It was now that he began to wonder, to calculate against the plans of their silent escort. Whither were they bound? When would his chance come to strike the final, surprising blow? Only the greatest effort at self-control kept him from ruining everything by premature action; his exultation was getting the better of him. Coolness and patience were greater a.s.sets now than strength and daring.
The boat turned in mid-stream and shot swiftly up the river, past the black fortress with its scattered sentry lights, where slept a garrison in sweet ignorance of the tragedy that was to come upon them when the sun was high. The lights of the city itself soon peeped down into the rain-swept waters; music from the distant cafes came faintly to the ears of the midnight voyagers. A safe haven at their very elbows, and yet unattainable.
The occasional creak of an oar, a whispered oath of dismay, the heavy breathing of toilers, the soft blowing of the mist-that was all; no other sound on the broad, still river. It was, indeed, a night fit for the undertaking at hand.
Truxton began to chafe under the strain. His uneasiness was increased by the certain conviction that before long they would be beyond the city, the walls of which were gradually slipping past He could not even so much as guess at their destination. There was also the likelihood of encountering reinforcements, sent out to meet the boatmen, or for protection at the time of landing. A hundred doubts and misgivings a.s.sailed him. To suddenly open fire on the rascals went against the grain. A dashing, running fight on sh.o.r.e was more to his liking. An ill-timed move would foil them even as success was in their grasp.
He considered their chances if he were to overturn the frail boat and strike out for sh.o.r.e in the darkness. This project he gave up at once: he did not know the waters nor the banks between which they glided. They were past the walls now and rowing less stealthily. Before long they would be in a position to speak aloud; it would be awkward for him. The situation was rapidly growing more and more desperate; the time was near at hand when the final effort would have to be exerted. He slipped the revolver from his pocket; somehow he was unable to keep his teeth from chattering; but it was through excitement, not fear.
Suddenly the boat turned to the right and shot toward the unseen bank.
They were perhaps half a mile above the city wall. Truxton"s mind was working like a trip-hammer. He was recalling a certain nomad settlement north of the city, the quarters of fishermen, poachers and horse-traders: a squalid, unclean community that lay under the walls between the northern gates and the river. These people, he was not slow to surmise, were undoubtedly hand in glove with Marlanx, if not so surely connected with the misguided Committee of Ten. This being the eve of the great uprising, it was not unlikely that a secret host lay here awake and ready for the foul observance of the coming holiday; here, at least, chafed an eager, vicious, law-hating community of mendicants and outcasts.
He had little time to speculate on the att.i.tude of the denizens of this unwholesome place. The prow of the boat grated on the pebbly bank, and Peter Brutus leaped over the edge into the shallow water.
"Come on, Julius--hand her over to me!" he cried, making his way to the stern.
As he leaned over the side to seize the girl in his arms, Truxton King brought the b.u.t.t of the heavy revolver down upon his skull. Brutus dropped across the gunwale with a groan, dead to all that was to happen in the next half hour or more.
King was anxious to avoid the hullaballoo that shooting was sure to create on sh.o.r.e. Action had been forced upon him rather precipitously, but he was ready. Leaning forward, he had the two amazed oarsmen covered with the weapon.
"Hands up! Quick!" he cried. Two pairs of hands went up, together with strange oaths. Truxton"s eyes had grown used to the darkness; he could see the men quite plainly. "What are you doing?" he demanded of Loraine, who, behind him, was fumbling in the garments of the unconscious Brutus.
"Getting his revolver," she replied, with a quaver in her voice.
"Good!" he said exultantly. "Let"s think a minute," he went on. "We don"t dare turn these fellows loose, even if we disarm them. They"ll have a crowd after us in two minutes." Still, keeping the men covered, he cudgelled his brain for the means of disposing of them. "I have it.
We must disarm them, tie them up and set "em adrift. Do you mind getting out into the water? It"s ankle deep, that"s all. I"ll keep them covered while you take their guns."
"Nice way to treat a friend," growled one of the men.
"A friend? By George, it"s my Newport acquaintance. Well, this is a pleasure! I suppose you know that I"ll shoot if you resist. Better take it quietly."
"Oh, you"ll shoot, all right," said the other. "I told them d.a.m.n fools that a Yankee"d get the better of "em, even if they ran a steam roller over him two or three times. Say, you"re a pippin! I"d like to take off my hat to you."
"Don"t bother. I acknowledge the tribute."
Loraine Tullis was in the water by this time. With nervous haste she obeyed King"s instructions; the big revolvers were pa.s.sed back to him.
"I"ve changed my mind," said Truxton" suddenly. "We"ll keep the boat.
Get in, Miss Tullis. There! Now, push off, Newport."
"What the devil--" began Newport, but King silenced him. The boat slowly drifted out into the current.
"Now, row!" he commanded. With his free hand he reached back and dragged the limp Brutus into the boat. ""Gad, I believe he"s dead," he muttered.
For five minutes the surly oarsmen pulled away, headed in the direction from which they came.
"Can you swim?" demanded King.
