Mornings before daylight I slipped into cornfields and borrowed a watermelon, or a mushmelon, or a punkin, or some new corn, or things of that kind. Pap always said it warn"t no harm to borrow things if you was meaning to pay them back some time; but the widow said it warn"t anything but a soft name for stealing, and no decent body would do it.
Jim said he reckoned the widow was partly right and pap was partly right; so the best way would be for us to pick out two or three things from the list and say we wouldn"t borrow them any more?then he reckoned it wouldn"t be no harm to borrow the others. So we talked it over all one night, drifting along down the river, trying to make up our minds whether to drop the watermelons, or the cantelopes, or the mushmelons, or what. But towards daylight we got it all settled satisfactory, and concluded to drop crabapples and p"simmons. We warn"t feeling just right before that, but it was all comfortable now. I was glad the way it come out, too, because crabapples ain"t ever good, and the p"simmons wouldn"t be ripe for two or three months yet.
We shot a water-fowl now and then that got up too early in the morning or didn"t go to bed early enough in the evening. Take it all round, we lived pretty high.
The fifth night below St. Louis we had a big storm after midnight, with a power of thunder and lightning, and the rain poured down in a solid sheet. We stayed in the wigwam and let the raft take care of itself.
When the lightning glared out we could see a big straight river ahead, and high, rocky bluffs on both sides. By and by says I, "Hel-_lo_, Jim, looky yonder!" It was a steamboat that had killed herself on a rock.
We was drifting straight down for her. The lightning showed her very distinct. She was leaning over, with part of her upper deck above water, and you could see every little chimbly-guy clean and clear, and a chair by the big bell, with an old slouch hat hanging on the back of it, when the flashes come.
Well, it being away in the night and stormy, and all so mysterious-like, I felt just the way any other boy would a felt when I see that wreck laying there so mournful and lonesome in the middle of the river. I wanted to get aboard of her and slink around a little, and see what there was there. So I says:
"Le"s land on her, Jim."
But Jim was dead against it at first. He says:
"I doan" want to go fool"n "long er no wrack. We"s doin" blame" well, en we better let blame" well alone, as de good book says. Like as not dey"s a watchman on dat wrack."
"Watchman your grandmother," I says; "there ain"t nothing to watch but the texas and the pilot-house; and do you reckon anybody"s going to resk his life for a texas and a pilot-house such a night as this, when it"s likely to break up and wash off down the river any minute?" Jim couldn"t say nothing to that, so he didn"t try. "And besides," I says, "we might borrow something worth having out of the captain"s stateroom.
Seegars, I bet you?and cost five cents apiece, solid cash. Steamboat captains is always rich, and get sixty dollars a month, and _they_ don"t care a cent what a thing costs, you know, long as they want it. Stick a candle in your pocket; I can"t rest, Jim, till we give her a rummaging.
Do you reckon Tom Sawyer would ever go by this thing? Not for pie, he wouldn"t. He"d call it an adventure?that"s what he"d call it; and he"d land on that wreck if it was his last act. And wouldn"t he throw style into it??wouldn"t he spread himself, nor nothing? Why, you"d think it was Christopher C"lumbus discovering Kingdom-Come. I wish Tom Sawyer _was_ here."
Jim he grumbled a little, but give in. He said we mustn"t talk any more than we could help, and then talk mighty low. The lightning showed us the wreck again just in time, and we fetched the stabboard derrick, and made fast there.
The deck was high out here. We went sneaking down the slope of it to labboard, in the dark, towards the texas, feeling our way slow with our feet, and spreading our hands out to fend off the guys, for it was so dark we couldn"t see no sign of them. Pretty soon we struck the forward end of the skylight, and clumb on to it; and the next step fetched us in front of the captain"s door, which was open, and by Jimminy, away down through the texas-hall we see a light! and all in the same second we seem to hear low voices in yonder!
Jim whispered and said he was feeling powerful sick, and told me to come along. I says, all right, and was going to start for the raft; but just then I heard a voice wail out and say:
"Oh, please don"t, boys; I swear I won"t ever tell!"
Another voice said, pretty loud:
"It"s a lie, Jim Turner. You"ve acted this way before. You always want more"n your share of the truck, and you"ve always got it, too, because you"ve swore "t if you didn"t you"d tell. But this time you"ve said it jest one time too many. You"re the meanest, treacherousest hound in this country."
By this time Jim was gone for the raft. I was just a-biling with curiosity; and I says to myself, Tom Sawyer wouldn"t back out now, and so I won"t either; I"m a-going to see what"s going on here. So I dropped on my hands and knees in the little pa.s.sage, and crept aft in the dark till there warn"t but one stateroom betwixt me and the cross-hall of the texas. Then in there I see a man stretched on the floor and tied hand and foot, and two men standing over him, and one of them had a dim lantern in his hand, and the other one had a pistol.
This one kept pointing the pistol at the man"s head on the floor, and saying:
"I"d _like_ to! And I orter, too?a mean skunk!"
The man on the floor would shrivel up and say, "Oh, please don"t, Bill; I hain"t ever goin" to tell."
