NED'S ESCAPE.
At length the confusion and uproar in the hold of Captain Briggs'
schooner died away. The work of unloading the craft was completed.
Ned glanced at his watch. It was close on midnight. He wondered if now
that the schooner had been emptied of her secret cargo, his hour of
release had come.
But apparently it was no part of Captain Briggs's plan to set his
prisoner at liberty just then. At any rate, nobody came near Ned.
He felt strangely lonely now that the tumult had died out, to be
succeeded by a death-like stillness. But after a time, during which
he sought in vain for a lamp to light up the cabin, Ned was able to
distinguish some sounds that broke the silence.
The sounds were nasal and were in three keys. In fact, it did not take
Ned long to distinguish in his own mind the loud snoring of Captain
Briggs from the gruntings and snortings of his crew.
The night was warm and they were plainly enough taking their rest on
deck after the arduous labors of the night. Inasmuch as the schooner
lay in a lonely cove out of the path of navigation, it was also evident
that Captain Briggs had not bothered to set a bright watch.
"Now is my chance," thought Ned, "if only I could figure on some way of
getting out of this coop."
He sat on the transom a while, buried in thought. He was revolving
in his mind the strange events of the last twenty-four hours and the
possible effect they would have upon his future.
Well did Ned know that his absence from his ship must have been noticed
by this time. He wondered what Commander Dunham was thinking. He
speculated, and the thought was not a pleasant one, on the chances of
his being deemed derelict to his duty, and being supplanted by someone
else.
The Dreadnought Boy knew the iron rules of the navy, laws as inflexible
as those of the Medes and Persians. He might be deprived of his
temporary commission without even a chance to explain all that had
happened. One thought cheered him. Come what might, he at least had
safe within his pocket the book of plans by which Kenworth and Saki set
such store.
He hoped that if the worst came to the worst, the signal service he had
rendered his country in redeeming these from the desperate hands of the
spy and the renegade would at least plead some extenuation for him.
"Confound that old shell-back of a Briggs," growled Ned to himself; "if
it hadn't been for him I might have been back with my ship by this
time. As it is----"
Captain Briggs' stentorian snore filled in the pause eloquently. "At
any rate," muttered Ned, "he's safe off in the land of Nod; so, to
judge by the sounds, are his crew. What's the matter with--Jove! I'll
try it."
He ascended the cabin stairway and began cautiously to fumble with
the fastenings of the companionway scuttle. He did not dare make much
noise, as, although he was fairly sure that Captain Briggs was beyond
an easy awakening, yet the risk of rousing him was an imminent one.
Like everything else about Captain Briggs' schooner, the scuttle, now
that Ned came to prove it, did not appear to be over and above secure.
"I believe that with good luck I can force it clean off its hinges,"
murmured Ned as he investigated.
Indeed it seemed so. The door worked about on its hinges so freely, it
showed that those attachments were not securely fastened or else, as
was more likely, the wood had rotted about the screws.
Ned possessed a good stock of patience and he took plenty of time,
working the door about till it moved easily. Then he placed his
shoulder to it and gave a gentle but strong heave. The screws drew out
of the rotten wood as if they had been fastened into cheese.
Five minutes after he had first applied his strength, Ned, feeling like
a modern Samson, lifted off the door of his place of captivity and was
ready to step out on deck.
But first he took a cautious look about him. There was a bright moon.
By its beams Ned saw that, as he had suspected, Captain Briggs and his
crew, worn out by their night's work, were sleeping the sleep of the
just. They had turned in "all standing" and lay sprawled on the deck in
any but picturesque attitudes.
"So far, so good," murmured Ned to himself, "and the dinghy's out
astern, too. Better and better. I believe that this is going to go
through without a hitch."
He cautiously replaced the hatchway and stepped boldly out on the deck.
Captain Briggs stirred in his slumbers and growled out some orders that
came to him in his dreams.
"Stand by to go about! Mind sheets and braces!" he muttered.
"My! but he's going to be a surprised man when he wakes up!" grinned
Ned to himself. "I'm sorry for his crew; he'll take it out on them,
for I verily believe that the old shell-back thought I was some boy
millionaire and worth at least a thousand in reward money to him."
But as chance would have it, it was Ned who was destined to be
surprised first.
Hardly had he stepped on deck, when from forward a squat shape came
bounding across the moonlit decks. Simultaneously a low, angry growl
greeted the Dreadnought Boy's ears.
"Great guns! The skipper's dog! I'd clean forgotten him," exclaimed Ned
in dismay.
The dog hesitated a minute, sniffed and then, with an angry snarl, came
bounding on again.
"If I can't silence him, he'll have them all awake in a minute, and
then I'll have a fine hornet's nest about my ears," muttered Ned.
Ur-r-r-r-r-r-r-r! The dog sprang straight for Ned's throat. Luckily,
the creature was not one of the barking kind. He plainly preferred
action to noise.
Ned saw him coming. Saw the white flash of his teeth in the moonlight.
Swift as thought he stooped and picked up a barrel stave which happened
to be lying near his feet.
As the dog was in mid-spring, Ned let fly with his improvised weapon.
Crack! It struck the dog right across the nose and sent him hurtling
back in a coiled-up ball.
"Jove! I hated to do that, old fellow," cried Ned in a low tone; "but
it had to be, and you'll soon get over it."
The dog lay crouched in a whimpering heap not far from Captain Briggs'
side. Ned dared not delay longer. With swift, silent strides he made
for the stern, dropped overboard and landed deftly in the dinghy.
The oars were in it, and to cast off was the work of an instant only.
Then with strong, noiseless strokes, he pulled toward the shore. There
was not a sound of pursuit from the schooner and Ned's heart leaped
exultingly as he threw his strength into the oars.
Ten minutes later the dinghy's nose scraped the beach. At precisely the
same instant the bow of Ned's craft was grasped by a pair of strong
hands, and a gruff voice demanded to know his business.