Jack Harvey's Adventures Part 39
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"I'm not so sure about Haley's being caught right off," returned Will Adams. "It all depends upon whether he thinks he's being hunted or not.
This bay is a mighty big sheet of water, and there are a thousand and one places to run to for hiding. And as I say, these fellows have a way of warning one another. We may get word of him soon, or we may not. We'll have to wait and see."
They ran in through Hooper strait that afternoon, in company with quite a fleet of oyster fishermen; a score of bug-eyes, picturesque and spirited under full sail; several sharp-stern punjies; and, in Tangier Sound, other smaller craft. Harvey, on deck, as lookout, watched eagerly, using Will Adams's telescope now and then, for the familiar rig of the Brandt.
Will Adams, at the wheel, rejoiced in the acquisition of one who would know the craft at a distance, instead of their having to trust to chance report of the vessel from some pa.s.sing skipper.
But there was no Brandt to be seen that afternoon. They came to anchor in Tangier Sound at dusk, and made ready for the night, impatient to resume the search upon the morrow.
"Not much like the Brandt, old fellow, is it?" remarked Harvey to Tom Edwards, as they turned in on some blankets on the cabin floor.
Tom Edwards gave a yawn and a murmur of satisfaction.
"It's fine and comfortable," he said-"but I won't be sorry to be back in old Boston once more-if we ever get there. I wasn't cut out for a sailor."
They started out again in good time, the following morning, following the track of the dredging fleet, cruising in and out among the vessels.
Perhaps their appearance cruising thus, apparently idle, with no fis.h.i.+ng equipment, may have excited some suspicion. Certain it is, they got little a.s.sistance from the captains they hailed, as Will Adams had feared.
"h.e.l.lo, ahoy there!" Will Adams would call, through a big megaphone.
"Ahoy, the Mollie!"
"Seen anything of the Z. B. Brandt?"
"No."
The answer would come short and sharp.
Sometimes they would sail along with a dredger, as it heaved and wound in its dredges, making inquiries; but, despite the fact that someone in these waters, of whom they asked, must, it would seem, have known a craft that was a regular dredger thereabouts, no one could, or would, enlighten them.
That evening, however, as they sought a berth for the night, in company with some dozen other craft, in a cove at the upper end of Bloodsworth Island, they got a hint of what seemed like a clue. They had come to anchor and night had fallen. Smoke was pouring out of the funnels of a cl.u.s.ter of oystermen some few rods away, and light shone cheerily from cabin companions. Will Adams lifted his megaphone to his lips and called out his inquiry if anyone had seen the Brandt. The reply came "Who are you?" Will Adams answered. The response to this was vague and unintelligible, but the tone was one of contempt. Yet, amid a confusion of voices, Will Adams caught this remark:
"Reckon Haley's gone up the Nantic.o.ke again, where it's easy dredging."
This was followed by a chorus of rough laughter.
By the light of the cabin lamp, that night, the yachtsmen aboard the Mollie studied the Nantic.o.ke river on their chart. Edward Warren and Will Adams looked at Harvey, inquiringly.
"We never went up there while I was aboard," said Harvey. "Haley did most of his poaching in the Patuxent and Tangier Sound; but it's not an unlikely place. We might get word of him there."
They sailed northeast from Bloodsworth island next day, and started up the Nantic.o.ke river, running by the buoys half-way to Roaring Point. Some tong-men in their canoes were at work in the chilling water, on the east bank at a bend of the river, and the Mollie was swung into the wind for a word with them.
The occupant of one of the canoes straightened up, at their inquiry, and eyed them shrewdly.
"You needn't look fer no Brandt up this river," he replied, in a drawling tone; "they do say as she was one of them as had the fight up above here, with the patrol; but if she was, she got away, all right. At any rate, she was going south, by Deal Island, the last I heard of her. If you're after her, I hope you get her-and bad luck to the skipper that runs her, being as he's a poacher by reputation in these parts."
The Mollie headed back down the river, almost due south into Tangier Sound. They had struck the trail at last. But the trail was a winding one. It led some nine miles southward, and then through a great stretch of bay off to the eastward, skirting countless acres of salt marshes, whither they were directed by a pa.s.sing vessel. The captain knew Hamilton Haley, and added gratuitously that he knew no good of him; by which it seemed Haley had his enemies in the bay, as well as friends.
Then the trail led away in a great sweep, some ten miles to the southwest, toward Smith Island, where the bug-eye had been seen heading.
They made this island on the forenoon of the next day. There they got trace again of a bug-eye answering the description of the Brandt; but it had made sail that morning to the eastward. They followed, in turn, across six miles of Tangier Sound to the sh.o.r.e of another broad extent of salt marsh, called Janes Island. They sailed southward along that, about dusk. Below them, by the chart, lay a good anchorage for the night, Somers Cove, at the mouth of a river. Already, in the gathering darkness, a mile ahead, there gleamed the rays of Janes Island lighthouse, marking the entrance to the harbour.
A half-mile ahead of them, making for this same light, sailed a vessel.
They had had a glimpse of it before dusk set in, but not clear enough to make it out.
