CHAPTER 14 CHAPTER 14 
At the end of the evening meal, Pa spoke to Libby and Aunt Vi. “I want to talk with both of you. I’ll meet you in my cabin.”
When Libby and her aunt reached Pa’s cabin, Vi looked around as if she had never seen it. “This is where you have school?” she asked.
“Pa does a good job of teaching us,” Libby answered, always ready to defend her father.
But Vi was already pacing around the room. When she headed for the rocking chair to sit down, Libby spoke quickly. “That’s Pa’s chair.” She couldn’t bear to see her aunt sitting in it. Instead, Libby offered one of the chairs at the table.
By the time the silence had grown long between them, Pa appeared. Drawing up his rocking chair, he sat down. “I’m sorry about the problem at lunch today.”
“Libby was clumsy again,” Vi answered. “She spilled gravy all over my lovely new jacket.”
“Can you tell me about it, Libby?” Pa asked.
“Auntie is right,” Libby answered. “I was nervous. I spilled.”
“And why were you nervous?”
Oh, Pa! Libby wanted to cry out. You were there. Why do you have to ask?
When she didn’t speak, Pa asked again. “Why were you nervous, Libby?”
With one quick glance, Libby took in her aunt. Her back straight as a stick, she looked prim and proper. Libby knew her aunt expected her to act the same way.
“I was trying to do everything just right.” Libby spoke in a low voice.
“What happened that caused you to spill?”
“The tables were set too close together. There wasn’t enough room for the steward to get around behind Auntie. I offered to help and my hand slipped. The gravy spilled.”
“All over me,” Vi said grimly. “I could have been scalded to death.”
“All over your thick jacket,” Libby said politely. She knew the layers of cloth had protected her aunt. “I offered to wash the jacket.”
Vi sniffed. “As any normal person should do.”
“And?” Pa asked Libby.
In that moment she understood what he was trying to do. Libby wanted to giggle but knew she had better not. No matter what, she had to keep a straight face.
“I felt bad.” Libby did her best to sound sorry. “I wanted to be sure I did everything right. So I checked the pockets before I washed the jacket.”
“Did you find anything in the pockets?” Pa asked.
Libby’s gaze met Pa’s. “I found a note addressed to you.”
“Oh,” Pa said. “That’s a strange place to find a note addressed to me. How do you think it got there?”
Libby shrugged. “Maybe Auntie would know.”
Only then did Libby risk a glance that way. Her aunt’s face seemed frozen. The next instant it thawed with a red flush that covered her cheeks.
“When did you get the note?” Pa asked Vi, giving no hint how important the message was to him.
“Just before we left St. Paul.” Vi stumbled, clearly embarrassed. “Annika ran up to the boat. A very improper lady she is.”
“She asked for me?”
“Yes. I told her you were gone, so she gave me the note.”
“But I wasn’t gone,” Pa said. “Why did you tell her that?”
Vi swallowed hard. “I was sure you wouldn’t want to be bothered with such a young lady.”
“I wouldn’t want to be bothered with Annika?” Pa’s voice held a sound that made Libby tremble. “Did you say that to her?”
“Oh no, of course not. I would never be so rude.” But Vi’s eyes wavered, and Libby knew her aunt was lying.
“You simply told her I never wanted to see her again.”
As if Pa had come too close to the truth, Vi blushed. “Did Libby tell you that?” she blurted out.
Pa’s face was white now with a look more desperate than Libby had ever seen. “You actually told her I never wanted to see her again?”
Her gaze still on Pa, Vi leaned back in her chair. “No, I didn’t. I told Annika that if she married you, she would always be second best.”
“Second best?” Pa roared. “What did you mean by that?”
“That you would always love my sister, Christina, more.”
Pa looked stunned. “I can’t believe you said that! Why? And why didn’t you give me the note?”
“I forgot.” Vi’s eyes wavered again.
“You forgot. For one whole night and morning you forgot.” With angry steps Pa paced around the cabin, then sat down again. “Why? Why did you do this?”
As Libby watched, her aunt’s eyes filled with resentment. “If you marry Annika, you’ll have an excuse to keep Libby on this awful boat. You know this is not the place for a young lady to be. If you want Libby to turn out right, to be a proper society girl, she needs to live in Chicago with me.”
Pa leaped to his feet. “You believe I would allow Libby to live with you?” With two giant steps he stood directly in front of Vi, staring into her face. “You think I would make that mistake again?”
Just as suddenly Pa backed away. When he spoke, his voice sounded so calm that Libby knew he was holding tight to his control.
“In two hours we’ll reach Galena,” he told Vi. “You can stay at the DeSoto House tonight. Tomorrow you can take a stagecoach or connect with a train to Chicago. Pack your many bags and be ready to go.”
Suddenly Vi assumed the air of a queen. “My dear dead sister, Libby’s mother, would not approve of this.”
Pa refused to back down. “My dear Christina, my beloved wife and Libby’s mother, would wholeheartedly approve. Now go. Don’t let me see your face until you’re standing at the gangplank, ready to get off this boat.”
As Vi reached the door, Pa spoke. “Two more questions,” he said. “When did Annika give you the note? Before or after you told her she would always be second best?”
“And when you told her she would always be second best, what did she say?”
Vi sniffed. “She lifted her head in that way she has. She said, ‘Tell the good captain and his Libby goodbye from me.’”
Without another word Vi swept through the door. When Pa closed it firmly behind her, the room was so still that Libby could hear herself breathing.
