The mere suggestion caused our hero to stop and think a little. That a dastardly attempt had been made to kill him he was now sure, and there had crept into his memory, as he followed Sam, the incident aboard the ship which seemed to have been the cause of this attempt on his life. He recollected that a brutal-looking Spaniard, some forty years of age, had rushed at him, and had been sent reeling backward. Then the man had drawn a knife, and had come on again furiously. Jim now brought to his mind his own behaviour. In the heat and turmoil of the contest, when it seemed that the Spaniards would prove too strong for the captain"s party, and before the l.u.s.ty Tom had put in an appearance, the man had rushed furiously forward, and he (Jim) had met him with a terrible blow of his fist. He had seen the ruffian fly backwards and tumble on his back; then the arrival of Tom, and the forward movement of the whole party had occupied all his thoughts, to the neglect of an incident which seemed to be done with.
"And Sam thinks he"ll shoot again. Shouldn"t wonder," he said to himself. "Still, there"s no reason why I should funk following him. He has to be apprehended, for otherwise he might try to shoot someone else who had a hand in that fight. Get along, Sam," he called out cheerily.
"If there are fireworks we must deal with them. I"m game to tackle the fellow again."
Tom looked round at him severely. "Yo"s got to go extra careful, sah, so yo hab," he said. "Dis fellow not care wheder yo white man; no, not one little piece. He shoot yo down like a dog. Yo leab him to Tom."
"To a big hulking fellow like you! I like that," laughed Jim. "You"d certainly be shot. You couldn"t escape a bullet. But we"ll see. If he"s to be found, we"ll take him, however many bullets he may let off."
They pushed on again in wake of Sam, and followed the tracks at a jog-trot. They led in the direction of Colon, and when near the outskirts of the town, turned towards a hut lying to one side of the road.
"Him dere fo sh.o.r.e," declared Sam, pointing. "You find him in de hut.
But mind what Sam say. Dis Spaniard not like to be taken. He shoot at eberyone. Him blaze away widout looking to see who it am. Sah, better yo stay away back here. Tom and Sam and Ching soon finish de hash of dat ruffian."
It was comical and somewhat pathetic to watch their care of Jim, for Tom and the Chinaman both joined with Sam in requesting our hero to remain at a distance. But Jim was not the lad to shelter himself behind the figures of such faithful fellows. Rather was he the one to place himself in the van, to take all risks himself, so that those who obeyed his orders should not be the ones to suffer. Besides, a leader should lead.
"Boys," he said, as if he had not heard them, "we"ll surround that hut.
Tom at the front, Sam at the back, Ching on the far side, and I will make for the window through which a light is shining. By the way, best douse our lamps. They would show our position. And, another thing, if that fellow rushes at us, or begins to fire, knock him down flat. Don"t be too easy with him. I"ve heard of these wild Spaniards before. Of course they"re not all the same as this one. Indeed, Mr. Barton tells me that they are well-behaved as a rule. But this man seems to have a bee in his bonnet, or he wouldn"t think so much of that blow I gave him.
Anyway, if he rushes, knock him flat. Savvy?"
Ching grinned. The slothful-looking Chinaman enjoyed the thought of a knockout blow, for this Oriental had been now so long resident in the States of America that he had actually acquired some knowledge of the art of boxing. He grinned widely, and began to wrap his swinging pigtail about the top of his head. Sam"s eyes bulged widely open; he looked positively ferocious, and stared at the hut as if he wished the contest had already begun. But Tom only laughed inaudibly, and rubbed the palms of his big hands together.
"By de poker, but if him come up agin dat, him not know wheder him man or monkey," he said, doubling an enormous fist. "Ma.s.sa Jim, yo not tall "nough to look in at de window. Better leave dat to Tom. Yo go to de front; plenty chance of fightin" dere."
It was only another attempt of the big negro to place our hero out of danger, and Jim promptly scouted the suggestion.
"You"ll go to your stations right off," he commanded. "If I whistle, you can come along and join me. The first thing to be done is to see if the fellow is in there."
"Dat sartin; I know him dere. I ready to swear it," declared Sam.
"Then come along."
