Jack Harvey's Adventures Part 3
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"Then I'll step out on deck and bring down that little hand-bag of mine,"
said Harvey. "I left it forward by the rail when I came aboard. It's got a comb and brush and a tooth-brush and a change of underwear in it."
Harvey ascended the ladder and walked out on deck. It was a glorious night, the sky studded with thousands of stars. The air was chilly, but Harvey was warmly dressed, and the crisp air was invigorating after his stay in the cabin. He went forward, wondering, in his somewhat confused state of mind, what his chums in Benton would think of it if they could know where he was, and what he contemplated doing.
"I only wish Henry Burns was going along," he thought. "Well, I'll have something to tell him next time I see him."
He little thought under what strange circ.u.mstances they would next meet.
Hardly had Harvey left the cabin, when young Mr. Jenkins sprang into the galley, leering at the boy Joe, and digging that stolid youngster facetiously in the ribs.
"Oh, that's rich!" he chuckled. "What do you say, Joey-a pretty hair-brush and comb and a tooth-brush aboard an oyster dredger? You'll have to tell old Haley to get a mirror-a French-plate, gold-leaf mirror-for Mr. Harvey. Oh, he'd do it, all right. He'll-ah, ha, ha-oh jimminy Christmas! Isn't that rich?"
The boy, Joe, turned toward Mr. Jenkins, somewhat angrily.
"You think you're smart," he muttered. "You'll get come up with, one of these days. What did you get him for? He ain't the right sort. He's got folks as will make trouble. I'll bet the old man won't stand for him."
"Look here, you," exclaimed Mr. Jenkins, seizing the boy, roughly, "you shut up! Who asked you to tell me what to do? Don't I know my business?
Don't I know old Scroop, too, as much as you do? Of course he'll stand for him-when I tell him a few things. You leave that to me, and don't you go interfering, or I'll hand you something you'll feel for a week."
The boy shrank back, and relapsed into stolid silence.
"Where's that pen and ink?" inquired Jenkins.
The boy pointed to a locker.
Taking a faded wallet from his pocket, Mr. Jenkins produced therefrom a paper which he unfolded and spread upon the table. It seemed to be a form, of some sort or other, partly type-written. He got the rusty pen and a small bottle of ink, laid them beside it, and waited for Harvey's return. Harvey soon reappeared.
"We'll just sign this agreement," remarked Mr. Jenkins carelessly.
"Scroop had some aboard here. They don't mean much, with a good captain like him, for he does better than he's bound to, anyway. I'll just run it over, so you can get an idea of it."
Talking glibly, Mr. Jenkins ran his finger along the lines, whereby Harvey, by the dim light, got a somewhat hazy idea of them: to the effect that he, Jack Harvey, twenty-one years of age, was bound to serve for one month aboard the fisherman, Z. B. Brandt, whereof the master was Hamilton Haley, on a dredging trip in Chesapeake bay and its tributaries.
Together, with divers conditions and provisions which Mr. Jenkins dismissed briefly, as of no account.
"But I'm not twenty-one years old," said Harvey. "That's wrong."
"Oh, that don't amount to anything," responded Mr. Jenkins. "I knew you weren't quite that, but it's near enough. It's all right. No one ever looks at it. We'll sign, and it's all over. Then we'll turn in, and see the captain in the morning. He's going to be late, by the looks."
"But I thought you said the captain's name was Scroop," suggested Harvey, puzzled.
"So it is," replied Mr. Jenkins. "This is an old contract, but it's just as good. Haley used to be captain, and they use the old forms. It don't matter what the captain's name is, so long as he's all right, and he's got a good boat."
Harvey, following the example of his companion, put his name to the paper.
It might have been different had he had opportunity to take note, on coming aboard, that the schooner, in the cabin of which he now sat, bore no such name on bow and stern as the "Z. B. Brandt." It might have been different had he seen, in his mind's eye, the real Z. B. Brandt, pitching and tossing in the waters of Chesapeake Bay, seventy odd miles below where the schooner lay in her snug berth. But he knew naught of that, nor that the schooner in which he was about to take up his quarters for the night was no more like the Z. B. Brandt than a Pullman is like a cattle-car.
It was with his mind filled with a picture of the voyage soon over and done, and a proud return to Henry Burns and his cronies, that Harvey turned in shortly, on one of the bunks, wrapped himself snugly in a good warm blanket, and went off to sleep. The creaking of rigging, as some craft moved with the current, the noise of some new arrival coming in late to join the fleet at moorings, the tramp of an occasional sailor on the deck of a neighbouring craft, and the swinging of the schooner, did not disturb his sound slumbers. Wearied with the doings of a busy day, he did not move, once his eyes had closed in sleep.
