“Hi you, Ray! Why, you startled the life out of me. What are you sitting there like a stone idol5 for, cheating an honest fellow out of his sleep, by staring at him with trouble in your eyes. How long have you been awake?”
“Who? Me?” asked Ray absently.
“Yes, you. Who did you think I meant? The bed post? Say, you’re worried, aren’t you? What’s sticking in your crop now? I’ll bet you’ve been sitting there half of the night. Hang it, Ray, what is the matter, anyway?” demanded Jack.
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“Oh, nothing, I was just thinking, that’s all.”
“Thinking? About what? I’ll bet it was that blamed old model lifeboat of yours, wasn’t it?”
“Well, something like that,” said Ray with a sheepish grin.
“Now, I know you’re lying to me,” said Jack. “You weren’t thinking about the model at all or you wouldn’t have confessed so quickly. You were worrying about something else.”
“No, no, Jack, the model was in my mind—a little, anyway. Come on, let’s get up. I’ve been awake a long time, waiting for you to turn out. Mr. Williams has been up nearly an hour. I heard his wife call him for breakfast. Come on, get a wiggle on, for I think I smell some good old fried clams8. Um-m-m, ah—just think how they’ll taste,” said Ray, smacking9 his lips as he hopped10 out of bed and began to pull on his trousers.
Jack tried to be equally agile11, but when he bounded to the floor he let out a whoop12 of distress13, for it seemed as if every muscle in his body had been stretched out of shape. He was sore from his violent exercise of the night before,[166] and there were bumps and bruises14 all over him, not to mention a puffed-up lip which felt about thrice its natural size.
“Jiminy, but I’m stiff,” he grunted15 as he sat down on the edge of the bed and began to pull on his stockings.
“I’m a little stiff myself,” confessed Ray, stretching his strong arms above his head. “I had a fracas16 last night with one of those Frenchmen too, only I didn’t have to use a piano stool. I just lammed him good with my right hand. Say, but you did lay old Salmon17 Jack out for fair. Did you notice how wobbly he was when they took him into the lockup last night? And did you see that long lanky18 fellow? Some one treated him mighty19 rough. He had two dandy shiners. I suppose they’ll all be brought before the Justice of the Peace to-day. If it wasn’t that Mr. Warner and the rest might be worrying over us, I’d like to stay.”
“I wonder what they’ll do with ’em?” said Jack, crossing the room to the little old-fashioned mirror on the wall and smoothing his rumpled20 hair with a white comb he had found on the highboy in the corner.
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“Why, Mr. Williams said that they would probably be taken to the County Seat and kept there until the County Court meets next month. Then they will likely be sent to jail for three or four years or even longer. I guess they’re a bad lot and the warden21’s glad to get ’em under lock and key.”
“Well, come on. Let’s get downstairs. I’m nearly famished22, and besides Old Mitchell will be waiting for us. I suppose he’s wondering now whether we’re going to sleep all day or not. The mist seems to have thinned out a little, but the sky looks mighty lowery, doesn’t it?” said Jack.
“Yes, I guess we’re in for a spell o’ weather,” answered his companion.
Ray’s sense of smell had not deceived him. There were clams for breakfast, great stacks of them, and hot biscuits and a pitcher24 of honey and still another of cream. And there were doughnuts, too, and coffee, and best of all the smiling face of Mrs. Williams and the genial25 countenance26 of the warden himself. He was already seated at the table, a big napkin tucked under his double chin, and Mrs. Williams, who was as tiny as her husband was ponderous27,[168] was heaping his plate with freshly fried clams.
“Good morning, boys,” she said with a smile, but before they could reply, the warden’s deep voice boomed out:
“Well, well, what do you fellers think this place is, one o’ those city houses that don’t wake up until nine o’clock? Jingonetties, why didn’t you sleep all day?”
“There, there, Will, don’t scold them. Poor lads, they’re tired. Here sit down in this comfortable chair. I’ll bring you some hot clams right away,” said Mrs. Williams, who was fond of pretending that her husband’s assumed gruffness frightened her when it really did not at all.
