Jack Harvey's Adventures Part 7
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Oddly enough, either by reason of the lack of responsibility that weighed on the spirits of the man, or because of a lingering eagerness for adventure, in spite of the dubious prospects, the boy, Harvey, seemed the more resolute of the two.
"Well," responded Edwards, "I'm sorry you're in a sc.r.a.pe; but so long as you're here, why, I'm glad you're the kind of a chap you are. We'll help each other. We'll stand together."
And they shook hands upon it again.
"Now," said Edwards, "here's how I came here. I'm a travelling man, for a jewelry house-Burton & Brooks, of Boston. I was on the road, got into Was.h.i.+ngton the other night, and sold a lot of goods there. But one of my trunks hadn't come on time, and I was hung up for a day with nothing to do. Never had been in Baltimore, and thought I'd run down for a few hours.
"I got dinner at a restaurant and went out to look around. I went along, hit or miss, and brought up down by the water-front. This chap, Jenkins, b.u.mped into me and apologized like a gentleman; we got to talking, and he invited me into one of those saloons along the front. Beastly place, and I knew it; but I was off my guard. He certainly was slick, talked about his family and Johns Hopkins, and pumped me all the time-I can see it now-till he found I wasn't stopping at any hotel, but had just run in to town for the day.
"That was all he wanted. Saw the game was safe, and then he and the fellow that ran the place must have fixed it up together. I'll bet he stands in with most of these places on the water-front. He apologized for the place, I remember; said it was rough but clean, and the oysters the best in Baltimore. Well, I don't remember much after that, until I woke up in that hole on the schooner that brought us down here. I know we had something to drink-and that, so help me, is the last that anyone ever gets Tom Edwards to take. Shake on that, too."
He had a hearty, bluff way of talking, and a frankness in declaring himself to be the biggest simpleton that was ever caught with chaff, that compelled friends.h.i.+p.
Harvey again accepted the proffered hand, smiling a little to himself, and wondering if it were a habit of the other's profession to seal all compacts on the spot in that fas.h.i.+on.
"So here I am," concluded Mr. Edwards, "in the vilest hole I ever was in; sick from the nasty pitching of this infernal boat; the worst head-ache I ever woke up with-thanks to Mr. Jenkins's drug-robbed of $150 in money, that I had in a wallet, a diamond that I wouldn't have sold at any price-and, worst of all, my house won't know what's become of me. You see, I'm registered up in Was.h.i.+ngton at a hotel there. I disappear, they find my trunk and goods all right, and my accounts are straight. n.o.body knows I came to Baltimore. I'm not registered at any hotel there. There's a mystery for 'em. Isn't it a fix?"
Harvey whistled expressively.
"You're worse off than I am, a million times," he said. "Besides, I've got a little money, if it will help us out any. It's twenty-five dollars I had for fare back to Benton, and pocket-money."
"Where's that-where'd you say you were going?" asked Mr. Edwards, quickly.
"Benton."
"Benton, eh? Well, that's funny. I've been there; sold goods in Benton lots of times. You don't happen to know a man by the name of Warren there, do you? He's got three boys about your age, or a little younger-nice man, too."
Harvey gave an exclamation of surprise and delight.
"Know him? I guess I do," he cried. "And the Warren fellows, well rather.
Hooray!"
It was Harvey's turn to offer the hand of fellows.h.i.+p this time; and he gave Mr. Edwards a squeeze that made that gentleman wince.
"You've got a pretty good grip," said he, rubbing his right hand with the other. "I guess you can stand some hard work." Then they reverted to the subject of Benton, once more, and it brought them closer together. There was Bob White's father, whom Mr. Edwards knew, and several others; and Jack Harvey knew their sons; and so they might have shaken hands at least a half dozen times more, if Mr. Edwards had been willing to risk the experiment again.
"Now, to get back to the money," said he, finally; "you've got to hide that twenty-five dollars, or you'll lose it. Here, I can help you out."
He drew forth from a pocket a rubber tobacco pouch, and emptied the contents into an envelope in one of his inside coat pockets.
"I don't see how they happened to leave me this," he said, "but they did, and it's lucky, too. It's just what you need. We'll tuck the bills in this, fold it over and over, wrap a handkerchief about it, and you can fasten it inside your s.h.i.+rt with this big safety-pin. Trust a travelling man on the road to have what's needed in the dressing line. It may save you from being robbed. What are you going to do with that other five?
Don't you want to save that, too?"
Harvey had taken from a wallet in his pocket twenty dollars in bills, letting one five dollar bill remain.
"I'm going to use that to save the rest with," replied Harvey. "Supposing this brute of a captain asks me if I've got any money, to buy what I'll need aboard here, or suppose I'm robbed; well, perhaps they'll think this is all I've got, and leave me the twenty."
"You're kind of sharp, too," responded Mr. Edwards, smiling. "You'd make a good travelling man. We'll stow this secure, I hope."
He enfolded the bills handed to him by Harvey in the rubber tobacco pouch, wrapped the boy's handkerchief about that, and pa.s.sed it, with the pin thrust through, to Harvey. Harvey, loosening his clothing, pinned the parcel of bills securely, next to his body.