And every time he said that the man with the lantern would laugh and say:
""Deed you _ain"t!_ You never said no truer thing "n that, you bet you." And once he said: "Hear him beg! and yit if we hadn"t got the best of him and tied him he"d a killed us both. And what _for_? Jist for noth"n. Jist because we stood on our _rights_?that"s what for. But I lay you ain"t a-goin" to threaten n.o.body any more, Jim Turner. Put _up_ that pistol, Bill."
Bill says:
"I don"t want to, Jake Packard. I"m for killin" him?and didn"t he kill old Hatfield jist the same way?and don"t he deserve it?"
"But I don"t _want_ him killed, and I"ve got my reasons for it."
"Bless yo" heart for them words, Jake Packard! I"ll never forgit you long"s I live!" says the man on the floor, sort of blubbering.
Packard didn"t take no notice of that, but hung up his lantern on a nail and started towards where I was there in the dark, and motioned Bill to come. I crawfished as fast as I could about two yards, but the boat slanted so that I couldn"t make very good time; so to keep from getting run over and catched I crawled into a stateroom on the upper side.
The man came a-pawing along in the dark, and when Packard got to my stateroom, he says:
"Here?come in here."
And in he come, and Bill after him. But before they got in I was up in the upper berth, cornered, and sorry I come. Then they stood there, with their hands on the ledge of the berth, and talked. I couldn"t see them, but I could tell where they was by the whisky they"d been having.
I was glad I didn"t drink whisky; but it wouldn"t made much difference anyway, because most of the time they couldn"t a treed me because I didn"t breathe. I was too scared. And, besides, a body _couldn"t_ breathe and hear such talk. They talked low and earnest. Bill wanted to kill Turner. He says:
"He"s said he"ll tell, and he will. If we was to give both our shares to him _now_ it wouldn"t make no difference after the row and the way we"ve served him. Sh.o.r.e"s you"re born, he"ll turn State"s evidence; now you hear _me_. I"m for putting him out of his troubles."
"So"m I," says Packard, very quiet.
"Blame it, I"d sorter begun to think you wasn"t. Well, then, that"s all right. Le"s go and do it."
"Hold on a minute; I hain"t had my say yit. You listen to me.
Shooting"s good, but there"s quieter ways if the thing"s _got_ to be done. But what I say is this: it ain"t good sense to go court"n around after a halter if you can git at what you"re up to in some way that"s jist as good and at the same time don"t bring you into no resks. Ain"t that so?"
"You bet it is. But how you goin" to manage it this time?"
"Well, my idea is this: we"ll rustle around and gather up whatever pickins we"ve overlooked in the staterooms, and shove for sh.o.r.e and hide the truck. Then we"ll wait. Now I say it ain"t a-goin" to be more"n two hours befo" this wrack breaks up and washes off down the river. See?
He"ll be drownded, and won"t have n.o.body to blame for it but his own self. I reckon that"s a considerble sight better "n killin" of him.
I"m unfavorable to killin" a man as long as you can git aroun" it; it ain"t good sense, it ain"t good morals. Ain"t I right?"
"Yes, I reck"n you are. But s"pose she _don"t_ break up and wash off?"
"Well, we can wait the two hours anyway and see, can"t we?"
"All right, then; come along."
So they started, and I lit out, all in a cold sweat, and scrambled forward. It was dark as pitch there; but I said, in a kind of a coa.r.s.e whisper, "Jim!" and he answered up, right at my elbow, with a sort of a moan, and I says:
"Quick, Jim, it ain"t no time for fooling around and moaning; there"s a gang of murderers in yonder, and if we don"t hunt up their boat and set her drifting down the river so these fellows can"t get away from the wreck there"s one of "em going to be in a bad fix. But if we find their boat we can put _all_ of "em in a bad fix?for the sheriff "ll get "em.
Quick?hurry! I"ll hunt the labboard side, you hunt the stabboard. You start at the raft, and?"
"Oh, my lordy, lordy! _raf"_? Dey ain" no raf" no mo"; she done broke loose en gone I?en here we is!"
CHAPTER XIII.
WELL, I catched my breath and most fainted. Shut up on a wreck with such a gang as that! But it warn"t no time to be sentimentering. We"d _got_ to find that boat now?had to have it for ourselves. So we went a-quaking and shaking down the stabboard side, and slow work it was, too?seemed a week before we got to the stern. No sign of a boat. Jim said he didn"t believe he could go any further?so scared he hadn"t hardly any strength left, he said. But I said, come on, if we get left on this wreck we are in a fix, sure. So on we prowled again. We struck for the stern of the texas, and found it, and then scrabbled along forwards on the skylight, hanging on from shutter to shutter, for the edge of the skylight was in the water. When we got pretty close to the cross-hall door there was the skiff, sure enough! I could just barely see her. I felt ever so thankful. In another second I would a been aboard of her, but just then the door opened. One of the men stuck his head out only about a couple of foot from me, and I thought I was gone; but he jerked it in again, and says:
"Heave that blame lantern out o" sight, Bill!"
He flung a bag of something into the boat, and then got in himself and set down. It was Packard. Then Bill _he_ come out and got in. Packard says, in a low voice:
"All ready?shove off!"