CHAPTER II--BARNEY'S STORY
"Well, Oi nivver saw th' loikes av this!" exclaimed Barney, inamazement. "It's loike bein' back at Fardale ag'in."
"You pet my poots!" grinned the Dutch boy. "Id makes me think der timeuf dot Hodge vos hazed der oldt poathouse in. You tidn't like dot somuch as you might, eh, Partly?"
"I can't say that I ever took to hazing much," confessed Hodge, wholooked moody and worried.
"Yaw, dot vos der trute. Dot vos der nighd ven I sing dot peautiful hymncaldt 'Bull For der Shore.' I remember me dot song. Id vent someding disa vay:
"Bull vor der shore, sailor, bull vor der shore, Ged indo dot lifepoat, undt ged der roof off, Shbit on your handts, sailor, undt let her rip, Uf you dond'd prace up, you ged left alretty yet."
Dunnerwust roared forth the song as loudly as he could, and Frankhastened to stop him, laughing as he said:
"Good gracious, Hans! this is no menagerie! It is a first-class hotel,and we'll be fired out if we make such unearthly noises in the rooms."
"I don'd toldt you so?" exclaimed the Dutch boy in surprise. "Don'd derbeople der hodel in abbreciate goot musicks?"
"Possibly they do when they hear it."
"Vell, oben der toor und gif um der chance uf their lifes. I vos goin'to sing again alretty soon."
"If you try it, I'll throw you out of the window!"
Diamond gave a sigh of relief.
"Talk about a Chinese orchestra!" he muttered. "There are other thingsquite as bad."
Hans looked sad.
"I vos afraidt mein voice vos not abbreciated," he said. "Id vos hardtven a veller feels so goot he vants to varble like der pirds und derfriendts uf him von't gif him a shance. Oxcuse me vile I shed a tear.Vill somepody lent me an onions?"
"Oi'm glad ye've got somebody to hold ye down, ye Dutch chaze," grinnedBarney. "It's mesilf has been unable intoirely to kape th' Dutchmonshtill, Frankie. It's in danger av bein' arristed he has put us twintytoimes a day."
"What I want to know," said Frank, "is how it happens that I find youtwo together here in San Francisco."
"Vale," said Hans, "I comes me oudt here to visit mein cousin, Fritz,undt I runs me acrost Parney."
"But, Barney, the last I knew of you you were in London with your SisterBridget. I didn't suppose you were in America."
"It's an accidint Oi'm here at all, at all," averred the Irish lad. "An'it's yesilf thot'll be moighty interisted whin Oi tells yez how thotaccidint happened."
"Yah," nodded Hans; "he vos sure to trop deat ven you toldt him derodder berson of dot vas San Vrancisco in."
"I am getting intensely interested already," said Frank. "Go ahead,Barney, and tell the story. We'll all sit down and listen."
"Excuse me if I lie down," murmured Browning, as he stretched hismassive frame on a couch. "I am troubled of late with that tiredfeeling."
"Vot you took vor him?" asked Hans, anxiously. "I'd vos tangerous venyou let him go und don't took nottings."
"The best thing I have found to take for it is a rest."
"Do you know why the Chinese make such good actors?" asked Rattleton.
"You toldt me dot."
"All right. They make good actors because they never forget their cues."
"Yah! yah! yah!" cackled Toots, the colored boy, who had been keepingstill and remaining in the background. "Land ob watermillions! dat boyRattletum cayan't help sayin' dem fings. It jes' comes nacheral wif datboy."
"Meester Raddleton must haf peen eatin' eggs," observed Hans, soberly."He vos full uf yokes."
Toots stared at Hans, and then, suddenly seeing the point, he had a fit.He laughed till Frank threw one of Browning's bicycle shoes at him. Theshoe struck the colored lad and knocked him off his chair to the floor.He picked himself up and sat down without a word, looking sad andsubdued.
"Now, Barney," said Frank, gravely, "be good enough to go on with yourstory. I think we have quieted the menagerie."
"Begorra! Oi nivver saw such a crowd as this in all me loife," declaredthe Irish lad. "It's a jolly ould party it is."
Then he began his story:
"It's nivver a bit av money could Oi make in London, an' so, whin Oi gota chance to go to Australia wid a foine gintlemon thot gave me a job onhis ranch, Oi shnapped it up quicker thin ye could wink th' two oies avyes.
"But afther Oi got there Oi didn't loike the place a great dale. It wurtoo fur away from anything at all, at all, an' it's lonesome Oi got; soOi wint to th' gintlemon an' told him. It's a foine splindid mon he wur,fer he said to me, sez he, 'Barney, me b'y, it's sorry Oi am to have yezgo, but Oi don't want to kape ye av' ye're lonesome an' homesick.' Widthot he wur afther givin' me a roll av money thot he said Oi could payback av Oi ivver got th' chance, an' Oi packed me hooker an' shtartedfer Sydney.
"It's a roight shmart town thot same Sydney is, as ye know yersilf,Frankie, fer it's goin' there ye wur th' last toime Oi saw yez. Oi wurmoighty intheristed in that place, an' wan day who should Oi mate roighton th' strata but---- Oi'll bet ye can't guess in a thousan' years,Frankie."
