Jack Harvey's Adventures Part 12

Haley watched his departure with a chuckle.

"Get her under weigh again, Jim," he said. "We'll pick up our crew."

By noon, the Brandt had run in to the small harbour where the two bug-eyes were waiting; and, that afternoon, Harvey and the others were back at work, under the abuse of Jim Adams, hounded on by him, to make up for lost time.

CHAPTER VIII A NIGHT'S POACHING

The days that followed were bitter ones for dredging. There came in fog, through which they drifted, slowly, while it wrapped them about like a great, frosty blanket, chilling and numbing them. When the wind was light, the fog would collect for a moment in the wrinkle at the top of a sail; then, with a slat, the sail would fill out, sending down a shower of icy water, drenching the crew at their work. But the mate drove them on, with threats and the brandis.h.i.+ng of a rope's end.

To make matters worse, the yield of the reefs was disappointing. Bad luck seemed to be with the Brandt; and, though it was the beginning of the season, and they should have been getting a cargo rapidly, the day's clean-up was often less than twenty bushels; which brought a storm of abuse from Haley, as though it were the fault of the men.

He took his chances with the law, for several days, and ran down into Tangier Sound, hidden in the fog, on that part of its great extent where dredging was forbidden, and only smaller craft with sc.r.a.pers allowed. But the Brandt went aground, late one afternoon, on a bar off a dreary marsh that extended for miles-the most lonesome and forbidding place that Harvey had seen in all his life.

They were half the night getting clear from here, having to wait for the flood tide, and the Brandt springing a leak that kept them toiling at the pump till they were well nigh exhausted. The upshot was, that, early one morning, with the lifting of the fog, the Brandt, followed by the craft that had taken Harvey and Tom Edwards aboard, stood off from the Eastern sh.o.r.e, heading northwest for the mouth of the Patuxent.

To Jack Harvey and his friend, sick and weary of the life they were leading, every new move, every change of ground, keyed them up to renewed hope. They watched eagerly the distant sh.o.r.e toward which they were pointing, and rejoiced, in some small degree, that they were going back to where they had started from. It seemed as though there must be greater opportunity for relief in that river, with its more friendly appearing banks, than amid the wilderness of the marshy Eastern sh.o.r.e, to which winter gave a touch of indescribable dreariness.

For a day or two, however, following their arrival at the entrance to the river, there was little change from the life they had been leading, save that the fog had been blown out to sea, and the bitter cold had abated.

They dredged southward from the lower entrance to the river, along an inward sweep of the sh.o.r.e, returning to the river at night for anchorage.

Then there came a day, overcast but yet favourable, during all of which, to Harvey's surprise, they did no work, but lay at anchor in the river.

Also, the craft that had accompanied them likewise rested, alongside, and the two captains visited and drank together in the cabin of the Brandt.

What was coming? Haley was not the man to lie idle to no purpose. There was mystery in the air, and in the manner of the men and the mate. Once, Jim Adams had looked in at the forecastle, where the crew had been suffered to remain at ease, and said, grinning broadly, "Youse gentlemen of leisure, ain't you? Well, you get something to keep you busy bimeby.

So don't none of you please go ash.o.r.e."

"Go ash.o.r.e!" It was no joke to them. Harvey and Tom Edwards had gazed longingly at the banks, with their houses here and there-a tantalizing sight, so near and yet so hopelessly far away.

"What's the matter? What's up?" Harvey inquired once of Sam Black.

The other winked an eye, knowingly.

"I reckon the captain's going to try to change the luck," he said.

"There's easy dredging up yonder, if you don't get caught at it."

"How's that?" continued Harvey.

"Why, running the river, that's what I guess," replied the sailor. "It's jail, if the law gets you; but he's done it before and got clear. Take it easy while you can, that's my advice. There'll be no turning in to-night, I reckon."

Sam Black thereupon set the example, by stretching out in his bunk and falling soundly to sleep.

"Well, all I can say," exclaimed Tom Edwards to Harvey, "is that I hope we get caught right quick and put into jail, or anywhere else out of this infernal hole. I'd go to jail in a minute, if I could see Haley go, too.

Wouldn't you?"

Harvey smiled. "I'd rather be outside the bars looking in at Haley," he answered.

Tom Edwards impulsively put out his hand.

"Shake on that!" he cried. "Jack, my boy, we'll put him there yet. We'll sell him a line of goods some day, eh?"

The two shook hands with a will.

That evening they fared better than ordinarily aboard the Brandt. There were pork sc.r.a.ps, fried crisp, with junks of the bread browned in the fat, and potatoes; and plenty of the coffee. They made a hearty meal, and went on deck, at the call, feeling better and stronger than for days.

