These, too, Benson pa.s.sed up at the end of the cord. The mulatto disappeared, leaving the two dogs still on guard. At last, back came the light and the yellowish man with it.
"Yo" sho" is good picking, Ma.r.s.e Benson," grinned the guide of the night before. "Yo" has good pin feathers. Ah hope Ah"ll suttinly meet yo"
again."
"I hope we do meet at another time!" Jack Benson flared back, wrathily.
The cool insolence of the fellow cut him to the marrow, yet where was the use of disobeying a rascal flanked by two such willing and capable dogs?
"Now, yo" jes" put dese t"ings on, Ma.r.s.e Benson, ef yo" please, sah,"
mocked the mulatto, tossing down some woefully tattered, nondescript garments, and, after them, a battered, rimless Derby hat and a pair of brogans out at the toes.
"I"ll be hanged if I"ll put on such duds!" quivered Jack.
"Jes" as yo" please, ob co"se, Ma.r.s.e Benson," came the answer, from above.
"But, ef yo" don" put dem t"ings on, yo"ll sho"ly hab ter gwine back ter "Napolis in yo" undahclo"s. An" yo"s gwine back right away, too, so, ef yo" wants ter gwine back weahin" ernuff clo"es-"
"Oh, well, then-!" ground out the submarine boy, savagely enough.
He attired himself in these tattered ends of raiment. Had he not been so angry he must have roared at sight of his comical self when the dressing was completed.
CHAPTER VIII: A YOUNG CAPTAIN IN TATTERS
"Now, yo"ll do, Ah reckons."
With that, the mulatto guide of the night before threw down one end of an inch rope.
"Ah reckon yo"s sailor ernuff to clim" dat. Come right erlong, "less yo"
wants de dawgs ter jump down dar."
"But they"ll tackle me if I come up," objected Jack Benson.
"No, dey won"t. Dem dawgs is train" to dis wo"k. Ah done tole yo" dat.
Come right erlong. Ah"ll keep my two eyes on dem dawgs."
It looked like a highly risky bit of business, but Jack told himself that, now he had been deprived of his valuables, this yellow worthy must be genuinely anxious to be rid of the victim. So he took hold of the rope and began to climb. The mulatto and the dogs disappeared from the upper edge of the pit.
As his head came up above the level of the flooring Benson saw the mulatto and the dogs in the next room, the connecting door of which had been taken from its hinges.
"Come right in, Ma.r.s.e Benson. Dere ain" nuffin" gwineter hu"t yo"," came the rascal"s voice rea.s.suringly. Jack obeyed by stepping into the next room, though he kept watch over the dogs out of the corners of his eyes.
"Now, yo" lie right down on de flo", Ma.r.s.e Benson," commanded the master of the situation. "Ah"s gotter tie yo" up, befo" Ah can staht yo" back ter "Napolis, but dere ain" no hahm gwine come ter yo"."
Making a virtue of necessity, Captain Jack lay down as directed, pa.s.sing his hands behind his back. These were deftly secured, after which his ankles were treated in the same fashion. Immediately the mulatto, who was strong and wiry, lifted the boy and the lantern together. The dogs remaining behind, Jack was carried out into the yard, where he discovered that daylight was coming on in the East. He was dumped on the ground long enough to permit his captor to lock the door securely. Then the submarine boy was lifted once more, carried around the corner of the house and dumped in the bottom of a shabby old delivery wagon. A canvas was pulled over him, concealing him from any chance pa.s.ser. Then the mulatto ran around to the seat, picking up the reins and starting the horse.
It seemed like a long drive to the boy, though Benson was certainly in no position to judge time accurately. At last the team was halted, along a stretch of road in a deep woods. The mulatto lifted the submarine boy out to the ground.
"Now, w"en yo"s got yo" se"f free, yo" can take de road in dat direckshun," declared the fellow, pointing. "Bimeby yo" come in sight ob de town. Now, Ma.r.s.e Benson, w"at happen to yo" las" night am all in de co"se ob a lifetime, an" Ah hope you ain"t got no bad feelin"s. Yo"
suttinly done learn somet"ing new in de way ob tricks. Good-bye, sah, an"
mah compliments to yo", Ma.r.s.e Benson."
With that the guide of the night before swiftly cut the cords at Jack"s wrists, then as swiftly leaped to the seat of the wagon, whipping up the horse and disappearing in a cloud of dust.
Jack, having now no knife, and the bonds about his ankles being tied with many hard knots, spent some precious minutes in freeing his feet. At last he stood up, fire in his eyes.
"Oh, pshaw! There"s no sense in trying to run after that rascal and his wagon," decided the young submarine skipper. "I haven"t the slightest idea what direction he took after he got out of sight, and-oh, gracious! I"m under orders to be aboard the "Farnum" at eight this morning. And on Mr.
Farnum"s business, at that!"
Clenching his hands vengefully, Jack started along in the direction pointed out by his late captor. Brisk walking wore some of the edge off his great wrath. Catching a comprehensive glimpse of himself, Jack could not keep back a grim laugh.
"Well, I certainly am a dandy to spring myself on the trim and slick Naval Academy!" he gritted. "What a treat I"ll be to the cadets! That is, if the sentry ever lets me through the gate into the Academy grounds."
As he hurried along, Jack Benson decided that he simply could not go to the Naval Academy presenting any such grotesque picture as he did now. Yet he had no money about him with which to purchase more presentable clothes in town. So he formed another plan.
Within a few minutes he came in sight of Annapolis. Hurrying on faster, he at last entered the town. The further he went the more painfully conscious the boy became of the ludicrous appearance that he made. He saw men and women turn their heads to look after him, and his cheeks burned to a deep scarlet that glowed over the sea-bronze of his skin.
"The single consolation I have is that not a solitary person in town knows me, anyway," he muttered. Then he caught sight of a clock on a church steeple-twenty-five minutes of eight.
"That means a fearful hustle," he muttered, and went ahead under such steam that he all but panted. At last he came to the Maryland House, opposite the State Capitol grounds. Into the office of the hotel he darted, going straight up to the desk.
A clerk who had been on duty for hours, and who was growing more drowsy every moment, stared at the boy in amazement.
"See here, you ragam.u.f.fin, what-"
"My name is Benson," began the boy, breathlessly. "I"m a guest of the house-arrived last night. I-"
"You, a guest of _this_ house?" demanded the clerk of the most select hotel in the town. "You-"
That was as far as the disgust of the clerk would permit him to go in words. A score of well-dressed gentlemen were staring in astonishment at the scene. The clerk nodded to two stout porters who had suspended their work nearby.
It had been Jack Benson"s purpose to go to his room and keep out of sight, while despatching one of the colored bell-boys of the hotel with a note to Hal Hastings, asking that chum to send him up a uniform and other articles of attire. However, before the young submarine captain fully realized what was happening, the two porters had seized him. Firmly, even though gently, they hustled him out through the entrance onto the street.
"Scat!" advised one of the pair.
Jack started to protest, then realized the hopelessness of such a course.
In truth, he did not blame the hotel folks in the least.
"Oh, well," he sighed, paling as soon as the new flush of mortification had died out, "there"s nothing for it but to hurry to the Academy. I hope the sentries won"t shoot when they see me," he added, bitterly.
Across the State Capitol grounds he hurried, then down through a side street until he arrived at the gate of the Academy grounds.
"Halt!" challenged a sentry, as soon as Jack showed his face through the gateway.
Young Benson stopped, bringing his heels together with a click.
"What do you want? Where are you going?" demanded the marine.