"Just tell us what you want done, governor," said Atkins, "an" if we don"t do it you needn"t never believe us ag"in."
"Well, mebbe I shall have a chance to try you before mornin". You"ve got to stick to us now or be taken before the "squire. If you should go back to Newport an" begin ferryin" ag"in, that farmer"s boy would come across you some time, and then where would you be? We can"t none of us go back to the village, an" we can"t live here, neither, so we must start for our island at once--this very night. If we stay till mornin"
that farmer an all his men will be down here lookin" fur Jed; and if they once discover us, an" get us surrounded, we"re done fur. Cap"n, stand by to get that yawl under way, an" the rest of us turn to an" pack the outfit."
The Crusoe men obeyed these orders without making any comments upon them. They had often discussed this very move. They had talked about it bravely enough, and had even expressed their impatience at being obliged to remain so long inactive, but, now that the time had arrived, and they had heard the order given to break up their camp, more than half of them felt like backing out. They knew that they were about to encounter the real dangers that lay in their path, and which they had thus far viewed at a distance. The Sweepstakes must be captured, the provisions secured, and they must a.s.sist Tom in destroying the yacht. It was no wonder that they looked into the future with doubtful eyes. Improbable as it may seem, the governor had the least to say of any one in the band, while Tom was as jolly as a boy could be. He obeyed his orders promptly, shoving the yawl from the beach, and mooring her broadside to the bluff bank in front of the cabin, so that the cargo could be easily stowed away. After that he hoisted the sail, and was ready to lend a.s.sistance in packing up the outfit. He stepped gayly about his work, joking and laughing the while with his companions, who were astonished to see him in such spirits.
"Cap"n," said the governor, who had for some time remained silent, "don"t you think that ar" little plan of your"n is just the least bit risky? If I was you, I"d let them "cademy swells keep their vessel an"
welcome."
"You would!" exclaimed Tom. "Well, _I_ won"t, now I tell you! What! Give up the very thing I have lived for, and thought of, and dreamed about for so long? No, sir! That yacht has been the means of making me a vagabond, an outcast from home, and a wanderer upon the face of the earth, and she shall not stay above water any longer. If I can"t enjoy her, n.o.body shall. I"ll destroy the last vestige of her--I"ll blot the academy navy out of existence. I"ll abolish the offices of captain, lieutenant, master, and midshipman, and turn Harry Green and his crowd of spooneys back to the ranks, with as much ease as the princ.i.p.al could do it himself. I"ll start a bonfire in the harbor that will serve us as a light-house, and show us our way out to sea. Those fellows have teased and tormented me for months about that vessel, and now I am going to have my revenge. You will not go back on me, governor?"
The Crusoe men had paused in their work to listen to Tom. His fiery words and determined air, not only served to convince them that he was thoroughly in earnest, and that he was resolved to carry out his plans if within the bounds of possibility, but they also had the effect of reviving the drooping spirits of the band. He spoke with such calmness and confidence, and seemed to be so utterly regardless of all the obstacles in his path, and so certain of success, that they could not help feeling encouraged.
"No, sir, I"ll not go back on you," said the chief, emphatically; and no one who heard him speak imagined that he had been racking his brain in the hope of hitting upon some excuse for declining to a.s.sist Tom in destroying the yacht. "I said I"d stand by you, didn"t I? I am a fellow who never breaks his promise."
In a few minutes the outfit had been packed away in boxes, provided for the purpose, and the Crusoe men began the work of stowing it in the yawl--all except Tom Newcombe, who, being fully occupied with his grand idea, was careful to see that nothing that could render it successful was neglected. The governor had made his first journey to the island in a skiff which he had stolen in the harbor, and it was in this skiff that Tom intended to pay his visit to the Storm King. She could be handled so much easier than the heavy yawl, that their chances for escape, in case of pursuit, would be increased. After bailing all the water out of her, and examining the rowlocks, Tom brought out of the cabin two pairs of oars and a boat-hook, which he placed under the thwarts and tied fast, so that they could not be lost overboard while crossing the shoals; and next he produced, from some secret hiding-place, a suspicious-looking black bottle, which he put into his coat pocket.
"What"s that, cap"n?" asked the governor, who at that moment came up, carrying a box of crackers on one arm, and a bundle of blankets under the other.
"It"s coal-oil," replied Tom, with a chuckle. "I am going to make sure work of that yacht, if I succeed in getting into the galley. I"ll sprinkle the contents of this bottle over the wood-work, and on the pile of kindling which I shall find under the stove; then I"ll touch a match to it, and--whew!"
Tom ended the sentence with a prolonged whistle, and by throwing his arms about his head, indicating, no doubt, the rapidity with which the flames would spread over the devoted vessel.
"I have only one cause for uneasiness," said Tom, to himself, when the governor had gone on to the yawl. "This skiff is painted white, and can be seen a long distance, dark as it is. If we are discovered before we reach the yacht, my splendid idea is up stump; but if I can once get on board, and make my way into the galley without being seen, I"ll be all right. Five minutes will do the work, and I won"t care then if we are pursued. The fellows are all good oarsmen, and we can show that jolly-boat a clean pair of heels."