Then, as they sailed, the faint cry of someone in distress came to their ears-a startling, puzzling cry, that seemed to come up from the very depths of the dark waters.
Hamilton Haley, running his vessel out of the mouth of the Nantic.o.ke, on the night of the disastrous fight with the police steamer, was at first about equally divided in mind between exultation and anger. He smiled grimly as he thought of the battle that had been waged with the owners of the oyster beds, and of the several score bushels of oysters plundered before the arrival of the steamer. He chuckled as he pictured again the escape in the fog, from the victorious steamer. But he muttered maledictions on the head of the skipper that had sunk the bug-eye, and who might have surmised, or might now be able to discover who the confederates of the unfortunate captain had been. He crowded on sail, once clear of the river, and went flying southward, in the early morning hours, along the sh.o.r.es of Deal Island.
The bug-eye turned the southern point of Deal Island and pa.s.sed in through a narrow stretch of water called the Lower Thoroughfare, which ran between Deal Island and a smaller one, known as Little Island.
Threading this thoroughfare, Haley sailed east and then northward, into a harbour called Fis.h.i.+ng Creek. Here he dropped sail, came to anchor and prepared to lie snug, to rest and reflect upon what course to take.
In spite of his successful escape, Haley was worried-almost alarmed; and, as he considered the situation, throughout the day, his anxiety increased. There were several things that worried him; and, now that troubles began to press, he thought of them all at once, as impending and immediate dangers. Perhaps, unconsciously, he had lost nerve. He thought of possible pursuit from the steamer. He thought of a hunt that might have been set on foot for Henry Burns, the youth he had carried off from the Patuxent. He thought of Harvey and his companion, safely ash.o.r.e, and perhaps long ere this having set on foot a search of reprisal.
Several times during the day, as Haley encountered Henry Burns about the deck, he stopped abruptly and seemed to be lost in thought. It would have disturbed the calmness of even that youth, could he have read Haley's mind; could he have known that, of all his troubles, Captain Hamilton Haley regarded Henry Burns as the one that most menaced his safety. But it was so. Other things might be denied. The evidence would be hard to gather; but here was the stolen youth, evidence in himself of Haley's act.
What Haley decided as best for his safety was expressed by Haley, himself, in answer to a question by Jim Adams, that afternoon.
"I'm going south-farther south," he said, "down into Virginia waters, across the line. The police tubs won't follow below that. We'll stay for a while. I don't know how long-till the trouble has had time to blow over, anyway."
Nevertheless, when sail was made again, that afternoon on the bug-eye, the course was not southward, but off to the east, following the sh.o.r.e line of the great sweep of bay leading into a wide river; and Jim Adams, mate, wondered. He was free with Haley, for he had come to be well-nigh indispensable to him; and he made bold to ask the reason for Haley's change of mind. Haley's eyes flashed with a hard light.
"That's my business," he answered, shortly.
Twilight came early; they had run in past St. Pierre island, rounded a point on the eastern bank of the river, and come to, in a small cove.
Haley gave the wheel to Jim Adams.
"Hold her where she is," he said. He went to the stem, and drew the skiff down alongside. "Come here," he called to Henry Burns and the sailor Jeff. They came aft, in surprise.
"Get in there!" Haley commanded, roughly. "We're short of wood. I want you two to come with me and get some."
It was a strange hour for wood gathering; it was already beginning to grow heavy with the dusk. Furthermore, there was no wood-land in sight.
The sh.o.r.e seemed lined with marshes, and barren. But the two started to obey, and Haley prepared to enter the skiff with them. A most unexpected thing happened, however. Jim Adams left the wheel and stepped to the side of the bug-eye.
"Come here, Mister Haley, if you please," he said, still simulating a politeness of address and manner, but with an insolent expression on his face. "Come back here, Mister Haley, I want to speak with you."
Haley, glaring at him, ignored his words and started to cast off the line. Jim Adams sprang and caught it. "You jes' got to come back here a moment, Mister Haley," he said.
With an exclamation of wrath, Haley sprang back on deck and advanced upon Jim Adams.
"What do you mean, interfering with me, you n.i.g.g.e.r?" he cried.
Jim Adams, mysteriously beckoning him to follow, retreated across the deck, to the side of the after-house.
"Mister Haley," he said, softly, "I got something to say to you. I know what you come in here for now. There don't no wood grow hereabouts. You thinks this would be a mighty fine place to leave that youngster that came from the Patuxent. But I ain't goin' to let you do it, Mister Haley-leastways not yet. I reckon Jim Adams wouldn't be here now if it wasn't for that youngster hauling him back aboard when he came out of the Nantic.o.ke."
Haley, taken utterly by surprise, glared at the mate for one moment without being able to find words to reply. Then he cried out that he would knock him overboard, and raised his fist for a blow. The agile mate caught his wrist and held it in a grip that Haley could not shake off.
They struggled for a moment, and then Haley, breaking loose, stood, trembling with rage.
"Jim Adams," he said, huskily, "what ails you-have you gone crazy? You've always been a good mate. Don't be a fool now. Don't you know the boy's a danger to us, here? Do you want to go to jail on account of him?"
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