On Front Street they saw a man, and both cried out:
"Look, there he is."
The man was a wild-looking specimen. He had the rolling gait of the deep sea. A squinting eye gave him a villainous leer, while a bristly beard and long gray hair made him a ferocious spectacle. His age was doubtful, as the lines in his ruddy skin might have been cut by dissipation as much as age. The most prominent feature of his unlovely countenance was a nose, fiery red from prolonged exposure to sunburn, or rum-b.u.m.
"If he isn"t a pirate he ought to be one," said Owen.
The man carried the top of a ship"s binnacle, as the round bra.s.s case which holds a ship"s compa.s.s is called. He entered the dismal portal of a marine junk shop. The taxi was stopped discreetly a block away.
As Owen and Hicks approached the shop they heard a loud argument going on inside.
"How much do you want for it?"
"Ten dollars. It"s a brand-new Negus."
"Ten nothing. You stole it, you son of a sea cook. I"ll give you a dime for it."
"I did not steal it, so help me ---- ------! The captain of that "lime juicer" over in the North River gave it to me for saving his little gal"s life. He begged me to take anything I wanted, but I fancied this. I"ll tell you about it."
Then Owen and Hicks, listening just outside, heard a fearful and wonderful tale. To relate it in the sailor"s own words, stripped of the long deep-sea oaths, would be as impossible as to pick the green specks out of a sage cheese.
In brief, the gentleman with the binnacle, sauntering innocently along the docks Friday night, had heard a commotion on the British tramp which he referred to as a "lime juicer." Some fifteen or more long-sh.o.r.emen had invaded the ship, overcome the captain, tied him down and were about to kidnap his daughter. The teller of the story had walked in and thrashed them all single-handed, driven them off into the darkness, rescued the little girl and released the captain. In grat.i.tude the commander had made him a present of the binnacle head.
At the conclusion of the story there was a pause, then the other voice answered:
"You"re a wonder. As I said before, I"ll give you ten cents for the binnacle and ninety cents for the story. Now you can take it or I"ll have you pinched for swiping it."
"Gimme the dollar," said the hero of the tale, and a moment later he pa.s.sed down the street with the two eavesdroppers at his heels.
The sailor man, proceeding at a rapid pace, suddenly turned a comer like a yacht jibing around a buoy and plunged into a dingy saloon.
Owen and Hicks went in after him.
Owen ordered and invited the sailor to join them. They learned that his name was Nelson Cromwell Boyd, that he had deserted from the British navy at a tender age, and since then had been through a series of incredible adventures and injustices, which disproved the old adage that you can"t keep a good man down.
At last Owen intimated that he had a business proposition to discuss, and they adjourned to the sidewalk.
"Do you want to earn some money?" asked Hicks.
"Well, that depends," said Boyd, doubtfully.
"Easy money," suggested Owen.
"That"s the only kind worth going after," commented the sailor.
"That"s where we agree with you, my friend," said Hicks. "We are after easy money and plenty of it. Plenty for us and plenty for you, too, if you can keep quiet about it."
"That"s the kind of talk I like to hear. But as honest man to honest man, I want to warn you that there mustn"t be too much work to it. I don"t believe in the n.o.bility of labor. I believe that work is the crowning shame and humiliation of the human race. It"s all right for a horse or a dog or an ox to work, but a man ought to be above it. It"s degrading, interferes with his pleasures and wastes his time."
"I feel the same way," agreed Owen, "but somebody has got to work to make shoes and food for us."
"Yes," admitted the sailor, "regretfully there will always have to be some work done, and I"m sorry for the poor guys that must do it. But there"s been too much work done."
"Those sentiments are very n.o.ble," said Owen.
"It"s all very fine to worry about your fellow man. But you would like to have plenty of money even if the rest of the world is fool enough to keep on working."
"I suppose so," said the sailor, "but I"m a reformer and my business is to talk, not work."
"That"s just what we want you to do," said Owen and Hicks in answer.
Then they found a table in the rear of a saloon where they could unfold their plan.
Boyd was to be introduced to a foolish young girl who had a barrel of money. He was to tell her a deep-sea yam along certain lines, and Owen and Hicks would take care of the rest.
"The question is," said Owen, "whether you can talk and act like a sort of reformed pirate."
"Leave that to me," he a.s.sured them, and led the way out of the saloon and into still another grimy and disreputable place. It was Axel Olofsen"s p.a.w.nshop and second-hand general supply and clothing store.
After much pawing over ancient, worn and rusty weapons, Boyd was at last fitted out. Ole was paid about sixty per cent of what he asked and left to the enjoyment of his Scandinavian melancholy.
"You look like a pirate now, sure enough," said Owen, observing Boyd"s effect on the driver of the taxicab.
"I look it, but I don"t quite feel it yet," said Boyd, with deep meaning. "There is something lacking."
"What can it be?" asked Hicks.
"About three fingers of red-eye," the sailor explained, pointing to a saloon. "That will make my disguise just perfect."
In the saloon Hicks and Owen made a little map, wrinkled it and soiled it on the floor, then gave it to the pirate.
"Tell her," said Owen as he called for a taxi, "that it is only a copy of your original, which is all worn out."
The nearer they approached to the house the more talkative became the "pirate." He demanded to know more details of what was to be done, and finally a.s.sumed an air of authority.
"You say that rich girl is crazy to see something worth writin" about?
Now, I know something better than pirates and buried treasure," shouted the pirate confidently.
"Yes, no doubt," Owen replied soothingly and with some alarm at the man"s bravado. "But it"s pirates she is interested in just now."
"Never mind, I say I know something better," insisted the pirate.
"If she will go and do what I"m goin" ter tell yer she"ll sure see something like she never dreamed of. Now listen to me sharp!"
It was an extraordinary proposition the "pirate" made.
Owen laughed a gentle discouragement and shook his head, but Hicks fixed his eyes keenly on the man and was evidently turning the suggestion over in his mind.
Owen"s key admitted the three to the front hall without ringing, but a maid happened to cross the hall and caught sight of Boyd. With a scream and a flutter she retreated. Owen seated his two confederates in the hall and went in search of Pauline.
Owen found Pauline alone in the library. Never did a villain propose a scheme to a beautiful girl at a more favorable moment. Half the afternoon and a little while after dinner she had been absorbing "Treasure Island," and now came Owen asking her if she would like to meet a reformed pirate and go on a thrilling and adventurous expedition.