Nobody’s Boy

Chapter XXXI Hunting for the Swan

For some time after Bob’s brother left we heard only the noise of the wind and the sea dashing against the keel, then footsteps were heard on the deck above and the grinding of pulleys. A sail was hoisted, then suddenly the boat leaned to one side and began to rock. In a few moments it was pitching heavily on the rough sea.

“Poor Mattia,” I said, taking his hand.

“I don’t care, we’re saved,” he said; “what if I am seasick?”

The next day I passed my time between the cabin and deck. Mattia wanted to be left alone. When at last the skipper pointed out Harfleur I hurried down to the cabin to tell him the good news. As it was late in the afternoon when we arrived at Harfleur, Bob’s brother told us that we could sleep on the boat that night if we wished.

“When you want to go back to England,” he said the next morning, as we wished him good-by, and thanked him for what he had done for us, “just remember that the Eclipse sails from here every Tuesday.”

It was a kind invitation, but Mattia and I each of us had our reason for not wishing to cross the sea again… yet awhile.

Fortunately we had our profits from Bob’s performance. In all we had twenty-seven francs and fifty centimes. Mattia wanted to give Bob the twenty-seven francs in payment for the expenses he had been put to for my flight, but he would not accept a penny.

“Well, which way shall we go?” I asked when we landed in France.

“By the canal,” replied Mattia promptly, “because I have an idea. I believe the Swan is on the canal this summer, now that Arthur’s been so ill, and I think we ought to find it,” he added.

“But what about Lise and the others?” I asked.

“We’ll see them while we’re looking for Mrs. Milligan. As we go up the canal, we can stop and see Lise.”

With a map that we bought, we searched for the nearest river: it was the Seine.

“We’ll go up the Seine and ask all the fishermen along the banks if they’ve seen the Swan. It isn’t like any other boat from what you say, and if they’ve seen it they’ll remember.”

Before beginning the long journey that was probably ahead of us I bought some soft soap to clean Capi. To me, Capi yellow—was not Capi. We washed him thoroughly, each one taking it in turns until he was tired out. But Bob’s dye was an excellent quality and when we had finished he was still yellow, but a shade paler. It would require many shampoos before we could get him back to his original color. Fortunately Normandy is a country of brooks and each day we gave him a bath.

We reached the top of a hill one morning and Mattia spied the Seine away ahead of us, winding in a large curve. From then on, we began to question the people. Had they seen the Swan, a beautiful barge with a veranda? No one had seen it. It must have passed in the night. We went on to Rouen, where again we commenced our questions, but with no better result. We would not be discouraged but went forward questioning every one. We had to stop to get money for our food as we went along, so it took us five weeks to reach the suburbs of Paris.

Fortunately, upon arriving at Charenton, we soon knew which direction we had to take. When we put the important question, we received for the first time the answer for which we had longed. A boat which resembled the Swan, a large pleasure boat, had passed that way; turning to the left, it had continued up the Seine.

We were by the docks. Mattia was so overjoyed that he commenced to dance amongst the fishermen. Stopping suddenly he took his violin and frantically played a triumphal march. While he played I questioned the man who had seen the barge. Without a doubt it was the Swan. It had passed through Charenton about two months ago.

Two months! What a lead it had! But what did that matter! We had our legs and they had the legs of two good horses and we should join them some day. The question of time did not count. The great thing, the wonderful thing was that the Swan was found!

“Who was right?” cried Mattia.

If I had dared I would have admitted to Mattia that I had very great hopes, but I felt that I could not analyze my thoughts, not even to myself. We had no need to stop now and question the people. The Swan was ahead of us. We had only to follow the Seine. We went on our way, getting nearer to where Lise lived. I wondered if she had seen the barge as it passed through the locks by her home. At night we never complained of weariness and we were always ready the next morning to set out at an early hour.

“Wake me up,” said Mattia, who was fond of sleeping. And when I woke him he was never long in jumping to his feet.

To economize we ate hard-boiled eggs, which we bought from the grocers, and bread. Yet Mattia was very fond of good things.

“I hope Mrs. Milligan has that cook still who made those tarts,” he said; “apricot tarts must be fine!”

“Haven’t you ever tasted them?”

“I’ve tasted apple puffs, but I’ve never tasted apricot tarts. I’ve seen them. What are those little white things they stick all over the fruit?”

“Almonds.”

“Oh…” And Mattia opened his mouth as though he were swallowing a whole tart.

At each lock we had news of the Swan; every one had seen the beautiful barge and they spoke of the kind English lady and the little boy lying on a sofa under the veranda.

We drew nearer to Lise’s home, two more days, then one, then only a few hours. We came in sight of the house. We were not walking now, we were running. Capi, who seemed to know where we were going, started ahead at a gallop. He was going to let Lise know that we were coming. She would come to meet us. But when we got to the house there was a woman standing at the door whom we did not know.

“Where’s Madame Suriot?” we inquired.

For a moment she stared at us as though we were asking a foolish question.

“She doesn’t live here now,” she said at last; “she’s in Egypt.”

“In Egypt!”

Mattia and I looked at one another in amazement. Egypt! We did not know just where Egypt was situated, but we thought, vaguely, it was far away, very far, somewhere beyond the seas.

“And Lise? Do you know Lise?”

“The little dumb girl? Yes, I know her! She went off with an English lady on a barge.”

Lise on the Swan! Were we dreaming? Mattia and I stared at one another.

“Are you Remi?” then asked the woman.

“Yes.”

“Well, Suriot was drowned…”

“Drowned!”

“Yes, he fell into the lock and got caught below on a nail. And his poor wife didn’t know what to do, and then a lady that she lived with before she married was going to Egypt, and she told her she would take her as nurse to look after the children. She didn’t know what to do with little Lise and while she was wondering an English lady and her little sick son came along the canal in a barge. They talked. And the English lady, who was looking for some one to play with her son, for he was tired of being always alone, said she would take Lise along and she would educate the little girl. The lady said she would have doctors who would cure her and she would be able to speak some day. Before they went, Lise wanted her aunt to explain to me what I was to say to you if you came to see her. That’s all.”

I was so amazed that I could find no words. But Mattia never lost his head like me.

“Where did the English lady go?” he asked.

“To Switzerland. Lise was to have written to me so that I could give you her address, but I haven’t received the letter yet.”