"That's the thing," said Mr. Edwards, approvingly. "That's better than the captain's strong-box, I reckon. I'm afraid we've struck a pirate.
Whew, but I'd give five hundred-oh, hang it! What's the use of wis.h.i.+ng?
We're in for it. We'll get out, I suppose some way. I'll tackle this captain in the morning. I've sold goods to pretty hard customers before now. If I can't sell him a line of talk that will make him set me ash.o.r.e, why, then my name isn't Tom Edwards. Guess we may as well turn in, though I reckon I'll not sleep much in that confounded packing-box they call a berth. Good night, Harvey, my boy. Here's good luck for to-morrow."
Mr. Edwards put forth his hand, then drew it back quickly.
"I guess that last hand-shake will do for to-night," he said. "Pretty good grip you've got."
Harvey watched him, curiously, as he prepared to turn in for the night.
Surely, an extraordinary looking figure for the forecastle of a dingy bug-eye was Mr. Tom Edwards. He removed his crumpled collar and his necktie, gazed at them regretfully, and tucked them beneath the edge of the bunk. He removed his black cut-away coat, folded it carefully, and stowed it away in one end of the same. He likewise removed a pair of patent leather shoes.
It was hardly the toggery for a seaman of an oyster-dredger; and Harvey, eying the incongruous picture, would have laughed, in spite of his own feeling of dismay and apprehension, but for the expression of utter anguish and misery on the face of Tom Edwards, as he rolled in on to his bunk.
"Cheer up," said the latter, with an attempt at a.s.surance, which the tone of his voice did not fully endorse, "I'll fix that pirate of a captain in the morning, or I'll never sell another bill of goods as long as I live."
"I hope so," replied Harvey.
But he had his doubts.
They had made their preparations not any too soon.
A voice from the deck called out roughly, "Douse that lantern down there!
Take this ere boat for an all-night dance-hall?"
Harvey sprang from his bunk and extinguished the feeble flicker that had given them light, then crept back again. He was young; he was weary; he was hopeful. He was soon asleep, rocked by the uneasy swinging and dipping of the vessel. Mr. Thomas Edwards, travelling man and gentleman patron of the best hotels, envied him, as he, himself, lay for hours awake, a prey to many and varied emotions.
But he, too, was not without a straw to cling to. He had his plans for the morrow; and, as tardy slumber at length came to his weary brain, he might have been heard to mutter, "I'll sell that captain a line-a line-a line of talk; I'll make him take it, or-or I'll-"
His words ceased. Mr. Thomas Edwards had gone upon his travels into dreamland. And, if he could have seen there the face and figure of Captain Hamilton Haley of the bug-eye, Z. B. Brandt, and have listened to that gentleman engaged in the pleasing art of conversation, he might not have been so hopeful of selling him a "line of talk."
CHAPTER V THE LAW OF THE BAY
The bug-eye, Z. B. Brandt, lay more easily at anchor as the night wore away and morning began to come in. The wind that had brought the rain had fallen flat, and, in its stead, there was blowing a gentle breeze straight out the mouth of the river, from the west. The day bade fair to be clear. Still, with the increasing warmth of the air upon the surface of the water, a vapour was arising, which shut out the sh.o.r.e in some degree.
To one looking at it from a little distance, the vessel might have presented a not unpleasing appearance. Its lines were certainly graceful-almost handsome-after the manner of that type of bay craft. The low free-board and sloping masts served to add grace to the outlines. The Z. B. Brandt was a large one of its cla.s.s, something over sixty feet long, capable evidently of carrying a large cargo; and, at the same time, a bay-man would have known at a glance that she was speedy.
Built on no such lines of grace and speed, however, was her skipper, Captain Hamilton Haley, who now emerged from the cabin, on deck, stretched his short, muscular arms, and looked about and across the water, with a glance of approval and satisfaction at the direction of the wind. He was below the medium height, a lack of stature which was made more noticeable by an unusual breadth of chest and burliness of shoulders.
Squat down between his shoulders, with so short and thick a neck that it seemed as though nature had almost overlooked that proportion, was a rounded, ma.s.sive head, adorned with a crop of reddish hair. A thick, but closely cut beard added to his s.h.a.ggy appearance. His mouth was small and expressionless; from under heavy eye-brows, small, grayish eyes twinkled keenly and coldly.
Smoke pouring out of a funnel that protruded from the top of the cabin on the starboard side, and a noise of dishes rattling below in the galley, indicated preparation for breakfast. Captain Haley, his inspection of conditions of wind and weather finished, went below.
A half hour later, there appeared from the same companion-way another man, of a strikingly different type. He was tall and well proportioned, powerfully built, alert and active in every movement. His complexion showed him to be of negro blood, though of the lightest type of mulatto.
His face, smooth-shaven, betrayed lines that foreboded little good to the crew of any craft that should come under his command. His eyes told of intelligence, however, and it would have required but one glance of a shrewd master of a vessel to pick him out for a smart seaman. Let Hamilton Haley tell it, there wasn't a better mate in all the dredging fleet than Jim Adams. Let certain men that had served aboard the Brandt on previous voyages tell it, and there wasn't a worse one. It was a matter of point of view.
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