Chapter I. UNWILLING PASSENGERS

"What is your name, boy?"

"Joe Curtis, sir."

"And your number?"

"Two hundred and ninety-seven."

"Very well, now listen to what I say, and see that you do exactly as I tell you. I am going to Providence by the Sound steamer that sails in an hour and a half; take these tickets, go to the office of the boat, get the key of the stateroom I have engaged and paid for, and put these satchels in it."

"Yes, sir."

"Then wait near the gangway of the steamer until I come, for I shall probably be late, as I have to take a sick friend with me. Be sure to have the room ready, so that I can have him carried directly from the carriage to his berth."

"I will wait for you, sir."

"What are the rates?"

"For an hour and a half, ninety cents, sir, and car fare extra if you want me to get there in a hurry."

"Very well, here is a dollar, and see that you do exactly as I have told you."

Joe touched his cap, took the two valises that the gentleman pointed out to him in one corner of the office, and, staggering under the heavy weight, started for the nearest elevated railroad station. Joe was scarcely large enough to carry the valises; but, when he succeeded in getting a situation in the messenger service, he knew that he would have plenty of hard work to do, and was fully prepared for it..Besides, this acting the part of porter was by no means so difficult a job as some that had been assigned to him in the past six weeks, and he went about it as philosophically as if he had been a man, instead of a boy only twelve years old.

Arrived at the dock, he had no trouble in getting the stateroom key, since he had the proper tickets, and, after caring for the baggage, it was only necessary to wait near the gang-plank until his employer should appear.

It was by no means hard work for Joe to wait for the gentleman; in the bustle and confusion everywhere around him he found plenty to occupy his mind, and, forgetting how hard he had. struggled to get the baggage down there, he thought he had been particularly fortunate in being assigned to the work.

The moments went by so fast that, when the last bell sounded, and Joe heard the cry of"All ashore that's going,"he could hardly believe it possible that he had been on the boat more than an hour, waiting for the gentleman and his sick friend.

"He's got to come pretty soon, or else his stateroom won't do him much good,"Joe said to himself as he stood close by the gang-plank with the key in his hand, ready to deliver it without delay.

But although carriage after carriage was driven up just in time for its occupants to get on the boat, Joe's employer did not come, and the boy began to understand that, unless he made some decided move at once, he would be carried away.

"He told me to look out for the baggage until he came; but I don't s'pose he meant for me to go to Providence if he didn't come."

The sailors were pulling the gang-plank ashore, and Joe saw that his time was indeed limited. Since he had been ordered to care for the baggage until the gentleman came, he had no idea of leaving it on the steamer, neither did he propose to make a trip to Providence.

"I'll get the things out of the room, an'then wait on the pier,"he said to himself as he ran up to the saloon where the stateroom was located.

The re were a large number of passengers on the boat, and, despite all Joe's efforts, he could not get through the crowd quickly. He struggled and pushed, even at the risk of incurring the displeasure of those gentlemen who were in his way, until he reached the stateroom. To get the valises out after he was once there was but the work of a few moments, and then he had another difficult task to reach the main deck.

When he did get there, breathless and excited, he saw that his efforts had been in vain, for the steamer had already left the dock, and was so far out in the stream that; unless he had been Mr. Giant-Stride of fairy-tale fame, he could not have leaped ashore.

"We ll, this is nice!"exclaimed Joe, as he stood with a valise in each hand, looking at the dock, on which he fancied he could see the man who had been the cause of his involuntary voyage."Now, what'll I do?"

He stood looking about him in doubt and perplexity, uncertain whether to go to the captain of the boat, and demand that he be landed at once, or to explain the situation to some of the passengers, in the vain hope that they might be able to aid him, when he heard the sound of sobs close'beside him.

"Hello! did you get carried away, too?"he asked, as he saw a boy, not more than eight or nine years old, crying bitterly."Come here, sonny, an'tell me. what the matter is, for it looks as'if you an'I were in the same scrape:"

"They're takin'me away from mamma an'papa, an'I'll just jump overboard,"was sonny's answer.

