"Yes, sir."
"I heard that scuffle, and I"ve been wondering about it. So the ship won"t do anything about it, according to the mate?"
"No, sir."
"Then I know who will," a.s.serted the man--a quick, erect, middle-aged man with grayish moustache and goatee. He wore miner"s costume, but he looked like a gentleman, nevertheless. "Wait a bit."
He, too, left. Gazing after him as he pa.s.sed along the deck under the awning, they noted him pause and speak with several other men, who glanced back at the stern as if he was telling them about the boat. A little group of them accompanied him, and disappeared with him.
Soon they all came up on deck again, and with them was Mr. Jacobs himself. Charley thought that he looked rather frightened, as in their midst he moved aft. The group was swelled, en route, until when they halted before the Adams party they numbered about twenty--a sober, stern lot, standing in a determined manner with Mr. Jacobs pushed to the fore.
The man with the goatee acted as spokesman.
"This is the man, is it?" he asked, of Mr. Grigsby.
"I wouldn"t call him a man," said Mr. Grigsby, contemptuously. "But he"s the critter I referred to."
Mr. Jacobs scowled blackly at Charley, and his father, and Mr. Grigsby, and tried to brazen it out. However, "twas plain to be seen that he was ill at ease.
"What"s the meaning of this?" he demanded, all around. "What did you bring me up here for?"
"You"re accused of attempting to cut that boat down, last night, along with the persons who were in it," answered the man with the goatee.
"Who accuses me?"
"I do," said Mr. Grigsby, shortly.
"It"s a lie," retorted the long-nosed man, with an oath. "I wasn"t up here. I was down below, keeping dry."
"Here"s your knife," pursued Mr. Grigsby, holding it out.
The long-nosed man laughed sneeringly.
"Not my knife. I don"t carry one. Besides, the ship"s full of knives like that."
"Yes," said Mr. Grigsby. "But it isn"t full of dogs like you! If you weren"t up here last night, how did you get that bruised cheek, and those finger-marks on your throat? You look powerful like somebody who"d been knocked down and held for a while."
"It"s a lie," repeated the long-nosed man, but rather weakly. He braced up. "Of course it"s a lie," he appealed, to the group. "Isn"t my word as good as his?"
The man with the goatee laughed grimly--and so did several others.
"Your word? It"s about the poorest security you can offer. Why, you"re nothing but a common gambler and a thug. You"re one of those rascals who"ve been fleecing people down in the cabin. Just yesterday you robbed a man of his last cent by cheating him at cards. Faugh!
Some of us have been watching you, and we know all about you. I wouldn"t put it at all beyond you to cut down a boat, in the night, and drop it, with a man and a boy sleeping in it. Well, gentlemen," and he addressed the group, "soon or late we"ll have to organize a little law and order committee, for protection in the gold fields, and I suppose we might as well begin right here. What"ll we do with this specimen?"
"Throw him overboard!" came the angry response.
"String him up!"
"We"d better talk it over, first, hadn"t we?" proposed a more cautious voice.
"All right. Somebody guard the prisoner."
"I"ll watch him," proffered Mr. Grigsby, significantly handling his rifle.
The group withdrew a short distance, to confer apart, leaving the long-nosed man in a clear s.p.a.ce before Mr. Grigsby. A number of other pa.s.sengers had been attracted by the scene, but they stood at a respectful distance, saying nothing.
The long-nosed man glared alike at Charley, his father, and Mr.
Grigsby, but he was afraid to move.
"You"ll pay for this," he said, loudly. "It"s a scheme to get rid of me, is it, and take my share in that gold mine you"re making for? But it won"t work. These pa.s.sengers won"t see an innocent man suffer."
And so forth, and so forth, while Mr. Grigsby and Mr. Adams answered never a word--and neither, of course, did Charley. He rather hoped that, after all, the group would decide not to handle the long-nosed man roughly, even though he was a dangerous person.
Mr. Jacobs evidently was nervous despite his bragging; and when the group advanced again, he turned pale.
The man with the goatee spoke, first addressing Mr. Grigsby and Mr.
Adams.
"While we believe the accused guilty and deserving of being put into safe keeping, some of us don"t think the evidence that he was cutting down the boat conclusive enough to warrant us in dealing with him as we"d like to. As for you," he continued, now sternly addressing the long-nosed man himself, "we give you this warning. Don"t show yourself on the upper deck again, and don"t sit at cards with anybody. If we catch you up here, or gambling anywhere aboard, we"ll relieve the ship of your society very quickly. Now go."
Still pale, the long-nosed man hastened away, and went below. The next time Charley saw him was on the Isthmus of Panama.
VI
THE LANDING AT THE ISTHMUS
For the remainder of the voyage Charley slept on the deck instead of in the boat. He was not exactly afraid, and if anybody had dared him to he would have slept in the boat just to show that he wasn"t afraid.
But the idea that the boat might be cut loose, or might break loose, was not pleasant. Ugh! Then down he would drop, boat and all, into the wash of the steamer; the steamer would go on without him--and where would _he_ go?
Even Mr. Grigsby and his father, who were brave men, approved of his sleeping on deck, now. As Mr. Grigsby said:
"We know you aren"t afraid, but it"s only a fool who takes chances when they aren"t necessary. Out in the Indian country the greenhorns were the fellows who played smart by sitting in the campfire light where the Injuns could get a good shot at them. n.o.body ever saw Kit Carson exposing himself that way."
The _Georgia_ was ploughing across the Caribbean Sea. Islands were constantly in view, but now no one paid much attention to these. All the pa.s.sengers were on the lookout for the Isthmus of Panama; they were tremendously eager to get ash.o.r.e and start across the Isthmus for the Pacific Ocean.
On the morning of the eighth day out of New Orleans a bank of rain or fog closed down on the horizon ahead. Off yonder was the Isthmus, but who could see it? However, evidently it was near; for when Charley roved about, he discovered that sailors were busy, below, hoisting out baggage from the hold. They were getting ready to land.
The news spread through the ship, and pa.s.sengers immediately engaged in a wild rush to put their things together and crowd for the steps. They acted as though they expected to make a flying leap ash.o.r.e as the ship pa.s.sed by. Charley was glad to help his father and Mr. Grigsby tie up their belongings also, so as to be ready.
Here on the rolling Caribbean the sun was shining brightly, tinting the choppy waves with a beautiful green. The storm ash.o.r.e was moving on, evidently, for the streaks of rain were drifting around to the left and pa.s.sing out to sea, leaving the mist thin and white. Suddenly voices forward cried, excitedly: "Land ho! Land ho! There she is! Isthmus in sight! Land ho!" The cries spread, with everybody on tiptoe, peering. At one end of the mist line had been uncurtained a background of rocky, surf-washed sh.o.r.e, with high green hills rising behind it.
Next was uncovered a lower sh.o.r.e, indented by a large bay, and fringed with palm-trees. Next, as on sped the mist (like a swiftly rolling curtain, indeed) there came into view a lofty headland, with trees on its crest and the waves dashing against its base.
The _Georgia_ was swinging about in her course, and pointing up the coast. This brought the lofty headland on her left. And now all the deck was rife with questions.
"Where do we land?"