CONCLUSION
"Did he see you?" inquired John, who was now as keenly excited as his
friend.
"I don't know. The only thing we can do is to wait and see what happens."
The slide had been left open an inch or more and through the open space
both boys in their excitement watched the little Japanese as he drew
near. The Great Danes were romping about the place evidently enjoying
their freedom. They were still free when the Japanese turned and entered
the house. When he had closed the door behind him the three dogs, for now
the one that had not accompanied the Japanese joined his mates, ran about
the place as full of life and kindness in their somewhat awkward
activities as a clumsy puppy.
Relieved that the Japanese had not come at once to the barn the two boys
were still anxious, for they were aware that Mr. Button was yet in the
house. Indeed, as the time slowly passed, the excitement of the boys
steadily increased.
"There comes Rufus," whispered John at last.
"It's time for us to leave," said Fred, after he had convinced himself
that the peculiar helper of Mr. Halsey was indeed coming to the barn.
"It's time for us to go above."
Instantly Fred ran to the low ladder and swiftly made his way to the
loft, an example which John speedily followed. John still held the box
which he had discovered in the meal and when both boys had found a hiding
place in the loft they peered through a knot hole in the floor and
watched Rufus as he seated himself in the little cart.
The interest of the boys became still more intense when after a few
minutes had passed Mr. Halsey himself came into the barn and closed the
door after he had entered.
"You're right on time to-day, Rufus," said Mr. Halsey.
"Be I?" replied Rufus, apparently not strongly elated by the compliment.
"Yes, you are, and I'm going to give you that box to take to Mackinac."
"What else are you going to give me?"
"You'll get all you deserve, Rufus, if you'll do just what I tell you."
"That's what I've heard you say before."
"Well, you hear me say it now," said Mr. Halsey sternly. "You do your
part and you need not fear that I shall not do mine."
"What is it you want me to do?"
"I have told you. I want you to take your motor-boat and carry that
little box to Mackinac. You mustn't let anybody see it, for it is
valuable and much of what you will get from me depends upon how
successful you are in keeping everybody away from that box, and
delivering it safely just where I tell you. I'm writing out the
directions," he added, as drawing a blank card from his pocket he hastily
wrote upon the back and then handed it to the ungainly man who apparently
was still not strongly impressed by the words he had heard.
As soon as this had been done Mr. Halsey advanced to the piano box and
lifting the cover thrust his hand into the meal.
The boys were unable to see the expression which came over his face, but
in their imagination they were both confident they knew how startling his
appearance was. They were still able to see Rufus in his seat in the cart
and the alarm which he quickly manifested was connected directly with the
failure of his employer to find the object for which he was seeking.
"Where's that box?" demanded Mr. Halsey, turning and approaching the
cart.
"I don't know nothing about the box," grumbled Rufus. "All I do is take
your boxes over to Mackinac or down to Western Duck Island. You promised
to give me ten dollars a day and I've spent ten days for you this summer
and you have paid me just twelve dollars and a half."
"If you'll find this box for me I will give you fifty dollars," declared
Mr. Halsey. His excitement was plainly manifest in his voice and John
trembled slightly as he assured himself that the box he had found was
still safely in his possession.
"Rufus," said Mr. Halsey sharply, "have you got that box?"
"No."
"Do you know where it is?"
"No."
"Do you know what is in it?"
"Something good, I suppose, but I don't know what it is."
"Rufus," said Mr. Halsey again after a brief silence, "I want you to give
up that box."
"I tell you I ain't got your box."
"You give me that box or I shall set the dogs on you."
Instantly the smuggler ran to the door to carry out his threat. He
whistled shrilly and in response to his call the three huge dogs came
bounding into the barn.
"I'll give you one more chance," said Mr. Halsey turning again to Rufus.
"You give me that box or get it and I'll give you fifty dollars. If you
don't do it, then we'll see what you can do against the dogs."
"I don't know nothing about your box," whined Rufus. It was plain now
that he was alarmed, but no one knew better than the waiting boys how
truthful his statement was.
And then an almost unaccountable event followed. Angered by the
persistent refusal of Rufus, Mr. Halsey turned sharply and said to the
dogs, "Bite him! Bite him!"
A wild yell from Rufus followed when the three huge dogs at once leaped
upon him. They were, however, possessed with the spirit of play and not
one of them did the trembling man any harm. In his terror Rufus had
slipped from his seat and when he tried to leap to the floor he fell in a
heap. A series of wild yells followed when the Great Danes came sniffing
about him, apparently puzzled by all the commotion.
Nor did they respond to the repeated demands of Mr. Halsey to attack the
prostrate man.
The screams of Rufus, however, had been heard in the house and now Mr.
Button and the Japanese were seen running swiftly toward the barn. At the
same time the excitement of the dogs increased and there were loud
barkings and yelpings as they ran and leaped about the place.
The little Japanese, however, as soon as he entered the barn threw back
his head and emitted another of his wild, hoarse laughs.
"What's the joke?" demanded Mr. Halsey angrily as he turned upon his
servant.
Again the Japanese laughed, and ignoring the question called to the dogs,
every one of which instantly obeyed his call. Both Fred and John were
convinced that if the Japanese should order the dogs to attack any one
his word instantly would be obeyed.
Meanwhile the manner of Rufus again quickly changed. Assured that he was
safe from an attack, the look of cunning again appeared in his little red
eyes and when the three men departed from the barn there was a swagger in
his walk as he led the way to the house.
As soon as the boys were convinced that the men had withdrawn, they
quickly descended the ladder and ran out into the yard.
"Look yonder," said John grasping his friend by the arm and pointing
toward the shore. "There are George and Grant and they are both coming
here."
"The more the merrier," laughed Fred, relieved by the sight of his
friends. "There will be less danger now than there was before. That man
Halsey is desperate. What have you done with the box?"
