Jack3 and Ray, with Warden4 Williams and Old Mitchell, were not the first to arrive at the end of the long dock which was the appointed place of meeting for the party that was to raid Frenchman’s Point. Indeed, as they made their way down the pier6 they could see a group of shadowy figures standing7 about the structure, the glowing openings of their pipe bowls making dull red sparks in the grayed darkness.
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The matter of which kind of a boat would be best to take the party across the bay was under discussion when the warden and his three assistants arrived. Some advised the use of sail boats which would approach the Point in silence, while others suggested motor boats because of their superior speed. The chief of the expedition soon settled the question, however, by suggesting that Mitchell’s boat, the Betsy Anne, which was known to be one of the speediest of its size in that vicinity, be used to convey part of the group. Joe Milliken’s sloop9 was chartered to carry the remainder. There were twenty men all told, which provided ten to each boat, thus allowing all to travel in comfort.
Before embarking10, however, a council of war was held, for every man of the twenty was decidedly eager to have the expedition a success. Not one of them had the slightest liking11 for the riffraff of Frenchman’s Point and they said so in rather crude but forceful language. Indeed, almost every fisherman and lobsterman at the Pool had some grudge13 against Salmon14 Jack and other men of the notorious[147] settlement across the bay, and they were more than eager to pay up old scores. Nets had been cut or stolen, lobsters15 and even lobster12 traps and lobster cars had disappeared, and the fishermen were quite certain that the honest old seamen16 who put in at the Pool were not to blame for these outrages17.
In truth, the fact that Old Mitchell had actually secured evidence by means of which arrests and convictions could be made pleased every one in the fishing village who had heard of it so far, and probably Warden Williams could have had a hundred deputies if he had wanted them. His assistant, June Emery, whom Jack and Ray had seen in the warden’s office that evening and whom Mr. Williams had sent to organize the posse, had been discreet18, however, and had only told the news of the proposed raid to the men whom he knew Mr. Williams was anxious to have as members of his party.
Every man of them had come armed in some way or another. One or two had guns, but most of them carried clubs or short-handled, ugly looking mallets, which Ray informed Jack[148] were called “muckles” and were used by cod-fishermen to kill the big fish as they were hauled aboard the dories out on the banks.
The conference on the wharf’s end lasted fully20 fifteen minutes and finally resulted in Warden Williams outlining a plan of action.
“Look here, boys,” he said. “It’ll be about half-past nine when we reach t’ P’int. By that time ha’af of the population of the shanties21 will be in Fred King’s hang-out, which is the only social center those heathens have. I suggest we land on the P’int as quickly as we can and go up and surround the rum shop. Then I’ll go inside and arrest whoever I want, and if they try to scatter22, we’ll buckle23 into ’em and arrest every one we can lay hands on, even if we can’t prove anything agin’ ’em. How’s that?”
“Right’s a fiddle,” said several.
“Mighty24 smart figgerin’,” assured others.
“All right,” said Warden Williams. “Now, boys, tumble aboard the boats. Mitchell, you take your load, and when we land you stand by your boat. Joe, you get your load and when we reach there let June Emery stand by your boat.”
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“Aw, Mr. Williams, does that keep me out of the fracas25?” asked June, who had come around by the side of Jack and Ray.
“Well, I don’t know,” said Mr. Williams, slowly scratching his head. “Seems sort of mean to keep you out of it. I guess Mitch, here, can watch the two boats if you’re keen to mix it up with the rest. All right, you can be one of the fightin’ force.”
At this gratifying news, Jack and Ray could see the lad’s face brighten and they were glad for his sake that he was going to share whatever excitement might attend the raid. All three lads kept close together and found a place in Mitchell’s boat during the scramble26 of embarking.
With the men aboard, the respective skippers were not long in casting off and presently the two boats were racing27 through the mist, the swift little Betsy Anne taking the lead immediately.
To Jack and Ray there was a peculiar28 fascination29 about the night’s work. A primitive30 instinct seemed to work to the surface when they realized that they were slipping along silently through the black water, bent31 on surprising[150] the lobster pirates. Indeed, the spirit of the expedition was so strong that before the boats were half way to the Point men and boys were talking in whispers and even the swish and gurgle under the bow seemed to become subdued32.
“Say, but this is exciting,” whispered Jack to June Emery, who sat at his elbow.
