"I guess we are," said Dolly, with a sigh of satisfaction. "It was about the most hopeless looking race I ever saw twenty minutes ago, but you never can tell."
And now every minute seemed to make the issue more and more certain. Sometimes a little puff of wind would strike the Defiance, fill her sails, and push her a little nearer her goal, but the hopes that those puffs must have raised in Dolly"s rival and her crew were false, for each died away before the Defiance really got moving again.
And at last, pa.s.sing within a hundred yards, so that they could see poor Gladys, her eyes filled with tears, the Eleanor slipped by the Defiance and took the lead. And then, by some strange irony of fate, the wind came to the Defiance--but it came too late. For the Eleanor, slipping through the water as if some invisible force had been dragging her, pa.s.sed through the opening and into the still waters of the cove fully two hundred feet in the lead.
"That certainly was your victory, Dolly," said Eleanor. "If you hadn"t found that wind, we"d still be floundering around somewhere near the lighthouse."
"I do feel sorry for Gladys, though," said Dolly. "It must have been hard--when she was so sure that she had won."
CHAPTER IX.
THE SPY.
"That was bad luck. You really deserved to win that race, Gladys," Dolly called out, as the Defiance came within hailing distance of the Eleanor again.
Gladys looked at her old friend but said not a word. It was very plain that the loss of the race, which she had considered already won, was a severe blow to her, and she was not yet able, even had she been willing, to say anything.
"That"s very nice of you, Dolly," called Mary Turner. "But it isn"t so at all. You sailed your boat very cleverly. We didn"t think of going off after the wind until it was too late. I think it was mighty plucky of you to keep on when we had such a big lead. Congratulations!"
"Oh, what"s the use of talking like that?" cried Gladys, furiously. "It was a trick--that was all it was! If we had had a real wind all the way, we"d have beaten you by half a mile!"
"I know it, Gladys. It was a trick," said Dolly, cheerfully. "That"s just what I said. We"ll have another race, won"t we? And we"ll pick out a day when the wind is good and strong, so that it will be just the same for both boats."
"Oh, you"d find some other trick to help you win," said Gladys, sulkily. "Don"t act like that--it"s easy enough for you to be pleasant. They"ll all be laughing at me now for not being able to win when I had such a lead."
"I"m ashamed of you, Gladys," said Mary Turner, blushing scarlet. "Dolly, please don"t think that any of the rest of us feel as Gladys does. If I"d known she was such a poor loser, I wouldn"t have let her race with you at all. And there won"t be another race, Gladys doesn"t deserve another chance."
"Gladys is quite right," said Dolly, soberly. "It"s very easy to be nice and generous when you"ve won; it"s much harder to be fair when you"ve lost. And it was a trick, after all."
"No, it wasn"t, Dolly," said Eleanor, seriously. "It was perfectly fair. It was good strategy, but it wasn"t tricky at all. Gladys knew just as much about the wind as you did. If she had done as you did in time, instead of waiting until after she"d seen you do it, she would have won the race."
"We"re going to have trouble with that Gladys Cooper yet," said Margery. "She"s spoiled, and she"s got a nasty disposition to start with, anyhow. You"d better look out, Dolly. She"ll do anything she can to get even."
"I think this race was one of the things she thought would help her to get even," said Bessie. "She was awfully sure she was going to be able to beat you, Dolly."
"I almost wish she had," said Dolly. "I don"t mean that I would have done anything to let her win, of course, because there wouldn"t be any fun about that. But what"s an old race, anyhow?"
"That"s the right spirit, Dolly," said Eleanor. "It"s the game that counts, not the result. We ought to play to win, of course, but we ought to play fair first of all. And I think that means not doing anything at all that would spoil the other side"s chances."
"Oh, that"s all right," said Margery, "but I"m glad we won."
"I"m glad," said Dolly. "And I"m sorry, too. That sounds silly, doesn"t it, but it"s what I mean. Maybe if Gladys had won, we could have patched things up. And now there"ll be more trouble than ever."
While they talked they were furling the Eleanor"s sails, and soon they were ready to go ash.o.r.e. Dolly had brought them up cleverly beside the skiff, and, once the anchor was dropped and everything on board the swift little sloop had been made snug for the night, they dropped over into the skiff and rowed to the beach. There the other girls, who had been greatly excited during the race, and were overjoyed by the result, greeted them with the Wo-he-lo song. Zara, especially, seemed delighted.
