"I"ll take your name and address," said Captain Hadley.
"What for?"
"As a matter of record. And remember, I want the clothing returned."
"Humph! Maybe my father will sue you for damages!"
"If he does he will lose the case."
Inside of five minutes the next landing place was made, and Bob Bangs went ash.o.r.e, taking his wet suit with him. The damaged sloop was tied up at the dock, and having discharged and taken on pa.s.sengers and baggage the steamboat sped on her way once more.
"He"s as mad as a wet hen," said Jones to Randy. "And he ought to be thankful for having his life spared."
"He always was a mean sort of fellow," answered our hero. "And his folks are just as mean as he is."
"Then maybe they will try to make trouble for the steamboat owner."
Amos Bangs did try to make trouble. Two days after the accident on the river Andrew Shalley received a letter which ran in part as follows:
"As you perhaps know, my son, Robert Bangs, was out on the Hudson on the 6th inst., in his sloop, when, without any cause whatsoever, your steamboat, the _Helen Shalley_, ran into his boat, smashed it completely and put him in peril of his life.
"I am a man of few words, sir, and I demand damages for this outrage. If you wish to settle, you may send me your check for one thousand dollars; if not, I will sue you for that amount."
CHAPTER XX
WHAT CAME OF A DEMAND
The letter from Amos Bangs worried Andrew Shalley a little and he at once called on Captain Hadley, as soon as the steamboat made a landing at Nyack.
"It seems you ran down a boy a few days ago," said the steamboat owner.
"He tried to run us down," answered the captain, quietly.
"Was he hurt?"
"Not in the least."
"His father wants a thousand dollars" damages."
"I wouldn"t pay him a cent."
"Did you run him down?"
"No, he tried to run us down."
"This is no joke, Captain Hadley."
"I know it, Mr. Shalley. But to threaten us with a suit at law is absurd. I can bring a dozen witnesses to prove that the accident was entirely of the boy"s making."
"I am glad to hear that," and Andrew Shalley breathed a sigh of relief.
He did not care so much for the money, but he wanted to know that Captain Hadley was not to blame.
"That boy acted like a little fool from beginning to end," went on the captain of the steamboat and then told his story. Later Randy was called up, to relate what he had done, and also Jones.
"If there is any trouble some of the pa.s.sengers will testify for us,"
said Captain Hadley, and mentioned half a dozen who had said they would stick to the captain, in case of trouble. The pa.s.sengers were well-known citizens, whose testimony would be sure to carry weight in any court of law.
Having satisfied himself that Amos Bangs had no case against him, the steamboat owner wrote to the rich manufacturer to that effect. By return mail he received this reply:
"Your bluff will not work with me. You are to blame and must pay.
If I do not receive your check for one thousand dollars by the middle of next week I shall bring suit. My son is now in bed and under the doctor"s care because of the accident."
"Humph! Under the doctor"s care, eh?" mused the steamboat owner. "This certainly seems to be serious after all. He will certainly make trouble for me even if he doesn"t win his case."
Again the steamboat owner interviewed Captain Hadley, and then the pair called in Randy, to learn what he could tell about the Bangs family in general. Our hero told all he knew, including the trouble Mr. Bartlett was having with the iron manufacturer.
"Evidently he is a man to get money in any manner possible," mused Andrew Shalley. "He will certainly bring suit."
"I don"t believe Bob is sick," said Randy. "He must be shamming."
"I wish I knew for sure."
"Perhaps I can find out for you--if you"ll give me a day or two off,"
said our hero, struck by a sudden idea.
"A good plan!" cried Captain Hadley. "Let the lad see what he can do, by all means."
The matter was talked over, and the upshot was that on the next trip of the steamboat Randy went ash.o.r.e at Catskill, near which town Bob Bangs and his mother were spending their vacation.
From some men at the dock our hero was enabled to find out all about the damaged sloop, which had been returned to Catskill. It was to cost twenty dollars to put the craft in good condition again.
"Those folks are stopping at a small hotel on the Burnham road," said one of the dock men. "It"s called the Sharon House."
"Thank you," returned our hero.
He was soon on the way to the Sharon House--since demolished by fire.
It did not take him long to cover the distance. As he approached he looked around for some signs of the Bangs family and presently espied Mrs. Bangs lounging in a hammock on a side veranda, reading a novel.
"I wonder if it is possible that Bob is really in bed sick?" he mused.
"If he is it"s a wonder Mrs. Bangs isn"t with him. But then I guess she is a selfish woman, anyway."
Randy walked around the hotel and down to the stable. Here he met a colored boy who helped around the horses.
"Say, can you tell me where I can find Bob Bangs?" he asked, boldly.