“You bet it is. We’re in for a rough time too, I’m a-thinking. These Frenchmen ain’t any children when it comes to scrapping33, and they’re liable to get their bad blood up before the night’s over and knife a couple of us. There’s been some wild doin’s over there at the Point sometimes when the whole crew was filled full of licker. Fred King sells licker right out in the open, even though it’s agin’ the law in Maine. They’re a bad lot, I tell you.”
“I know French Canadians and half-breeds,” said Ray. “One got loose down in Ascog one night after he’d been out getting tight, and before they got him into the lockup he’d laid three men up for repairs. They’ve bad blood in them, I guess.”
“Jiminy, I wonder what will break loose to-night, then?” asked Ray breathlessly.
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“We’ll know in mighty short order now, for I can see lights out ahead there in the mist and I guess they come from the shanties on the Point. Some of their houses are built pretty well down on the beach,” said June.
Jack and Ray looked out past the bulging34 jib and saw tiny specks35 of yellow through the gray darkness. Others saw these pin points of light too, for a murmur36 went ’round the boat and the lads could hear the men gathering37 their clubs and mallets together. As for Jack, he had armed himself with a weighty cudgel which he had found in Mr. Williams’ woodshed and as the boat approached the beach he took a firm grip upon this formidable weapon. Ray had equipped himself in a similar manner, while June carried a stout38 looking hickory ax-haft.
Fortunately the boats approached Frenchman’s Point on the bay side and consequently there were no breakers to make landing difficult. Indeed, Old Mitchell ran the Betsy Anne head on for the beach and grounded her without making the slightest noise. Milliken’s boat arrived a moment later and in less than five minutes the entire posse was ashore39 and ready for action.
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But few moments were wasted in getting the lay of the land, for most of the men knew Frenchman’s Point well enough to make any building there in any kind of a mist. That being the case, Warden Williams took the lead and in a jiffy the men were trudging40 through the sands as silently as so many specters. As they moved on up the beach the lights became more numerous and now and then the little band passed within a stone’s toss of one of the many dilapidated shanties that made up the colony.
Soon Jack found that they were proceeding41 down what appeared to be a street. There were shacks42 and shanties on either side and in one place there were strips of bark and pieces of old timber. This was evidently meant to serve as a sidewalk, but sand had blown up and covered it completely in many places. No one appeared to be awake about the place, for the men did not encounter a single person. Indeed, the only signs of life were the sparks of yellow light that glimmered43 through the mist and the muffled44 voices in the distance.
It was toward the point from which the voices sounded that Warden Williams led his[153] followers45. The lights of Fred King’s hang-out soon became discernible, and when they did the men proceeded more cautiously, some of them crouching46 low and moving along with stealthy tread, although there was no reason for such caution since the sand muffled their footsteps.
Once more Jack thrilled with the primitive instinct of the hunter. It did not take much of an imagination to conjure47 up feathered head-dresses instead of the so’westers the fishermen wore, and tomahawks and spears instead of clubs and mallets. Indeed, for the moment he felt exactly as if he had been transported back a century or more and was a member of an Indian raiding party about to swoop48 down upon a log cabin filled with settlers.
But he could not afford to give such thought playroom in his mind very long, for presently Mr. Williams halted the party and pointed5 out a low building not fifty feet distant. Light was glowing from its windows and above the shouts of laughter and the loud talking could be heard the discordant49 jangle of a dance hall piano.
“There’s Fred King’s place and from the[154] noise I calc-late there’s a full house an’ plenty doin’,” said Mr. Williams. “Now, boys, surround the building and lie down in the sand until you hear things begin to happen. I’m goin’ to take four or five with me an’ kick my way into the place. Who wants to come along?”
Jack and Ray crowded forward with several others while the rest of the party started to surround the building.
“All right, boys, come on, an’ if a free fight starts, the rest of you pile right in behin’ us and crack as many heads as you see. I’m going after Salmon Jack, Long Aleck, and whoever else I see in there,” said the warden as he started forward with his detachment of followers at his heels.
On his way around to the front of the building the warden drew a huge revolver from under his coat and cocked the hammer. Then as he reached the narrow porch that stretched in front of the doorway50 he muttered under his breath:
“Be ready, lads; here goes.”
The next instant there was the tramping of many feet on the porch and a bang as Mr.[155] Williams threw open the door and leapt inside, his revolver leveled.
