Now that I've located you so clos e to the city, I want you to try and get per mission to come in and see me, if only for an hour or two, and I'll spin you some yarns that will make your hair curl. You'll find me at the Palmetto on Duguerre Street, No. A change from th e fok's l and the s hip's grub, is a luxury to be appreciated by your s truly, though the Palmetto isn't a swell joint b y any means-just a saloon and sailors' boarding-house.
Come any afternoon this week. Pounde x ter s uddenly s trode into the room. What are you reading? A letter! Let me see it, sir. Poundext e r snatched Torn Lan s ton' s letter out of his hand befor e he could make a move to hid e it. Had Jack been able to pierc e the gloom of the corridor out s ide, he would have seen Walter Pendleton standing there fully dressed, and that would have accounted for th e doctor's pre s ence on the scene Pendleton, whose spying propen s ities w ere s uspected his companions, had peeked through th e keyhole of the door, and seeing Jack r e ading a lett e r beside a lighted candle, had at once consid e red it his duty to notify Dr.
At any rate, Jack was caught redhanded, as it were, and he realiz e d that he was up against it.. Poundexter glanced at the envelope, thinking it be some communication which the boy had received in a surreptitious manner, e ith e r ove r the wall, or through the connivance of one of the servants. The moment his eyes re sted on the superscription, with its stamp and city postmark, he recogniz e d it as the letter he had held b ack from Jack, and which he had thrown into his waste basket to be burned up.
His brow grew as black as a thunder gust "How did you get this letter, Carter? They sympa thized with Jack, but that was all they could do under the circumstances. Jack obeyed, s atisfied that h e was in for a severe punish ment. Poundext e r led the way to hi s study. Pound e xter. Jack remained silent. You s hall be confined in the black hole, to-night.
You will have an opportunit y to reflect in s olitude a nd discomfort. In the morning if you s till per s i s t in your refusal to explain how you got that l e tter, I.. If that does not break down your obstinacy you will be de pri ved of your noon playhour for the next thirty days. The four Saturdays of th'at time you will spe nd in the st ud y hall by yourself, and that the time may not be wasted you s h a ll copy the history of Rome from the reign of Augustus Omsar to the fall of the empire, as set forth in your modern history.
Now, follow me. The only piece of furniture it contained was a s ma ll three-legged stool. Well, I don't mean to give Benny away, neither do I intend to s ubmit to a caning if I can help myself. That is a little beyond the limit, at my age. I consider it a degradation I'll run away, b e for e I'll s tand for it, no matter wha. It was situated at the corner of the school building. The rest of the cellar was filled with wood and coa 1 bins, miscellaneous truck, and the heating apparatus, which was seldom used.
The pitch darkness of the black hole was not pleasant to Jack, so he pulled out bis match safe and s truck 1 a lucifer. As he looke d around the cheerless c ell, h e s pied a s mall piece of candle that a former o c c up ant had left th e r e H e lighted it, but the gleam hardl y sufficed to more than make the darkness visible, as the saying i s Although Jack had been at the school nearl y a yea r, this was hi s first acquaintance with the bl ack h o le.
Examining it with some curiosity he found that i t was roughly con s truct e d of plain boards, which formed the front and one s ide, th e oth e r two sides bein g th e corn er of the building. The door, which hung on two big hinges, was also made of boards, h e ld together by thre e braces in the form of a fapital Z. The lock was on the inside, and fully exposed. Four screws held it in place, and a sma ll screwdrive r would soon hav e removed it, as J ack perceived whil e look ing at it.
He had a jackknife in hi s pocket, with a sma ll screw driver attachment at the encl of the handle. Th e fir s t screw he tackled r eadily yiel d ed, and he kept o n till the lock fell off in his hand. PAGE 6 That was easy," he chuckled. Tack's answer was enough, but it struck the though a chap might as well be hung for a sheep as n lamb. Instead of submitting to it, I think now, friend in a rough boarding-house. After I've had my swing, it won't be so bad to postpone his visit until daytime.
I wonder what my uncle will say when if he could get a correct line on its situation, so he tol d Dr. Orleans as a sufficient cause to expel me. Well, who cares? The policeman then asked him his name, and wher e he This isn't the only academy in the South, thank goodness lived. Jack, having decided on his course of action, lost no time Jack gave a fictitious name and address, and after he in carrying it into effect. Jack's experience with the policeman on Claiborne He crossed the yard, mounted the wall with the help of a Avenue made him rather wary of having any dealings with plank, and dropped into the shore path that led to 8ea another one.
He decided to make his future inquiries at other sources. The hamlet was only half a mile away.. Jack saw the man's danger and ran forward, shouting "It;s early, yet," he said to himself. To an athletic youth like Jack Carter, a fivemile walk The driver reined in, as Jack tried to raise the man up.
He seemed to be a sailor, and was somewhat under the In fifteen minutes he saw the l ights of the suburbs far influence of liquor. It was the first time Jack had ever been called on to An hour later, he was on St. Bernard Aven ue, wal king enact the part of a good Samaritan. W ith the assistance of the hackman, who descended from Jack wa not very well acquainted with New O rleans. This boy saved him. The light from a gas-lamp illuminated the gentleman's face, and showed the boy that he certainly belonged to the upper grade of society "Well, get up and drive on then," growled the gentle man.
