"Stand by the repel, I guess," was the calm reply. "I told you that they had most of the ammunition, but ours ain't all blank cartridges. You stay below and listen to the broadsides."They heard Georgianna cross the dining room. There was a murmur of voices at the door. The captain nodded.
"It's them," he said. "Well, here goes. Now don't you show yourself.""Do you think I am afraid? Indeed, I shan't stay 'below' as you call it! I shall let them see--"Captain Cy held up his hand.
"I'm commodore of this fleet," he said; "and that bein' the case, Iexpect my crew to obey orders. There's nothin' you can do, and--Why, yes! there is, too. You can take care of Bos'n. Georgianna,"to the housekeeper who, looking frightened and nervous, had appeared at the door, "send Bos'n in here quick.""They're there," whispered Georgianna. "Mr. Atkins and Tad and that Thomas critter, and lots more. And they've come after her.
What shall we do?"
"Jump when I speak to you, that's the first thing. Send Bos'n in here and you stay in your galley."Emily came running. Miss Dawes put an arm about her. Captain Cy, the battle lanterns still twinkling under his brows, stepped forth to meet the "boarding party."They were there, as Georgianna had said. Mr. Thomas on the top step, Heman and Simpson on the next lower, and behind them Abel Leonard and a group of interested volunteers, principally recruited from the back room of the barber shop.
"Evenin', gentlemen," said the captain, opening the door so briskly that Mr. Thomas started backward and came down heavily upon the toes of the devoted Tad. Mr. Simpson swore, Mr. Thomas clawed about him to gain equilibrium, and the dignity of the group was seriously impaired.
"Evenin'," repeated Captain Cy. "Quite a surprise party you're givin' me. Come in.""Cyrus," began the Honorable Atkins, "we are here to claim--""Give me my daughter, you robber!" demanded Thomas, from his new position in the rear of the other two.
"Mr. Thomas," said Heman, "please remember that I am conducting this affair. I respect the natural indignation of an outraged father, but--ahem! Cyrus, we are here to claim--""Then do your claimin' inside. It's kind of chilly to-night, there's plenty of empty chairs, and we don't need to hold an overflow meetin'. Come ahead in."The trio looked at each other in hesitation. Then Mr. Atkins majestically entered the dining room. Thomas and Simpson followed him.
"Abe," observed Captain Cy to Leonard, who was advancing toward the steps, "I'm sorry not to be hospitable, but there's too many of you to invite at once, and 'tain't polite to show partiality. You and the rest are welcome to sit on the terrace or stroll 'round the deer park. Good night."He closed the door in the face of the disappointed Abel and turned to the three in the room.
"Well," he said, "out with it. You've come to claim somethin', Iunderstand."
"I come for my rights," shouted Mr. Thomas.
"Yes? Well, this ain't State's prison or I'd give 'em to you with pleasure. Heman, you'd better do the talkin'. We'll probably get ahead faster."The Honorable cleared his throat and waved his hand.