"Now, then," said the governor, picking up his lantern and peeping into every corner of the cabin, to make sure that nothing had been overlooked, "I reckon we"re all ready. We"re goin" to leave you here,"
he added, turning to the prisoner, who still lay bound and helpless on the floor.
"Well, I swan!" exclaimed Jed. "Aint you goin" to let me loose?"
"Not much. That would be a smart trick in us, wouldn"t it, now?"
"I"ll do some good hollering the minute you go away."
"All right. You will be discovered by your friends sometime durin" the day, most likely; but all the yellin" you can do won"t help you none.
The surf roars over the shoals loud enough to drown the report of a cannon. Good-by, Jed!"
"I"ll see you again," said the prisoner, who did not seem to be at all concerned. "I"ll help take you before the "squire yet--I swan to man if I won"t."
"You"ll ketch us first, I reckon. Come on, fellers."
The Crusoe men left the cabin and clambered into the yawl. The governor grasped the tiller, and the others picked up the oars and stood ready to push the boat from the bank. Tom made the skiff"s painter fast to a ring in the stern of the yawl, and seated himself beside the chief, who, seeing that every thing was ready for the start, gave the command to shove off; whereupon the Crusoe men thrust their oars against the bank, and the yawl moved slowly toward the rocks at the entrance of the cove, dragging the skiff after her.
As we have before remarked, the Crusoe men were now about to brave the real dangers incident to their undertaking. One of them was close at hand, and it was the only one Tom Newcombe dreaded to encounter. It was the crossing of the shoals. He had made the pa.s.sage once in the Mystery, and it had tried his nerves severely; although the water was then comparatively quiet. He knew that it would be worse this time, for the wind, which had been steadily increasing since sunset, was blowing briskly, and the roar of the waves, as they dashed over the ledge that formed the shoals, could be plainly heard in the cove. "It is a capital sailing wind," said Tom, with a great show of indifference. "Don"t I wish that yacht was in flames, and we were on board the Sweepstakes, standing down the harbor under a full press of canvas? I tell you, fellows--"
"Jerusalem!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Will Atkins.
The yawl at that moment glided out from among the rocks that concealed the entrance to the cove, and the Crusoe men found themselves on the edge of the shoals. They stood appalled at the sight before them.
Through the darkness could be seen the white waves, rolling in broken, angry ma.s.ses across the ledge, and sending the spray high in air. At the further end of the shoals, and about two hundred yards distant, was a single pyramid of foam that rose above the other waves, and which seemed to be stationary. It was caused by the peculiar formation of the rocks beneath it, and was the governor"s guide-post. It pointed out the channel that led across the shoals.
The Crusoe men took a hurried survey of the scene before them, and with one accord sprang to their feet. "Governor," said Friday, "I wouldn"t go across there fur no money."
"You can just turn around and go back," chimed in Will Atkins. "Whenever we get tired of livin" we"ll let you know. This boat couldn"t stand them breakers two minutes."
"Much you know about it, I guess," returned the chief, angrily. "We want to go to the village, don"t we, an" we want to take our outfit with us?
Well, then, how are we goin" to get there, I"d like to know, if we don"t cross the shoals? Set down! Let no man move from his seat, or say a word. I"ve run the channel a dozen times, an" I can do it ag"in."
Sam did not think it best to tell his trembling crew that he had never attempted the pa.s.sage in the face of such a breeze. Although he spoke bravely enough, he was really frightened, and his hand trembled as it rested on the tiller. Had there been any other way out of the cove, he would have been the last one to dare the fury of the waves; but he knew there was none, and, after he had succeeded in inducing his men to resume their seats, he drew in a long breath, shut his teeth hard against each other, and prepared for the work before him. He fastened his eyes on his guide-post, brought the yawl before the wind, let out the sheet, and the next moment the Crusoe men found themselves flying through the breakers with almost railroad speed. In front of them, on each side, and behind, the water was white with foam; and, when they got out from the shelter of the bluffs on the island, they found that Tom Newcombe"s "capital sailing wind" was something very much like a gale.
The yawl rocked and plunged over the waves that leaped wildly around her, sometimes almost grazing the rocks as she flew along the channel.
The Crusoe men held their breath in suspense, and their eyes were directed anxiously toward the white pyramid which seemed to shut them off from the still water beyond. It looked threatening, they discovered as they approached it, and they trembled when the wave, subsiding for an instant, revealed to them the black, ragged crest of the rock which lay directly in their course, and toward which they were being driven with terrific force. It was here the worst danger was to be encountered. The channel ran close alongside this rock, to windward, and the governor knew that it would require the exercise of all his skill to take the yawl past it in safety.
"Xury," he exclaimed, yelling at the top of his voice, to make himself heard above the roar of the wind and waves, "stand by the sheet and be ready to haul in fur life when I give the word."
