"Huh!" he exclaimed, when he had taken a swift glance round. "The watchin" ended in a ruction, that"s evident. Who"s that?"
He stepped to the table, leaned both hands on it, and stared into the corner where the prisoners cowered. Tom coolly removed his pipe from between his lips, nodded to the officer, and then turned on Jaime.
"Dat?" he asked, pointing with the stem of his pipe. "Oh, dat a very brave prisoner dat try to kill Ma.s.sa Jim, and now very sorry! Stand up dere, yo in de corner. Stand up, or, by lummy, Tom want to know what fo!
"Now den," continued Tom, when the wretch had risen to his feet, shivering with fright. "Who am yo?"
"That don"t matter one single bra.s.s pin ter me," e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the officer suddenly, his colour heightening, his voice taking on a tone of exultation. "Reckon it"s my business to know who every criminal is.
Jaime de Oteros, you"re badly wanted. Guess there"s a score of charges up against you. Boys, jest come in here."
He put his fingers to his lips and sent forth a shrill whistle, which instantly brought a couple of policemen into the hut.
"Handcuffs for "em both," said the officer shortly. "Search "em for weapons. Now then, siree?"
He turned on Jim serenely, and extended a hand. "Tell me all about it.
Of course the darkie you sent along got to work and poured a whole heap of stuff into my ear as we ran here. Guess I know who you are, where you come from, and the very first day you ever had measles. There ain"t many young chaps around same as Ma.s.sa Jim."
There was a broad smile on his face, and the grip he gave our hero was unusually cordial. "Gee!" he went on; "a real good coloured servant is a thing to be proud of. Reckon you"ve two. You"re jest about lucky. Those boys think all the world of you, and I"ve been too long amongst them not to have learned that there"s always a good reason when things are like that. You"ve got to be extra good and plucky and all that. But let"s get to business. What happened?"
Jim told him abruptly. "It was precious near a case with me," he smiled.
"This fellow Jaime did his best to kill me. That"s a reminder; he stuck his knife through my shoulder."
Strange to say he had forgotten the matter, and till now had had but little pain. But now he recollected, and, slipping off his jacket, exposed his arm high up near the shoulder. The officer at once inspected the wound, while Tom, and Sam, who had now arrived upon the scene, bent over him anxiously.
"Not enough to stop you enjoying a single meal," declared the officer.
"Little more than skin deep, and made by a knife that had cleaned itself as it pa.s.sed through your clothing. A dressing put there right away will fix the matter for good. Thomas," he sang out. Then, as another man appeared, dressed in Commission uniform: "see here, my lad, we want that first-aid case of yours. Get to work at this gentleman"s shoulder. Now, sir," he went on, "you can continue the tale while Thomas is busy. These fellows tried to murder you. You had surrounded the place, I understand, and had sent Sam there back into Colon. Wall, now, what next?"
In a few words Jim described how one of the rascals had detected him as he looked in through the window. How the ruffian, the same who had fired at him earlier in the evening, had again narrowly missed striking him with a bullet, and how the whole five had then thrown themselves on him.
"Here"s the result of it all," he ended. "I should have been killed but for Tom. But he arrived just in the nick of time. We took three prisoners between us; two have managed to get away."
"And that man who fired at you?" asked the officer.
"He is one of the two escaped."
"Then there"s a chase before us. You"ll come right along to the office, sir, where we can talk matters over. Wait while I see these rascals handcuffed to my men. But let me congratulate you and your men, sir. You did as well as any police could have done, and you showed no end of pluck. Boys, get to with those prisoners. Four of you can carry the man who"s insensible. Two each to the others will be enough. Bring "em along, boys. This is a fine evening for the police of Colon."
That the capture of three of these notorious ruffians was indeed a matter for congratulation was brought still more forcibly to Jim"s mind some little time later; for, having trudged into Colon, the whole party entered the offices of the Police Commissioner there, and came face to face with that gentleman. He had been hurriedly aroused, and had at once turned out of his bed to learn what had happened. His eyes lit up with a smile as the officer who had gone to the scene of the capture introduced Jim.
"Very glad to meet you, sir," said the Commissioner. "Now tell me all about it. This, of course, will be only a preliminary enquiry; I shall remand the prisoners to the cells, and their case will be taken later.
Then, of course, I shall require your evidence, and that of your men.
Please state who you are?"
"James Partington, sir; from New York."
"Lately arrived, eh?"
"No, sir. Been cruising in the Caribbean with a salvage plant. Then took a pa.s.sage to New York. There was a collision, and a number of Spaniards aboard the ship fought for the boats. I--er--I helped the----"
"Pardon, I recollect. Shake hands, sir."