Those clams were truly wonderful. They fairly melted in Jack’s mouth and the honey and cream was the best he had ever tasted. Indeed, Jack could scarcely remember ever having enjoyed a breakfast quite so thoroughly28 as he did the one arranged by Mrs. Williams. And as for Ray, well, he said absolutely nothing at all, but the way he devoured29 the savory30 brown morsels31 that the good lady set before him was quite the best compliment he could have offered her. The boys had the appetites[169] of young sharks, and since Mr. Williams was as busy as they at the same occupation, there was very little conversation. But the unfortunate part of a good meal is that one finally reaches the point where he can eat no more. Jack and Ray reached this period disappointingly soon. They were forced to suspend activities for sheer lack of room.
“Oh, what a good breakfast,” said Ray, with a sigh as he wiped his mouth on his napkin. “Shucks, I’m sorry I can’t stow away any more.”
“So am I,” assured Jack as he let his belt out another hole.
“Well, now that you’ve got a full cargo32, how about goin’ over to the lock-up and havin’ a look at our friends of last night?” asked Mr. Williams, finding his hat and coat.
“Well, no, I’m afraid we can’t, though we’d like to very much. You see, we’ve been away from Hood33 Island a day and a night and goodness knows what Mr. Warner thinks has happened to us. Then, besides, Old Mitchell is probably waiting for us. I think we’d better go right down to the wharf34,” said Jack.
“I’d rather get aboard the Betsy Anne. I[170] think I’d feel better,” said Ray, and his words seemed to have a peculiar35 meaning.
“Well, all right, boys, go long. I’ll be over to Hood Island to see you before the Summer’s over,” said the warden as he shook hands and hurried out.
Jack and Ray lingered long enough to say good-by to Mrs. Williams and thank the little woman for her kindness. Then they fared forth36 into the old-fashioned street in which Mr. Williams lived. The residential37 section of the Pool was up a gentle slope from the bay and some distance from the business section where the fish markets and stalls were located.
This quarter of the community was quaintly38 aristocratic in appearance. The streets were lined with elms guarded by squared tree boxes and the houses were all surrounded by little lawns and flower gardens. In truth, the whole section had an atmosphere of the early Sixties, a fact which Jack remarked as the boys walked toward the waterfront.
But soon they passed on into the busy part of the town where merchants and fishermen were dickering and bargaining over the morning’s catch and where women with baskets on their[171] arms were marketing39 and shippers were trading for their daily consignments40 for Boston or New York.
The little community seemed to Jack to be very lively and wide awake for a place of its size and he watched with eager interest the crowds of men who tramped up and down the narrow streets, their big sea boots making a tremendous thumping41 noise on the board sidewalks.
And presently as he was watching, there moved into his line of vision on the opposite side of the thoroughfare a ponderous man who was clad in a pea jacket, blue cap and heavy boots. His face was dark and weather-beaten and he wore a black beard which helped to give him a very stern appearance. Jack knew that he had seen him before and he groped about in his mind for a name to fit his countenance.
“Who is he?” he mused42. “Where did I see him before? Where—”
“Say, Ray,” he said aloud, “who is that big man with a beard over there? See he’s looking this way now—why—why— What’s the matter, Ray?”
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Ray had looked, at Jack’s request, and the moment he set eyes upon the big man his face paled and he became thoroughly frightened.
“Jack, that’s Uncle Vance,” he said in a husky whisper. “I wonder if he saw us. I was almost certain that was his yawl that nearly ran us down last night. That’s what I was worrying about this morning. Come on, let’s— Oh, Jack, he’s recognized me! Here he comes! Run! Run! Please run!”
Jack gave one glance across the street again and saw the bearded giant headed for them at top speed and the look on his face was enough to make the boys run, whether they wanted to or not. Like a flash Jack turned, but Ray had already bolted and was twenty feet away and running like the wind. Up the center of the crowded street went the chase, Ray in the lead and Jack right at his heels, with the big man in full cry not thirty feet behind.
