"Don"t be too confident."
"I am to sail the Maud to-morrow, and if there is any speed in her, as I think there is, I shall get it out of her. To-morrow will be a big day for me; but if I lose the race, the firm of Ramsay & Son is used up."
Donald put the check in his wallet, and went out to the shop again, where he found Samuel Rodman looking for him. The owner of the Maud was so delighted with the craft, that he could not keep away from her, and he wanted to go on board again.
"Bob Montague is going to give you a hard pull to-morrow, Don John,"
said Rodman, as they got into the tender.
"I hope he will do his best; and the harder the pull, the better,"
replied Donald.
"If we only beat him," suggested Rodman.
"I expect to beat him; but I may be mistaken."
"Bob hauled up the Skylark on the beach this afternoon, and rubbed her bottom with black lead."
"I am glad to hear it."
"Glad? Why?"
"It proves that he means business."
"Of course he means business."
"I wonder if he knows I am to build a yacht for Mr. Norwood, in case I win this race."
"I don"t believe he does. I never heard of it till you told me."
"He is such a splendid fellow, that I was afraid he would _let_ me beat him, if he knew I was to make anything by it."
"I think it very likely he would."
"But I want to beat the Skylark fairly, or not at all."
"There comes Laud Cavendish," said Rodman, as the Juno came up the bay, and bore down upon the Maud. "He was blackballed in the club the other day, and he don"t feel good. Let"s go ash.o.r.e again, and wait till he sheers off, for I don"t want to see him. He will be sure to go on board of the yacht if we are there, for he is always poking his nose in where he is not wanted."
Donald, who was at the oars, pulled back to the sh.o.r.e. The Juno ran close up to the Maud, tacked, and stood up the bay.
"He is gone," said Rodman. "I don"t want him asking me why he was blackballed. He is an intolerable spoony."
"Don John!" called some one, as he was shoving off the tender.
Donald looked up, and saw Mr. Beardsley, the deputy sheriff, who had been working up the tin box case with Captain Patterdale.
"I want to see you," added the officer.
Donald wondered if Mr. Beardsley wanted to see him officially; but he was thankful that he was able to look even a deputy sheriff square in the face.
He jumped out of the tender, and Rodman went off to the yacht alone. We are somewhat better informed than the young boat-builder in regard to the visit of the sheriff, and we happen to know that he did come officially; and in order to explain why it was so, it is necessary to go back to the point where we left Mr. Laud Cavendish. He slept in the cabin of the Juno after he left the house of Captain Shivernock. He did not sleep any better than Donald Ramsay that night; and the long surges rolled in by the paddle-wheels of the steamer Richmond, as she came into the harbor early the next morning, awoke him.
The first thing he thought of was his visit to the house of the strange man; the next was his breakfast, and he decided to go on sh.o.r.e, and get the meal at a restaurant. The Juno was moored near the steamboat wharf, where the Portland boat made her landings. This was a convenient place for him to disembark, and he pulled in his tender to the pier. As he approached the landing steps, he saw Captain Shivernock hastening down the wharf with a valise in his hand. It was evident that he was going up the river, perhaps to Bangor. Laud did not like the idea of the captain"s going away just at that time. Donald had told Captain Patterdale that the mended bill came from him, and of course the owner of the tin box would immediately come to him for further information.
"Then, if I tell him Captain Shivernock gave it to me, he will want to see him; and he won"t be here to be seen," reasoned Laud. "I can"t explain why the captain gave me the money, and in his absence I shall be in a bad fix. I must take care of myself."
Laud went to the restaurant, and ate his breakfast; after which he returned to the Juno. He took care of himself by getting under way, and standing over towards Castine, where he dined that day. Then he continued his voyage down the bay, through Edgemoggin Reach to Mount Desert, where he staid several days, living upon "the fat of the land"
and the fish of the sea, which go well together. When he was confident that Captain Shivernock had returned, he sailed for Belfast, and arrived after a two days" voyage. The strange man had not come back, and Laud thought it very singular that he had not. Then he began to wonder why the captain had laughed so unreasonably long and loud when he told him to say that he had given him the mended bill. Laud could not see the joke at the time; but now he concluded that the laugh came in because he was going away on a long journey, and would not be in town to answer any questions which Captain Patterdale might propose.
Mr. Cavendish was disturbed, and felt that he was a victim of a practical joke, and he determined to get out of the way again.
Unfortunately for him, he had shown himself in the city, and before he could leave he was interviewed by Captain Patterdale and Mr. Beardsley.
The white cross of Denmark was pleasantly alluded to again by the former, and exhibited to Laud. Did he know that bill? Had he ever seen it before?
He did not know it; had never seen it.
It was no use to say, in the absence of that gentleman, that Captain Shivernock had given him the bill. It would be equally foolish to tell the Haddock Ledge story in the absence of the generous stranger, who had declined to give his name, though he was kind enough to say that he had spent a few days in Belfast. Since neither of these fictions was available in the present emergency, Laud "went back" on Donald Ramsay.
He did not love the boat-builder, and so it was not a sacrifice of personal feeling for him to do it. On the contrary, he would rather like to get his "rival," as he chose to regard him, out of the way.
"But you paid him a considerable sum of money some two months ago,"
suggested Captain Patterdale.
"Not a red!" protested Laud. "I never paid him any money in my life."
"You bought the Juno of him."
"No, sir; nor of any one else. She don"t belong to me."
"But you are using her all the time."
"Captain Shivernock got tired of her, and lets me have the use of her for taking care of her."
"Didn"t you say you owned her, and that you were going to change her name from Juno to Nellie?" demanded the captain, sternly.
"I did; but that was all gas," replied Laud, with a sickly grin.
"If you would lie about one thing, perhaps you would about another,"
said the captain.
"I was only joking when I said I owned the Juno. If you will go up to Captain Shivernock"s house, he will tell you all about it."
That was a plain way to solve the problem, and they went to the strange man"s house. Laud knew the captain was not at home; but his persecutors gave him the credit of suggesting this step. Sykes and his wife were at home. They did not know whether or not Captain Shivernock had given Laud the use of the Juno, but presumed he had, for the young man was in the house with him half the night, about ten days before. Thus far everything looked well for Laud; and the Sykeses partially confirmed his statements.
"Now, Captain Patterdale, I have answered all your questions, and I wish you would answer mine. What"s the matter?" said Laud, putting on his boldest face.
"Never mind what the matter is."
"Well, I know as well as you do. I used to think Don John was a good fellow, and liked him first rate. I didn"t think he would be mean, enough to shove his own guilt upon me," replied Laud.
"What do you mean by that?" demanded Captain Patterdale.