"That"s too bad; but I didn"t know nothing at all about it. Waldock"--she called her husband by his full given name--"Waldock is up to some awful trick."
It was a consolation to know that the woman was not a party to her husband"s wicked scheme. Bessie explained how she had been entrapped; but Mrs. Vincent declared that she did not even know the vessel was to sail that night. She had retired with her two children at nine o"clock, and got up when she felt the motion of the vessel under way.
"Where is she going?" asked Bessie, wiping away the tears that dimmed her eyes.
"We are all going to Australia."
"Where is your husband?" demanded Bessie, with a shudder.
"I"m sure I don"t know. He went off to New York; but of course we are not going to Australia without him."
While they were talking, Mat Mogmore came into the cabin, and lighted a lamp.
"Mat, what does all this mean?" said Mrs. Vincent, sharply.
"We have carried the thing out just as Captain Vincent told us to do,"
replied Mat.
"What did he tell you to do?"
"He left us to get Miss Watson on board. We haven"t had a chance to do so before, though we have been watching three or four days for one."
"Why did you wish to get me on board?" inquired Bessie, trembling in every fibre of her frame.
"O, you needn"t be frightened, Miss Watson. You are not to be hurt, and you are to be treated as well as if you were on board of the yacht.
Three years ago your father and Levi sent Captain Vincent to the state prison. He didn"t forget it, and he is going to carry out the plan he began upon then."
"Am I to be carried to Australia?" asked Bessie.
"That depends on your father. If he pays the money Captain Vincent asks, we shall send you back. Your father and Levi served the captain a mean trick, and he always said he would get even with them; and I think he will now."
"But how came you in this vessel, Mat?" asked Bessie.
"I went into the yacht for the sole purpose of doing the little job I finished up to-night," answered Mat, with a sneaking smile.
"O, what a wretch!" exclaimed Bessie.
"A wretch? Well, perhaps I am; but it pays better than going before the mast in the yacht. Captain Vincent has your father this time where he can hold him," added Mat. "Levi has gone off to Portland to sail in the race, and he can"t do anything for you this time. If you have a mind to write to your father, and tell him to come down with the rocks, I will see that he gets the letter within a week or so. He must put down about a hundred thousand dollars this time."
"Poor girl!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Mrs. Vincent. "I pity you; but my husband is an awful man, and I can"t do anything about it."
"We haven"t anything against her," said Mat. "She is to have a state-room by herself, and live like a lady. That"s the captain"s orders. The matter rests there, and it isn"t any use to say anything more about it."
Mat went on deck, leaving Bessie to weep over her unhappy fate, with no one but Mrs. Vincent to comfort her.
CHAPTER XX.
DOCK VINCENT"S LETTER.
Mr. Watson drove to Gloucester; but at this hour in the evening he had some difficulty in finding the telegraphic operator, and it was fully ten o"clock before he returned to his house in Rockport, ready to go on board of the yacht.
"Why, I thought you had gone!" exclaimed Mrs. Watson, when her husband presented himself.
"No; I was detained in Gloucester. Where is Bessie."
"Bessie has gone on board of the yacht. Mat Mogmore came for her, and said you had gone off in the steward"s boat."
"There is some mistake about it," replied Mr. Watson; but he had no idea of the stupendous mistake which had been made.
He went out to the pier; but, having no boat, he hastened over to the Point to obtain a skiff, though he could not see why a boat from The Starry Flag was not waiting for him. All was still on the Point; but he found a dory, in which he pulled off to the place where the yacht usually lay when in port. He could not find her. It was evident that she had sailed; and it was more certain than before that a great mistake had been made. He returned to the Point. Mr. Gayles was there.
He had come down to a.s.sure himself that the Caribbee had not stolen a march upon him. He could not see her in the gloom of the night. He recognized Mr. Watson, as he landed from the dory.
"Did you see the Caribbee?" asked the constable.
"No; did you see the yacht?" demanded the anxious father.
"I did not."
Mr. Watson stated the circ.u.mstances; but the officer could neither a.s.sist nor enlighten him.
The Starry Flag was miles away to the north-north-east, and the Caribbee was miles away to the south-south-east.
Levi had gone, Bessie had gone, the Caribbee had gone. Mr. Watson wanted to know why Levi had gone without him; but there was no one to tell him. He did not suspect that Bessie had not gone with him. Mr.
Gayles wanted to know why the Caribbee had sailed without Dock Vincent; but there was no one to tell him. Standing on the Point, both were vexed and perplexed; but neither could help himself, and neither could solve the mystery. Both went home.
Mrs. Watson was alarmed when her husband told her that the yacht had gone without him. It was a fact--as Mat Mogmore had stated--that an excursion train left Boston at eleven o"clock for Portland. Many of the people of Rockport had gone to the city to hear a great singer, and were to return in this train. Levi knew of it, or he might have doubted Mat"s story. Mr. Watson was a man of action. He ordered his fastest horse to be brought to the door; and he drove, at a furious pace, to Ipswich, which was a little nearer than Beverly, and the train would arrive there half an hour later. At five o"clock in the morning he was in Portland. He chartered a large sail-boat, and stood down the harbor.
At seven o"clock he discovered The Starry Flag, off Cape Elizabeth.
Mr. Watson was angry because Levi had left him behind; angry because Levi had taken Bessie and not taken him. Though an unpleasant word had never before pa.s.sed between them, the father--whose ideas of propriety were very clearly defined--determined that some emphatic words should be used on the present occasion. He paid his boatman, when the yacht had been hailed, and in due time was transferred to her.
"Where is Bessie?" asked Levi, before her father had time to utter a single sharp word.
The emphatic words were never spoken.
"Where _is_ she?" repeated Mr. Watson. "Isn"t she on board of the yacht?"
"No, sir," replied Levi, now alarmed, as her father was.
"Not here?"
"Certainly not. Didn"t she come by railroad with you?"
"No; I haven"t seen her since I started for Gloucester last night."
Levi almost sank upon the deck, and Mr. Watson"s strength was all taken from him by the discovery that some mishap had befallen his daughter.