Without more ado Jim led the way, and presently, when they were within a stone"s throw of the hut, they separated, each to seek the position to which he had been appointed. Jim himself stole on tiptoe towards the window of the hut, and, having arrived at it, lifted his head inch by inch, and, pulling off his cap, stared into the room. Then he bobbed down again, and had circ.u.mstances permitted of it he would certainly have whistled; for there were five men a.s.sembled in the hut, and one of the number was undoubtedly the man for whom he and his friends had set out, the one, in fact, who had that very evening attempted to kill him.
In a flash he recognized the ruffian. Then his eye ran swiftly round the circle grouped about a rough plank table, on which bottles and gla.s.ses were to be seen, and promptly the faces struck him as likenesses of those he had observed the evening before on a slip presented to all working on the ca.n.a.l. It was a police notification, and had been sent to Phineas so that, in appointing European labourers, he might beware of employing those whose portraits appeared. And Jim brought to memory the words beneath the portraits.
"The police of the ca.n.a.l zone are in search of a number of men, amongst them the above. It has come to their knowledge that a band of European thieves has gathered in the neighbourhood, and several robberies of Commission stores prove their arrival here. Any who recognize the above should at once give notice of their whereabouts. From foreign official sources we are informed that at least one of the men is a dangerous criminal, wanted for acts of violence to the person."
"Phew!" Jim went hot all over. He recollected that Phineas had spoken to him of these men, and had explained to him that it was not until after their arrival on the isthmus that the police received a warning from foreign parts.
"No doubt the fellows had made their last haunt too hot for them," he explained, "so, hearing from their comrades that America had brought a heap of valuable stores here, and that where there are workmen there must also be, often enough, large sums of money with which to pay their wages, these rogues came along to the isthmus, took posts with the gangs of labourers, and then laid their plans to rob. One of our pay offices was broken into and rifled a month ago. That put the police on the _qui vive_. Then came a robbery at the far end of the ca.n.a.l. The culprits were not discovered, but immediately afterwards the police received this information from abroad, together with photographs."
"Which they publish here for the information of ca.n.a.l officials," said Jim.
"Jest so," agreed Phineas. "And I suppose these rascals got to know that their game was ended. Somehow they have means of their own of getting information. Anyway, they disappeared, and weren"t missed from amongst the armies we employ. Reckon some of them got aboard that ship that you and I took pa.s.sage in. If that"s so, they"re back right here now, waiting for another steamer."
If the whole truth had been known, the gang of desperadoes of whom the Commission police had obtained information had indeed found the zone already too hot for them. They were a band consisting sometimes of five members, sometimes of more or less. And for a long while now their attention had been particularly turned to ports near to the Gulf of Mexico. Appearing to be but Spanish workmen, they escaped often enough the attention of police officers, and had done so at Colon. There they had contrived to burgle two of the pay offices, and, as Phineas had rightly surmised, had sailed on the very steamer on which he and Jim had taken pa.s.sage. There, having come into contact with our hero, they had met with a misfortune, which had brought them back to the isthmus.
"Just showing that it"s here we"re meant to do our work," had said the leader of these rascals, a scowling individual boasting the name of Jaime de Oteros, "See here, friends; the police of the zone are looking for us amongst the labour gangs. We"ve dollars saved in plenty, and no need to work; supposing we find some quiet place near at hand, and take toll of another pay office."
"And first of all pay back the scores we owe," the rascal who had so recently fired at Jim growled. "I"ve sworn to give back what I was given aboard that ship, and since I believe the young pup who was so free with his fists is staying on here, why, I"ll finish him. Eh?"
His suggestion had met with the hearty approval of all. There was not a man in the gang who would not do the same; for to these lawless fellows a blow received demanded repayment. As to the risk, that was nothing.
They were accustomed to the feeling that their arrest was aimed at. If theft could pa.s.s without actual discovery, then a shot in the night, and the death of a white official, would equally escape detection.
"Five of them." Jim counted them off on his fingers as he again raised his head. He squinted in through the corner of the window, and inspected each one of the gang separately. And now he recognized them not alone from the leaflet which he had seen, but from amongst the faces of the Spaniards who had been aboard the steamer. Of an evening he had often stood at the rail above and looked down into the waist of the vessel, watching the dusky faces of the Spaniards, and scenting the rank odour of the cigarettes they smoked. Features which then had made no great impression on him, but which had, unconsciously as it were, been tucked away within his memory, now struck him as familiar. Little by little he recollected exactly where he had seen each man, and what he had been doing, so that within the s.p.a.ce of a few minutes he was sure that every one of them had been aboard the steamer.