"I have got it here under my sweater," answered John in a low voice.
"Does it show?"
"Not much. I don't believe I should notice it unless I was looking for
it."
At that moment Mr. Button appeared in the doorway of the kitchen and
said, "Come into the house, boys."
"Wait a minute, Mr. Button," called John. "Come out here a minute."
The man glanced hastily behind him and then turned quickly around the
corner of the house. John at once joined him and in a low voice said, "We
got the box."
"Where is it?" whispered Mr. Button.
"Under my sweater."
"Let me see it."
Standing directly in the way so that no one coming from the house could
see him, Mr. Button glanced quickly at the box and then said, "Keep it,
John, and don't let any one see it and guard it as if your life depended
upon it."
"Is that the box you were looking for?" whispered John.
"Yes. Now we'll go into the house, or at least I shall. Perhaps you had
better stay here with Fred until I call you or come out."
George and Grant now had arrived, and laughingly the former said, "What's
the matter with you fellows? You're all covered with dust and dirt."
"Maybe you would be if you had been where we have."
"Where have you been?"
John was unable to explain, however, for at that moment both Mr. Button
and Mr. Halsey together came out of the house. The appearance of the
latter indicated that he was not so much angry as crestfallen and perhaps
alarmed as well. Mr. Button, however, was quiet in his manner and as he
glanced at the boys his confidence and pride were instantly manifest.
Rufus too came and joined the group and whispering to Fred said, "I want
to go with you when you leave."
"What's the matter, Rufus?" laughed Fred.
"I don't want to stay here after you go. There's something happened."
"What has happened?"
"I can't tell you."
"Well, I'll back you up, Rufus. I know you didn't take it."
For a moment the jaw of the ungainly man dropped and he stared blankly at
the boy. "What do you know about it?" he said at last.
"Not very much," laughed Fred. "If you want to go with us I'll see if Mr.
Button is willing."
The consent was readily obtained and in a brief time the party which now
consisted of six started toward the shore where their motor-boats were
waiting for their coming.
It was not long before all were on board, Rufus insisting upon taking his
place with Fred and John. It was on the same boat also that Mr. Button
sailed.
For a time, until the shores of Cockburn Island could no longer be seen,
silence rested upon the party. No one appeared about the house as they
looked back at the island from which they had come. Not even the dogs now
could be seen.
It was then that Mr. Button turning to the boys said, "I fancy you boys
are anxious to know what all this means."
"Yes, we are," said Fred quickly. "We know a little, but not very much
about it."
"This man," explained Mr. Button, "is one of the most expert smugglers of
diamonds in America. Sometimes he comes to New York, sometimes to Boston
and then again he lands at New Orleans or Baltimore."
"Why hasn't he ever been caught?" inquired John.
"He was caught once and brought to trial, but on some technicality he
went free. I had word that he was trying a new tack. Several times he has
landed at Montreal and then coming up the river has made his way across
the border hereabouts and taken his goods either to Chicago or Buffalo.
But we have run the rascal down at last."
"But you haven't got him," protested Fred.
"That's true. I couldn't take him on Canadian soil without extradition
papers. I have his diamonds, however, and he prefers to give them up
rather than take any chances of being arrested and handed over to our
government."
"It's a strange way to smuggle," said John thoughtfully.
"All smugglers are strange. I have been in the employ of the government a
good many years and I never have found one that wasn't 'strange.'"
"What do you suppose those diamonds are worth?" inquired Fred.
"According to the word we have received," replied Mr. Button, "there are
diamonds in that box valued at from $10,000 to $15,000."
"Whew!" said John. "I guess I will hand it over to you right away. You
had better take it," he said as he drew the box from its hiding place and
handed it to the Government Agent.
"I want to thank you boys for the part you have taken," continued Mr.
Button, "and I shall not forget about other rewards. I think the first
real evidence I had came when the clerk at the hotel by mistake gave you
my letter. Why did you write those letters!" he added turning abruptly
upon Rufus, as he spoke.
"What letters?" demanded Rufus.
"About the smuggler."
For a moment the ungainly man appeared to be somewhat confused; then,
rising from his seat and throwing back his shoulders, he said proudly, "I
could not leave those diamonds on my conscience. I had to tell you about
it."
"I wonder if that is the real reason. Did you get all the pay that Mr.
Halsey promised you?"
"Not yet," said Rufus, "but I will have it pretty soon. What are you
laughing at!" he demanded abruptly as he turned toward the boys who were
all manifestly enjoying the scene.
"We're laughing to think that Halsey gave up his goods rather than take a
chance of an arrest. Of course he did not know that we had them. By the
way, Mr. Button, do you think it is right for us to take them?"
"Right! Why not?" demanded Mr. Button.
"Why, they aren't ours."
"That is true. They belong to the United States, or will very soon."
"But you took them on Canadian soil."
"Did I take them?" inquired Mr. Button smiling as he spoke.
"No, we took them," acknowledged Fred. "Perhaps we'll get into trouble."
"You need have no fear of that. They were simply confiscated on one side
of the line instead of on the other and really this man Halsey has no
just claim to them."
"This has been a great summer," said Fred enthusiastically. "There's been
something stirring every day. We have been going from one excitement to
another about as fast as we could go. But now we have come to the end."
"Oh, no," laughed Mr. Button. "You haven't gotten to the end by any
manner of means. Go ahead boys never turn backward. I think you will find
that you have still more exciting experiences before you."
"Then we'll go ahead and try them," laughed John.
"But not to-night," said Fred. "We'll be in Mackinac in a little while."
"It doesn't make any difference," declared John. "We'll go ahead wherever
we are."
THE END
End of Project Gutenberg's The Go Ahead Boys on Smugglers' Island, by Ross Kay