"They"ll be along when we"re ready for "em," says I. "You go below there, will you, and stow away the coats and things."
So he crawled into the cabin, and I helped Jonadab get up sail. We intended towing the skiff, so I made her fast astern. In half a shake we was under way and headed out of the cove. When that British poet stuck his nose out of the companion we was abreast the p"int.
"Hi!" says he, scrambling into the c.o.c.kpit. "What"s this mean?"
I was steering and feeling toler"ble happy over the way things had worked out.
"Nice sailing breeze, ain"t it?" says I, smiling.
"Where"s Mau-Miss Stumpton?" he says, wild like.
"She"s abed, I cal"late," says I, "getting her beauty sleep. Why don"t YOU turn in? Or are you pretty enough now?"
He looked first at me and then at Jonadab, and his face turned a little yellower than usual.
"What kind of a game is this?" he asks, brisk. "Where are you going?"
"Twas Jonadab that answered. "We"re bound," says he, "for the Bermudas.
It"s a lovely place to spend the winter, they tell me," he says.
That poet never made no remarks. He jumped to the stern and caught hold of the skiff"s painter. I shoved him out of the way and picked up the boat hook. Jonadab rolled up his shirt sleeves and laid hands on the centerboard stick.
"I wouldn"t, if I was you," says the cap"n.
Jonadab weighs pretty close to two hundred, and most of it"s gristle.
I"m not quite so much, fur"s tonnage goes, but I ain"t exactly a canary bird. Montague seemed to size things up in a jiffy. He looked at us, then at the sail, and then at the sh.o.r.e out over the stern.
"Done!" says he. "Done! And by a couple of "farmers"!"
And down he sets on the thwart.
Well, we sailed all that day and all that night. "Course we didn"t really intend to make the Bermudas. What we intended to do was to cruise around alongsh.o.r.e for a couple of weeks, long enough for the Stumptons to get back to Dillaway"s, settle the copper business and break for Montana. Then we was going home again and turn Brown"s relation over to him to take care of. We knew Peter"d have some plan thought out by that time. We"d left a note telling him what we"d done, and saying that we trusted to him to explain matters to Maudina and her dad. We knew that explaining was Peter"s main holt.
The poet was pretty chipper for a spell. He set on the thwart and bragged about what he"d do when he got back to "Petey" again. He said we couldn"t git rid of him so easy. Then he spun yarns about what him and Brown did when they was out West together. They was interesting yarns, but we could see why Peter wa"n"t anxious to introduce Cousin Henry to Belle. Then the Patience M. got out where "twas pretty rugged, and she rolled consider"ble and after that we didn"t hear much more from friend Booth--he was too busy to talk.
That night me and Jonadab took watch and watch. In the morning it thickened up and looked squally. I got kind of worried. By nine o"clock there was every sign of a no"theaster, and we see we"d have to put in somewheres and ride it out. So we headed for a place we"ll call Baytown, though that wa"n"t the name of it. It"s a queer, old-fashioned town, and it"s on an island; maybe you can guess it from that.
Well, we run into the harbor and let go anchor. Jonadab crawled into the cabin to get some terbacker, and I was for"ard coiling the throat halyard. All at once I heard oars rattling, and I turned my head; what I see made me let out a yell like a siren whistle.
There was that everlasting poet in the skiff--you remember we"d been towing it astern--and he was jest cutting the painter with his jackknife. Next minute he"d picked up the oars and was heading for the wharf, doubling up and stretching out like a frog swimming, and with his curls streaming in the wind like a rooster"s tail in a hurricane. He had a long start "fore Jonadab and me woke up enough to think of chasing him.
But we woke up fin"lly, and the way we flew round that catboat was a caution. I laid into them halyards, and I had the mainsail up to the peak afore Jonadab got the anchor clear of the bottom. Then I jumped to the tiller, and the Patience M. took after that skiff like a pup after a tomcat. We run alongside the wharf just as Booth Hank climbed over the stringpiece.
"Get after him, Barzilla!" hollers Cap"n Jonadab. "I"ll make her fast."
Well, I hadn"t took more"n three steps when I see "twas goin" to be a long chase. Montague unfurled them thin legs of his and got over the ground something wonderful. All you could see was a pile of dust and coat tails flapping.
Up on the wharf we went and round the corner into a straggly kind of road with old-fashioned houses on both sides of it. n.o.body in the yards, n.o.body at the windows; quiet as could be, except that off ahead, somewheres, there was music playing.
That road was a quarter of a mile long, but we galloped through it so fast that the scenery was nothing but a blur. Booth was gaining all the time, but I stuck to it like a good one. We took a short cut through a yard, piled over a fence and come out into another road, and up at the head of it was a crowd of folks--men and women and children and dogs.
