OFF FOR A CRUISE.
Kenworth had a look of triumph on his face. While Ned, dumbfounded at
the turn events had taken, faced him, Saki sprang to his feet and also
jerked out a pistol.
"I advise you not to run, my honorable capitan, or to make resistance,"
said the Jap, smiling amiably. "It would not by any means suit our
purposes to have you get away just now. We must, therefore, claim you
as our guest."
Ned feigned an indifference he was far indeed from feeling.
"It seems that rascals do have all the luck on their side sometimes,
doesn't it?" he said.
The Jap did not reply. Instead, he turned to Kenworth, who was still
standing on board the motor boat and keeping Ned relentlessly covered
with his pistol.
"Put over that gangplank," he said. "We are to have the honor of an
unexpected visit from clever Mr. Strong. I cannot imagine how he
managed to free himself, but it is greatly to our advantage that, after
having done so, he took the path that he did. Now, my honorable sir,
if you will give yourself the great trouble to walk up that plank I
shall be your most obedient servant. Remember I am close behind you,
and if you should feel tempted to jump or run, pray recollect that I am
excessively nervous, and in my excitement I might press this trigger."
"You mean you would do so," returned Ned. "I know you and your breed."
"Complimentary, is he not?" grinned the Jap, addressing Kenworth.
"It doesn't matter what he is," was the grumbling rejoinder, "we've got
him tight this time, and by hookey, I mean to keep him safe and sound."
"Oh, yes, there must be no more promenades, honorable Ned," chuckled
the Jap.
Ned could have throttled the grinning rascal then and there. But he
reflected that to make any break to escape would probably result in
serious consequences for himself. It was a lonely part of the Neck and
concealed from the view of the little-traveled path that led through
the brush.
Besides, he thought that possibly another chance to get away might
present itself. If he proved troublesome, the two rascals would take
double pains to secure him, whereas if they thought he was thoroughly
subdued they might not be so particular.
With this thought in mind, he threw back his head proudly and walked
across the rickety gangway with a firm step.
"At least, I won't let them see that they can scare a sailor of Uncle
Sam's," he thought, looking defiantly into the grimacing face of
Kenworth.
As soon as he was on board, the gangplank was drawn in. Then Saki
addressed the involuntary guest.
"Hold out your hands, please, honorable sir."
"What for?" demanded Ned, although he guessed what was coming. They
were going to bind him again.
But this time Ned guessed wrong. That is, on the present occasion the
two worthies had clearly decided to use no ordinary methods of insuring
the safety of their prisoner.
"I wish to present you with some jewelry," said Saki, with a grin that
made Ned wild to give the oily, grimacing ruffian a good drubbing.
The next instant he produced a pair of handcuffs. Ned, situated as he
was, had no choice but to submit to being manacled.
"It's what I might have expected of you," he said, as Saki snapped the
locks shut. "May I ask what you mean to do with me?"
"We will take a little cruise out into open water till it gets dark,
and then we shall return to--to--well, we shall return you to a safe
place on shore for the night."
As the Jap spoke, Kenworth started the engine and then drew in the
anchor. The clutch was slipped into forward speed and the motor boat
moved out of the little cove, splitting the water at a good rate.
"You said you were going to take a cruise?" inquired Ned.
"Such is our intention," rejoined Kenworth, who had the wheel, with a
scowl.
"I should advise you not to," was the quiet rejoinder.
"Why not?"
For answer Ned pointed to great castellated clouds piled up in majestic
masses on the horizon. They towered whitely against the blue sky and
appeared to be traveling at some speed.
"Well, what about those clouds?" asked Kenworth, with his customary
sneer.
"Thunder heads. We are in for a bad storm, or I miss my guess," said
Ned, in the same quiet tones.
"Hark at the scare-cat!" chuckled Kenworth. "Say, Ned Strong, for a
braggart upstart you show the white feather mighty soon."
"If only you were concerned," retorted Ned, "I shouldn't care what
became of this craft or those in it. But I'd hate to be drowned, when
some day I confidently expect to be the means of bringing you two
traitors to justice."
It was perhaps an unwise speech, but Ned was mad clear through.
Kenworth looked at him keenly.
"So that's your little plan, eh?" he asked. "Well, I guess we know ways
to checkmate that, Saki."
"Undoubtedly," responded the Jap, gravely nodding his head.
"That's all I have to say," said Ned; "go ahead and work out your own
salvation. I've warned you."
"I always knew you were a coward at bottom, Strong," scoffed Kenworth,
"and now I'm going to give you a cruise that will take the starch out
of you for the rest of your life."
He touched the control, which was on the steering wheel like that of
an automobile. The craft leaped forward like a flying fish. The spray
flew high on either bow. Kenworth, a wicked gleam in his eyes, headed
straight up the Sound.