Some time after eleven o'clock, Mr. Jenkins arose softly and stepped cautiously over to where Harvey lay. There was no mistaking the soundness of Harvey's slumbers. Mr. Jenkins slipped out of the cabin, upon deck. A row-boat soon attracted his attention, coming toward the schooner from somewhere below. There were three figures in it. As the boat came alongside, Mr. Jenkins stepped to the rail and spoke to the man in the stern.
"h.e.l.lo, Scroop," he said. "I've got another for you. He wouldn't drink, but he's a sound sleeper."
The captain nodded. With the a.s.sistance of his companion in the boat, whom Mr. Jenkins called mate, and of Mr. Jenkins, himself, another man was lifted from the small craft to the deck of the schooner. He seemed half asleep, and walked between them like one that had been drugged. They did not take him aft, but a.s.sisted him down into the forecastle, and returned presently, without him.
"All right, captain?" queried Mr. Jenkins.
"Yes, cast us off."
Mr. Jenkins sprang over the rail, to the deck of the craft alongside. He cast off the lines, forward and aft, that had moored the schooner to the other vessel. The captain and mate ran up one of the jibs. Mr. Jenkins pushed vigorously, and the bow of the schooner slowly swung clear. The current aided. The light night breeze caught the jib. The schooner drifted away, with Captain Scroop at the wheel.
Mr. Jenkins, standing on the deck of the vessel to which the schooner had been moored, watched the latter glide away. After a little time the foresail was run up. The schooner was leaving the harbour of Baltimore.
Mr. Jenkins did a little shuffle, thrust his hands into his pockets, and walked briskly across the decks to sh.o.r.e.
"That's ten dollars easy money for me and Scroop," he muttered. Then he stopped once and chuckled. "A comb and brush and a tooth-brush aboard old Haley's bug-eye!" he said. "Oh, my! That's a good one."
CHAPTER III DOWN THE BAY
Jack Harvey's father, awakening next morning in his comfortable state-room aboard the liner, would have been not a little astounded had he known how strangely the facts belied his remark to Mrs. Harvey that Jack must, by this time, be well on his way north. By no possible stretch of fancy could the vision of their son, lying asleep in the crazy cabin of the old schooner, appear to the minds of Harvey's parents. In blissful ignorance of his strange adventure, they sailed away. Miles and miles behind, the schooner followed in the liner's wake.
Jack Harvey was a good sleeper. The sun came up out of the bay and shed its light far and wide upon hundreds of craft, borne lightly by the wind and tide. It penetrated, even, the cabin of the dingy schooner, and it lighted the way for the youthful sleeper to come back from dreams to consciousness.
For some moments, as Harvey lay with half opened eyes, he wondered where he was. Then it all came back to him in a flash: the Baltimore water-front; the picturesque fishermen; the strange young man-and then, the remembrance that he had signed for a month aboard the schooner. For an instant he almost regretted that act, and the thought brought him up quickly on one elbow, to look about him.
One resolve he made at the moment. He would not back out now. He might find that impossible, anyway, since he had signed the paper. But he would send a line to Miss Matilda Burns, letting her know what he was doing. It was no more than fair to her.
The next moment, Jack Harvey leaped to his feet. He was fully awake now.
Dressed, as he was,-for he had removed only his shoes and coat,-he sprang to one of the ports. He had sailed too much not to know that the vessel was under weigh, although, on a perfectly smooth sea and with no swell, there was but slight perceptible motion to the schooner.
One glance told him the truth. He waited no longer, but ran up the companion-way on deck. Amazed, he looked about him. Far astern, some fifteen miles, the outlines of the city showed. The nearest sh.o.r.e was a mile away. The schooner, foresail and main-sail set, and winged out, was slowly gliding before the wind down the bay.
Jack Harvey gave a whistle of astonishment. Then a feeling of resentment toward young Mr. Jenkins arose in his breast.
"That's a cool trick!" he exclaimed. "Why didn't he tell me we were going to sail so soon? He said we'd have time to get a few things in the shops before we sailed. I'll tell him what I think of it."
Without waiting to speak to anyone on deck, or scarce take notice of who was there, Harvey darted down the companion-way and hastened to the bunk where he had seen Mr. Jenkins turn in, the night before.
It was empty.
Strangely puzzled, Harvey made his way out on deck. A tall, keen-eyed man, smooth-shaven save for a light blond moustache, sat astride the wheel box, steering. Harvey turned to him, somewhat excitedly.
"Where's that fellow Jenkins?" he asked.
Coolly surveying Harvey, with a pair of steady, blue eyes, the man replied, "You call me 'Mr. Blake,' young feller; I'm mate."
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