He took two turns along the quarter-deck, squinting up into the night.
"Look here, Candage, you and I are going to have a lot of trouble with each other if you don"t show some common sense. I must get back to my yacht."
"Jump overboard and swim back. I ain"t preventing. I didn"t ask you on board. You can leave when you get ready. But this schooner is bound for New York, they"re in a hurry for this lumber, and I ain"t stopping at way stations!" He took another look at the weather, licked his thumb, and held it against the breeze. "Sou"west by sou", and let her run! And shut up!" he commanded his mate.
Mayo grabbed one of the yawl davits and sprang to the rail.
"We"re some bigger than a needle, but so long as the haystack stays thick enough I guess we needn"t worry!" remarked Captain Candage, c.o.c.king his ear to listen to the motor-boat"s exhaust.
"Hoi-oi!" shouted Mayo into the night astern. He knew that men hear indistinctly over the noise of a gasoline-engine, but he had resolved to keep shouting.
"This way, men! This way with that boat!"
""Vast heaving on that howl!" commanded Candage.
But Mayo persisted with all his might. His attention was confined wholly to his efforts, and he was not prepared for the sudden attack from behind. The master of the _Polly_ seized Mayo"s legs and yanked him backward to the deck. The young man fell heavily, and his head thumped the planks with violence which flung him into insensibility.
When he opened his eyes he looked up and saw a hanging-lamp that creaked on its gimbals as it swayed to the roll of the schooner. He was in the _Polly"s_ cabin. Next he was conscious that he was unable to move. He was seated on the floor, his back against a stanchion, his hands lashed behind him by bonds which confined him to the upright support. But the most uncomfortable feature of his predicament was a marlinespike which was stuck into his mouth like a bit provided for a fractious horse, and was secured by lashings behind his head. He was effectually gagged.
Furthermore, the back of his head ached in most acute fashion. He rolled his eyes about and discovered that he had a companion in misery. A very pretty young woman was seated on a camp-chair across the cabin. Her face expressed much sympathy.
He gurgled a wordless appeal for help, and then perceived that she was lashed into her chair.
"I wish I could take that awful thing out of your mouth, sir."
He gave her a look which a.s.sured her that he shared in her desire.
"My father has tied me into this chair. I tried to make him stop his dreadful talk when the boats came and burned the lights. He put me down here and made a prisoner of me. It is terrible, all that has been happening. I can"t understand! I hope you will not think too hard of my father, sir. Honestly, he seems to be out of his right mind."
He wanted to return some comforting reply to this wistful appeal, but he could only roll his head against the stanchion and make inarticulate sounds.
"He seemed to be very bitter when he brought you below. I could not make him listen to reason. I have been thinking--and perhaps you"re the gentleman who led the singing which made him so angry?"
Mayo shook his head violently in protest at this suspicion.
"I didn"t mind," she a.s.sured him. "I knew it was only in fun." She pondered for a few minutes. "Perhaps they wouldn"t have teased one of their city girl friends in that way--but I suppose men must have a good time when they are away from home. Only--it has made it hard for me!"
There were tears in her eyes.
Mayo"s face grew purple as he tried to speak past the restraining spike and make her understand his sentiments on the subject of that serenade.
"Don"t try to talk, sir. I"m so sorry. It is shameful!"
There was silence in the cabin after that for a long time. He looked up at the swinging lamp, his gaze wandered about the homely cabin. But his eyes kept returning to her face. He could not use his tongue, and he tried to tell her by his glances, apologetic little starings, that he was sorry for her in her grief. She met those glances with manifest embarra.s.sment.
After an absence which was prolonged to suit his own sour will in the matter, Captain Candage came stamping stormily down the companionway.
He stood between his captives and glowered, first at one and then at the other.
"Both of ye blaming me, I reckon, for what couldn"t be helped."
"Father, listen to me now, if you have any sense left in you," cried the girl, with pa.s.sion. "Take that horrible thing out of that gentleman"s mouth."
"It has come to a pretty pa.s.s in this world when an honest man can"t carry on his own private business without having to tie up meddlers so as to have a little peace." He walked close to Mayo and shook a monitory finger under the young man"s nose. "Now, what did ye come on board here for, messing into my affairs?"
The indignant captain put forth his best efforts to make suitable retort, but could only emit a series of "guggles."
"And now on top of it all I am told by my mate, who never gets around to do anything that ought to be done till it"s two days too late, that you are one of the Mayos! Why wasn"t I informed? I might have made arrangements to show you some favors. I might have hove to and taken a chance, considering who you was. And now it"s too late. Everybody seems to be ready to impose on me!"
Again Mayo tried to speak.
"Why don"t you shut up that gobbling and talk sense?" shouted the irate skipper, with maddening disregard of the captive"s predicament.
"Father, are you completely crazy? You haven"t taken that spike out of his mouth."
"Expect a man to remember everything when he is all wrapped in his own business and everybody trying to meddle with it?" grumbled Candage. He fumbled in his pocket and produced a knife. He slashed away the rope yarn which lashed the marlinespike. "If you can talk sense I"ll help you do it! I reckon you can holler all you want to now. Them dudes can"t find their own mouths in a fog, much less this schooner. Now talk up!"
Mayo worked his aching jaws and found his voice. "You know how I happened to get aboard, Captain Candage. I am skipper of the _Olenia_.
Put back with me if you want to save trouble."
"Not by a tin hoopus, sir! I ain"t going about and tackle them reefs in this fog. I"ve got open sea ahead, and I shall keep going!"
Mayo was a sailor who knew that coast, and he admitted to himself that Candage"s stubbornness was justified.
"I ain"t responsible for your getting aboard here. I"ll land you as soon as I can--and that covers the law, sir."
During a prolonged silence the two men stared at each other.
"At any rate, Captain Candage, I trust you will not consider that you have a right to keep me tied up here any longer."
"Now that there"s a better understanding about who is boss aboard here, I don"t know as I"m afraid to have you at large," admitted the skipper.
"I only warn you to remember your manners and don"t forget that I"m captain."
He flourished his clasp-knife and bent and cut the lashings. Then he strode across the cabin and performed like service for his daughter.
"I reckon I can afford to have _you_ loose, too, now that you can"t tell me my business in front of a lot of skylarkers throwing kisses right and left!"
"Father! Oh, oh!" She put her hands to her face.
Captain Candage seemed to be having some trouble in keeping up his role of a bucko shipmaster; he shifted his eyes from Mayo"s scowl and surveyed his daughter with uncertainty while he scratched his ear.
"When a man ain"t boss on his own schooner he might as well stop going to sea," he muttered. "Some folks knows it"s the truth, being in a position to know, and others has to be showed!" He went stamping up the companionway into the night.
Captain Mayo waited, for some minutes. The girl did not lift her head.
"About that--What he said about--You understand! I know better!" he faltered.
"Thank you, sir," she said, gratefully, still hiding her face from him.
"Men sometimes do very foolish things."
"I didn"t know my father could be like this."