“Hands up,” he roared as he advanced, followed closely by the five men who had come to help him make the arrests.
In the brief pause that followed Jack caught a glimpse of a smoke-filled room furnished with dirty, grimy-looking round tables and a big flat piano. The place was crowded with disreputable looking men. They were all swarthy and ugly of feature and Jack appraised51 them as about the worst looking lot of individuals he had ever set eyes upon.
At the roared command of the warden, every man turned and faced the doorway, and when they saw the leveled revolver, backed up by determined52 faces and heavy looking clubs, they at once put their hands above their heads. Then before they could recover from their surprise Mr. Williams pointed out four of them with a wave of his revolver, calling each one of them by name.
“You, Salmon Jack, an’ Long Aleck, come out here, an’ you Jean Bastian, and Paul Nez there, come on. You’re all under arrest. I’ve warrants for each one o’—”
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Crash!
Jack heard the rattle53 of glass and tin and the place was in total darkness! Some one had thrown a chair and smashed the big swinging oil lamp in the center of the room, putting it completely out. And the next instant came the cry:
“Da warden! Gatheem! Queek! Queek!—”
Things began to happen in earnest after that. Indeed, events transpired54 so swiftly during the next five minutes that Jack could hardly believe that so much could happen in so short a time. There was the rush of feet and the muttering of the Frenchmen as they closed with the men in the doorway. Then came another rush from the rear as the rest of the posse came up. Jack was quite undetermined what to do. He could hear the voices of his friends and he could hear the curses of the Frenchmen, but for the life of him he could not tell which was which, and indeed for a moment he was helplessly jostled one way and the other by the swaying fighters, and afraid to wield55 his club for fear of hitting some one of his own party.
But presently a big fist shot out of the darkness[157] and landed a stinging blow on his cheek. That settled the lad’s indecision. The club came down with a whack56 on the spot where the head behind that hand should have been. And it must have found its mark, for it landed solidly and was immediately followed by an explosion of French oaths.
Again Jack struck and again the club landed. But this time it was seized and wrenched57 from his hand. The lad realized on the instant that he would feel the club next unless he could lay hand upon the man who had torn it from his grasp. Like a bull dog he leapt forward and grappled with his assailant. Then with a thump58 and a grunt59 from the man on the bottom they both landed upon the floor and began rolling over and over, pummeling each other with their fists.
It was no mean antagonist60 that Jack had selected, as the lad realized when he felt the weight of the Frenchman. Nor did he have a soft fist or playful touch either. Indeed, every time that fist landed, Jack felt dazed for the moment. But he gave as much as he took. Every time his arms were free he drove a solid[158] right at his enemy and each one brought forth61 a grunt and a string of curses.
Over and over they rolled. Sometimes they struggled to their feet, only to trip over tables and chairs and go crashing down again, and all the time they were working away from the center of the turmoil62 which was about the door and out upon the narrow porch. Indeed, as they swayed backward and forward Jack suddenly realized that they had fought their way clear across the room, for presently they brought up with a bang and a discordant jangle against the piano, tripped over the stool and crashed to the floor once more.
But this time the Frenchman was on top of Jack and had one of the lad’s hands pinned fast to the floor. The Vermonter struck with the other at the ugly face which he felt, rather than saw, close to his own. It was a stinging blow, for the Frenchman roared with pain. Then in his frenzy63 his big hand reached out and clutched Jack about the throat. For a moment the lobster thief did not seem to realize his advantage, but when he did his grip tightened65 about the boy’s windpipe.
Jack thrashed and punched as hard as he[159] could but the Frenchman had him pinned fast and did not seem to mind the boy’s blows at all. Jack was frantic66! The grip seemed to tighten64! The veins67 in his neck burned under the pressure, and his head swam with dizziness! His lungs, too, seemed on the point of bursting with the air that was pent up in them! He grew sick and faint! Was this the end? Would the Frenchman hold on forever! Couldn’t he shake the big man off! Was he—
Jack’s right hand had been groping about on the floor for something to strike with. Suddenly it closed upon the iron pivot68 of the piano stool. Grasping it thus, the seat made an excellent mallet19 and with all his might Jack struck once, twice, three times, at the face that bent above him!
Jack felt the grip on his throat relax and the man who had pinned him down fell helplessly across his body. The lad tried to throw him off, but his strength was almost gone. Once more he tried but this effort was weaker than the last, and with a third attempt he fainted.