Pa dropped down in his chair. Elbows on his knees, he braced his head with the palms of his hands. When his shoulders trembled, Libby wrapped her arms around him.
Her father’s words cut through to her heart. “Oh, Libby, what should I do?”
As he began to sob, Libby remembered that she hadn’t seen Pa weep in that way since her mother died.
When at last he looked up, Libby said, “You could send Annika a telegram.”
Pa shook his head. “The telegraph hasn’t reached St. Paul.”
For a minute Pa sat there, deep in thought. “I’ll write the best letter I can,” he said at last. “I’ll explain everything that happened. I’ll tell her that—” Pa broke off.
“That you love her,” Libby said softly.
Pa smiled, and his eyes cleared. “That my love for her is a different kind of love than it was for Christina. That my love will be even deeper because I know what it means to lose a wife. Do you understand, Libby?” he asked gently.
Libby wasn’t sure that she did. Yet in that moment of seeing Pa weep, her concerns about having a mother had fallen away. She just wanted the best for Pa. “You and Annika could be happy together.”
“Yes,” Pa agreed. “We could. And you would be a very special part of our happiness.”
As Libby left the cabin, Pa took up a pen, ready to fill a clean white sheet of paper.
Near the mouth of the Galena River, Caleb asked Libby to help him know when it would be safe for Jordan to leave the Christina.
“Go up on the boiler deck,” he said. “Stay close to where Riggs has his room.”
In the darkness of night, Libby waited next to the railing. Soon a man stopped nearby. He made Libby jumpy. In just a few miles—as soon as we reach Galena—Jordan has to leave. How will I know if it’s safe for him?
When the stranger moved closer to Libby, she edged farther away. I’m on my father’s boat, she told herself. Quickly she glanced around. There were plenty of passengers on the deck. If I scream, I’m okay.
The stranger looked straight ahead over the river and began speaking.
Libby felt sure he was talking to himself. What an unusual man! Then she heard his words.
“I am a slave owner,” he said quietly.
Libby’s heart leaped into her throat. As she turned to see his face, he said, “Don’t look at me. Look down at the water.”
His voice was even quieter now. “There’s much about being a slave owner that I regret. I tried to set my slaves free. I took them across the river and told them to start a new life. Some of them left, but the next morning many were back. I meant well, but it wasn’t enough. All their lives I had forced them to depend on me. I treated them worse than children because I didn’t allow them to think. If I was going to set them free, I needed to let them prepare for freedom.”
The man cleared his throat. “You have a fugitive on board. A fugitive who knows how to win and use freedom. His name is Jordan.”
Libby froze, unwilling to give away by one flick of an eyelash that she knew what he was talking about.
“Jordan is a runaway slave, isn’t he?”
Terrified now, Libby swallowed hard. Knotting her hands, she held them tight, afraid that her nervousness would give Jordan away. But the man talked on.
“Jordan’s owner is on board. Riggs thinks you’ll put Jordan off in Galena. If you want my help, I’ll give it.”
Her heart beating triple time, Libby began to pray. If I ask questions, he’ll know I know about Jordan. Yet as she stood there praying, one thought came to mind. Lord, if You want me to trust this man, give him a good plan.
“If what you’re saying is true, how would you distract Riggs?” Libby asked.
“When the boat comes into Galena, I’ll start talking about a good business deal—a deal where Riggs would make big money. I’ll tell him I have to talk now before leaving the Christina.”
Libby smiled. The plan was perfect. There was nothing that interested Riggs more than making money. Maybe that’s why he started trading slaves in the first place.
“Have Jordan leave the minute the gangplank goes out,” the man went on. “I’ll make sure Riggs is in the main cabin. But I can’t promise how long I can keep him if Jordan doesn’t leave.”
“It’s his life if you give him away,” Libby said.
“I won’t,” the man promised. “If you do what I say, Jordan’s life is safe with me.”
The man turned away. Libby waited until she was sure he was gone. Then she hurried down to the engine room to talk with Caleb and Jordan. When she explained what had happened, Jordan made the choice whether to trust the slave owner.
Jordan went back over Libby’s story. “You prayed?” he wanted to know. “You asked the Lord to give the man a good plan?”
As Libby nodded, Jordan grinned. Standing tall, he wore that look of royalty again. “The good Lord just told me something. He said, ‘Jordan, you trust that man. And you tell Libby she’s become a good conductor on the Underground Railroad.’”
When Jordan left the Christina, he went as a rouster. Hoisting a small barrel onto his shoulder, he hid his face from anyone on the Christina who might watch. From near the gangplank Libby and Caleb watched him walk ashore. Partway across the large area filled with freight, he set down the barrel and walked away.
Just then a shadow rose from behind a big crate. Jordan stopped dead. When a second, then a third shadow rose behind him, Jordan was surrounded.
Caleb leaped to his feet. “Something’s wrong!”
With one quick glance, he looked around to see if anyone was watching. In the next instant Caleb hurried down the gangplank with Libby close on his heels. Faster and faster Caleb walked, as though not wanting to attract attention by running.
He and Libby dodged this way and that between people and freight, but Libby kept sight of Jordan. Soon there were four shadows, then five, next to him. By the time Libby and Caleb reached the last pile of freight, seven people stood around Jordan.
Men, Libby thought, glimpsing their size in the darkness. Who are they? Slave catchers? After all Jordan has gone through to be free?