The driver obeyed, and the hack rattled off, leaving Jack alone with the sailor. He was a model of brutB st rength, not a little resembling some shaggy bison. His proportions were herculean; his chest wide and deep, his arms long and sinewy, and covered with hair. As the ill-assorted pair walked along, gradually ap' proaching the region of the docks, Bill Brown seemed to grow more sober It might have been the fresh breeze from the river, or the exercise, which seemed to clear his brain.
At any rate, he ceased to stagger, and grew more and more inquisitive as to the boy's business in D-Street at that hom, for he easily saw that Jack was seveeal pegs aboye the social status of the slums. What might his name be? Don't know him. Is he a sailor? His blue, sailor's Guernsey shirt was wide open at the neck, revealing his broad chest, on which was tattooed figure of a three-masted, full-rigged bark.
His head, close set down on his huge shoulders, was "Ye don't look lik e a chap that's hail-fellow-well-met large and covered with a shock of rusty-red hair; his eyes with the sailor man," said Bill Brown, suspiciously "Who were of a greenish hue, and glared from beneath heavy, be ye, anyway? What's On the whole, he looked savage, unta. Whether the sailor recognized the boy as his preserver, or whether he was actuated by some other motive, he did not seem disposed to part company with the lad. Yer done me a favor, and Bill Brown ain't one to forget it.
You're welcome, Mr. I'm Bill Brown, d'ye under stand? I don't take much stock in boys tucked out like ye br, but I reckon ye are kinder diff'rent from the ord'nary run. Ye done me a good turn, anyway, and Bill Brown kin remem ber that as wll as he kin remember a chap that turns a trick agin' him. It ain't well for no man to cut up nasty with me, let me tell yer. I've done up more'n one feller in my time, and I j est as soon do it ag'in as not," said the j sailor, wtih an imprecation. Jack believed him, for he looked capable of anything. Ye fnight have run into trouble a dozen times afore ye reached it, for the chaps dow-n here wouldn't like the cut of yer jib Ye are too swell lookin for this here locality, and them what look s as if they're out of their reck'nin' is apt to run into trouble.
Are ye heeled? Blame me, if ye ain't as good as a circus. Can't ye smell the river? He could smell a number of villainous odors from the locality they were threading though. Every fourth or fifth house seerned to have a saloon on the ground floor, and they were in full blast. Hard-looking men stood at the bar, 8at at the tables, and hung around outside. Jack clearly aroused the attention of the latter, but he was not interfered with because he was under the convoy of such a tough-looking giant us Bill Brown, and Bill had a reputation in that neighborhood that the ordinary fry felt bound to respect.
It was no secret among them, that Brown had stabbed two men the night befoTC in a brawl, and the papers said that one of hem was" dead at the hospital, and the other not expected to live. Several detectives were lookin g for Big Bill. He was a match for any four men himself, and he could count on help from the tough denize11s of the vicinity, who would stand by hrm on general principles whether they liked him individually or not, for the police were re garded as the common enemy Conscious of his great strength, Brown refused to go in hiding; but this was really mere bravado on his p art, for if the sailor had one great weakness, it was to be admired for his nerve.
He was willing to take chances iR order to make good his bluff, but for all that the ruffian held the po1ice in dread, though he was prepared to fight a dozen of them at a moment's notice. As they moved down a dark s ide street, Jack noticed a figure glide out from behind a scaffo kliFig in front of a building that was being r epa ired, artd :follow them In a moment or two he turned his head to look back.. Jack looked back again and fancied he saw two men this time, behind them, but they vanished so quickly that he wasn't sure he had seen aright. It gave the boy an unpleasant sensation to feel that they were being dogged, notwithstanding that he felt his com panion was an ugly customer to tackle They were now among a colony oJ high, squalid houses, the abodes of the lowest class of dock laborers, w h ich a r e a different type in New Orleans than elsewhere.
If ye are hungry ye kin eat, too, at my expense. It must be after one, and I'd like to get to tlte Palmetto House as soon as possible," protested Jack. Ye'd be cleaned out and dumped into the river in no time at all, notwith standin' ye think yer a fighter. A blow on the back of the head with a stick or a stone would soon knock all the fight out of yer. Ye don't want to lose me if ye lmow what's good for yer. They ente red an out of-the way groggery and eating houee that stood at the end of the court, with a dull, red lamp, upon which was painted a foul anchor, similar to that worn on the shoulder straps of the officers of the navy, over the nal'l'ow door.
The house was known as the "Four Anchor," and was a dive, pure and simple, the 1wper floors of which were rented to roomers. Meals could be hacl at this place at any hour of the clay or night, at a long table running crosswise at the back part of the room. The front part occupied by a bar and a number of round tables. There was quite a crowd of habitues in the place, which resounded with boisterous conversation and coarse laughter.
