"Yes," he answered. "Wasn"t sure whether my clock was right so I set it half an hour ahead."
Still holding him in the rays of the light, the girl examined him critically.
"All right but your shoes," she announced. "You"ll break your neck in those leather soles. I"ll see if I can rustle a pair of tennis-shoes."
She vanished suddenly and a moment later he saw her light fall upon the burly figures of three bare-footed fishermen shuffling along the dock.
She greeted the men familiarly.
"Got that coil for you, Tom. Cache it this time where those thieving devils won"t beat you to it. Coils are hard to get right now. Bill, you"d better run down Lucas way and scout around for barracuda. They were beginning to hit in there strong this time last year. How"s the baby? I phoned to town last night for that medicine I told you about.
They said they"d shoot it out on the first mail."
As she spoke Gregory saw other shadows draw near and hover for a moment in the circle of light. From the hillside above the town lights gleamed from the windows of the fishing colony, the intervening s.p.a.ces of darkness narrowing second by second until the village stood out like a great checker-board of lights and shadows. Against the background of lights he could see the slender figure of the girl pa.s.sing among the huge fishermen who towered like giants above her. Radiating energy wherever she went, criticizing some, commending others and joking away the early-morning grouch, she directed the movements of the constantly increasing stream of men who thronged the dock and despatched the boats one by one into the darkness.
When she returned to Gregory"s side for a moment she held in her hand a tattered pair of rubber-soled shoes. "They"re better than nothing," she explained. "When you are a full-fledged fisherman you won"t need shoes.
You"ll get so you can use your toes like fingers and----"
The rays of her flash-light, which swept the wharf as she spoke, suddenly brought into view the figure of a man lunging unsteadily along the dock. Leaving her sentence unfinished, she was by his side in an instant.
"Nothing doing, Jack. Go home and go to bed. I know all about your wife"s sick aunt. No time to listen now. If you"re sober by afternoon you can go out with the boys drifting."
The fisherman started to expostulate but she had already left him.
Mumbling that she didn"t know what sickness was, he stumbled obediently away in the direction of the sh.o.r.e.
"He"s been drunk since Tuesday," she announced as she rejoined Gregory.
"Too bad, too. Best man I"ve got in shallow water. You ought to see him handle a dory in the surf."
Again the light picked out a newcomer who stood hesitating a few feet away. "What"s the trouble, Pete? Why aren"t you on the job?"
"I"ve got to have more money." The words were spoken boldly and in a tone which drew the attention of all about. A number of fishermen shuffled nearer the speaker and ranged themselves beyond the circle of light within easy hearing distance.
"You want more money," d.i.c.kie Lang repeated slowly. "Well about the only reason I could ever think of for paying you any more would be for your nerve in asking for it. Why, I"ve lost more through your carelessness since you"ve been on the job than I could make on you in six months. The first shot out of the box you let a piece of barracuda-webbing go adrift and Mascola"s gang picked it up right before your eyes and you never cheeped. Then you put one of my motors on the blink because you were too lazy to watch the oil-feed. Where do you think I get off? How long could I run this outfit if all my men were like you? Take a brace and come alive, Pete. That"s the way to get more money out of me or any one else.
The harder you hit the ball the more you"ll get. I don"t want to hog it all. The boys will tell you I shoot square."
The fisherman slunk sullenly away and joined his companions. d.i.c.kie Lang turned again to Gregory.
"That"s one of the things I"m up against," she exclaimed in a low voice.
"That fellow is a regular agitator. Talking is his long suit. Why, he didn"t even know how to throw a bowline when he hit in here, flat broke and down on his uppers. I"ve taught him all he knows. And now he"s trying to start something. If men weren"t so scarce I"d can him in a minute."
Gregory watched the fleet embark, marveling at the manner in which the burly fishermen took orders from a mere slip of a girl. How it must go against their grain, he thought, to be bossed about by a woman. The last of the boats had cleared before the youthful commodore prepared to follow.
"Let"s go," she exclaimed impatiently. "We"re late now. Mascola"s outfit cleared two hours ago."
Leading the way she took Gregory aboard a small fishing vessel which waited at the float below. The motor started the instant their feet touched the deck and a gruff voice growled:
"We"ve got to go some to make the point by daybreak."
The girl nodded to the dark form at the wheel.
"You said it, Tom. Mascola"s gang are mighty near down there by now."
She cast off the lines and jumped again to the boat as the little craft backed from the slip and headed down the bay. While the boat gained headway under the rapid pulse of the powerful motor, she explained:
"Got a string of nets off Long Point. Just put them out yesterday. But I"ve a pretty good idea we"ll load up. That is unless Mascola tries to sew us up. One of his fishing captains was cruising round last night when I left the set."
"But if you had your nets out first," Gregory began.
A low laugh from the girl interrupted him. "You don"t know how Mascola does business," she said. "Listen, I"ll tell you. Did you ever notice them throw garbage overboard from the deck of a steamer and see one lone gull flying in her wake? The minute he squawks and swoops down to pick it up there"s a hundred of them come from all points of the compa.s.s to fight it out with him for the spoils. Well, Mascola"s men are just like that. We may spot the fish first. We generally do. But that doesn"t make the slightest bit of difference to Mascola. It only saves him the trouble. When our nets are out and he sees we"re getting a good haul, he lays around us and cuts us off. Do you get the idea?"
Gregory nodded vaguely.
"But can"t you do something?" he asked. "I should think----"
Again the girl laughed. "You bet I can do something," she snapped. "You just watch me. That"s what I brought you out here for this morning. If those devils try to lay around me, I"ll show them a thing or two. I wish we had an earlier start though," she concluded. "They"ve got the best of it by a couple of hours."
Through the darkness they raced to the open sea. The cool morning breeze blew briskly in their faces and Gregory noticed they were overhauling a few of the stragglers.
"It oughtn"t to take you long to catch up with them at this clip," he said admiringly. "Are all of your boats as fast as this one?"
"If they were it would break me up," the girl answered. "The _Petrel"s_ my flag ship. She"s a gas-hog, but she can travel. She has fifty horse, and built on the lines she is, there aren"t many of them around here that can make her run in their wake. Only two in fact," she added.
"Mascola"s speed-boat and Rossi"s fleet-tender."
"Who is Rossi?"
"Mascola"s fishing captain. Next to his boss and old Rock, one of the biggest crooks in town. He knows his business though," she supplemented half-admiringly, "and is a good man for Mascola."
"Who"s Rock?" asked Gregory.
The girl faced about suddenly.
"Rock"s the big man of a little town. He"s in everything. The further you go without meeting with him the better off you"ll be. He"s president of the bank, the Rock Commercial Company and several other concerns. He owns the controlling interest in the Golden Rule Cannery besides. He has a finger in everything. He"s a mighty busy man. But he"s never too busy to meddle with other people"s business. At least he tried to in mine."
Her teeth snapped in a vicious click.
A number of questions crowded to Gregory"s mind, as they crossed the jettied inlet and headed down the coast. He asked them in rapid-fire order.
"How many boats have you?"
"Twenty-five. Using sixteen to-day."
"Why don"t you run them all?"
"Can"t get the men. That is, good ones. I"m hiring and firing all the time. Paying thirty-eight now and that leaves me short-handed even with the boats I"m working."
"How many boats has Mascola?"
The girl was silent for a moment. Then she answered:
"Can"t say. Somewhere about fifty, maybe more. It"s hard to check him up. His boats cruise a long way out and some of them don"t put in to Legonia at all."