Harry Escombe | Page 5

by little farewell parties given in his honour by the large
circle of friends with whom the Escombes had become acquainted
since their arrival and settlement in Sydenham. At length the

preparations were all complete; the official impedimenta--so to speak--
had all been collected at Sir Philip Swinburne's offices in Victoria
Street, carefully packed in zinc-lined cases, and dispatched for
shipment in the steamer which was to take the surveyors to South
America. Escombe had sent on all his baggage to the ship in advance,
and the morning came when he must say good-bye to the two who were
dearest to him in all the world. They would fain have accompanied him
to the docks and remained on board with him until the moment arrived
for the steamer to haul out into the river and proceed upon her voyage;
but young Escombe had once witnessed the departure of a liner from
Southampton and had then beheld the long-drawn-out agony of the
protracted leave taking, the twitching features, the sudden turnings
aside to hide and wipe away the unbidden tear, the heroic but futile
attempts at cheerful, light-hearted conversation, the false alarms when
timid people rushed ashore, under the unfounded apprehension that
they were about to be carried off across the seas, and the return to the
ship to say goodbye yet once again when they found that their fears
were groundless. He had seen all this, and was quite determined that his
dear ones should not undergo such torture of waiting, he therefore so
contrived that his good-bye was almost as brief and matter of fact as
though he had been merely going up to Westminster for the day,
instead of to Peru for two years. Taking the train for London Bridge, he
made his way thence to Fenchurch Street and so to Blackwall, arriving
on board the s.s. Rimac with a good hour to spare.
But, early as he was, he found that not only had Mr Butler arrived on
board before him, but also that that impatient individual had already
worked himself into a perfect frenzy of irritation lest he--Harry--
should allow the steamer to leave without him.
"Look here, Escombe," he fumed, "this sort of thing won't do at all, you
know. I most distinctly ordered you to be on board in good time this
morning. I have been searching for you all over the ship; and now, at a
quarter to eleven o'clock, you come sauntering on board with as much
deliberation as though you had days to spare. What do you mean by
being so late, eh?"

"Really, Mr Butler," answered Harry, "I am awfully sorry if I have put
you out at all, but I thought that so long as I was on board in time to
start with the ship it would be sufficient. As it is I am more than an
hour to the good; for, as you are aware, the ship does not haul out of
dock until midday. Have you been wanting me for anything in
particular?"
"No, I have not," snapped Butler. "But I was naturally anxious when I
arrived on board and found that you were not here. If you had
happened to miss the ship I should have been in a pretty pickle; for this
Peruvian survey is far too big a job for me to tackle singlehanded."
"Of course," agreed Escombe. "But you might have been quite certain
that I would not have been so very foolish as to allow the ship to leave
without me. I am far too anxious to avail myself of the opportunity
which this survey will afford me, to risk the loss of it by being late. Is
there anything that you want me to do, Mr Butler? Because, if not, I
will go below and arrange matters in my cabin."
"Very well," assented Butler ungraciously. "But, now that you are on
board, don't you dare to leave the ship and go on shore again--upon
any pretence whatever. Do you hear?"
"You really need not feel the slightest apprehension, Mr Butler,"
replied Harry. "I have no intention or desire to go on shore again."
And therewith he made his way to the saloon companion, and thence
below to his sleeping cabin, his cheeks tingling with shame and anger
at having been so hectored in public; for several passengers had been
within earshot and had turned to look curiously at the pair upon
hearing the sounds of Butler's high-pitched voice raised in anger.
"My word," thought the lad, "our friend Butler is beginning early! If he
is going to talk to me in that strain on the day of our departure, what
will he be like when we are ready to return home? However, I am not
going to allow him to exasperate me