Every eye in the room focused itself on J a ck, for he was decidedly out of the swim there, as he followed along side of Bill Brown: Everybody knew Bill, and they w he was "wanted," too. Whether they liked him or not, they adm i red his nerve in defying the detectives, several of whom were known t o be looking around for the big sailor.
Brown fraternized with a number of sailors in the room, and compared notes with them, talking freely about the scrap in which he had done up the two men Jack, who stood by, listening for want of any better occupation, thus learned with a feeling of repu l sion and horror, that the man he had saved from being run down by the hack, was to all intents and purposes, a murdere r "Come, my cockatoo," said Brown"' at last, to the boy, "we'll tackle a bit of grub.
Sit ye down at this here tab l e Jack sat down, but kept as far from the sailor as he could now, and Brown rapped on the table for some o n e to take their orders Presently a low-bred Frenchman came from the kitchen "So eet ees you, Bi. Mon Dieu What a nerve you got wiz ze police on ze lookout for you They been here four, five time to day, all disguise as longsho r e men, but they cannot pull ze sheep's wool ovaire my eyes Non, non; Pierre J acquarcl was not b orn yesterday.
Wha t you vill have, to-night? Eggs and baco n o u i? A s they fini s h e d their coffee and Brown pulled out a short pip e or a s mok e th e clock b e hind the bar s truck two. The sailor called for a g lass 0 rum and to Jack s di s gust, seemed to be anchored there for an ind e finite tim e "It will be day light b y th e time I find the P a lm e tto House," h e mutte red. He picked hims e lf up a nd di s appe a red in the darkness. The other man called for gin, but wasted the bulk 0 it i n try ing apparently to g e t it down his throat.
The crowd was too familiar with men in hi s condition to pay any particular attention t o th e i;eemin g l y drunk e n lon g shor e man and s o he clung around th e bar a s if it was his only hope. His actions were as good a s a p lay to him Te n minut e s might have elap s ed while the n ewcomer h ugged the bar in a most affec tionate way when his com pa n ion came stagger in g i n again, followed b y two com panions They w ent to the bar and ordered drinks, and whil e they were waiting for th e barke e per to serve the first man reeled away from the bar toward the back of the room where Bill and Jack still sat at the long table Brow n glanced at him w ith.
As h e recove r e d himself with s eeming difficulty, the oth e r tipsy fellow, followed by hi s two companion s made their way to the rear. Brown didn't seem to l ike their appearance somehow, and J ack saw him p u t h is hand to his hip The act i o n was a signal for a thrilling sensation The two appare n tly d r unk e n men b e came s ober m a moment, and a r evolver appear e d in the h a nd of ea c h, s up pl e m ente d wit h w e apon s in the h a nd s o f the other two.
A s h e s pok e th e light went out, and the room was en v e loped in pitchy darkness. PE FRO M THE "FOUL ANCHO R Jack wa s fair l y staggered by what had happened so s ud denl y The tabl e au his eyes reste d o n befor e th e bart e nd e r t urn e d the gas off at t h e m e ter, was a thrilling one Bill Brown was s tanding drawn up at bis full height, li k e a giganti c wild man at bay, hi s fac e convulsed with a nger a nd f e r ocity, whil e he h e ld the gleaming knife r e ady for in s tant act ion. Surroundin g him in a semi circle, w e re the four men in rou g h, longshor e men's duds, now r e v eale d as office r s o f the law, with th e ir revolvers poi n ted at his breast Ba c k of th e m were twos c ore o f habitu e s who had drawn weapons and looke d des perate en o ugh or an y thing The youn g s choolbo y expe c t e d nothing short of blood s h e d whe n the light went out.
A terrib l e uproar succeeded the extingui s hing of the gas 1 The four det ectives flung th e mselves on Bill Brown and pinned him backwa r d ove r th e tabl e Jack, in fear of bis life, sprang up and jumped agains t the wall. The sail o r swore, and fought d e sp erate ly ag a in s t the de tectives. Two oth e r revol v e r s crack e d immediatel y aft e r, and o n e of th e officers fell to th e floor, cr y ing out that he was s hot. Bill Brown took advantage of the moment to e x ert a ll hi s g r e at stre ngth. He s wept the thre e d e t e ctives back as if the y w e r e chil dr e n and s pran g on to the tabl e out of their reach.
Jack conclud e d that things w e r e altog e ther too hot for him whe n anoth e r pi stol cracked, a n d a bullet struck the wall close to hi s e ar. He made a dash for the door of the kit c h e n, and ga i ned it jus t a s Bill Brown came ru s hin g in aft e r him.
The Fre nch cook bad alr e ad y fle d through the rear e n trance into a foul s m e lling and nan-ow y ard leaving the door open 'rhrough thi s exit Jac k ru s h e d followed b y th e big s ailor. In s pit e of hi s e xcit e ment, Brown r ecog nized the boy and g rabbed him b y the arm "'I'hi s way, my h e art y,'' h e s aid, pu s hing Jack toward an open door at the end of the yard : PAGE Both parties were using their weapon s the officers with deadly effect, for their lives depended on routing the enemy.