"Yah," nodded Hans; "he don'd peen aple to guess in zwei t'ousan' year."
"Then I will not try," said Frank. "Who was it that you met, Barney?"
"It wur th' girrul ye used ter be so shtuck on at Fardale, me b'y."
"What, not--not----"
"Inza Burrage!"
"Yah, Inza Porrige," grinned Hans.
Inza Burrage was a young lady of whom Frank had been very found informer days, and she still held a warm corner in his heart.
"Goodness!" cried Frank. "Inza--in Australia?"
"Sure she wur, me b'y. Ye know th' last toime ye saw her she wur wid herfayther, an' th' ould gintlemon wur thravelin' fer his hilth on th'continent."
"Yes, yes."
"They wint to Italy."
"Yes."
"It wur there that Misther Burrage met Lord Stanford."
"Who is Lord Stanford?"
"An Inglish gintlemon wid more money than brains."
"Und he vos nod der only bebble on der peach," put in Hans.
"What about him? How does he come into the Story?" asked Frank.
"He made love to Inza, me b'y."
"Made love to her? Why, she is nothing but a little girl."
"It's forgittin' ye are that she has been gettin' oulder, as well asyersilf. She is almost a young lady now, me b'y."
"But not old enough to think seriously of love."
"Is it that oidea ye have, Frankie? An' do yez fergit how Rolf Raymond,her cousin in New Orleans, troied to make her marry him?"
"That was an outrage, for she was a mere child."
"Ye'll see a change in her whin ye mate her. An' it's her fayther thot'slookin' out for a foine match fer her."
"Impossible! I am sure Mr. Burrage would not----"
"Sure is it ye are! Ha! ha! Whoy, it's thot th' old gintlemon wurthravelin' fer more than fer th' hilth av him."
"Barney, I can't believe this."
"Belave it ur not, it's the truth, an' he wur afther makin' her marryLord Stanford."
"What an outrage--what an outrage!" shouted Frank, springing to his feetand excitedly pacing the floor. "Don't tell me he succeeded in forcingher into such a marriage!"
"He would have sucsaded av Oi hadn't sane her."
"And you, Barney--what did you do?"
There was a twinkle in the eyes of the Irish youth.
"Oh, Oi did nivver a thing!" he chuckled. "She told me iverything aboutit."
"And then--then what?"
"She wanted me to hilp her run away."
"Did you?"
"Did Oi? Well, say! Did ivver a swate girrul appale to Barney Mulloythot he wurn't ready to break his neck fer th' loikes av her?"
Frank's excitement grew.
"Barney, you are a trump!" he shouted. "I could hug you! What did youdo? How did you do it?"
"She told me she had some money av her own with which she could pay herway back to th' Unoited Shtates."
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"Yes, yes!"
"All she wanted wur to get away widout her fayther ur th' lord knowin' athing about it."
"And you aided her?"
"Me b'y, she didn't know how to do th' thrick, an' so I was afthersecurin' passage fer her on a steamer bound fer San Francisco."
"And did you--were you able to get her away? Did she get on boardwithout being stopped?"
Barney nodded.
"She has an aunt in Sacramento, an' she said she would be all roight avshe could rache thot lady."
"In Sacramento? And she is there now? You aided her in getting to heraunt? Barney, you should have a gold medal!"
"Waid a bit, me laddibuck; you're gettin' ahid av me shtory. Oi got heronto th' stamer, an' Oi took passage on th' same craft. As Oi didn'thave money to burrun, Oi come in th' sicond cabin, whoile she camefirrust class. All th' same Oi found a chance now and thin to chat widher. She told me all about her aunt. She said her aunt could make th'fayther av her give up th' skame to marry her off to the Inglish lord."
"Blessings on that aunt!"
"Wait a bit! wait a bit!"
Frank showed alarm.
"Don't tell me she could not find her aunt, or that the woman refused toaid her!"
"Nayther thing happened. It war loike this: Another stamer sailed ferSan Francisco the day afther us."
"What of that?"
"It wur a fasther stamer than th' one we wur on, Frankie."
Merriwell's fears were fully aroused.
"Go on! go on!" he cried.
"Av course her fayther an' th' Inglish lord diskivered she had run away,an' they found out she had taken a stamer."
"They followed on the other?"
"They followed a pace."
"Followed a piece? Why, how were they to turn back?"
"Nivver a bit did they do thot, but th' last parrut av th' trip we wurfolleyin' thim, an' nivver a thing did we know about thot."
"They passed you without your knowing it, you mean."
"Thot is phwat Oi mane."
"And then--then----"
"Whin we lift the stamer at this port, they wur there to receive us."
A cry of dismay broke from Frank, and then he suddenly became quite coolin his manner, the change being so pronounced that it was startling.
"I presume they took charge of her?" he said, grimly.
"Thot's phwat, an' they nearly took charge av me whin they found me widher. An officer wur called to arrist me, but it's a roight loively pairav legs Oi have, an' th' polaceman nivver got his fingers on me collar,though it wur some high dodgin' Oi did."
"What became of Inza?"
"Thot is phwat Oi'd loike ter foind out, Frankie, an' it's two daysOi've been thryin' to do so."
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