The night was not clear, yet it was not foggy; the moon and stars were nearly obscured by clouds. It was comparatively mild, too, and the wind blowing from the East across the river did not chill them, as in the preceding days. Opposite where they lay, the gleam of Drum Point lighthouse shone upon the water; while, out to the Eastward, another, on Cedar Point, twinkled, more obscured. An island of some considerable size lay to the northwest, from which there came across the water the sound of voices, and of dogs barking. There were sounds of life, too, from the nearer sh.o.r.e, coming out from a lone farmhouse.

The captain of the other vessel came aboard presently, and he and Haley stood together, earnestly conversing.

"She's up just the other side of Spencer's wharf, I tell you," said the strange captain, once. "We can hug the other sh.o.r.e and slip past."

Harvey turned inquiringly to the sailor, Sam Black, with whom, somehow, he had struck up an intimacy that was almost friendly, despite the man's evident contempt for the green hands.

"He means the old Folly, the police boat," said the sailor, softly.

"She's just a big schooner. She's got no power in her. The Brandt can beat her, on a pinch, I reckon."

The captain returned to his vessel, shortly, and the order was given to make sail. Harvey sprang to the halyards with a will. If it were a poaching venture, it was not his fault-and the best that could happen for him would be capture. The anchor was got aboard, and the Brandt ran quickly across to the Eastern bank of the river followed by the other vessel.

They pa.s.sed close to Solomon's Island and skirted as near the sh.o.r.es of that and the land northward as they could go. The wind was almost directly abeam, and they made fast way of it. Clearly, the course was as plain as a man's door-yard to Hamilton Haley; for he pa.s.sed at times so close to land, that it seemed, in the darkness, to be near enough for one to jump ash.o.r.e. Jim Adams, in the bow, kept sharp watch, however; and now and again, rather than run the risk of calling out, he ran back to the wheel and pointed ahead, where the water shoaled.

Just to the north of the wharf which they had termed Spencer's, the river made a bend, and a thin peak of land jutted out. They followed the curving of the sh.o.r.e, peering across the water toward Spencer's.

"There she lies," said Adams, darting aft to where Haley stood. "Listen, they're getting up anchor."

Hamilton Haley, after one quick glance, put the helm down and brought the bug-eye up into the wind. The other bug-eye drew abreast. Haley pointed in toward the schooner, barely discernible, and showing a light in its rigging.

"They're coming out," he called softly.

The two vessels headed off again and went on, rounding the point and running up the river. Haley, picking his course, with accuracy, gazed astern again and again, with an anxious eye. Presently he uttered an exclamation of anger. The schooner Folly had, indeed, put forth from its mooring and, with all sail spread, was taking a diagonal course across the river, following in the wake of the two poachers.

The sh.o.r.e of the river made a bend to the eastward, at this point, however, and the river broadened to the width of something like a mile and a half. So that, by following closely the inward curve of the sh.o.r.e, instead of setting a straight course up stream, the two bug-eyes could put the point of land between them and the schooner for a time. It would, moreover, afford them proof, when the schooner should have pa.s.sed the point, whether or not they really were being followed. If the police boat were merely proceeding on its patrol up river, it would not hug the eastern bank, and might, indeed, go up on the other side.

The vessels were not left long in doubt, however; for, as the two skippers peered back through the night, they discerned, after a time, the schooner heading in north by east, having turned the point.

"Haul her a little closer by the wind, and give her a bit more centre-board," ordered Haley, noting with a keen eye the more northerly slant of the wind, as they sailed. "It's good for us; we can leave her, if this holds. Curse the luck! There's no dredging to-night, with her on our heels-at least, there can't but one of us work."

The mate repeated the orders, and the bug-eye heeled a bit more as a flaw struck her. She was flying fast, and Haley's face relaxed into a smirk of satisfaction, as he perceived the schooner was dropping somewhat more astern.

For a distance of about four miles the chase proceeded, when the Brandt suddenly swung into the wind again and waited a moment for its companion, slightly less swift, to come up. There was a hurried conference, and then the two went on again. The schooner, by this time, was only to be made out with difficulty.

The result of the conference was soon apparent; for, as they neared a point on the eastern bank, a broad creek opened up; and into this the Brandt steered, leaving the other craft to go on up the river alone.

Proceeding only a little way within the confines of this creek, Haley guided his vessel with consummate skill into one of its sheltering harbours, ordered all sail dropped, and everything made snug. The bug-eye was, indeed, completely hidden; with every appearance, moreover, of lying by for the night, in case their course should be followed and, by any chance, they were discovered.

Launching the small boat, Haley ordered Harvey and the sailor, Jeff, into it. He took his seat in the stern at the steering-oar, and was rowed by them cautiously toward the mouth of the creek, skirting close to the bank, not to be seen. Again the thought of escape flashed through the mind of Jack Harvey; but, perhaps with the same contingency in view, Hamilton Haley drew from his pocket a revolver and laid it before him on a thwart. If the hint were intended for Harvey, it was sufficient. He resigned himself once more to the situation and to the duty before him.