The fusilade hastened the movements of 3rown, Jack had to keep up with him. They da s hed through a narrow hall or entry from one end of the rear building to the other, thence down a short flight of stairs into a cellar, the odors of which were something horrible to the boy's unaccustomed sense of smell, through a door into another opening between two rookeries that could not be c alled a yard, and up three rickety steps into another building. Brown dragged Jack through another hallway, and out into a dirty, narrow court, surrounded by filthy ten e m e nts that looked as if they were on the point of toppling over on one another.
Here they found the Frenchmau jabbering to a country man of his. Ye' d be pinched the moment they caught sight of yer, and ye wouldn't get less'n ten year he -said, with a hoarse chuckle. Brown's words greatly startled Jack. He remembered that just before the trouble began, one of the disguised detectives had looked him straight in the face after falling against him, and he was sure the officer, if he ese'Uped from the "Foul Anchor" dive, would know him again on sight. Brown noticed his look of consternation, and chuckled again.
We've got to go m hidin' after to-night's work. Big Bill made no reply, but taking care to maintain a firm grip on the boy's arm, he hurried him to the water front, and then began to follow the course of the river in a direction that would take them away from the city. They met only a few nighthawks abroad at that early hour, and they paid attention to the burly sailor and his well-dressed compamon. It was a long tramp the boy had to take, and as Bill Brown ceased to be communicative, Jack was thrown back on his own thoughts, which were not of a pleasant kind.
He was in the clutches of a rascal who was wanted for murder, and if they were captured together he felt tha. Day was breaking in the east. Jack was weary after his all night experiences, and longed for a chance to turn in somewhere. He asked Brown how much further they were going to walk, but got no answer Daylight grew apace, and they still plodded along.
They met early workers on their way to their employ ment, and saw smoke ascending from a score of chimneys At length, an hour after sunrise they reached their destination-a waterside tavern, frequented by freshwater sailors, with a sprinkling of saltwater ones. Brown was evidently known to the propr i etor, for they exchanged cordial salutations.. After a conference, the sailor and Jack were shown two separate rooms to sleep off their fatigue. He turned into bed, and i n five minutes was sound asleep. Early in the afternoon the proprietor of the tavern, whose name was Wood, looked in on him, and finding that he was still sleeping soundly, relocked the door and went away.
Jack slept like a top till close on to dark, when he awoke feeling like his old self once more His first impression was one of surprise, on finding him self in a strange room, but he immediately recollected the events of the night, and his spirits fell a bit. I was a fool to try and find the Palmetto House at such a late hour, aiter the policeman warned me of low character of the neigh borhood I'd have to pass through to reach it. Well, we all learn by experience, and I sha'n't forget what I've been through, in a hurry.
While he was combing his hair, the door opened, and Bill Brown walked in. It's waitin for u s now, downstairs. Neither spoke during the meal, and after it was over, Brown lighted his pipe and began to smoke. It ain't the Shootin' Star, is it? I reckon I do. He belongs tQ the Shootin' Star, and so do I. I reckon I kin fix it. Ye stay here with nie. Next Monday I expect the brig to urop down the river and anchor off this here place for a few hours.
That'U give yer a chance to see yer friend. I've got to get back to school right away," said Jac k, quickly. Jest read that there article in the afternoon paper. Maybe ye'll have another think comin'," replied Brown, dryly. He took a folded newspaper from his pocket, pointed at a certain place, and handed the paper to Jack. The boy read the ,story. It was an account of the affair at the "Foul Anchor" diYe, in the small hours o:f the morning. It detailed how four detectives had spotted Bill Brown, a sailor, wanted for murdeT, in the dive, and had tried to get him but failed, o'ving i:o the lights being put out and the interferenc2 of the habitue s of the place.
The only thing that savetl the detectives from annihila tion, was the sudaen appearance of a force of police, who captured two-thirds of those present, including the pro prietor. The article went on to stiate that a curious thing noted by the detectives was the fact that the big sailor had for a compa nion a well-dres sed, good-looking and apparently re spec table boy.
The boy disappeared with the sailor during the scrim mage. The evidence points to the fact that he ran away from the school la s t night, and Dr. Poundcxter believes he came to the city to meet a young sailor named Tom Lanston, who is stopping at the sailors' boarding-house known as the Palmetto House, at No. G ]t D-Street. A detective on this clue hunted up Lanston, but the young seaman de clares that he hasn't seen Jaek Carter for a year. He said he wrote to Carter, inYiting him to call on him any afternoon of this week.
He didn't think it at ap probable that hi,s friend would pay his visit after dark, and. He rjdi. He said it didn't stand to reason. A general alarm has been sent out among the patrolmen to watch for Jack Carter, and as he is sup posed to have very little money in his possession, it is ex pected that he'll s oon be rounde d up. There hain't nothin' for yer to do but stay here with me till the brig comes down the river.