"I felt so bad that I cried when I thought you were going to be beaten," she said. "Oh, Bessie, I"m glad you won! And I bet it was because you were on board."
Bessie laughed.
"You"d better not let Dolly hear you say that," she said. "I didn"t have a thing to do with it, Zara. It was all Dolly"s cleverness that won that race."
"I"m awfully glad you"re back, Bessie. I"ve had the strangest feeling this afternoon--as if someone were watching me."
Bessie grew grave at once. Although she never shared them, she had grown chary of laughing at Zara"s premonitions and feelings. They had been justified too often by what happened after she spoke of them.
"What do you mean, dear?" she asked. "I don"t see how anyone could be around without being seen. It"s very open."
"I don"t know, but I"ve had the feeling, I"m sure of that. It"s just as if someone had known exactly what I was doing, as long as I was out here on the beach. But when I went into the tent, it stopped. That made me feel that I must be right."
"Well, maybe you"re mistaken, Zara. You know we"ve had so many strange things happen to us lately that it would be funny if it hadn"t made you nervous. You"re probably imagining this."
Though Bessie tried thus to disarm Zara"s suspicions, she was by no means easy in her own mind. She felt that it would be a good thing to induce Zara to forget her presentiment, or feeling, or whatever it was, if she could. But, just the same, she determined to be on her guard, and she spoke to Dolly.
"She"s a queer case, that Zara," said Dolly, with a little shiver. "If any other girl I knew said anything like that, I"d just laugh at her. But Zara"s different, somehow. She seems sort of mysterious. Perhaps it"s just because she"s a foreigner--I don"t know."
"I spoke to you so that we could be on the look-out, Dolly. And I guess we"d better not say anything to anyone else. I think a lot of the girls would laugh at Zara if they knew that she had such ideas."
Bessie and Dolly managed to find occasion to cover most of the beach before supper, and they went up to the spring at the top of the bluff that overlooked the beach. The water had been piped down, and there was no longer any need of carrying pails up there to get water, but it was still a pleasant little walk, for the view from the top of the path was delightful. And Bessie and Dolly remembered, moreover, that it was there that the men who had watched the camp on the night of the fire had hidden themselves. But this time they found no one there.
Supper was a merry meal. The race of the afternoon was, of course, the princ.i.p.al topic of conversation, and in addition there were adventures to be told by those who had missed it and gone into Bay City to shop.
But Bessie, watching Zara, noticed toward the end of the meal that her strange little friend, who happened to be sitting near the entrance of the tent in which they ate, was nervous and kept looking behind her out into the darkness as if she saw something. And so, with a whispered explanation to Dolly, she rose and crept very silently toward the door. As she pa.s.sed Zara, she let her hand fall rea.s.suringly on her shoulder, and then, gathering herself, sprang out into the night.
And, so completely surprised by her sudden appearance that he could not get out of the way, there was Jake Hoover! Jake Hoover, who was supposed to be in the city, telling his story to Charlie Jamieson! Jake Hoover, who, after having done all sorts of dirty work for Holmes and his fellow-conspirators, had told Bessie that he was sorry and was going to change sides!
"Jake!" said Bessie, sternly. "You miserable sneak! What are you doing here?"
No wonder poor Zara had had that feeling of being watched. Jake"s work for Holmes right along had been mostly that of the spy, and here he was once more engaged in it. Bessie was furious at her discovery. Big and strong as Jake was, he was whimpering now, and Bessie seized him and shook him by the shoulders.
"Tell me what you"re doing here right away!" commanded Bessie. Gone were the days when she had feared him--the well-remembered days of her bondage on the Hoover farm, when his word had always been enough to secure her punishment at the hands of his mother, who had never been able to see the evil nature of her boy.
"I ain"t doin" no harm--honest I ain"t, Bessie," he whined. "I--jest wanted--I jest wanted to see you and Miss Mercer--honest, that"s why I"m here!"
"That"s a likely story, isn"t it?" said Bessie, scornfully. "If that was so, why did you come sneaking around like this? Why didn"t you come right out and ask for us? You didn"t think we were going to eat you, did you?"
"I--I didn"t want them to know I was doin" it, Bess," he said. "I"m scared, Bessie--I"m afraid of what they"d do to me, if they found out I was takin" your side agin" them."