"Not a stroke," gasped Newport. "Good Lord, pal, you"re not going to dump us overboard. It"s ten feet deep along here."
"Pull on your left, hard. That"s right. I"m going to land you on the opposite sh.o.r.e-and then bid you a cheerful good-night."
Two minutes later they ran up under the western bank of the stream, which at this point was fully three hundred yards wide. The nearest bridge was a mile and a half away and habitations were scarce, as he well knew. Under cover of the deadly revolver, the two men dropped into the water, which was above their waists; the limp form of Peter Brutus was pulled out and transferred to the shoulders of his companions.
"Good-night," called out Truxton King cheerily. He had grasped the oars; the little boat leaped off into the night, leaving the cursing desperadoes waist-deep in the chilly waters.
"See you later," sang out Newport, with sudden humour.
"We"ll go south," said Truxton King to the girl who sat in the stern, clutching the sides of the boat with tense fingers. "I don"t know just where we"ll land, but it won"t be up in Devil"s Patch, you may rest a.s.sured of that. Pardon me if I do not indulge in small talk and bonmots; I"m going to be otherwise employed for some time, Miss Tullis.
Do you know the river very well?"
"Not at all," she replied. "I only know that the barge docks are below here somewhere. I"m sure we can get into the city if we can find the docks. Let me take the oars, too, Mr. King. I can row."
"No. Please sit where you are and keep your eyes ahead. Can you see where we"re going?"
"I can see the lights. We"re in mid-stream, I think. It"s so very dark and the wind is coming up in a gale. It"s--it"s going to storm. Don"t you think we"d better try for a landing along the walls? They say the river is very treacherous." She was trembling like a leaf.
"I"ll row over to the east side, but I don"t like to get too close to the walls. Some one may have heard the shouts of our friends back there."
Not another word pa.s.sed between them for ten or twelve minutes. She peered anxiously ahead, looking for signs of the barge dock, which lay somewhere along this section of the city wall. In time, of course, the marooned desperadoes might be expected to find a way to pursue them, or, at least, to alarm watchful confederates on the city side of the river.
It was a tense, anxious quarter of an hour for the liberated pair. So near to absolute safety, and yet so utterly in the dark as to what the next moment, might develop--weal or woe.
At least the sound of rapidly working rowlocks came to the girl"s ears.
They were slipping along in the dense blackness beneath the walls, making as little noise as possible and constantly on the lookout for the long, low dock.
"They"re after us," grated Truxton, in desperation. "They"ve got word to friends one way or another. By Jove! I"m nearly f.a.gged, too. I can"t pull much farther. h.e.l.lo! What"s this?"
The side of the boat caromed off" a solid object in the water, almost spilling them into the wind-blown river.
"The docks!" she whispered. "We struck a small scow, I think. Can you find your way in among the coal barges?"
He paddled along slowly, feeling his way, sc.r.a.ping alongside the big barges which delivered coal from the distant mines to the docks along the river front. At last he found an opening and pushed through. A moment later they were riding under the stern of a broad, cargoless barge, plumb up against the water-lapped piles of the dock.
Standing in the bow of the boat he managed to pull himself up over the slippery edge. It was the work of a second to draw her up after him.
With an oar which he had thought to remove beforehand, he gave the boat a mighty shove, sending it out into the stream once more.
Then, hand in hand, they edged slowly, carefully along the gravel-strewn dock, between vast piles of lumber and steep walls of coal. It was only necessary to find the railway company"s runways leading into the yards above; in time of peace there was little likelihood that the entrances to the dock would be closed, even at night.
Loud curses came up from the river, proclaiming the fact that the pursuers had found the empty boat. Afterwards they were to learn that "Newport"s" shouts had brought a boatload of men from the opposite bank, headed by the innkeeper, in whose place Loraine was to have encountered Marlanx later on, if plans had not miscarried. She was to have remained in this outside inn until after the sacking of the city on the following day. The girl translated one remark that came up to them from the boatload of pursuers:
"The old man is waiting back there. He"ll kill the lot of us if we don"t bring the girl."
By this time King had located the open s.p.a.ce which undoubtedly afforded room for the transfer of cargoes from the dock to the company"s yards inside the walls. Without hesitation he drew her after him up this wide, sinister roadway. They stumbled on over the rails of the "dummy track,"
collided with collier trucks, slipped on the soggy chutes, but all the while forged ahead toward the gates that so surely lay above them.
The pursuers were trying for a landing, noisily, even boisterously. It struck Truxton as queer that these men were not afraid of alarming the watchmen on the docks or the man at the gate above. Suddenly it came to him that there would be no one there to oppose the landing of the miscreants. No doubt hundreds of men already had stolen through these gates during the night, secreting themselves in the fastnesses of the city, ready for the morrow"s fray. It is no small wonder that he shuddered at the thought of it.
There was no one on the wharf--at least, no one in sight. They rushed up the narrow railway chutes and through one of the numerous gateways that opened out upon the barge docks. No one opposed them; no one was standing guard. From behind came the sound of rushing footsteps.
Lightning flashed in the sky and the rumble of thunder broke over the desolate night.