At any rate, I can't afford to let'yer go, so ye might as well consider yerself a fixture here till Monday ; d'ye under stand? The forepeak was a sma ll hold under the forecastle, used Re was satisfie d that his continued taken in for stowing spare sails, extra blocks, rop es and 1other nau connection with Bill Btown's disappearance, would practica l lumber. Bill Brown had kept under cover, and Jack was.
Nothing h appened, however, to great l y worry Brown, There wasn't any l adde r but the drop was onl y :five feet. This unusua l act on the vessel s part was m accordance Th t 1 r f J k 0 t th t with an arrangement made wit h Bill Brown by Captain us, m a wm' mg 0 an eye, ac ar er, Wl ou 1 R cl. Brown, who had been on the lookout a ll morning, was r eady to embark the moment the boat reached the sma ll wharf in front of the tavern. Jack was with him, prepared to pay a short v i sit to his old chum, Tom Lanston, on board the brig. Bill Brown bad told him that the moment the vessel was ready to proceed on he way, he would be sent.
Brown knew that if be let Jack go free, the police would l earn that he, Brown, bad sai l ed on the Shooting Star for Vera Cruz, and that the Mexican authorities would be asked to arrest him on his arrival, pending ex tradition proceedings. So the sai lor d e t erm ined that Jack go in the vessel with him.
The un suspecting boy s tepp e d into the boat along with Brown, and both were row ed off to the brig. Brown had managed to communicate his purpose to Cap tain R yder a few days before the vessel pulled out of her dock, and the skipper was prepared to receive the boy. In order to prevent comp li cat i ons, as soon as the boat left for the s hore, the sk ipp er ca lled for Tom L anston, and sent him into the lazarette, the small hold under the I cabin, where the brig's stores were kept, with orders to alter the position of certain boxes and packages.
This would keep him employed some time. Whe n Brown and Jack came over the side, the sai lor bade th e boy wait till h e had a, talk with the captain The conference was brief, and the n Brown l e d Jack into the foreca st le. The idea was confirm e d when he saw by the light of the lantern, l eft below for his benefit, that the forepeak had no other occupant than himself. The moment he was satisfied be had been tricked for' some purpose, he reached up and began pounding l ustily on the bottom of the trap. Of course, no attention was paid to him In fact, no one was in the forecastle t o hear his racket, for as soon as the trap hacl been secure d, Brown and the other sailor went on deck.
A few moments l ater the yards were brac e d around, and the Shooting. Star cont inued on h e r way to the Delta of the Missis s ippi. When Jack found that he couldn't bud ge t h e trap, and that his thumping produced no results, be desisted and sat down on a coil of rope. He then felt the mot ion of the brig as s he leaned over to the stiff bre. It didn't take much thinking on hi s part, to understand that Jjle was being kidnapped to sea. Thats a poor reward to receive for a humane act. If that rascal bad been knocked out he wouldn't have got any more than was coming to him and I would have escaped a whole lot of trouble.
He evident ly wants to make a sailor of me i n sp it e of my objections. He'll put my case before the captain, and then perhaps I ll get justice and be put ashore. I guess it's. If the skipper should refuse to listen to my protests, I don't see why I couldn't have him arrested and punished when we get back. For the present, I may as well take things philosophically, since there is nothing to be gained by butting my head against a stone wall. He's itching to give me that promised caning, but I don't think he'll be able to lay it on any harder than he iritended in the first place.
If I have to go all the way to Vera Cruz and back, the performance will have to be postponed for some time. The vel'Jsel twenty miles below New Orleans when the mid-day meal was served out to the crew. About one o'clock, Bill Brown hauled the chest off the trap and opened it up. Jack looked up from his seat on the rope coil. A fine return I've got for helping you last night when that hack knocked you d.
Reach up and get 'em," be sa id I Here's a a tin of "How lon g are you going to keep me a prisoner here? Is be on board? He won't know you're aboard till ye walk up and shake hands with him. Me and yer friend Tom'll show yer the ropes, and make a sa ilor of yer. He s lammed down the trap, replaced the chest, and went on deck.
The long afternoon slipped s lowl y by to Jack, who had nothing but his thoughts to amuse himself with. He examined the confines of the forepeak hold with the assistance of the lan tern, and made himself familiar with its miscellaneous contents. By this time he was used to the smell of tarred rope, and the other odors of the place, and he did not notice them any more. He found that the r e was another trap le ading down into the forward hold. He pulled it up by the ring, and ft. At eight bells eight o clock , when the first night watch went on duty, Jack heard a number of feet moving around above his head.
It was the middle watch who went on duty at midnight, that were turning in for a four hours' sleep. When these men were called on deck, the brig was ap proaching quarantine at the head of the Delta passage s An hour later she entered the Southwest Pass that would take her straight into the Gulf. Long before that, Jack, rolled up in the blankets had become oblivious to his surroundings, and was dreaming that he was back at school. The morning watch was on duty when Bill Brown shoved the chest off the trap for the last time, and opened the trap.
It was six o'clock, and broad daylight. No daylight penetrated the forepeak bold, and the lan tern had lon g since gone out. Jack was still s l eeping as calmly as if be was in bed at his room in the academy.