Despite herself, Bessie felt a certain pity for the coward coming over her. She released his shoulder, and stood looking at him with infinite scorn in her eyes.
"And to think I was ever afraid of you!" she said, aloud.
"That"s right, Bess," he said, pleadingly. "I wouldn"t hurt you--you know that, don"t you? I used to like to tease you and worry you a bit, but I never meant any real harm. I was always good to you, mostly, wasn"t I?"
"Dolly!" called Bessie, sharply. She didn"t know just what to do, and she felt that, having Jake here, he should be held. It had been plain that Charlie Jamieson had considered what he had to tell valuable.
"h.e.l.lo! Did you call me, Bessie?" said Dolly, coming out of the tent. "Oh!"
The exclamation was wrung out of her as she saw and recognized Jake.
"So he"s spying around here now, is he?" she said. "I told you he was a bad lot when you let him go at Windsor, didn"t I? I knew he"d be up to his old tricks again just as soon as he got half a chance."
"Never mind that, Dolly. Tell Miss Eleanor he"s here, will you, and ask her to come out? I think she"d better see him, now that he"s here."
"That"s right--and, say, tell her to hurry, will you?" begged Jake. "I can"t stay here--I"m afraid they"ll catch me."
Dolly went into the tent again, and in a moment Eleanor Mercer came out. She had never seen Jake before, but she knew all about him for Bessie and Zara had told her enough of his history for her to be more intimate with his life than his own parents.
"Good evening, Jake," she said, as she saw him. "So you decided to talk to us instead of to Mr. Jamieson? Well, I"m glad you"re here. I"ll have to keep you waiting a minute, but I shan"t be long. Stay right there till I come back."
"Yes, ma"am," whined Jake. "But do hurry, please, ma"am! I"m afraid of what they"ll do to me if they find I"m here."
Eleanor was gone only a few minutes, and when she returned she was smiling, as if at some joke that she shared with no one.
"I"m sure you haven"t had any supper, Jake," she said. "The girls have finished. See, they"re coming out now. Come inside, and I"ll see that you get a good meal. You"ll be able to talk better when you"ve eaten."
Jake hesitated, plainly struggling between his hunger and his fear. But hunger won, and he went into the tent, followed by Bessie and Dolly, who, although the service was reluctant on Dolly"s part, at least, saw to it that he had plenty to eat.
"Just forget your troubles and pitch into that food, Jake," said Eleanor, kindly. "You"ll be able to talk much better on a full stomach, you know."
And whenever Jake seemed inclined to stop eating, and to break out with new evidences of his alarm, they forced more food on him. At last, however, he was so full that he could eat no more, and he rose nervously.
"I"ve got to be going now," he said. "Honest, I"m afraid to stay here any longer--"
"Oh, but you came here to tell us something, you know," said Eleanor. "Surely you"re not going away without doing that, are you?"
"I did think you"d keep your word, Jake," said Bessie, reproachfully.
"I can"t! I"ve got to go, I tell you!" Jake broke out. His fright was not a.s.sumed; it was plain that he was terrified. "If they was after you, I guess you"d know--here, I"m going--"
"Not so fast, young man!" said a stern voice in the door of the tent, and Jake almost collapsed as Bill Trenwith, a policeman in uniform at his back, came in. "There you are, Jones, there"s your man! Arrest him on a charge of having no means of support--that will hold him for the present. We can decide later on what we want to send him to prison for. He"s done enough to get him twenty years."
Jake gave a shriek of terror and fell to the ground, grovelling at the lawyer"s feet.
"Oh, don"t arrest me!" he begged. "I"ll tell you everything I know. Don"t arrest me!"
"It"s the only way to hold you," said Trenwith. "You"ve got to learn to be more afraid of us than of Holmes."
CHAPTER X.
JAKE HOOVER"S CAPTURE.
"You"re a fine lot," declared Jake, something about Trenwith"s manner seeming to steady him so that he could talk intelligibly. "You tell me I won"t get into any trouble if I come here, and then I find it"s a trap!"
"No one told you anything of the sort, my lad," said Trenwith, sharply. "You promised to go to Mr. Jamieson and tell him what you knew. No one made you any promises at all, except that you were told you wouldn"t have any reason to regret doing it."
Jake looked at Eleanor balefully.
