CHAPTER V
A PLUNGE INTO SOCIETY
"Welcome, my lads!" greeted the Spanish ambassador, grasping the ladswarmly by the hand. They had been led into a broad hall by a footman andthen on into a drawing room brilliantly lighted.
The boys had never gazed upon such a brilliant scene; for a moment theywere too dazed to speak. Suddenly they realized that the ambassador wasintroducing his wife, Madame Martinez. Then a beautiful, dark-eyed girlwas led forward.
"This, young gentlemen, is my daughter, Senorita Inez Martinez, to whomwe hoped you might owe your liberty. Happily, however, for you, your ownconsul succeeded in getting you released before the matter was broughtto my attention. I trust you have suffered no ill effects from yourunjust imprisonment?"
"No; thank you," answered Dan.
"On the contrary, it was a mighty good thing for us," spoke up Hickey.
"How so?" asked the ambassador.
Dan nudged his companion, but there was no stopping Sam when he once gotstarted.
"Why, sir, these get-rich-quick people would have had all our money bythis time. I never saw anything like it."
"You do not mean that you have been robbed?"
"Oh, no," interrupted Dan. "You see, we do not know the ways of thecountry. We thought we had paid too much for some things. It is all goodexperience, however, and we are not finding fault."
"Ah! I hope you like Paris? I take it, this is your first visit here?"suggested the ambassador's wife.
"Is it not a glorious city?" added the daughter.
"Yes," agreed Dan, "it is a wonderful city."
"I don't think so," objected Sam. "I've had a hard time of it ever sinceI came here--that is--until--until to-night," as he noted the eyes ofthe beautiful senorita fixed upon him.
Somehow her voice had a strangely familiar ring to him. He felt surethat he had heard it before, but the more he thought about it the moreperplexed did he grow. The young woman seemed to divine what was passingthrough the red-headed boy's mind. She smiled teasingly, then begantalking as if to give him further opportunity to make up his mind wherehe had seen her before.
Dan, too, was puzzled, but he concealed his perplexity better than Samhad. Davis was growing quite at his ease. It seemed to him as though hehad always been with people of this sort, and he found himself talkingeasily and well, discussing many subjects with which the average sailoris not expected to be familiar.
"I take it that you lads hope to be petty officers one of these days,"said Senor Martinez.
"We have already won our ratings in that class, sir."
"Indeed. What is your rating, if I may ask?"
"I am a gunner's mate on the Battleship 'Long Island.' My friend is acoxswain connected with the same ship."
"Do you--do you shoot the big guns?" questioned Senorita Inez, with abrilliant smile.
"I hope to do so, some day--that is, I hope to do so at target practice,though I trust the time may never come when I shall have to train a gunon the ship of another government."
"I am with you in that, my lad. I hope it may never be your lot to doso. Of course you have ambitions to rise in your profession?"
"Yes, sir; it is our hope to become officers of the line at some time inthe distant future."
The ambassador nodded thoughtfully.
"It is a splendid career that your Navy offers. Any man who has it inhim to advance himself may do so. The opportunities are unlimited."
"Yes, sir; but the way is hard."
"All things worth having are difficult of attainment. Were they not,there would not be rooms for those at the top," smiled the Senor.
The dinner was the most elaborate that the Battleship Boys had ever satdown to. Their host was in uniform and the ladies were in evening gowns,while behind the chairs of each stood a servant in livery.
The Battleship Boys were filled with wonder over what had befallen them.Strangely enough, their host seemed quite familiar with their records,and all about their experiences with the Paris Apaches and gendarmes.
Senor Martinez appeared to take a keen enjoyment in their perplexity,though he was forced to admit that Gunner's Mate Davis was sufficientlywell-bred to hide his curiosity.
At last the dinner came to an end, whereupon the party withdrew to thedrawing room.
"Shall I sing for you?" asked the senorita, with a flash of her blackeyes.
"I should be most happy to hear you," replied Dan courteously.
"Yes; I like singing," added Sam. "The singing we hear on board ship,sometimes, makes you wish you could jump overboard."
A well-bred laugh greeted his announcement.
"Do you sing?" questioned the young woman.
"I thought I did once."
"When was that?"
"At a Sunday-school picnic that I attended at home in Piedmont."
"Oh! And did you sing?"
"They all said I didn't. They said my voice was a poor imitation of asteam calliope."
The well-bred laughter of the little company was lost in a roar. Aglance at Hickey's twinkling eyes told them that he was far from dull,and that he was enjoying the fun he was creating fully as much as therest were.
"So, you didn't sing after all?"
"No, I didn't sing. I just made a noise that might have been singing--ifit had been."
Thus the evening passed, full of song, of laughter and brightness.
Dan, after a time, glanced at a French clock on the mantle. He gave astart when he noted that it lacked but fifteen minutes of midnight.
"Oh, we must be going, sir. I did not know it was so late," he said,half rising.
"In a moment, my lad. I presume you are somewhat curious as to why Iinvited you to my home this evening?" questioned Senor Martinezquizzically.
"We are, indeed, sir. I have been wondering why you should do such athing. We are just plain American sailors, sir, serving our country asbest we know how. We are not used to being received in the splendid wayyou have received us to-night."
"My lad, that was well said. It has been an honor to have you here. Wehave felt the keenest pleasure in being able to ask you. As for yourbeing plain American sailors, let me say that such men as you and yourfriend would be a credit to any Navy. I congratulate yours in possessingyou. Can you not guess why you have been invited here this evening?"
"I have not the slightest idea, sir."
"No, we're all at sea, and I guess that's the proper place for sailorlads," added Sam.
"I had very good reasons. You have done myself and family a very greatservice."
"A service?" exclaimed Hickey wonderingly.
"Yes. And let me say here that perhaps I never should have known of you,had not my wife and daughter insisted that I look you up and ask you tocome here. They have purchased a little gift for each of you, which youwill find at your pension upon your return. I have had it sent there sothat you may have a little surprise when you reach your lodgings."
The boys did not answer. There was nothing they could think of to say.
"Have you not noted anything that struck you as familiar about my wifeand daughter?"
"Mr. Hickey has," interjected the young woman, with a merry twinkle inher eyes, "He has been wondering all the evening where he has seen me orheard my voice."
"That's the time you hit the target right in the center," answered thered-headed boy. "If I'd been a ship, and that had been a projectile youhad fired at me, I'd been headed for Davy Jones's Locker by this time."
The girl laughed merrily.
"I'll tell you, my lads; you saw my wife and daughter last evening."
"Last night!" exclaimed the boys.
"Yes."
"Where, may I ask?"
"On the Bois de Boulogne. It was they whom you saved from the terribleApaches, who no doubt would have put them to death after having robbedthem. You see, my lads, myself and family have reason for feeling thatwe owe you a deep debt of gratitude."
"Is it possible?" muttered Dan Davis, looking from one to th
e other ofthe smiling faces.
"Well, all I've got to say is that it was worth going to jail for,"added Sam Hickey, with an admiring glance at the senorita.