"Oh, don't get like that,"said Joe, soothingly,as he placed the valises carefully in one corner, and took the child by the hand to reassure him."They ar'n't to blame,'cause they told everybody to go on shore'that wanted to, an'we didn't go."

"I couldn't,"sobbed the boy,"he held me, an'when I cried he struck me in the face."

"Who did?"

"The man that made me come here with him. Mamma let me go out in the street to play if I wouldn't go away from the block; but that man came up an'asked me if I did not want a real live pony, an'I did, an'I went with him to get it"

"An'you forgot what you promised your mother,"said Joe, sagely.

"Yes,'cause he said it was only a little ways off; but when we'd walked two blocks, I wanted to go home,'and he told me he'd cut my throat wide open if I said anything; and then we come here."

"Why, he's up an'stole you, that's what he's done,"said Joe, as, with his hands deep in his pockets, he stood contemplating the boy, whose trouble was so much greater than his.

"Oh, dear!"wailed the child, as he hid his head in the corner, and

gave way to his grief.

"I'm goin'right straight home, an'I won't stay here."

Joe was touched by the boy's distress; he forgot his own troubles, which.were light as compared to the little fellow's, and did his best to comfort him.

"Now, see'here,-what's your name, though?"

"Ned."

"We ll, Ned, you couldn't get home now, so you'd better stop crying, an'we'll see if we can't fix it in some way. Where's the man?"

"He went down-stairs when the boat started, an'he told me he'd beat me black an'blue if I spoke to anybody while he was gone."

"An'prob'ly he would,"said Joe."If he dared to reg'larly steal you he'd dare to do anything else; but I'll get away before he comes up, an'I'll go an'tell the captain of the boat. Then t rather think the man will wish he'd never'd said anything about a pony, for he'll be arrested."

"No, no, don't!"cried Ned,"he'd be sure to kill me if you should do that, an'then what good would it do me?"

"But you hain't goin'to let him carry you off, be you?"

"Oh, I don't know,"said Ned, and he began to cry piteously again, while Joe tried to soothe him by wiping away the big tears with the cuff of his jacket.

"I think you'd better let me tell the captain,"he said.

"I can't,'cause he knows another man on the boat, an'one of them would be sure to kill me. Why won't you let me just go with you?"

"I would if I knew where I was goin'; but you see, I'm most as bad off as you are;"and then Joe told him of his misfortune in having become an involuntary passenger, concluding his story by saying,"An'I've got a mother that'll feel just as bad as yours will; it will be worse for"her, too,'cause she says now that father's dead I'm all that she's got, an'every cent I make I carry home to her,'cause she has to work hard to get money to pay the rent."

Joe could understand very readily, by Ned's clothing, that their homes were widely different.Had it not been for his uniform, the messenger boy would have worn a very shabby suit of clothes, while Ned was not only dressed expensively, but he wore what was, to Joe, the very height of extravagance - a gold ring.

"Even if you don't know where you're goin', take me with you,"said Ned."If you'd help me, I'd try to get away from that man, - there he comes now; don't'let him whip me.".

"I'll go off, so's he won't know we've been talkin', an'just as soon as he leaves again I'll come back,"said he.

He had just time enough to dart behind a pile of baggage, before the man came up, and he needed but one glance to convince him that Ned had good cause for fear. The man's face was so brutal looking, that even he began to think perhaps it might not be advisable to appeal to the captain of the steamer, lest the story should not be believed, and he be called to an Account for interfering.

The valises were still where he had left them, and, marching boldly out, but feeling quite the reverse of what he tried to assume, he took the baggage, not heeding the pleading look Ned gave him, and went to the stateroom, where he remained some time, trying to make up his mind what he could do to aid the boy who had appealed to him. He did not for a moment entertain the idea of leaving him with that man. Suddenly, what seemed to be a very brilliant idea came to him, and he walked down-stairs on to the main deck again, leaving the door of the stateroom unlocked.

The man was seated by Ned's side, smoking, and Joe went from one place to another, keeping the couple in sight all the while, until he saw him walk away with a companion who spoke to him, and looked quite as detestable as he.

