"Is it--" began the lady, in an agitated whisper.
"The boardin" party? I presume likely."
"But what can you do?"
"Stand by the repel, I guess," was the calm reply. "I told you that they had most of the ammunition, but ours ain"t all blank cartridges. You stay below and listen to the broadsides."
They heard Georgianna cross the dining room. There was a murmur of voices at the door. The captain nodded.
"It"s them," he said. "Well, here goes. Now don"t you show yourself."
"Do you think I am afraid? Indeed, I shan"t stay "below" as you call it!
I shall let them see--"
Captain Cy held up his hand.
"I"m commodore of this fleet," he said; "and that bein" the case, I expect my crew to obey orders. There"s nothin" you can do, and--Why, yes! there is, too. You can take care of Bos"n. Georgianna," to the housekeeper who, looking frightened and nervous, had appeared at the door, "send Bos"n in here quick."
"They"re there," whispered Georgianna. "Mr. Atkins and Tad and that Thomas critter, and lots more. And they"ve come after her. What shall we do?"
"Jump when I speak to you, that"s the first thing. Send Bos"n in here and you stay in your galley."
Emily came running. Miss Dawes put an arm about her. Captain Cy, the battle lanterns still twinkling under his brows, stepped forth to meet the "boarding party."
They were there, as Georgianna had said. Mr. Thomas on the top step, Heman and Simpson on the next lower, and behind them Abel Leonard and a group of interested volunteers, princ.i.p.ally recruited from the back room of the barber shop.
"Evenin", gentlemen," said the captain, opening the door so briskly that Mr. Thomas started backward and came down heavily upon the toes of the devoted Tad. Mr. Simpson swore, Mr. Thomas clawed about him to gain equilibrium, and the dignity of the group was seriously impaired.
"Evenin"," repeated Captain Cy. "Quite a surprise party you"re givin"
me. Come in."
"Cyrus," began the Honorable Atkins, "we are here to claim--"
"Give me my daughter, you robber!" demanded Thomas, from his new position in the rear of the other two.
"Mr. Thomas," said Heman, "please remember that I am conducting this affair. I respect the natural indignation of an outraged father, but--ahem! Cyrus, we are here to claim--"
"Then do your claimin" inside. It"s kind of chilly to-night, there"s plenty of empty chairs, and we don"t need to hold an overflow meetin".
Come ahead in."
The trio looked at each other in hesitation. Then Mr. Atkins majestically entered the dining room. Thomas and Simpson followed him.
"Abe," observed Captain Cy to Leonard, who was advancing toward the steps, "I"m sorry not to be hospitable, but there"s too many of you to invite at once, and "tain"t polite to show partiality. You and the rest are welcome to sit on the terrace or stroll "round the deer park. Good night."
He closed the door in the face of the disappointed Abel and turned to the three in the room.
"Well," he said, "out with it. You"ve come to claim somethin", I understand."
"I come for my rights," shouted Mr. Thomas.
"Yes? Well, this ain"t State"s prison or I"d give "em to you with pleasure. Heman, you"d better do the talkin". We"ll probably get ahead faster."
The Honorable cleared his throat and waved his hand.
"Cyrus," he began, "you are my boyhood friend and my fellow townsman and neighbor. Under such circ.u.mstances it gives me pain--"
"Then don"t let us discuss painful subjects. Let"s get down to business.
You"ve come to rescue Bos"n--Emily, that is,--from the "robber"--I"m quotin" Deacon Thomas here--that"s got her, so"s to turn her over to her sorrowin" father. Is that it? Yes. Well, you can"t have her--not yet."
"Cyrus," said Mr. Atkins, "I"m sorry to see that you take it this way.
You haven"t the shadow of a right. We have the law with us, and your conduct will lead us to invoke it. The constable is outside. Shall I call him in?"
"Uncle Bedny" was the town constable and had been since before the war.
The purely honorary office was given him each year as a joke. Captain Cy grinned broadly, and even Tad was obliged to smile.
"Don"t be inhuman, Heman," urged the captain. "You wouldn"t turn me over to be man-handled by Uncle Bedny, would you?"
"This is not a humorous affair--" began the congressman, with dignity.
But the "bereaved father" had been prospecting on his own hook, and now he peeped into the sitting room.
"Here she is!" he shouted. "I see her. Come on, Emmie! Your dad"s come for you. Let go of her, you woman! What do you mean by holdin" on to her?"
The situation which was "not humorous" immediately became much less so.
The next minute was a lively one. It ended as Mr. Thomas was picked up by Tad from the floor, where he had fallen, having been pushed violently over a chair by Captain Cy. Bos"n, frightened and sobbing, was clinging wildly to Miss Dawes, who had clung just as firmly to her. The captain"s voice rang through the room.
"That"s enough," he said. "That"s enough and some over. Atkins, take that feller out of this house and off my premises. As for the girl, that"s for us to fight out in the courts. I"m her guardian, lawfully appointed, and you nor n.o.body else can touch her while that appointment"s good. Here it is--right here. Now look at it and clear out."
He held, for the congressman"s inspection, the doc.u.ment which, inclosed in the long envelope, had been received that morning. His visit to Ostable, made some weeks before, had been for the purpose of applying to the probate court for the appointment as Emily"s guardian. He had applied before the news of her father"s coming to life reached him. The appointment itself had arrived just in time.
Mr. Atkins studied the doc.u.ment with care. When he spoke it was with considerable agitation and without his usual diplomacy.
"Humph!" he grunted. "Humph! I see. Well, sir, I have some influence in this section and I shall see how long your--your TRICK will prevent the child"s going where she belongs. I wish you to understand that I shall continue this fight to the very last. I--I am not one to be easily beaten. Simpson, you and Thomas come with me. This night"s despicable chicanery is only the beginning. This is bad business for you, Cy Whittaker," he snarled, his self-control vanishing, "and"--with a vindictive glance at the schoolmistress--"for those who are with you in it. That appointment was obtained under false pretenses and I can prove it. Your tricks don"t scare me. I"ve had experience with TRICKS before."
"Yup. So I"ve heard. Well, Heman, I ain"t as well up in tricks as you claim to be, nor my stockin" isn"t as well padded as yours, maybe. But while there"s a ten-cent piece left in the toe of it I"ll fight you and the skunk whose "rights" you seem to have taken such a shine to. And, after that, while there"s a lawyer that "ll trust me. And, meantime, that little girl stays right here, and you touch her if you dare, any of you! Anything more to say?"
But the Honorable"s dignity had returned. Possibly he thought he had said too much already. A moment later the door banged behind the discomforted boarding party.
Captain Cy pulled his beard and laughed.
"Well, we repelled "em, didn"t we?" he observed. "But, as friend Heman says, the beginnin"s only begun. I wish he hadn"t seen you here, teacher."
Miss Dawes looked up from the task of stroking poor Bos"n"s hair.
"I don"t," she said, "I"m glad of it." Then she added, laughing nervously: "Cap"n Whittaker, how could you be so cool? It was like a play. I declare, you were just splendid!"
CHAPTER XIV