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The hail awoke Jack and he sat up, looking around him ina bewildered way. As Jack caught a dim view of his rascally countenance louking down at him, he recalled the disagreeable experience of the previous day. He found himself in the forecastle of the brig. By the ing from the c e iling, and the murky light that shone way, the papers said that a boy answering your descrip through the hatchway entrance which did not help things tion was with Brown in the 'Foul Anchor' dive last Tues much, as the sky wa s overca s t.
The boy mad e out several sleeping forms str e tched upon Was it really you? Ito the "sailor s parlor. Ye ll find a ba s in and water other time. I was kidnapped aboard this Afte r dryin g his hand s and face in a not overclean vessel by one of y our sailors named Bill Brown. I want tow e l h e gazed around the deck of the brig. The mornin g w atc h h a d jus t fini s h e d washing down the A s the two m a te s w e r e in the secret of Jack's presen c e deck, and w e r e putting away the hose and other impleaboard the brig the second officer wa s really not s urprised m e nts the y had u sed.
One, a bright, stalwart-looking young chap, stopped and ''The cap'n ha sn't turned out y et," he replied. H e 's a short, stout, red-faced man You'll see "Tom Lanston! Is it possible it i s you? The poop was the roof of the cabin and aft e r the mate walk e d away, Jack kept his eyes in that dir e ction. The big sailor came over to our hero. There's been a lot about you in the papers last week. He gave me to understand that the vessel was going to remain up the river at the place where we came off long enough for me to have a talk with you.
Then I was to be sent ashore so I could go back to the academy. I saw an open trap and a light shining up, so I believed him. He told me to jump down there and I'd find you. I did so, whereupon he slammed down the trap and made me a prisoner. I've been there up to a few minutes ago : "The dickens you say! You ll have to go with us to Vera Cruz now.
I can't imagine why Brown enticed you on board. You're not a sailor, and would have to "Ye kin have a cup of coffee at the galley, my popin jay. It'll brace yer up while yer waitin' for breakfast, which won't be served awhile yet. Come over and I'll introjuce yer to the doc tor. He's goin' to Vera Cruz with us, though he hain't signed the brig's papers yet. Brown left him drinking it, at the galley door.
Captain Ryder made his appearance on the poop, about seven o'clock. Jack, as soon as he saw the s kipper, started aft to enter his protest against the outrage to which he had been sub jected. The captain regarded him with some curiosity as he approached Jack introduced him s elf, and stated hi s ca se. The skipper pret e nded to sympathize with the boy, assur ing him that he would gladly put him ashore if the thfog was possible, but under the circumstances it wasn't, so he said Jack would have to go to Vera Cruz inaJ:ie brig. As there didn't seem fo be any alternative, Jack agreed, The skipper then called the second mate, and told him to fit Jack out with such duds and other things as he would need out of the brig's chest, and take him into his watch.
Thus, by the time the men were called to breakfast, Jack, as far as outward appearances went, was as much a sailor as his chum, Tom Lanston. After breakfast the morning watch, to which Jack had been assigned, was off duty. Tom took him down into the forecastle, and asked him to tell all that had h appened to him since he left school.
Nevertheless, old man, you're not to blame for what has happened to me. He described how he got possession of 'l'om's lett e r after he found the doctor had held it back, probably meaning to destroy it. He went on to tell how Dr. Poundexter had surprised him reading it in his room when he was supposed to be in bed, and what followed. After that, h e told about l eaving the school with the intention of meeting 'l'om at his boarding-house on D-Street, explaining how he came across Bill Brown in one of the st r eets near tl1e and all that happened to him since that unfortunate meeting.
You have signed for the trip to Vera Cruz and back Jack nodded. You won't find things so bad aboard this hooker, though Brown is a hard proposition, and a favorite of the skipper. I'll make a sailor of you before you get back to New Orleans, and maybe they'll kill the fatted calf for you when you return to the academy. When they were called on deck dinner was ready, and they ate it together. Th e weather had been changing for the worse ever since sunrise, and it was now blowing a half gal e Jack was soon as sick as a dog, and the second mate allowed him to go below.
He turned in on a spare bunk, and tossed and for the rest of the afternoon. As the captain was unable to take his sights that day at noon, the vcsoel was run on a dcacl reckoning. Jack passed a tcrriLlc night, u1ring lilllr 1rhcther the brig went to the bottom or not, so miserable was he. The s torm was worse, if anything, next day, the skip per declaring that it was one of the heaviest he had ever faced in the Jack was not interfered with, and Tom condoled with and encourag ed him during the day, te lling him he would be all right before another morning dawned.
About dark, Tom broughthim some broth that h e had prevailed on the cook to prepare for him, and though Jack declared he couldn't touch a mouthful, he was persuaded to try, and ended by drinking it all up. It will make vou feel a whole lot better Jack replied that he so weak, a. Tom, however, got him to go on deck, and the change brought him around very fast.
