Under the Star-Spangled Banner: A Tale of the Spanish-American War

  CHAPTER II

  "FACE TROUBLES LIKE A MAN"

  Seen in the glare of the furnace flames as he emerged from the foundry,Hal Marchant was a very different individual from the workman who hadbeen so diligent in the casting-pit.

  Then he had been much like his fellows--just a roughly clad artisan,covered with sand, and with hands and face streaked with soot and dirt.Now that he was ready to go into the town, however, he was a spruce anddapper young gentleman. He had the manners of his father, and though nota prig, nor less given to mirth than others of his age, he was a veryrespectable and creditable member of society.

  But Hal was genuinely grieved about his father, and as he walked home,his thoughts were busy wondering what he would do, and how he couldpossibly extricate himself from his difficulties.

  "Surely this man will allow father to work off the debt," he murmured."I know for a matter of fact that we have numerous orders, and must bemaking money. Why, then, should he not be allowed to remain? It mighttake a few years to work off the amount, but it would be done."

  But Hal did not know the world very well. If he had he would haverealized that this was a business transaction, and that when thecreditor had a power over the profits of the foundry, and particularlyone with such a reputation, he was not likely to forego his claims.

  "We must just make the best of a bad matter," Hal at length remarked."I'll do my utmost to help, and all I make shall go to the funds to keepup the house."

  He turned into the gates of the big mansion and, mounting the steps,opened the door with a latch-key. He paused on the threshold to listen,but there was not a sound in the house.

  "Strange!" he murmured. "The guv' said he was returning at once, andthese last few weeks one has usually known immediately whether he was athome by hearing his steps as he paced up and down the floor of his room.That was what first gave me an idea that something was wrong. Butperhaps he is in, and has fallen asleep in his chair, as I have oftenknown him to do."

  Hal walked across the fine hall, and opening the door on the left,looked into an apartment which was evidently library and smoking room inone. He put his head through the doorway and inspected the apartment.But there was no sign of his father, and he was about to withdraw when afaint groan fell upon his ear. In an instant he darted in, anddiscovered a figure huddled in a chair in a dark portion of the room. Itwas Mr. Marchant.

  Hal sprang to his side and looked eagerly in his face, but there was nosign of recognition, for the eyes were closed. He placed his hand on thewrist and felt for a pulse without success. Then the truth dawned uponhim--slowly at first, and then with a whirl, and with all its cruelforce.

  "Dead!" he gasped. "Father dead!"

  There was no doubt about it, and Hal had to face the matter. Once morehe felt for a pulse, and then he went to the bell and pressed thebutton.

  "Send for the doctor at once, please," he said when the servantarrived. "I am afraid that my father is dead."

  "Dead, sir? Dead!" the girl exclaimed in a whisper.

  "Yes, that is the case," Hal answered. "Send for Dr. Harding."

  Five minutes later the doctor arrived. He pronounced life extinct. "Astroke," he said. "He died painlessly and swiftly. May we all do thesame, for it is a merciful ending. But tell me, Hal, was there cause?Was there any sudden shock that you know of?"

  "Yes; there was a great one," Hal answered slowly. "Father was ruined.To-morrow he would have been in the position of his manager, instead ofthe employer of hundreds of hands."

  "Then he has had a merciful escape," said the doctor. "The blow was aheavy one, and the life to follow would have been extremely hard. Andwhat of yourself, my boy?"

  "I, too, have lost all my prospects," Hal answered steadily. "But I amhardly more than a boy. The world is before me, and I will make my wayin it. This house will be sold, I suppose, and if all the debts cannotbe met, someone will have to wait. It shall be my business to work, makemoney, and clear my father's name."

  "A resolution to be proud of. Face troubles like a man, and half thebattle is already won," exclaimed the doctor. "But I hope that when allis sold no debts will remain. Then you will be free to rise solely onyour own account."

  He pressed Hal's hand and left the house.

  A week passed and found Hal in lodgings in the town, for Mr. Marchant'shouse had been sold, and, to Hal's relief, it was ascertained that not apenny was owing to any man.