"And are now wanted by the police here," he thought, "while the fellow sitting at the far end of the table is wanted more than them all, seeing that he has attempted murder. But how to do it? There are five, and all probably carry arms."
A second glance at the men persuaded him that there was little doubt on the last matter; for the leader of these ruffians had placed his weapon on the plank table before him, while a second was cleaning his revolver with a piece of dirty rag. A third wore a belt, as could be clearly seen, since he had discarded his coat, and carried both a revolver and a huge knife attached to it.
"Ugly fellows to deal with, I guess," thought Jim. "The question is this: ought we to attempt a rush? or ought we to set a watch on the house and send for the police?"
Obviously, with only three to help him, the last suggestion was the one to follow, and having pondered the matter for a little while Jim came to a decision. Peeping in at the window again, he watched the men as they rolled and lit cigarettes, or filled their gla.s.ses from the bottles on the table, then he crept away to Sam, and with him went to join Tom. A signal brought Ching to them promptly.
"Come away over here," said Jim softly. "I want to talk."
He led them into a thick belt of bush which had escaped the billhooks of the Commission sanitary corps, for the reason that it stood on high ground, and then came to a halt.
"Wall?" asked Tom, his face indistinguishable in the darkness, but his tones eager. "He"s right there, I reckon. He only wants taking?"
"He"s there; but for the moment we can"t easily take him. Listen here,"
said Jim. Then he explained that there were five men in the hut, and that if he were right in his surmise, and his eyes had not misinformed him, they were a gang of criminals of whom the police were in search.
"And all armed," he added. "I thought at first that we might rush them; but even supposing they were not armed, one or more might escape. So I guessed the best plan would be to send off for the police, while we watch the place. Say, Sam, you could find the office in Colon?"
The little fellow nodded and gave a grunt of a.s.sent.
"Easy as cuttin" chips," he said. "What den?"
"Run there as fast as your legs will carry you, and tell them that we have located the gang of men whose portraits they have been circulating amongst the ca.n.a.l officials. Tell them of the attempt made to shoot me to-night, and warn them to come along cautiously. Get right off. We"ll stand round the place till you come along."
Sam set down his lantern at once and disappeared in the darkness, making hardly a sound as he went. Then Jim led the others back towards the hut.
"We"ll take the same places," he said. "Of course, if they separate we shall have to follow; but I rather think they live here. If that"s so we shall have them."
Waiting till both Tom and Ching had taken up their positions he crept towards the hut, and, having reached the window, raised his head and peeped in. None of the men had moved. The ruffian who had been handling his revolver was still cleaning it with the dirty rag, while the man who had come that evening to the house which Phineas occupied, and had deliberately fired through the gauze window, was staring moodily at the empty gla.s.s before him. The others were engaged in an eager conversation, carried on in low tones. Jim put his ear as close as possible, for though he knew only a few words of Spanish it was possible that English was the language employed. Then he heard a sudden, startled cry, and, looking in, saw that the rascal at whose arrest he aimed had risen to his feet. The man was staring hard at the window, and in a flash Jim realized that his own presence had been discovered. He ducked swiftly, and as he did so there came the report of a pistol. An instant later a bullet smashed the gla.s.s just overhead, smothering him with debris. Then a babel of cries came from the hut, the door was dragged open, and in a trice five men had thrown themselves upon him.
CHAPTER VII
The Lair of the Robbers
There are times in a man"s life when he has no spare moments in which to think, and this occasion may be said to have been one of those urgent periods in that of our hero. For he had no time to do more than move a yard from the window of the little hut located so close to Colon when the door was flung open, and the five ruffians within burst from their cover. Jim had hardly shaken the dust and debris of the shattered pane of gla.s.s from his eyes when one of the men was on him. It was Jaime de Oteros, the leader of the gang, a dark, forbidding-looking fellow, as agile as a cat, and a desperado accustomed to scenes of violence.
"A spy! a spy!" he bellowed, catching sight of Jim; for the lamp within the cottage cast its rays through the window and illumined his figure.
"Kill him! Down with him to the ground! Stamp on him!"