned to Gene Beavers. She recalled that he had looked frail,but she had supposed his paleness was due to the fact that he lived inthe city. Too, she realized that she had been hoping for days that DoctorWinslow would send a message telling her that Gene Beavers was sitting upand that she might visit him, for, wonder of wonders, her grand-dad hadsaid that she might go.
Looking up from the garment a few moments later, her glance again sweptover the gleaming waters of the harbor. The Water Rat was nowhere to beseen. Alarmed, the girl sprang to her feet and ran to the top of thesteep flight of steps leading down to the shore. Her anxiety was quicklychanged to joy, for clattering up toward her was the freckle-faced boy,and a grin of delight spread over his homely features when he saw her.
"Rilly, look't that, will yo'?" he sang out as he held up a silverdollar. "Made it as easy as sailin'. Yo' couldn't guess how, I bet. Couldyo' now?"
The girl shook her head and then listened eagerly, breathlessly, hopingthat in reality she did know. Nor was she wrong.
"Well," the boy confided, "that city guy that's up to Doc Winslow's, he'twas guv it to me, if I'd fetch a note over to Windy Island and hand itto Cap'n Ezra and to no one else, says he."
Rilla's eyes shone like stars. Running to the door at the foot of thespiral stairs that led up to the light, she shouted: "Grand-dad! Yo-o!Are yo' a-comin' down or shall we come up? Little Sol's here an' he's gota message for yo'."
"Sho now, is that so? I snum yo' was right, arter all, in yercalcalations, Rilly gal," the beaming old man said as he descended thecircling flight of stairs. "What's in the message that Lem sent? Is thecity fellar----"
"We dunno," Muriel interrupted. "'Twas Gene Beavers himself as sent thenote and he said as it was to be given to no one but just yo'."
The old sea captain was pleased. The boy was square and aboveboard, thatwas evident. "Wall," he said as he reached the ground, "little Sol, histup the message."
The small boy thrust his hand in one of his pockets, but drew it empty."Jumpin' frogs!" he ejaculated. "If I didn't go an' change my jacketarter the city guy give me that letter. I reckon as how I'll have to goback arter it." But suddenly his expression changed and he beamed up atthem. "By time, I rec'lect now! I stowed it in here for safe keepin'." Ashe spoke he removed his cap and took the note from the ragged lining. Hehanded the envelope to the captain and then started running toward thesteps leading to the beach, but the old man recalled him. "Ho, thar,little Sol, lay to a spell. I reckon there may be an answer to go ashorewith you."
The boy returned slowly and the girl eagerly watched the captain as heread the message which the note contained. Muriel knew by the expressionin her grandfather's face that the old-time struggle was going on in hisheart, but it didn't last long.
"Is Gene Beavers a-sittin' up?" the girl asked.
"'Pears like he is," Captain Ezra said as he folded the note and placedit in his pocket. "Lem's writ for you to cruise over to town with littleSol and stay a spell."
Muriel's face shone, but, after glancing at the sun, she inquired:"Wouldn't I better wait till arter mid-day? Who'll be fryin' the fish andpertaters for yo', Grand-dad?"
The old man's heart rejoiced, for his "gal" was really thinking of himfirst, after all, but his hearty laughter pealed out as he replied: "Whenyo' was a little un who'd yo' s'pose fried cod for the two of us if'twa'n't me? I was steward o' the lighthouse craft long afore yo' signedarticles to sail along as fust mate."
Impulsively the girl threw her arms about the neck of the old man andkissed his leathery cheek. She took this opportunity to whisper into hisear: "Yo're that good to me, Grand-dad! I'll never be leavin' you, never,never, never!"
Instinctively the girl knew what was in the thought of the old man.Little Sol was eager to return to the mainland that he might display tohis mother the first silver dollar that he had ever earned and so thehappy girl climbed to the little room over the kitchen and put on whather grand-dad called her "Sunday riggin's." She hesitated just a momentbetween the red hair ribbon and the green, then choosing the latter, shepeered into the broken bit of mirror to tie it as best she could on herred-brown hair. Then seizing her flower-wreathed hat by its strings, downthe stairs she skipped. Shags, sensing the holiday spirit that was in theair, barked joyfully when she appeared and was quite crestfallen when hewas told that he must stay and help grand-dad guard the light.
The old man stood at the top of the steps and swung his cap when Muriel,sitting in the stern of the Water Rat, turned at the first buoy and wavedto him.
In the heart of Captain Ezra, for the second time in many years, therewas a prayer that the One at the helm might guide his "gal" aright.
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