ARRESTED FOR PIRACY
The _Rambler_, drifting broadside to the current, threatened to strike
full upon a rocky promontory projecting from the island which lay in
the course of the boat. In vain Case tugged at the tiller ropes. There
was no steerage way, and the boat was beyond control.
"It looks like the last of the _Rambler_!" Case cried as the boat
drifted down. "The rock ahead will cut her in two if we strike it."
But there was a current crossing the rocky point from north to south,
and the boat, catching it, was drawn away, so that in time, she came,
stern first, to the curve of a little channel into which the waters
drew. For a moment, the prow swung out, and the possibility of a
continuation of the vagrant journey was imminent.
However, before the sweep of water turned the prow fairly around, Alex
was over the gunwale, clinging with all his might to the broken cable.
Clay and Jule were at his side in a moment and, half swimming, half
stumbling, quite up to their chins in the cold water, they held the
boat until the current swept it farther over on the sandy beach that
bordered the cove.
"There you are!" shouted Alex, wading, dripping, from the river. "The
next time I take a trip on the _Rambler_, I'm going to wear a diving
suit. I'm dead tired of getting wet."
"You're lucky not to be at the bottom of the river!" Clay announced.
The rowboat, which lay upon the roof of the cabin, was now brought
down, a cable was taken out of the store room, and the _Rambler_
firmly secured to a great rock which towered above the slope of the
cove.
The boys stood for a moment looking over the surface of the river,
still bathed in moonlight, then Alex rushed into the cabin and brought
out a field glass.
"What I want to know just now, is who cut that cable," he said.
"That's easy," Jule replied. "It was the innocent little boy who had
read all about the _Rambler_ in the Quebec newspaper."
Alex swept the river with the glass for a time and then passed it to
Clay.
"There he goes," he said, "away up the river, heading for St. Luce!
That's the boy who disconnected the electricity and cut the cable.
That's the boy who we will even up with when we catch him, too."
"And you're the boy who'll wash dishes for a week for talking slang!"
Jule taunted.
"I'd wash dishes for a month if I could get hold of that rat,"
answered Alex, angrily. "He came near wrecking the _Rambler_!"
"Well," Clay said, "we may as well be getting the motors into shape.
We can't stay on this island long."
"If we do, there's no knowing what will happen," Jule suggested.
"We've had two letters and a runaway to-night and the next thing is
likely to be a stick of dynamite."
"Say, suppose we repair the electric apparatus and get away from this
vicinity right now," suggested Case, "I don't like the looks of
things."
"Now, look here," Alex cut in, "I'm ready to get out of this section,
but do you mind what the first letter said about going north? Now that
means something. If the first letter hadn't told us to go north, and
the men who threw the second letter hadn't believed that we were
obeying instructions, we wouldn't have been interfered with. Now,
there's a friendly force here, and a hostile force. The friendly
people may be mistaken in our identity, but that doesn't alter the
fact that the hostile element is out to do us a mischief.
"I'd like to find out what it is the friendly force expects us to do.
If we can learn that, we'll know why the hostile force is opposing us.
And so, it looks to me that instead of running away, we would better
find out what is wanted of us. How does that strike you, fellows?
Isn't that deduction worthy of Sherlock Holmes?"
"All right," Clay declared, "I'm willing to investigate, but we
mustn't spend all our time looking into one mystery, for if we have
the same luck we had on other trips, we are likely to come across
several more before we go back to Chicago."
"I'd like to know," Case said, as they brought up an extra anchor and
a new cable, "why we were dumped on this island."
"To get us out of the way, probably," Jule commented. "They
undoubtedly expected to steal or wreck the _Rambler_."
"But the _Rambler_," Alex laughed, "has the luck of the Irish, so
she's still able to travel."
The island upon which the boat had been cast, lay only a short
distance from the south shore of the river. In fact, at low water,
when the tide was out, it might have been possible to pass to the
mainland on dry ground.
Its location was not more than two miles below the little landing at
St. Luce. In fact, as the boys afterwards decided, it must have been
from this island that the signal flame had burned early in the
evening.
Working busily on the repairs, the boys did not notice the arrival
upon the island of two roughly dressed fellows, who landed from a
small boat and who took great pains to keep rocky elevations between
themselves and the cove where the boat lay.