Ray dodged43 into the first cross street he came to and this being comparatively free of pedestrians45 he let out a burst of speed that astonished the young Vermonter, who was no slow runner himself. The lad from Drueryville had hard[173] work to keep up with his chum, and as he raced along at Ray’s heels he could not help but picture how Ray would look in moleskins with a football tucked under one arm, going across a gridiron at such a pace.
But he had no time to conjure46 up such pictures, for presently Ray dodged around another corner into a street that ran parallel to the main street and led toward the wharves47. Jack risked a glance backward at this point and saw that while they had not shaken the uncle off their tracks they were outdistancing him fast.
“Hit it up faster and dodge44 once more, Ray, and we’ll shake him,” he panted to the young swordfisherman. And hit it up Ray did until Jack’s legs fairly ached with the pace. Down to the docks ran the boys, upsetting a clam7 digger with a basket on his head, and leaving chaos48 and a crowd of angry looking natives in their wake.
But in a moment the lads reached the long dock at the end of which the Betsy Anne was moored49. At a distance they could see Old Mitchell standing50 on the very end of the wharf, looking in their direction. And when he saw[174] the boys racing51 down the pier52 at full speed his eyes grew round with wonder.
Ray could not stop to explain, however:
“Quick, Mitchell, quick! Get us aboard the Betsy Anne and get her out among the fishing boats so he can’t find us. Oh, please, please hurry.”
“’Urry, is hit? ’Urry, wit blow me, hif I thought you lads wuz hin a ’urry, seeings ’ow I been a-waitin’ fer a ’our.”
“Yes, yes, but we are in a hurry,” insisted Jack as he followed Ray down the ladder and into the cockpit of the Betsy Anne.
“So are I,” said Mitchell, and after casting off the mooring53 he scrambled54 down on one foot. “So are I, fer I likes t’ go hout on t’ tide, I does.”
Just where or when Ray’s uncle had given up the chase the boys could not tell, but in spite of the wide trail of angry men and women, and overturned carts the boys had left along the water front, Vance Carroll had evidently lost them. Leastwise, he did not put in his appearance upon the long dock while the Betsy Anne was getting under way, for which Ray and Jack were truly thankful.
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In ten minutes the little sloop55, with Captain Eli’s green dory still trailing on behind, was scudding56 out toward the open sea, dodging57 through the fleet of fishing boats and walking away from every craft that tried to keep pace with her. And when the boys had finally regained58 their breath and were a little more at ease, they related to the old lobsterman their triumph in shaking the man whom Ray feared so much.
But this triumph was short-lived, for even while they were telling their story Ray paused and shaded his eyes with his hands; for back there, far across the harbor, he had caught sight of the swordfisherman’s yawl.
“Mr. Mitchell, have you got a glass? There’s his boat over yonder and I do believe they’re making sail on her. Say, do you suppose he’s found out that we are on the Betsy Anne and is getting ready to chase us? If he is, we’re lost, for the Fish Hawk60 can overhaul61 anything that carries sail, seems to me.”
“Huh, don’t be s’ sure o’ that, me ’arty,” said Old Mitchell indignantly. “T’ Betsy Hanne kin6 shake a leg ’erself. Which be t’[176] yawl ye want t’ know about. That one ower there; way, way ower ’bout4 a mile?”
“Yes, that’s it, over there in a line with that church steeple on shore. She’s—”
“Blow me hif she ain’t makin’ sail,” exclaimed Mitchell.
“Good night, Jack!” said Ray with a startled look. “Then it’s all up with me.”
“Hup, say ye, hall hup. Huh, blime ’e hif t’ hole Betsy Hanne can’t make ’Ood Hisland afore that air wessel, seein’ as ’ow we got a mile start wi’ them, blime ’e I’ll sink ’er, that’s what I’ll do.”
“Can you beat her, Mr. Mitchell? Can you?” asked Ray almost tearfully, putting his hand on the old man’s shoulder.
“I’ll go fer t’ show ’e hif ye want me to,” said the lobsterman as he spat63 over the side.
“Well, goodness help me if you don’t,” said Ray, “for if Uncle Vance ever gets his hands on me again he’ll certainly make me pay for running away.”