"She"s too sharp, that"s what she is," he complained bitterly. "I might ha" known she was playing a trick on me--gettin" me to stay here and eat a fine supper. I suppose she went and sent word to you while I was doing it."
"Of course I did, Jake," said Eleanor quietly. "I telephoned to Mr. Trenwith even before you had your supper because I knew that if I didn"t do something to keep you here with us, you"d run away again. But I did it as much for your sake as for Bessie"s."
"Yes, you did--not!" said Jake. "Why shouldn"t you let me go now, then, if that is so?"
"Listen to me, my buck," said Trenwith, sternly. "You"re not going to do yourself any good by getting fresh to this lady, I can tell you that. You"re pretty well scared, aren"t you? You told her that you were afraid of what Holmes would do to you?"
But Jake, alarmed by Trenwith"s mention of the name of the man he feared, shut his lips obstinately, and wouldn"t say a word in answer. Trenwith smiled cheerfully.
"Oh, you needn"t talk now, unless you want to," he said. "I know all you could tell me about that, anyhow. You"ve been up to some mischief, and they"ve kept on telling you that if you didn"t behave yourself they"d give you away."
Jake"s hangdog look showed that to be true, although he still maintained his obstinate silence.
"Well, I happen to be charged with enforcing the law around here, and it"s my duty to see that criminals are brought to justice. I don"t know just what you"ve done, but I"ll find out, and I"ll see that you are turned over to the proper authorities--unless you can do something that will make it worth while to let you off. So, you see, you"ve got just as much reason to be afraid of us as of the gang you"ve been training with.
"They won"t be able to help you now, either, even if they should want to--and I don"t believe they want to, when it comes to that, I"ve always found that crooks will desert their best friends if it seems to them that they"ll get something out of doing it. So if you"re trusting to them to get you out of this sc.r.a.pe, you"re making a big mistake."
"You"d better listen to what Mr. Trenwith says, Jake," said Eleanor. "You think I"ve led you into a trap here. Well, I have, in a way. You"ll have to go to jail for a little while, anyhow. But you"re safer there than you would be if you were free. We"re all willing to be your friends, for your father"s sake. If we can, we"ll get you out of this trouble you are in. But you will have to help us. Think it over."
"What"s the use?" said Jake, sullenly. "I ain"t got nothin" to tell you, because I don"t know nothin". An" if I did--"
"You"d better take him along, Jones," said Trenwith to the policeman. "It"s quite evident that we"ll get nothing out of him to-night. And I don"t see any use wasting time on him while he"s in this frame of mind."
And so Jake, whining and protesting, was taken away. As soon as he was out of sight and hearing Trenwith"s manner changed.
"By George," he said, excitedly, "that"s a good piece of work! There"s something mighty interesting coming off here pretty soon. I"m not at liberty to tell you what it is yet, but I had a long talk on the telephone with Charlie just before you called me, Eleanor, and there are going to be ructions!"
"Oh, I suppose we mustn"t ask you to tell us, if you"ve promised not to do it," said Eleanor, "but I do wish we knew!"
She didn"t seem to notice that he had called her by her first name--a privilege that was not accorded, as a rule, to those who had no more of an acquaintance with her than Billy Trenwith. But he had done it so naturally, and with so little thought, that she could hardly have resented it, anyway. But Dolly noticed it, and nudged Bessie mischievously.
"Then you really think we"re going to find something out from Jake, Mr. Trenwith?" asked Dolly.
"We"ll find a way to make him talk, never fear," said Trenwith. "The boy"s a natural born coward. He"ll do anything to save his own skin if he finds he"s in real trouble and that the others of his gang can"t help him. I don"t think he"s naturally bad or vicious--I think he"s just weak. He was spoiled by his mother, wasn"t he? He acts the way a good many boys do who have been treated that way. He"s not got enough strength of character to keep him from taking the easiest path. If a thing seems safe, he"s willing to do it to avoid trouble."
"You know there"s just one thing that occurs to me," said Eleanor, looking worried. "Jake may have come here with some vague idea of telling us what he knew. But suppose he has seen Holmes or some of the others since Bessie got him to promise to go to Charlie Jamieson in the city?"
"I hoped you wouldn"t think of that," said Trenwith, gravely. "I thought of it, too. You mean he might have been here just as a spy, with no idea of showing himself at all?"