  "Now for myself," he said as he sat over the fire. "What to do is thequestion."

  There was a knock at the door, and Mr. Tomkins put his head into theroom. "Hallo!" he said. "Do you feel inclined for a chat?"

  "Yes; come in. I'm wondering what to do with myself."

  "And so am I," was the answer. "That is, I'm wondering what would begood for you. How about the foundry? Will you stick to it?"

  "On no account," Hal replied. "I could not bear to go there now. Infact, I mean to leave Birmingham, for it would bring back these last fewdays every time I passed the old home. I must work, and pay my way, forat present I possess fifteen pounds and a few suits of clothes; that isall."

  "I thought you'd not go back to the works," said Mr. Tomkins. "I've beenthere boy and man these twenty years, and I've risen to be manager. ButI am leaving with my old master, for I cannot fancy the new. I'm lucky,too, for I've accepted the post of manager to another foundry in thenorth. Come along with me, and I'll see that you get something good."

  Hal thanked him, and thought the matter over before answering.

  "I scarcely know what to say," he said. "But I am determined to leaveBirmingham. I couldn't stand it."

  "It would be rough, I own," Mr. Tomkins said. "But what about comingnorth?"

  "It is very good of you to suggest it, Tomkins," Hal answered, "but,before deciding, there is something that I should like to know about. Ofcourse, I am not very well up in trade affairs, but I do happen to knowthat the Americans are very go-ahead in the matter of iron-works. Theyundertake bridge-building to a great extent, and I thought that itmight be worth my while to cross the water. I certainly ought to get ajob. They pay well out in America, Tomkins. What do you say to theplan?"

  "Those Yanks are hard at work," he said. "They are go-ahead people, asyou say, and there's no doubt that they can show us a thing or two inthe way of bridges. Yes, anything to do with iron and engineering isbooming across the Atlantic, and there must be lots of openings foryoungsters. There's something else besides. In good old England we'reovercrowded, but in America there's a demand for chaps who know a littleabove the ordinary. I should say it would be a good thing, Hal, and ifyou decide upon it, the traveling there, and the new life, will rouseyou a bit, and help you to forget present troubles."

  "You think well of it," said Hal. "Then I shall go to America and try myluck. I may as well start as soon as possible, and I wish veryparticularly to do so, for while in this city I run the chance ofmeeting old friends. Besides, if I went to see any of them, they mightthink that I was looking for help, and I want to make a place formyself."

  "And quite right too. Independence is the thing," the manager cried,patting him on the back. "Now, look here, youngster, are you willing torough it from the very commencement? If so, I can help you get toAmerica."

  "Quite," Hal answered promptly.

  "Then come along with me to the office of a shipping firm I know.They've carried many a time for the foundry, and I've only to drop themanager a hint that you are wanting to get across at the cheapest ratepossible, and I'll be bound he'll arrange."

  "I've no cousins or relatives of any sort," he said, "and I've come tothe conclusion that this is the best thing I can do."

  "That's good! I'm certain you are doing what is right," Mr. Tomkinsanswered.

  They went into the street, and within a few minutes were at the shippingoffice.

  "Good-day, Mr. Tomkins. What can we do for you this time?" asked theclerk.

  "A good deal, if you care. Can we come in behind? I want to speak to youabout my young frien
d here."

  "To be sure," the clerk replied. "Step in. Now, what is it?" he asked."I recognize your companion. He is the son of the late Mr. Marchant."

  "Quite so; and he wishes to go abroad to America, to make his way in theworld. Can you do anything for him in the way of a cheap passage?"

  "He could go for nothing, or rather, could earn a pound and food besidesthe berth. But he'd have to rough it."

  "I'm ready for that, any day; in fact, I'd like to start right away,"Hal said, eagerly.

  "Then I may as well tell you that there is a vacancy for a greaseraboard the _Mohican_. Will you take that? There! A passage, your grub,and a pound at the end of the trip."