“Why now, ’ow’s this? ’Tis yer uncle ye’re a-runnin’ awi’ from?” queried64 Mitchell, as he shifted the tiller and took in about a foot of[177] the sheet, to make the mainsail draw better.
“Yes, that’s who he is,” said Ray bitterly. “He’s my uncle and a fine uncle he’s been to me. Thrashed the life out of me as long as I’ve known him and made things generally miserable65 for me. Aw—hang it, I get so unhappy thinking about the way he treated me that I could almost be a baby over it, I guess,” said Ray, swallowing hard.
“Tut, tut, don’t take hit s’ard, me lad; ye don’t need t’ talk habout hit hif ’e don’t want t’,” said the kind-hearted old lobsterman as he cast a watchful66 eye aloft to see that there were no wrinkles in the peak.
“I’m mighty glad I ran away from him,” said Ray, “though sometimes I worry over whether I did right or not. You see, he’s my only relative and I’ve cut loose from him entirely67. Folks says that when a lad shifts around without any grown folks to lean upon he’s liable to become a ‘good-for-nothing,’ as my uncle says. Yet, for all, I’ve been a heap more comfortable since I ran away from him,” he concluded doggedly68.
“’Ow came ’e fer t’ git on ’Ood Hisland?” queried Mitchell.
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“Why, I jumped overboard and swam ashore69,” said Ray.
“And it was some swim,” supplemented Jack enthusiastically.
“Han’ ye crossed ’e’s bow t’ day over in Haustin’s Pool?” queried Mitchell, looking astern.
“Yes, and we had to run like the dickens to shake him. Is his boat anywhere in sight— Gee70, he’s following us all right? That’s his sail, way back there. Oh, Mr. Mitchell, please get us to the island first. I can’t go back with him. I can’t.”
“Tut, tut, lad, we’ve a flyin’ start hon ’im, an’ hif we don’t out-run ’im, big as ’e is, wi—wi—well, we’ll do hit. An’ as fer you bein’ aferd o’ turnin’ hout a ‘good-for-nothin’ es you say, wi’ I think as ’ow ’e might o’ become one o’ them air things hif ye’d stayed wi ’im. Floggins an’ rope hend ain’t good hif a feller gits ’em too hoften. Why, lads, look o’ me. I ain’t a ‘good-fer-nothin’ no more are I a lofer er a lobster59 pirut er a bloomin’ sea lawyer, an’ I ain’t ’ad no re-elatives t’ lean hupon since I was passin’ ten.”
“Tell us about yourself,” said Jack, who had[179] always been curious to know the old seaman’s past.
“Why, now they ain’t much t’ tell,” said the lobsterman, after his usual preliminary of spitting over the rail. “They ain’t much t’ tell, seein’ as ’ow when I was but knee ’igh t’ a water butt71 me daddy was lost wi’ a hull72 trawlin’ crew hin t’ North Sea. Then I became an horphant an’ wi’hout one relative, seein’ as ’ow me mother ’ad died when I was a toddler.
“The folks as I was livin’ wi’ didn’t hexpect no more board money fer me as was paid by me daddy when ’e was alivin’ an’ they jest turned me hout t’ a free farm which ain’t no com’f’table place fer a yonker.
“Seein’ as ’ow things was as they was I hups an’ runs awi, sterin’ a course fer Lonnon. But on me wi I finds an’ hole salt, naime o’ Jem Banks, an’ ’e bein’ a ’arty hole salt as is hin t’ sarvice, ’e takes a likin’ o’ me an’ says, says ’e, ‘’Ere, lad, they’re a needin’ of a cabin-boy aboard t’ Bull’ark. Why don’t ’e come along o’ me an’ sign pipers?’
“‘Aye, aye,’ says I, bein’ by natcher a sailor. This ’ere tickles73 Jem Banks an’ ’e tikes me along[180] of ’im an’ next thing ’ere I are cabin boy aboard the H.M.S. Bull’ark.”
“How long did you stay in the navy?” asked Ray.
