Jack Harvey's Adventures Part 5

The schooner's course had been changed a little, and they were now sailing almost directly south, down Chesapeake bay. The schooner was no longer winged out, but had both booms off to port, getting the wind on the quarter. Fore-staysail and jib and main gaff top-sail, as well, were set, and the old craft was swinging southward at a fair clip. The wind had begun to increase.

This was action after Harvey's own heart, and he walked forward, toward the gruff sailor, who was stationed near the forecastle. He observed, as he advanced, that there was still another man forward by the jibs; and that these two sailors, the captain and mate and the boy, Joe, were apparently the only ones aboard the vessel, besides himself.

Harvey glanced at the man forward. He was almost dwarfish in stature, thick-set, with unusually broad shoulders. Clearly, this was not the man that Harvey had seen asleep, amid the bundle of blankets, in the cabin.

Harvey had not seen the face of the sleeper, but he had noted once, when the man had stirred, that he was a tall man; that the figure stretched out at length took up an unusual amount of room.

It flashed over Harvey that the man he had seen asleep in the cabin, the night before, was missing from there now. Harvey was certain he had not seen him, as he sat eating. To make sure, he went back and looked. The man was not there.

"That's odd," said Harvey to himself, as he came on deck again. "I wonder if they've lugged him down into the forecastle, too. They must have done it in the night. By jimminy! I wonder how many they've got stowed away down there, anyway."

Somewhat startled at the idea that there might be other men held there, and curious to see for himself, Harvey approached the companion. As he did so, the surly seaman barred his way.

"Keep out 'er there," he said, roughly. "You can't go below now. Them's my orders."

Harvey stepped back, in surprise. There was a mystery to the forecastle, then, sure enough. He hazarded one question:

"What's the matter? What's down there?"

The man made no reply.

Harvey went forward to where the other man stood.

"Say, what's there to do aboard here?" he asked.

The fellow turned and eyed Harvey for a moment, curiously.

"Nothin' now," he replied, finally. "Nothin' till we get down the bay. We all takes it easy like, till then."

But further than this, he, too, became uncommunicative when Harvey questioned him about the cruise. It was discouraging, and Harvey gave it up. He seemed likely to have little companions.h.i.+p, if any, aboard the schooner, and the thought was not pleasing. Again he wondered at the strange disappearance of Mr. Jenkins, and hoped it might be true that the young man would rejoin them down the bay.

The day pa.s.sed somewhat monotonously for the most part. The schooner was holding an almost straight course down the bay, along the western sh.o.r.e.

Harvey, having an eye for safety, noted that the coast was almost unbroken for miles and miles, affording no harbour in case of storm. He spoke of it once to the sailor by the forecastle.

"Plenty of harbours down below," replied the man. "We're goin' well; reckon we'll lie in the Patuxent tonight. There's harbour enough for you."

It was a positive relief to Harvey when, some time in the afternoon, it came on to blow very fresh, and the foresail and mainsail were both reefed. He lent a hand at that, tieing in reef points with the other two.

They seemed surprised that he knew how to do it.

But, with the freshening of the wind, it altered its direction and blew up finally, towards evening, from the eastward; so that they made slower progress, running now on the wind, close-hauled. Rain began falling at twilight, and a bitter chill crept into the air. Harvey thought of the oil-skins he had intended buying in Baltimore, and wished he had them.

There was nothing for him to do on deck now, however, and he gladly went below.

He ate his supper alone, for all hands were on deck. The schooner pitched and thrashed about in the short, rough seas. It was gloomy in the dimly lighted cabin, and the boy Joe, at work in the galley, positively declined to enter into conversation. Jack Harvey, left to himself, mindful of his strange situation, of the mysterious forecastle with its imprisoned men, and depressed by the wretched night, didn't dare admit to himself how much he wished himself ash.o.r.e. The confinement of the cabin made him drowsy, not long after he had eaten, and he was glad enough to roll up in a blanket on one of the bunks and go off to sleep.

While he slept, the schooner thrashed its way in past a light-house on a point of land on the western sh.o.r.e, and headed up into the mouth of a broad, deep river. They sailed into this for something like half a mile, Scroop at the wheel, and the mate and two seamen forward, peering ahead through the rain.

Presently the mate rushed aft.

"There she lies," he said, pointing, as he spoke, to where a lantern gleamed in the fore-mast shrouds of a vessel at anchor.

"I see her," responded Scroop.

The old schooner, under the guiding hand of Scroop, rounded to and came up into the wind a few rods astern of the other vessel. And now, lying astern, the light from the other's cabin shone so that the forms of three men could be distinguished vaguely, standing on the deck. The schooner's anchor went down, the foresail was dropped, and, the jibs having already been taken in, the craft was soon lying snug, with her mainsail hauled flat aft, to steady her. A small boat was launched from the deck, and made fast alongside.

Mr. Blake, mate, pointing toward the cabin, inquired briefly, "Take him first?"

"No," said Scroop. "Clear out the forecastle. He'll make a fuss, I reckon. When we drop him, I want to get out and leave him to Haley."

Advancing hastily across the deck, the four men, captain and mate and the two sailors, disappeared into the forecastle. They reappeared shortly, bearing an unconscious burden between them, much as they would have carried a sack of potatoes; which burden, however, showed some sign of animation as the rain fell upon it, and muttered something unintelligible. They deposited the burden in the bottom of the small boat.

Another disappearance into the forecastle, and a repet.i.tion of the performance; another and similar burden being laid alongside the first in the boat.

Then five men emerged from the forecastle, the fifth man walking upright, held fast by the others. It was the man that Harvey had seen struggling with the two sailors that morning. But he went along quietly now, the reason being apparent in the words of Scroop.

"You go along or you go overboard," he said. "The first yip out of you and you get that belayin' pin in the head."

The boat, with its conscious and unconscious cargo, rowed by the two sailors and guided by Scroop in the stem, put away from the schooner and was soon alongside the other vessel.

"h.e.l.lo," said a voice.

"h.e.l.lo, Haley."

"How many?"

"Three here and one to come; good men, too-sailors, every one of 'em."

A snort of incredulity from the man on deck.

"Let you tell it!" he exclaimed. "I'm in luck if there's one of 'em that hasn't been selling ribbon over a counter. Well, fetch 'em on."

A hatch-way forward received the three men; a short, thick-necked, burly individual-the same being Hamilton Haley of the bug-eye Brandt-eying them with evident suspicion as they were taken below. After which, the two worthy captains repaired together to the cabin of the bug-eye, and partook of something in the way of refreshment, which was followed by the transfer of forty dollars in greasy bills, from a chest in the cabin to the wallet of Captain Scroop.

"Dredging good?" inquires Scroop.

"Not much. Lost a man day before yesterday-took sick and died. Went overboard in the chop, down below, and I couldn't get him."

"Wasn't near time for his paying off, eh?" suggests Scroop, leering skeptically.

"Never you mind what it was near. It couldn't be helped, and the mate will swear to it."

This a.s.serted by Haley, red of face, wrathful of manner, and bringing a heavy fist down hard on the chest.

Some time later, Jack Harvey awoke suddenly from sound sleep. Someone was shaking him. Dazed and hardly conscious of where he was, he recognized the mate.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

The mate shook him again.

"Get up!" he said. "Get up. We're going to row ash.o.r.e. Hurry now, jump into your boots and coat."