  "You can put my name down for it," said Hal. "I'll go on the _Mohican_;and I thank you for your kindness."

  "Not at all; it's nothing after the freights we got from your father'sfoundry. Good-day, sir; good-day, Tomkins. Excuse me, but I'm verybusy." The clerk nodded in a friendly way, and departed.

  "I put that down as a good omen," said Tomkins as they emerged into thestreet. "You're in luck, Hal, for right from the commencement you getwhat you want. The rest will come just the same, let us hope. Now I'llleave you, as I have matters to attend to."

  He shook Hal's hand and walked up the street.

  Hal returned to his rooms, and hunted out his belongings. It was gettingdark as he went into the street with a bundle over his shoulder. Heentered a shop which he had noticed on former occasions, wondering whatclass of people patronized it.

  "How much for these?" he asked, opening his bundle, and displaying fivesuits which he had been in the habit of wearing in Birmingham.

  "They're not much good to me," he said. "They're not the class o' togs Iwant. Six shillings the lot."

  "Six shillings!" said Hal quietly. "They cost four times as many pounds,and that quite recently. Bid again."

  "Six the figure. Not a penny more," exclaimed the man.

  "I'll take four pounds for the lot," said Hal.

  "You may, but not from me, young man. Good a'ternoon to yer."

  "Good-day; I'll go elsewhere," said Hal quietly, and at once did up thefastenings of his bundle. Then he lifted it, and walked calmly out ofthe shop.

  "Hold hard there!" cried the man, arresting him at the door. "Let's seethe togs again." He inspected them closely; but it was merely apretense, for anyone could see with half an eye that they were reallygood. "I'll make it three ten," he said.

  "Very well, you can have them," Hal replied, glad to get so good aprice.

  Next day he was told that the _Mohican_ would sail on Saturday.

  "She's one of the intermediate boats," said the clerk. "Of course, shecarries very few passengers--some thirty in all. You'd better be aboardon Friday, for she leaves the river early the following day. Good luckto you."

  "And many thanks to you," Hal answered. "I'll do my best to fill theplace you have obtained for me."

  Hal took a cheap ticket to Liverpool, and trudged from the station tothe dock in which the _Mohican_ was lying.

  Hal picked his way to the wide and slippery gangway, and began to crossit. A notice above an alleyway caught his eye. "Engineers only," itsaid.

  He entered the alleyway, and walked along it till he came to a door onthe left, where he knocked.

  "Who's there? Come right in," someone cried in a sleepy voice.

  Hal entered, and found a big man reclining full length on the settee. Hewas dressed in an old uniform, and had a handkerchief tied round hisneck.

  "Wall, what aer it?" he asked. "A feller can't no more get ter sleepupon this hulk than fly. Who aer yer?"

  He sat up and surveyed Hal sleepily.

  "I'm sorry I roused you. I'm the new hand--the greaser," said Hal.

  "Oh, you're the greaser! Wall, yer aint the sort as ships aboard the_Mohican_ every time. What aer it? Rows with the boss? High jinks athome? Broke; aint that it?"

  "Not quite, but nearly," Hal answered with a smile. "I'm working mypassage."

  "So; then you've come to right ship ter do it. But you'd better get toyour quarters; there, along the alleyway. So long, young 'un, and whenyer want a bit of a help, come along to me. I'm Old Yank, the boss ofthe engine-room."

  Closing the door, Hal went along the alleyway till he came to a largecabin, above which was painted "Greasers." No one was in, but one of thebunks had evidently not been appropriated.

  "That will do for me," thought Hal. "I'll put my bundle here, and thenhave a look round."

  Five minutes later he descended the ladder which led to the depths ofthe ship. Beneath him was a maze of machinery. Down below were one ortwo figures moving about. A wave of hot air ascended, while a loud whir,caused by the revolving armature of the dynamo, filled the engine-room.

  Hal felt somewhat out of his element; but, congratulating himself on thefact that he had some right to be where he was, he hastened down theladder, and dropped to the floor.