“Till I gits t’ be a real A.B. When I’m a lad habout twenty I tikes hit hin me ’ead t’ try an adwenture ’er two, so seein’ as ’ow I’d served me time I hups an’ leaves an’ ships aboard t’ Jenney Lee, what is a ship as is runnin’ hof t’ bloccade hin Caroliney durin’ t’ Civil War. But we ain’t run ’em more’n twict when sinked we are be t’ U.S.S. New ’Ampshire an’ hin t’ fracus me laig’s shot hoff.
“Well, now, they ain’t much more to tell, exceptin’ as ’ow I was taken pris’ner o’ war an’ such like an’ nigh got ’ung fer me bein’ a bloccade runner, hafter I comes hout of the ’orspital wi’ me timber laig. Hafter t’ war I gets hup north ’ere ’mongst t’ fishermen, an’ drifted from one thing to t’other till ’ere I are ’igh an’ dry hon ’Ood Hisland, makin’ of a fair livin’ wi’ me lobster pots, where I been t’ last twenty years.”
“You certainly have had an interesting time of it,” said Jack enthusiastically.
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“I guess he has,” added Ray. “I wonder how I’ll come out without my uncle or any one to—By George, I plum forgot we were running away from him. Look, look, he’s picked up a lot. Oh, Mr. Mitchell, can we make the island ahead of him?”
In truth, all three had forgotten the chase for the time and in the meanwhile the yawl had been gaining at every mile.
“Blow me, hif I didn’t fergit habout hit, too. My heye, but ’e’s got a sailboat fer ’e an’ a sailor at ’er wheel too. Come, shake a leg, Betsy Hanne. There’s t’ hisland ower there. Bout four miles t’ go. Ye gotta ’op along, me Betsy. An’ hit’s startin’ t’ rain an’ blow a little, hin t’ bargain.”
From then on the boys were too much worried about the swiftly flying yawl to think of conversation. Ray’s uncle had every inch of canvas set and the swift swordfisherman was plowing74 through the water at top speed. But the Betsy Anne was making time, too. With the wind off her port quarter and all sails set, she was heeling low and making the water boil under her sharp little bow. On and on she[182] raced, dashing spray over her crew as she cut her way through the big seas that were being kicked up by the ever freshening wind.
But in spite of the little boat’s good time, Old Mitchell was plainly worried over the outcome of the race.
“Look ’ere, lads, even hif we do beat ’im to t’ hisland, ’ow are I t’ prewent yer uncle from comin’ ’longside an’ shanghain’ o’ ye hoff aboard e’s own wessel what is such a nifty sailin’ one?”
“Why—why—that’s right,” said Ray helplessly.
“Do the same as you did before, Ray,” said Jack. “I mean, let Mr. Mitchell run the Betsy Anne along the outside of the reef to the opening and then slip through. He won’t dare follow you then.”
“That’s right. Can you put the Betsy Anne through that opening in Cobra Reef? You know the place I mean. About half way up to the lighthouse.”
“I put ’er through every time I pays a call hon Cap’n Eli, which I admits ain’t been often o’ late,” said the lobsterman.
“Good, then beat him to it and put her[183] through this time. He’ll never follow us ’cause he don’t know the channel and he’ll never land on that end of the island again, not after the lamming he got from Big O’Brien, will he, Jack?”
“No, siree,” said Jack.
“Aye, aye, sir, through t’ reef she goes,” said Mitchell.
All attention was settled on the chase after that. The yawl had cut the distance between the two vessels76 down to half a mile and Hood Island was still two miles off. On sped the boats, the yawl breasting the waves in fine fashion and heeling over to what seemed a perilous77 angle.
“He keeps canvas on the Fish Hawk,” said Ray. “Wind’s fresh enough to stand a reef. Don’t you think so, Mr. Mitchell?”
“’E kin take a reef hif ’e want, but not fer t’ Betsy Hanne,” said the old mariner78. “My boat kin stand weather, she can.”
Indeed, the Betsy Anne proved that she could, for her big mainsail was as tight as a drum and her jib as full. She was cutting the water like a knife and eating up the distance toward the island.