So much so indeed, that when he saw the crew at s upper, he felt uncommonly hungry himself, and got away with his share, much to Tom's satisfaction The brig was holding her course south by west, as near as the skipper could figure her position, hoping that the g:i. The night as it advanced became so dark, that the brig seemed to b e sa iling through a dense, black chaos, the pall like obscurity of which was only relieved by the white crests of the waves, appearing here and there like spectra l figures The second mate's watch was on duty from midnight lmtil four.
It was close on to the latter hour that the brig, under sca r cely any canvas, ran smack upon the dangerous reefs surrounding a small island known by the name of San Sebastian Thi s island lay about three hundred miles east of the Mexican coast. Captain Ryd e r supposed he was at least one hundred m iles east of this island, which was not inhabited, accord ing to common account.
No wooden vessel ever built, could survive the shock of contact with those reefs under similar circumstances As the Shooting Star was an old craft, her fate was sealed with surpr i sing quickness. She went to pieces like the collapsing of a house of cards, and every soul aboard of her was battJing for his life in side of a minute, after she struck The entire watch on deck was swept overboard by the first big sea.
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To his dying day, Jack never could tell how he man aged to cling to that piece of wreckage which the seas b"q:fl'eted about like a cork. He did hold on, however, or this story would never have been written. A person is capable of a whole lot under certain cir cumstances, even when in a semi conscious condition The shore of the island of San Sebastian is remarkable for its rocky and inhospitable character.
It is almost entirely surrounded by a circle of the most dangerous reefs in the world. That is the reason why it is rarely visited by a vessel, and offers no inducement for any one to settle there. Only for a space of a hundred feet in one part of the eastern shore is there a break in its rocky walls. It was toward this opening that the three pieces of wreckage, with their living burdens were swept. Some special providence carried them through into the comparatively still water of the haven, where they were thrown upon the level, sanely beach At no other point in the whole circum ference of the island would Bill Brown, Jack and Tom have had the ghost of a chance for tlieir lives.
The three survivors of the wreck were so exhausted by the time they were pitched on the beach, that they lay a long time without giving any sign of life The darkness was just as intense around them here, as it had been on the deck of the brig before she struck on the reef, and the roar of the gale outside, sounded like a pitched battle between l egions of fiends.
Bill Brown, as might be expected of one of his herculean build, was the first to recover. Whether he was astonished to find himscl alive and Uli after what he had been through, we cannot' say. At any rate, he didn't think of thanking Heaven for his preservation, for there was nothing in common between himself and a Supreme Being He simply pulled himself together, looked around him in the gloom, and came to the conclusion that he was the only survivor of the wreck, or if there were others, they could shift for themselves as far as he was concerned. Every one for himself was hi s motto, and he held to that every time The beach presenting no attmctions for him, the big.
While he couldn't but walk at random, luck directed his steps to the only opening in the wall of rock surrounding the little haven It was a pass not over :fifteen feet yet he went straight through it without knowing anything about its character, and was soon in an open valley beyond, where the tropic. On, on through the night he walked, looking for some trace;; of civi lization and there we will le;ive him and re-tum to the beach of the haven, to see how matters fared with Jack and his friend Tom.
For some little time after the departure of Brown, the boys remained in their half conscious state, more dead apparently, than alive Then Torn sat up and look ed around The howl of the storm, and the roar of the surf on the rocks against the island's rocky barriers outside, met his ears, and he wondered where he was. The intense clarlmess prevented him seeing anything. He could feel that he was on a sanely shore, out of range of the surf. He then began to remember things, and his thoughts recurred to Jack.
I s hall never forgive myself for writing it, for it has made me the innocent cause of his death. It doesn't seem possible that I'm ashore on the Mexican coast, for the brig never could have reached it since we left the D e lta. We were five hundred miles to the north and east of it when the gale came on good and hard If I'm on an is l and, I haven't the faintest notion where it is, for there are b l amed few i slands in this part of the Gulf as far as I have any idea of. Well, I must look around and see what kind of place it is. Seems funny that the surf sounds so far away and that the wind is so light, when I can hear it r oaring above my head like fun.
I wonder if I'm in some kind of a sea cave?
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With a thrill of joy, T'om recognized Jack's familiar tones. In a moment they were together, shaking hands and congratu lating themselves that they had escaped from the greedy maw of the sea. W e might walk a little way and see if we fetch up aga in st anything. I don't believe we can S'ain much by stm'nbling about in the dark. The backbone of the storm was already broken, and it steadily d ecreased as daylight approac h ed The boys thought that night would never end, but at last the sky began to grow less g loomy, especia ll y in the east.
Miss Raymond l ed the boys through the pass, trodden some hours before by Bill Brown, of whose escape the'boys had not the slightest knowledge, and int o the fertile tropical valley enclosed in a n amphitheater of rocks. An inaccessible wall of rock, rising a hundred feet in the air, ran dir ectly across the valley ancl, judging from a tall peak the y saw in the di stance, cut off the l arger part of the island.
The curiosity of the boys was aroused as to what kind of landscape was beyond that rocky wall, but a curso ry ex amination of it indicated that it was absolutely impa s sable. The three walked around, insp ect in g the different varie ties of fruit growing on the i s land and the s ight made the mouths of the boys water. There was enough ripe fruit on the trees to feed a small army.