The sensation of a dipper of salt water being[160] dashed into his face aroused Jack to consciousness. Never had cold seawater felt so pleasant. In spite of the fact that it was all running down his neck and into his shirt, Jack lay still and let himself be deluged69 again before he opened his eyes and sat up. He was lying in the bottom of the Betsy Anne with Ray and Warden Williams bending over him.
“What do you want to scare a fellow most to death for? Are you all right now, Jack?” asked Ray with great concern.
“Why, why—well, I guess I am— Say give me a dipper full of real water—er—ah, white water—aw, I mean fresh water. I’m as thirsty as a horse and my throat—ugh.” Jack felt tenderly of his neck as he spoke70.
“Sure, here you are, son,” said the warden.
Jack drank gratefully. Then as he passed the dipper back to Mr. Williams, he asked:
“Well, did you get Salmon Jack?”
“Did we get him?” exclaimed the warden. “Why, lad, you laid him out so cold he hasn’t come to yet. Though I calculate he will by the time we reach the Pool. He’s over in Milliken’s boat. They’re workin’ on him now. What did you hit him with, son, he’s almost—”
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“What did I hit him with? Why, was that Salmon Jack I buckled71 into?” exclaimed the boy from Drueryville in surprise.
“You bet it was. And it’s a wonder to me he didn’t knife you. We thought he had when we saw the two of you all in a heap on the floor. Guess he didn’t have his dirk with him. What did you hit him with?”
“Well, you see he was choking me and—I guess I found the top of the piano stool,” said Jack.
“I thinks as ’ow ’e’s lucky ye didn’t ’ave a mind t’ ’it ’im wi’ t’ pianner hinstid. T’ seat made an’ hawful dint72 as ’twas,” said Old Mitchell dryly, as he shifted the tiller a little to draw the Betsy Anne into her course.
“Hello, Mr. Mitchell,” said Jack, turning toward the lobsterman whom he could discern but dimly through the mist which had thickened considerably73. “Say, are you going to take us to Hood74 Island?”
“’Eavens no, leastwise not t’night,” said the one-legged mariner75 as he spat76 over the side of the boat. “Won’t t’morrer do jest as well?”
“No, no, you can’t go back to-night. T’ trip is too long and dangerous. Stay at my[162] house and let English here take you back in the morning,” said Warden Williams.
“Thank ’e, Warden, but I ain’t ’customed t’ leave t’ Betsy Hanne hin a strange port. I’ll stick by t’ craft, though t’ boys kin8 go ’ome wi’ ye. There ain’t beddin’ ’nough aboard fer three, anyway,” said Mitchell.
“All right,” consented Jack, “only I’m very much afraid Mr. Warner and our friends at the camp will be worried about us. I really don’t feel much like going back before I get some sleep, though. I’m about all in.”
“So am I,” said Ray with a yawn.
“Well, we’ll raise t’ pier head-lights at t’ Pool in a few minutes now and then as soon as we git our prisoners in t’ lockup we can all tumble into bed. I calc-late that— Hi, Mitchell, look out there— Them lights there— Quick! It’s a boat—she’ll run us down! Where’s that fish horn!”
Warden Williams grasped a long tin horn and began to blow furiously.
Jack and Ray both looked and beheld77 the dimmed lights of a sailing vessel1 coming out of the mist and dead toward them. But Old Mitchell had seen them too, and in a moment he[163] became a man of action. He saw that he could not cross the on-coming vessel’s bow without being run down, so he threw over the helm and hauled in upon the sheet and in a jiffy the Betsy Anne had come up into the wind and almost to a full stop. At the same time the old man shouted at the top of his voice:
“Ay, there, port yer ’elm, port ’er, ye bloody78 lubbers. Why n’t ye look where yer goin’. Blime ’e hif ’e ain’t awkkerd.”
The man at the wheel of the larger vessel had acted as quickly as Mitchell, however, and the next moment a big yawl slipped through the fog not ten feet from the Betsy Anne. And as the ghostly craft faded out of sight again, Ray seized Jack by the arm and asked:
“Jack, did you get a good look at her?”
“No,” said the young Vermonter. “Why?”
“Well it was a yawl—and—and—oh, well, it looked sort of familiar, that was all.”
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| n.头巾，兜帽，覆盖；v.罩上，以头巾覆盖 | |
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