Joe made sure that the two had gone into the lower cabin, and, running quickly to where Ned sat, he said,"Come up-stairs with me as fast as you can, an'I'll show you what to do."Then, taking the little fellow by the hand, he hurried to the upper deck, not looking around, and hardly daring to breathe until they were in the stateroom, with the door securely fastened and the blind of the window closed.

"The re!"he exclaimed, triumphantly, in a whisper,"I guess this fixes Mr. Man, an'when he tries to find you he'll think that stealin'boys hain't so easy as he thought it was."

"But he'll come up here to get me,"said Ned, hoping that there was an opportunity for him to escape, yet frightened at the step he had taken.

"He may come up-stairs; but how can he find you? See here, Ned, I've got two tickets for the passage in my pocket, an'the room's been paid for by the man I told you about. Now we can keep in here till the boat stops, and then I guess we can give him the slip; but I hain't thought yet how we either of us can get home."

"But s'posen he comes right up here to the door?"

"He w6n't do that. Can't you see, Ned, that he don'.t know anything more about this room than he does of any other? We're all right for awhile anyhow; but I guess we'll be pretty hungry,'cause we can't get anything to eat."

"I don't care'bout that, if he don't get hold of me again,"said Ned, growing bright and happy as he realized his temporary safety.

The boys examined the tickets Joe had, looked curiously at the snug little cabin, wondered what the man would say or do when he could not find Ned, and, finally, the first novelty of the situation having passed away, they talked of their homes.

It was the most unwise thing they could have done, so far as peace of mind was concerned, for at the thoughts of their mothers waiting and watching for them, both broke down. Ned lay down in the berth without a thought of hiding his grief; but Joe, who considered it his duty, in his position of protector to the younger boy, to appear unconcerned, was obliged to stand by the window in order to cry without being seen or heard, and he wiped his eyes with the curtain until his cheeks were stained blue and green from the dye of the fabric, in a sorrowfully ridiculous fashion.

However it happened, neither of the boys quite understood, but, despite their deep sorrow, they both fell asleep, shortly after Joe lay down by the side of Ned to comfort him, and did not awaken until morning. The sun was streaming in through the slats of the blinds, the throbbing of the engine was stilled, and everything betokened the end of the voyage.

Neither of the boys had undressed, for they had anticipated a long, dreary evening during which they would be very hungry, and Joe had fully intended to walk around the boat for the purpose r of learning what Ned's enemy was doing. They had not laid any plans, arid in this Joe felt that they had been culpable, since, now that they were at liberty to go on shore, neither had an idea of what course to pursue.

"While you are washing your face I will go out and see if that man is around anywhere,"said Joe, finally,"an'I'll lock the door and take the key with me so's there won't be any chance of his gettin'in while I'm gone."

Ned did not much like being left alone, but he made no objections, since he could readily see that it was of the highest importance that they should learn if the man and his companion were watching for them.

Joe went into every portion of the boat in which passengers are allowed; but without seeing either Ned's captor or his companion. Had he been on deck when the steamer arrived at Newport, he would have seen the two men land there, after searching vainly for the boy they had stolen, much as if they feared they might be called to an Account for what they had done. Of this, of course, Joe knew nothing; and when he failed to see either of the men, he naturally feared they were waiting on shore in the hope of catching Ned as he landed.

It was but seven o'clock, and as a number of the passengers were yet on board, the stewards had paid no attention to the stateroom the boys occupied; otherwise an explanation might have been made which would have prevented both the young passengers'much trouble.

"It's morning, Ned, an'I s'pose we're in Providence,"said Joe, as he came back to the stateroom where the child was waiting, in fear and trembling, the result of his trip on deck."I can't see anything of the men, an'perhaps if we go on shore now they won't catch us. We've got to'take these valises, for the man told me to watch'em, an'that means that I've got to keep right side of'em."

Ned manfully took hold of one side of the heaviest piece of baggage, and with anxious hearts the two left the room. At the gangway the children were stopped by the man whose duty it was to collect the tickets. He looked at the small boys with the large valises, curiously; but as Joe gave him the two pieces of pasteboard that entitled them to first cabin passages, the officer could do no less than allow them to land.