But it was no easy task to rouse the sleepers, and even when they were awoke, some of them declared they were not going on deck again that night. They concluded, however, after the experience of the first day, that it would be better to fall in with the discipline of the vessel.
They found the Flyaway making good progress through the water, which in some measure waked them up, and reconciled them to their situation. In two hours more, she came to anchor in Gloucester harbor, and the watch were permitted to go below. A lantern was hoisted on the forestay, and all hands were soon asleep.
Our limited s.p.a.ce does not permit us to transfer the log of the Flyaway to our pages, and we must hasten on to more exciting events than the ordinary working of the vessel. The party spent the forenoon at Gloucester, and after dinner made sail for Portsmouth, arriving there at about nine o"clock in the evening; or rather at the mouth of the river, for they anch.o.r.ed off Kittery Point. On Monday morning, the Tenean, which lay upon deck, was put into the water, and the club pulled up to the city.
While they were absent, the wind veered round to the northeast, and there were some signs of a storm. It had been the intention of Captain Gordon to run over to the Isles of Shoals in the afternoon, but the weather was so inauspicious that he declined to carry out his purpose.
The club spent the afternoon, therefore, rowing about the bay, in fishing, and in visiting the objects of interest on sh.o.r.e, including, of course, the Pepperell monument.
Unfortunately, Tuesday proved to be no better day than Monday; and in addition to the prospect of a storm, there was a dense fog outside the harbor. As Captain Gordon had been particularly cautioned to incur no needless risks, he positively refused to leave the harbor, though the boys had teased him from sunrise to do so. Even Henry and Paul were vexed at the delay. They had thoroughly exhausted Portsmouth, Kittery Point, and the Navy Yard; had visited Fort Const.i.tution, Fort McClary, and the Lighthouse; in fact, there was not a single point of interest left to be visited.
All the forenoon the boys did not intermit their persuasions to induce the captain to proceed on the cruise; but he was as firm as a rock, and declared that, if they all went down on their knees before him, he would not "budge an inch."
After dinner, Captain Gordon, probably to escape the importunities of his crew, announced his intention to walk up to Portsmouth, and called for volunteers to accompany him. Captain Briskett, Henry, and Edward were all that were disposed to go with him, and he departed, leaving the rest of the crew to amuse themselves in the best way they could.
Hardly had they disappeared behind the hill on sh.o.r.e, before Paul noticed that Tom Nettle and the other mutineers on the first day out were gathered in a group around the heel of the bowsprit. They were engaged in earnest conversation, but in tones so low that he could not understand them. Presently Tom called one of the boys who were fishing over the port rail, and then another, and another, till all on board but himself had been admitted to the conference. Even John Duncan was permitted to share the confidence of the party.
Paul at once came to the conclusion that they were plotting mischief; but he could form no idea of the nature of the plot--whether it was to rob a hen-roost on sh.o.r.e, or capture the wooden fort that frowned upon them from the heights above. He was sorry to see John permitted to enter this conclave of mischief; but because his brother apparently acquiesced in the plan, he hoped that no serious roguery was intended.
The details of the mysterious scheme seemed to have been all arranged, for presently the boys separated into groups; but Paul heard Tom say the tide would begin to run out in half an hour. What this meant he could not possibly imagine, unless the boys intended to run away in the Tenean, and wanted the ebb tide to help them out of the river.
"John," said Paul, when the conspirators separated.
"Well, what do you want, Paul?" demanded John, in rather surly tones, as he joined his brother.
"There is mischief brewing there, and I warn you not to engage in it."
"Mischief?" queried John. "What do you mean by mischief?"
"Don"t you know what mischief means?"
"Rather think I do."
"These boys are getting up some trick; don"t you have anything to do with it."
John made no reply.
"What is the game?" asked Paul.
"Can"t tell."
"Can"t you indeed?"
"No, I can"t."
"You know we all promised to obey Captain Gordon."
"I am not going to disobey him."
"If there is anything wrong going on, it is your duty to tell of it."
"O, you can"t pump me; so it"s no use to try," replied John, walking away, and joining the princ.i.p.al conspirators in the forecastle.
"But what are you going to do with Paul?" were the first words that saluted his ears, as John joined them.
"I don"t know. What can we do with him?" said Tom, to whom the question of the previous speaker had been addressed.
"Of course Paul won"t join us," added Frank.
"No; you might as well attempt to capture Fort Const.i.tution as to make him join us."
"Are you sure we can"t bring him over?"
"Don"t say a word to him about it, or he will prevent us from going."
"He can"t do that."
"He would find a way; he might jump overboard, and swim to one of these vessels and get a.s.sistance."
"But we want Paul; and if we keep him on board, he will join us after a few hours."
"You mustn"t hurt him any way," interposed John; "if you are going to do anything of that sort, I shall let the cat out of the bag."
"We won"t hurt him," replied Tom.
"I"ll tell you what we will do. We will get him to go down into the cabin under some pretence, and then fasten him down," said Frank.
"That will do first rate."
"But d.i.c.k is on board too; what shall we do with him?"
"Fasten them both down below."
Paul, from the frequent glances bestowed upon him by the plotters, was satisfied that he was the subject of their remarks; but this did not disturb him, for, firm in his purpose to do right, whatever might happen to him in consequence, he was prepared for any event which the conspirators might bring to pa.s.s. He was sorry to find that mischief was brewing at all, and pained to see his brother a consenting party to it.
CHAPTER XVIII.
PAUL IS MADE A PRISONER.
Before the half hour which the conspirators had indicated as the favorable time for carrying out their mysterious project had elapsed, Tom Nettle and Frank Thompson went below to prepare the way for the execution of their scheme. In the cook room, which occupied the fore part of the hold of the yacht, d.i.c.k was busily engaged in sc.r.a.ping potatoes. This seemed to be the favorite occupation of the steward, for he spent a large share of his time between meals in this employment; and fried potatoes was the standard dish for breakfast, dinner, and supper.
"I"m glad you come down, Tom; I want to use you a few moments," said d.i.c.k, as the two boys entered the cook room.
"Well, what do you want, d.i.c.k?"
"I want you to help me move the stove; the pipe is loose; and if you will just hold it while I slide the stove back two or three inches, it will make it all right. Just hold the pipe up while I push the stove back."