"Stop thief!" I hollers, and "way astern I heard Jonadab bellering: "Stop thief!"
Montague dives headfirst for the crowd. He fell over a baby carriage, and I gained a tack "fore he got up. He wa"n"t more"n ten yards ahead when I come busting through, upsetting children and old women, and landed in what I guess was the main street of the place and right abreast of a parade that was marching down the middle of it.
First there was the band, four fellers tooting and banging like fo"mast hands on a fishing smack in a fog. Then there was a big darky toting a banner with "Jenkins" Unparalleled Double Uncle Tom"s Cabin Company, No.
2," on it in big letters. Behind him was a boy leading two great, savage looking dogs--bloodhounds, I found out afterwards--by chains. Then come a pony cart with Little Eva and Eliza"s child in it; Eva was all gold hair and beautifulness. And astern of her was Marks the Lawyer, on his donkey. There was lots more behind him, but these was all I had time to see just then.
Now, there was but one way for Booth Hank to get acrost that street, and that was to bust through the procession. And, as luck would have it, the place he picked out to cross was just ahead of the bloodhounds. And the first thing I knew, them dogs stretched out their noses and took a long sniff, and then bust out howling like all possessed. The boy, he tried to hold "em, but "twas no go. They yanked the chains out of his hands and took after that poet as if he owed "em something. And every one of the four million other dogs that was in the crowd on the sidewalks fell into line, and such howling and yapping and scampering and screaming you never heard.
Well, "twas a mixed-up mess. That was the end of the parade. Next minute I was racing across country with the whole town and the Uncle Tommers astern of me, and a string of dogs stretched out ahead fur"s you could see. "Way up in the lead was Booth Montague and the bloodhounds, and away aft I could hear Jonadab yelling: "Stop thief!"
"Twas lively while it lasted, but it didn"t last long. There was a little hill at the end of the field, and where the poet dove over "tother side of it the bloodhounds all but had him. Afore I got to the top of the rise I heard the awfullest powwow going on in the holler, and thinks I: "THEY"RE EATING HIM ALIVE!"
But they wan"t. When I hove in sight Montague was setting up on the ground at the foot of the sand bank he"d fell into, and the two hounds was rolling over him, lapping his face and going on as if he was their grandpa jest home from sea with his wages in his pocket. And round them, in a double ring, was all the town dogs, crazy mad, and barking and snarling, but scared to go any closer.
In a minute more the folks begun to arrive; boys first, then girls and men, and then the women. Marks came trotting up, pounding the donkey with his umbrella.
"Here, Lion! Here, Tige!" he yells. "Quit it! Let him alone!" Then he looks at Montague, and his jaw kind of drops.
"Why--why, HANK!" he says.
A tall, lean critter, in a black tail coat and a yaller vest and lavender pants, comes puffing up. He was the manager, we found out afterward.
"Have they bit him?" says he. Then he done just the same as Marks; his mouth opened and his eyes stuck out. "HANK SCHMULTS, by the living jingo!" says he.
Booth Montague looks at the two of "em kind of sick and lonesome.
"h.e.l.lo, Barney! How are you, Sullivan?" he says.
I thought "twas about time for me to get prominent. I stepped up, and was just going to say something when somebody cuts in ahead of me.
"Hum!" says a voice, a woman"s voice, and tolerable crisp and vinegary.
"Hum! it"s you, is it? I"ve been looking for YOU!"
"Twas Little Eva in the pony cart. Her lovely posy hat was hanging on the back of her neck, her gold hair had slipped back so"s you could see the black under it, and her beautiful red cheeks was kind of streaky.
She looked some older and likewise mad.
"Hum!" says she, getting out of the cart. "It"s you, is it, Hank Schmults? Well, p"r"aps you"ll tell me where you"ve been for the last two weeks? What do you mean by running away and leaving your--"
Montague interrupted her. "Hold on, Maggie, hold on!" he begs. "DON"T make a row here. It"s all a mistake; I"ll explain it to you all right.
Now, please--"
"Explain!" hollers Eva, kind of curling up her fingers and moving toward him. "Explain, will you? Why, you miserable, low-down--"
But the manager took hold of her arm. He"d been looking at the crowd, and I cal"late he saw that here was the chance for the best kind of an advertis.e.m.e.nt. He whispered in her ear. Next thing I knew she clasped her hands together, let out a scream and runs up and grabs the celebrated British poet round the neck.
"Booth!" says she. "My husband! Saved! Saved!"
And she went all to pieces and cried all over his necktie. And then Marks trots up the child, and that young one hollers: "Papa! papa!" and tackles Hank around the legs. And I"m blessed if Montague don"t slap his hand to his forehead, and toss back his curls, and look up at the sky, and sing out: "My wife and babe! Restored to me after all these years!