By the time the mate had placed himself in a position to obey this order, the yawl had approached within a few yards of the ledge, and, to the no small astonishment and alarm of the Crusoe men, the governor did not change her course an inch. Suddenly her bow was buried beneath a pile of foam, and the next instant she was lifted on the crest of a tremendous billow, which carried her with redoubled speed toward the rock. This was too much for Friday and Jack Spaniard, who uttered a simultaneous cry of terror, and jumped to their feet, while Tom Newcombe turned away his head and clutched his seat with a death-gripe, expecting every moment to see the sides of the boat smashed in, and to find himself struggling in the water.
"Set down!" thundered the governor. "Haul in, Xury!"
For a few seconds two opposing forces were at work upon the yawl. The wind blew harder than ever, as if it sympathized with the Crusoe men, and was doing its best to drive them out of reach of danger, while the waves came thicker and faster, and dashed their spray furiously into the faces of the yawl"s crew, seemingly determined upon their destruction.
So evenly balanced was the power of the two elements, that, for a time, it was a matter of uncertainty whether the wind would force them away from the rock, or the waves hurl them upon it; but the wind began to gain a little at last, the yawl glided slowly, inch by inch, around the ledge into still water, and Tom, looking back, saw the pyramid of foam leaping higher than ever into the air, as if enraged at being cheated of its prey.
"Jerusalem!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Will Atkins, gazing first at his companions, and then at the angry waves behind, as if he could hardly believe that they had pa.s.sed them in safety. "_Jerusalem_, I say! Whew!"
"Well, I done it, didn"t I?" exclaimed the governor, drawing a long breath of relief. "I thank my lucky stars that I"ll never have to do it ag"in."
It would have been hard work for any one to convince the Crusoe men that they would ever again attempt the pa.s.sage of the shoals. They told one another that they had seen quite enough of them, and that the dangers yet before them were insignificant, compared with those they had just encountered. But they did cross them a second time that night, and not a single boy in the band raised any objections to it.
The governor now directed the yawl"s course toward the head of the island, and, as she flew along, he revealed to his crew some of the plans he had determined upon. It was necessary, he said, that the work before them should be performed with as little delay as possible; consequently they would not take the yawl to the village with them, for she might be in their way. They would leave her at the head of the island, and stop for her when they came back. They would first secure possession of the Sweepstakes, and moor her at the end of the pier; then they would visit Mr. Henry"s store, help themselves to what provisions they needed, and after that a.s.sist the captain in carrying out his "splendid idea." Tom listened attentively to all the governor had to say, and something he had not before thought of came into his mind.
"Governor," said he, "why do you leave my work till the last? Don"t you remember I told you that Johnny Harding sleeps in the store every night?
Suppose that while you are effecting an entrance you awaken him! He will give the alarm, and then, what will become of my idea?"
"I"ll risk that," replied the chief, confidently. "If we get inside the store he won"t give no alarm. I know how to make him keep still. Now, fellers," he added, turning the boat"s head toward the island, "we"ll stop here."
He ran the yawl"s bow upon the beach, and with the a.s.sistance of his men moored her securely to the rocks, after which he ordered the band into the skiff. Will Atkins and Xury seated themselves at the oars, and in half an hour the skiff rounded the light-house pier, and moved up the harbor toward the place where the Sweepstakes lay at her anchorage.
CHAPTER IX.
JOHNNY HARDING"S VISITORS.
About nine o"clock, in the same evening in which happened the events we have just described, Johnny Harding leaned idly over the counter in Mr.
Henry"s store, whistling softly to himself, and gazing through the open door at a vessel in the harbor, which was about to begin her voyage to the West Indies. He looked as though he had been preparing for a game of fisticuffs with somebody, for his coat was off, his collar thrown open, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. But there was no one in Newport with whom Johnny was likely to get into trouble, for he was one of those easy, good-natured boys who seldom have any differences with their fellows. He had worked hard all day, and this was the first leisure moment he had been allowed since morning. He had taken advantage of it to pull off his coat and enjoy the cool breeze of the evening.
Johnny, as we have before remarked, was now as steady, well-behaved a boy as could be found in the village. He had seen the time when he had thought it exceedingly "smart" to take part in some desperate scheme for mischief--like stealing "Squire Thompson"s horse and wagon, and presenting him with some of his own fruit and vegetables, for instance--but he had come to the conclusion that not only was that a poor way to enjoy one"s self, but it was a sure method of gaining a very unenviable reputation. Tom"s runaway expedition had opened his eyes. A few of his companions congratulated him, and said that in bringing the Swallow back to land, after Rich had lost her in the ocean, he had performed an exploit to be proud of; but those whose opinions were worth any thing, shook their heads at him; and, although they did not have much to say about it, their actions indicated that they thought Johnny might have been in better business than running away with a lot of lazy students. Johnny began to think so too, and saw it was high time he turned over a new leaf, if he ever expected to be any body in the world.
One thing that convinced him of this fact was, the manner in which Mr.