"Both of us were as straight as a gun."
"How did it happen, then?"
"It was blowing like Sam Hill, that day, you see--didn"t Captain c.h.i.n.ks tell you about it?"
"He didn"t say you were both sober."
"Well, I was; and if he drank anything that day, I didn"t see him do it," persisted Ben.
"But what in the world did you want to land your stuff in that place for?"
"What place? What stuff?" demanded Ben.
"Those cases of brandy, of course. It"s all right, my man. Captain c.h.i.n.ks will be down here to-morrow. Little Bobtail here picked up the yacht, and took her into Camden. The stuff was all landed in the night, so that only two or three persons know anything about it--Little Bobtail, myself, and a friend of mine."
"Who is he?"
"He"s a friend of mine. We were on the lookout for this lot of brandy, and we took it off Captain c.h.i.n.ks"s hands, so that he won"t have any trouble in getting rid of it."
"Is that so? Who"s the other man?"
"We don"t call names in this business, you know," answered the detective, mysteriously. "But I can"t see what you wanted to land the stuff in that place for. You would have been trapped if you had; for there is a sharp detective over at Camden, looking out for cases of this sort."
"Sho! Who is he?"
"His name"s Hines."
"Hines? I never heard on him before."
"He"s sharp."
Bobtail had to look overboard to keep from laughing.
"Ketch a weasel asleep!" grinned Ben. "Me"n my uncle"s sharp enough to whittle skewers with him. When he ketches Cap"n c.h.i.n.ks, he"ll ketch a weasel asleep, you bet! It was the cap"n"s notion to land the stuff on that island, and take it over, a little at a time, when we went out fishing. We run the boat aground on a beach. You see, I found a hole in the rocks--a kind of cave--that would hold the hull lot on"t. We could kiver up the mouth of the hole with rocks, so"t no one"d ever think anything was in it. The boat was on so hard we couldn"t stir her, and we went up to take a look at the hole. While we were gone, the tide riz, and the wind blowed the boat off. The cap"n did some tall swearin" about that time, you"d better believe; but it didn"t do no good. The boat was gone, and we couldn"t git her. It was just dark, and I cal"lated the wind would drive her on the rocks, and smash her all to pieces. It was lucky Bob picked her up, for she might "a been found by some feller who"d made mischief out of that stuff in the cabin."
Bobtail had to tell the story of the picking up of the Skylark.
"She must have drifted up the bay, and then down, for the tide turned not long after we lost her," said Ben. "We walked up to Islesboro", but we didn"t dare to say a word. The cap"n went over to Camden in the packet, and I came down here. I took our boat here, and with a man to help me, cruised all round Deer Island and Vinal Haven, to see if I could find the Skylark; but I couldn"t hear nothin" on her."
"What did the captain give for this boat?" asked Mr. Hines.
"Five hundred dollars."
"Didn"t pay for her--did he?"
"Yes, he did; cash down. The man he bought her of "s up at one of the hotels now."
"Is he?"
"Yes, he is;" and Ben described the house.
"If he has any more such boats to sell, I should like to buy one like this at the same price. But when are you going out again?"
"Out where?"
"O, I understand all about this business; you needn"t roll your eyes at me," laughed the detective. "I know all about it; and when Captain c.h.i.n.ks runs in another lot of brandy, I intend to take it off his hands, if he isn"t too sharp; and I want to know when to be on the lookout for it."
"O, you do?" grinned Ben.
"When do you go?"
"I donno; you must ask the cap"n. When he gets a letter he will be off."
The conversation was continued till it was quite dark, and then Ben went back to his boat. Little Bobtail laughed till his sides ached at the tactics of Mr. Hines, as they walked up to the hotel, or boarding-house, where the late owner of the Skylark lodged.
CHAPTER XVI.
THE CHASE.
Mr. Hines and Little Bobtail walked up to the hotel. The former had possessed himself of sufficient evidence to convict Captain c.h.i.n.ks of smuggling, and also of intense stupidity in employing a simpleton like Ben c.h.i.n.ks in such a dangerous business, though rogues and villains almost always leave a screw loose somewhere.
"We shall make a good case of it, Bobtail," said Mr. Hines.
"I could hardly keep from laughing while you were pumping Ben c.h.i.n.ks,"
replied the skipper. "The idea of your taking the stuff off Captain c.h.i.n.ks"s hands!"
"I did take it off his hands, and he will have no trouble now in getting rid of it."
"I wouldn"t have said anything if I had been Ben."
"Very likely you would, Bobtail; for with all the information I have obtained from you, and from other sources, I spoke by the book, and he had every reason to suppose I was in the captain"s confidence."
"But do you really think Captain c.h.i.n.ks will come down here?" asked Bobtail.
"I am almost sure of it."
"I should stay away, if I were him."
"He must come to unsnarl the tangle he has made here," replied the detective. "He must have been more astonished and disconcerted when Squire Gilfilian showed him the bill he had paid for the boat, than any one else was. Very likely he will have another explanation to make to show how he came by it, and he may trace it back to you in some way. But we will keep an eye on him."
At the hotel they met Mr. Brooks, but the gentleman who had sold the Skylark, being in feeble health, had retired early. Nothing could be done, and Bobtail returned to the yacht, while his pa.s.sengers took rooms at the hotel, and slept like a rock till morning, for he had worked hard all day. At sunrise the next morning he was on his feet again. The Darwinian had more talent for sleeping than the skipper of the Skylark, and did not turn out till half an hour later. Bobtail had scarcely shown himself on deck before Ben c.h.i.n.ks pulled to the yacht.
"Say, Bob, who is that man with you?" asked he.