The officer leaned over his desk and gripped Jim"s fingers, while a most friendly smile played across his lips. "Of course, I recollect," he said. "The matter was published in the paper. Seen the article?"
Jim shook his head. "I haven"t had much time," he said. "There have been so many things to do since I arrived in the zone."
"Then your ears will burn, my lad. The man who wrote that account put the plain truth forward. He had interviewed the captain and his men. Mr.
James Partington seems to have been the hero of the occasion."
He laughed outright, seeing Jim flush to the roots of his hair, and then became serious again.
"There, forgive my chaff," he said. "But you behaved handsomely, Mr.
Partington. Now tell me how this other matter cropped up."
Jim told him in as few words as possible. "You see," he said lamely, "I couldn"t very well help myself. I stayed on in the zone, and Mr. Phineas B. Barton promised to obtain work for me. I had a turn with one of the steam diggers, and it was arranged that I should be appointed to work one. I went back to Mr. Barton"s quarters this evening----"
"Last night, you mean," interrupted the officer with a smile. "It is now 2.30 in the morning."
Jim was startled. The hours had simply flown, and he could hardly realize that so much time had elapsed since he set off from his quarters. "I had no idea," he murmured. "But yesterday evening, to be accurate, I was sitting in the parlour with Mr. Barton when a man shot at me through the gauze window."
"At you? How do you know that?" The question came like a pistol shot.
"I guess it. I am not absolutely sure. I may be wrong, but you will hear my reasons. We set out in pursuit. Sam there," and he nodded to the little negro who was following the interrogation with shining eyes and wide-open ears--"Sam tracked the fellow. He took us to a hut in which a light was burning. We surrounded it. I went to the window, and recognized one of the men as a Spaniard who had been aboard the ship, and whom I had knocked down in the fight. He had, apparently, just joined his fellows. There were five in all."
"Points to his being the man who shot at you, and to you being the one at whom he fired. To-morrow we"ll settle it. Sam there will follow the tracks if he can."
It was amusing to see the little negro"s eyes open wide. There was an expression almost of a feeling of injury about them.
"What dat, sah?" he demanded. "Sam not able to follow track? I like dat, I do. Sam start tracking when him so high." And he placed a hand a couple of feet from the floor, much to the amus.e.m.e.nt of all. "Sam larn to track way down in de south. Dat rubbish villain leave heap of mark.
Plenty soft ground. To-morrow--to-day, sah, I tink, "cos it"s past midnight--to-day Sam pick up de mark and tell you plenty quick who it am and what happened."
"Then that"ll fix the matter. What next?" asked the officer.
"I recognized one of the gang as a man whose photograph had been published; in fact, I recognized them all. I remembered the name, Jaime de Oteros. Then I reckoned we had made a find and that you would like to hear. I sent Sam away, and--and there you are."
"Pardon, there we are certainly not yet awhile. I was asleep at the time. Kindly proceed, sir."
Jim answered the officer"s encouraging smile by giving him an account of the fight, while the eager Tom burst in with an interruption from time to time.
"Me wanted to hang um quick," he explained. "But Ma.s.sa Jim angry, scowl at Tom, say tings beneath him breath."
It was pure invention; Jim swung round upon the negro with flashing eyes. But who could be angry with Tom? The fellow"s face was wreathed in smiles. His merry features were divided by a wide seven-foot rift, extending from ear to ear, and displayed a double set of teeth which would have been a paying advertis.e.m.e.nt for a dentist.
"The long and the short of it is this, sir," said the officer. "You and your very eager friends have done the police a great service, for which we are deeply grateful. Now, I will take formal evidence of ident.i.ty, and send the prisoners to the cells. I advise that you all go back to your quarters by a roundabout route, so as not to spoil tracks. I will send a couple of men to the hut to keep people away. At eight o"clock I will call upon you, when we will go into the question of the tracks and discuss what is to be done. The escape of those two rascals means a chase. We cannot afford to lose them now that we have captured three."
He leaned over and shook hands with Jim. Then, with a pleasant nod, he banished the party to bed. Taking the lamp, Sam lit it and led the way, and very soon they were back at their quarters, there to meet with Phineas"s eager questions. At eight o"clock that morning, when Jim imagined that he had hardly enjoyed half an hour"s sleep, the Police Commissioner appeared, and very soon it became evident that the ca.n.a.l works would not see our hero yet awhile. In fact, there was another adventure before him.
"We"re going to follow those rascals," said the officer. "I"d like you to come along, for you can recognize them. Of course it"ll be dangerous.
The fellows are armed; I"m not disguising that from you. Are you game to come?"