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Now they were abreast79 of the lower end and a mile off shore. The yawl was sliding down on the same tack23 but still a half mile off the Betsy’s starboard quarter.
“Neck and neck,” cried the skipper of the little craft. “Neck an’ neck wi’ a mile t’ run before we strikes t’ reef. Hit’s a close race, me ’arties, for ’e’s comin’ fast.”
“Hit’s a close race, me ’arties, for ’e’s comin’ fast.”
“Oh, make it please! We must! We must!” said Ray nervously80 as he looked toward his uncle’s boat.
“Aye, aye, sir,” said the lobsterman and the next moment the Betsy Anne came about and started on the last reach toward the reef.
The Fish Hawk came about a moment later and much to the chagrin81 of the boys she seemed but half the distance behind.
“Jiminy, look at that boat come,” cried Jack, now thoroughly excited.
“I should say she is coming,” said Ray, “and by gracious if she can beat us out on this stretch she can cut across our bow and head us off from the opening in the reef for she’ll be on our port side. Oh, make it, Mr. Mitchell, make it, for goodness’ sakes.”
But Mitchell was all attention on the race[185] just then and did not even look at the lads. With cool calculating eye he measured the distance between his boat and the yawl and the distance to the reef. For fully62 five minutes he was as silent as a stone image, then he said triumphantly82:
“Hif we keep hit up, boys, we’ll crowd ’im hin s’close to t’ reef that ’e’ll be huncom’f’table. Then ’e’ll ’ave t’ come about and run astern o’ us, which will lose ’im a ’undred yards; either that er ’e’ll ’ave t’ run hus down, which ’e won’t do fer fear o’ stovin’ hup ’es own boat. We got ’im, lads, cause ’e won’t run werry close hin fer t’ water’s bilin’ hup on t’ rocks. Watch now. We’re edgin’ closer. See ’im, ’es narvous! See ’im! See ’im now! Ain’t ’e figity! ’E gettin’ hin clost! ’As ’e got ’es nerve wi’ ’im? Nope—’o—’o—I knew hit—’ere ’e comes about an’ on we goes a ’undred yards further. Hoorah!”
True to the old man’s calculations, the little boat crowded the big boat out of the inside course. Ray’s uncle was afraid to venture as close to the ugly water as Mitchell sailed his boat and he was forced to come about and head across the wake of the Betsy Anne. But the[186] lobsterman’s craft kept dead on for five minutes longer and the yawl sheered off to keep from running her down.
“Out-sailed, by George, out-sailed! I’ll bet Uncle Vance is so mad he would sink us if he had to do it over again,” screamed Ray in delight. The two boats had crossed so close to each other that he could see the bearded figure of his uncle at the wheel. Indeed, the old tyrant83 shook his fist at the lad and Ray grinned in return.
The run up along the reef was made with the Betsy Anne on the inside and the Fish Hawk two hundred yards off the starboard quarter. But the swordfisherman could see that the race was lost and he was only keeping abreast while he thought of a new plan of action. But even while he was thinking it over the sloop came even with the break between the rocks and although the water raced through the opening at express speed and lashed84 the boulders85 on either side, Old Mitchell jammed down the helm, hauled in on his sheet and with a swish of canvas and the creaking of blocks, the Betsy Anne came about and slipped through and into the comparatively smooth water inside.
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“Talk about a sailor!” cried Ray, as Mitchell headed the Betsy Anne north again toward the little beach. “Talk about a sailor! Why, there isn’t a man along the Maine coast who could have done it prettier, Mr. Mitchell.”
“Tut, tut, hit hall comes o’ my known t’ wies o’ me Betsy Hanne, me boy,” said the lobsterman, but he was plainly pleased with the compliment.
A few minutes later the little sloop came to anchor and the crew of three rowed to the beach in Captain Eli’s dory. And as the trio stepped ashore, Ray turned and gazed at the disappearing Fish Hawk.
“Well, we beat you, Uncle Vance, and I hope I’ll never see your old boat again,” he said.
But he little knew under what circumstances he would see his uncle’s vessel75 once more.
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