After going ov. In order to see the Gulf, even, you've got to climb among the rock s I hope we won't have to stay here long. Jack found that h e had quite a number of matches left in his match-sa. Tom added cooked plantains to the bill of fare, for it happened that he knew how to prepare them for the table, having often seen the cook of the Shooting Star do it. Miss Raymond and Jack both declared that the cooked fruit was delicious.
In its raw state the girl had found the plantain uneat able. As matches were at a premium and driftwood at a dis count, it was decided to kee p the fire going after a fashion, so that they wouldn't have to relight it whe n they were ready to cook more s hell-fish and plantain for supper. This duty was assigned to the girl, while the boys got busy with the partition, which they finished in about an hour by digging a irench from the back of the hut nearly to the door, into which they stuck the ship's planks upright, and then filling in the trench as their work proceeded, pack ing the earth down solid.
I'hey managed to run two horizontal planks across under the roof of the cabin to hold the upper ends of the par tition planks. When the job was completed, it was unanimously voted a very fair one, taking in consideration the rude method the boy's were forced to employ in the absence of any tools sea.
It was quite a task to r each th e summit of this barrier, although it was not much higher than forty feet on the average. The view they secured from the top, embraced a wide expanse of the horizon. The water of the Gulf was still very rough. They could see the waves breaking over the sweeping line of reef which seemed to have no e nd in either direction. There wasn't a s ign of the wreck of the Shooting Star.
The ill-fat ed craft h a d vanished into h e r watery grav e 'l'he s urf-la s hed rock s outside in the immediate vicinity of the haven were thickly st r ewn with flotsam from the lost 1 brig. Among other thing s the boys dis covered a couple of sea chests wedged in a! The problem was how to get at these things. Tom solved it by pointing to a quantity of rope that had come into the haven. If we can't, I'll break the boxes open somehow and rig some kind of an arrangement for sending up their contents in sections.
We'll have to do that anyhow with the sea-chests, for it would not be possible for us to haul them up over these rocks. There was plenty of rope on the beaph to make one line reaching from the shore of the haven to the summit of he rocky barrier, and another from the top of the rocks to the surf line on the outside. There was more rope stranded on the rocks aqove the pressnt sea line. Jack remained on top of the rocks while Tom, being a spryer climber descended and brought the rope up Selecting a suitable projecting stone, the two lines were secured to it, and then Tom, the help of the outside rope, made his way down to the surf to get the rope that lay like a long sinuous snake among the rocks.
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One of the sea-chests was close at hand. It was firmly wedged into a crevice that seeme d to have been made to receive it. Tom smashed the lid in with a s mall boulder and threw the fractured part up, revealing a lot of clothing and a hundred odds and ends, including a brace of revolvers and several boxes of cartridges. The chest had evidently been the property of Captain Rydet: While Tom was considering how he sho uld send the stuff up to Jack, he saw a large wicker basket with a narrow mouth tumbling about in the surf.
It proved to be no easy matter to secure the basket, and Tom got several good drenchings before he managed to catch hold of it, but in that hot climate a ducking didn't count for much. Tom carried one end of the hauling line up to Jack, and then slid down to the water Jin, again. As as Jack hauled up the basket full of stuff, he tossed the articles down on the hard beach of the haven. Kittie Raymond was called upon to pick them up and carry them to the cabin. She was very glad to help the boys in any way she could. When the chest had been emptied of its contents, Tom tied one of the boxes to the end of the rope and Jack pulled it up.
He lowered it on the other side, and Kittie took charge of it. In this way a great many things were recovered before the lowness of the sun in the sky warned the boys to quit operations for the clay. More shell-fish and plantain were cooked in the glowing embers of the fire for supper, and the meal was hardly finished before night fell with tropical suddenness, only a short twilight intervening b et ween daylight and dark.
After an hour spent in conversation, the boys declared that they were played out, and as Kittie was accustomed to going to roost early, all hands turned in and were soon asleep. On the following morning the boys, after breakfast, J'esun'led their task of securing the strande d stuff on the out side of the rocky barrier. Inside of a couple of hours, they had stripped the surf line of everything that promised to be of any use to them. The most valuable articles in the boys' eyes was a :fine fishing line, and a tin ca,e containing six dozen boxes of matches. The latter prize was hailed with great satisfaction, for it assured them of fire to cook the :fish they.
One of the boxes contained an assorted supply of pepper, salt, mustard and such things. The boys gathered a fresh supply of fruit before dinner, and after the meal they spent the afternoon exploring the rocks in the vicinity of the haven. Even then, the people aboard the vessel might not take it for a signal, and our trouble would go for nothing. This isn't an island that is likely to be visited often.
It is prob ably understood to be uninhabited, and the reef makes it dangerous of approach. We're about as bad off as Robinson Crusoe was, so far as a rescue is con cerned, from the looks of things. This position we're in, isn't any joke. She's as near to us now as she is lik e ly to be. She must be getting lonesome, we've been so long away.
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