"I shouldn"t think you could groan at all, if you had so many diseases as that."
"Dar"s war my toughness and wrastling powers show themselves. I just wrastled and wrastled, and I frowed "em all."
Sam swung his huge legs out of the hammock, took a seat near Jim, and, reaching out, he gently closed his immense fist around the little white hand of the boy. Then leaning forward until his black face, as broad as the moon, was almost against Jim"s, he whispered,--
"Yous been mighty kind to me, sonny, and, as I obsarved befor", I ain"t de one to forget it. Now, don"t you disremember what I toles you. You tink it"s all nice and pleasant here on de boat, and so it am jis" now, but dar"s _breakers ahead!_ Dat boss ob mine am one ob de biggest debbils dat am runnin" loose. Ef I should tell yous all dat I know "bout him, your hair would rose up and stick frough de roof wid horror. Can you swim, sonny?"
"I am a good swimmer."
"Berry well; I"m mighty glad to hear dat; it"s likely dat you"ll hab to swim for your life one ob dese days. Don"t roll your eyes so--I don"t mean dat we"s going to be wracked. But what I want to say am dat you must keep mum, and don"t let on dat you don"t know nuffin. Don"t act as though you and me was much friends when de rest am "bout, but you know dat I"m jis" de best one dat you"ll eber find."
"I understand all that," said Jim, who saw that the plan was only a simple precaution against drawing suspicion to them; "but I had no thought that any one would want to hurt me."
"Yous young, and don"t understand dem tings like us better eddycated gem"man. Old Hornblower am trying to sell you; and if he can"t do it, and tinks dat de ossifers am coming down on him, why he"ll jis" chuck you oberboard and dar"ll be de end ob it. You see, yous a purty big boy to steal, and if he lets you go, he"ll be likely to hear from you again."
Jim thanked his new friend from the bottom of his heart, and asked him what was the best thing to do.
"_Run away!_" was the emphatic reply.
"But I don"t get any chance when they"re close to sh.o.r.e. I am watched all the while, and they are so far off at other times that I hardly dare try it."
"I"ll tell yous what to do; jis" wait till I lets you know dat de time am come."
Jim agreed to this, and the African shortly after went on deck, while the boy turned in for the night.
From this time forth the captive lost his reckoning altogether, and could form no definite idea of the part of the world in which they were cruising. He supposed they were somewhere along the Virginia or North Carolina coast. At intervals of a day or two they ran in within sight of some town, and the sailor known as Bob went ash.o.r.e in the boat.
On these occasions there could be no doubt that he met Hornblower, and that the schooner was playing her part in a drama which was likely to end in a tragedy.
Fortified by the presence of such a friend as the negro Sam, Jim determined to write a note to Tom, telling him what had happened, and promising to return to him as soon as possible.
He had no trouble securing paper and the occasion; and when finished, he intrusted the missive to Sam, with the strictest injunctions to drop it into the office at the first town where he landed.
The negro did his best, and a week later, when he went ash.o.r.e, he inquired for the post-office, which he found after much trouble and delay. But he had lost the letter, and truth compelled him to report the sad fact to his young friend.
After that Jim did not run the risk of a second attempt.
"Providence will bring me out all right some day," was his conclusion; "and then Tom and I will talk it all over."
The schooner coasted up and down for weeks and months, until spring.
During this period she had spent days in ports where Jim could not gain the chance to find out the name of the town even.
Sam"s ignorance was so dense that even if he heard the place called out, he could not remember it ten minutes.
Several times Hornblower had appeared on board the vessel; but he held no communication with Jim, nor could the latter gain any additional knowledge of how he was progressing with his negotiations.
In the presence of others there was always a coolness between Sam and the boy, and it was impossible that either of the sailors should have suspected the strong friendship that bound the two together.
The fact that the vessel was working her way northward again made Jim uneasy; for it convinced him that a crisis was at hand, and his fate was likely to be determined one way or the other very soon.
Sam was of the same belief, as he took occasion to say when the chance offered. Adding that he would keep his eyes and ears open.
On a beautiful day in spring the Simoon entered New York Bay, and Jim resolved to seize the first opportunity to escape. The sight of the great city filled him with such longings to see his old friend Tom, that he could scarcely conceal his impatience from the others.
A grievous disappointment awaited him.
So strict a surveillance was kept over him, that no artifice was sufficient to secure the coveted chance.
That night Hornblower was on board, and a long and angry conference took place forward between him and Bob.
Jim would have given the world could he have learned what it was; but neither he nor Sam was allowed to catch a single expression.
The next morning the Simoon left the wharf and started up the Hudson. Mr.
Hornblower had decided to effect a "change of venue."
Chapter XVI.
But for the dark fear which impended over him, James Travers would have looked upon his sail up the Hudson on that spring morning as one of the most delightful experiences of his life.
The sky was clear as Italy"s; the air was balmy, and the steamers and shipping on the broad stream, as well as the roar of the train thundering along sh.o.r.e, formed an element in the romantic scenery which has well given the name of the Rhine of America to that n.o.ble river.
But the boy had little heart for all these. He was speculating upon the probabilities of the near future.
It was during the afternoon, while gliding up the river, that they pa.s.sed so close to a downward-bound steamer that the features of the pa.s.sengers on deck were plainly seen.
Jim was leaning idly on the gunwale, looking at them, when he observed a lady, with a child seated beside her, the mother pointing out to the child the varied beauties of the scene as they moved swiftly by. He straightened up on the instant, as if he had received an electric shock; for the conviction came like a flash that he had seen the face of that child before.
But where? He might as well have asked himself what there was in such a sweet, angelic countenance to affect him so strangely.
Ah! he had it. That was the girl that Tom had rescued from the icy water the winter before.
Going in opposite directions, and with such speed, the steamer and schooner were soon far apart, and the straining gaze of the lad was unable to tell where the mother and child were seated.
The two had not even looked at him, and he could only sigh that the glimpse was such a pa.s.sing one.
"I wonder whether Tom has ever seen them since. He would be a great deal more delighted than I."
The Simoon sailed steadily upward till the day wore by, by which time she was a good many miles above the metropolis.
It was no more than fairly dark when Sam managed to whisper in the ear of the boy,--
"_You mus" leab de boat to-night!_"