"I wonder," Jule asked, sitting down on the prow after a struggle with
the new cable, "whether the stories I have read about wreckers along
the St. Lawrence are true."
While the boys discussed the possibility of wreckers working along the
stream, one of the two men clambered to an elevation which was in turn
hidden from the cove by a higher one and waved a red and blue
handkerchief toward the shore.
The tide was now running out, and the channel between the island and
the mainland swirled like a mill-race. This, however, did not prevent
the launching of a boat from the shore, the same being manned by four
men. They edged along the shore and then, passing boldly into the
current, landed on the island at a point east of the cove. There they
secreted their boat and moved on toward the place where the boys, all
unconscious of their presence, were repairing the damages wrought by
their treacherous guest.
It was Captain Joe who gave the first intimation of the presence of
others on the island. He sprang from the boat, paddled through the
shallow water between the hull and the shore, and set out for the
elevation where the man who had signaled had been standing.
The boys heard a cry of pain, a shout of anger and a pistol shot, and
then Captain Joe came running back to where the _Rambler_ lay.
"What was it you said about wreckers?" Case asked with a startled
look. "No beast or bird fired that shot!"
"I was only wondering," Jule answered, "whether there are really
wreckers at work along the river. That's the answer!"
"Well," Clay said, "we'll get on the boat to talk it over! In the
meantime, we'll be putting space between the _Rambler_ and this
island. If ever a wrecker's beacon told where to lure a boat to be
plundered, that flame we saw on the island told our sneaking guest
when to cut the _Rambler_ loose!"
The boys hastened on board and Clay ran to the motors. At that
instant, four men made their appearance on the ledge above the cove,
beckoning with their hands and calling out to the boys that they had
something of importance to say to them.
"They look to me like triple-plated thieves," Alex commented, "and I
wouldn't be caught on an island with them for a farm."
Captain Joe seemed to approve of this decision, for he stood with his
feet braced, growling furiously at the beckoning men.
"Boat ahoy!" one of the men cried. "We have a message for you."
"All right," Case answered, "you may send it by wireless."
"But it is important!" came from the man.
During this brief conversation, the motors were slowly drawing the
_Rambler_ out of the sandy cove, the electric connection having been
made, and the men were rapidly approaching the shore. The boat moved
slowly, for the keel was dragging slightly in the sand, and the
wreckers, if such they were, stood at the water's edge before the
craft was more than a dozen yards away.
Directly, all appearance of friendship ceased, and the men stood
threatening the boys with automatic guns.
"Run back!" one of the men cried, "or we'll pick you off like
pigeons!"
The boys had already taken their automatic revolvers from the cabin,
and now, instead of obeying the command of the outlaws, they dropped
down behind the gunwale and sent forth a volley not intended to
injure, but only to frighten.
Apparently undismayed by the shots, the outlaws passed boldly down the
shore line seeking to keep pace with the motor boat as she drew out of
the cove. Every moment the motors were gaining speed. In another
minute, the _Rambler_ would be entirely beyond the reach of the
outlaws.
Apparently hopeless of coercing the boys into a return, the outlaws
now began shooting. Bullets pinged against the gunwale and imbedded
themselves in the walls of the cabin but did no damage.
A tinge of color was now showing in the east. Birds were astir in the
moving currents of the air, and lights flashed dimly forth from the
distant houses of St. Luce. Against the ruddy glow of the sky, a river
steamer lifted its column of smoke. Observing the approach of the
vessel, the outlaws redoubled their efforts to frighten the boys into
instant submission.
However, the _Rambler_ was gaining speed, and the incident would have
been closed in a moment if the connection made between the batteries
and the motors had not become disarranged. In the haste of making the
repairs, the work had not been properly done.
The propeller ceased its revolutions and the boat dropped back toward
the cove. Evidently guessing what had taken place on board, the
outlaws gathered at the point where it seemed certain that she would
become beached.
Understanding what would take place if the motor boat dropped back,
the boys fired volley after volley in order to attract the attention
of those on the steamer. There came a jangling of bells from the
advancing craft, and she slowed down and headed for the point. The
outlaws fired a parting volley and disappeared among the rocks.
The steamer continued on her course toward the little island, but
paused a few yards away and the boys saw a rowboat dropped to the
river. The _Rambler_ continued to drift toward the beach she had so
recently left and the rowboat headed for that point.
Fearful that the boat would again come within reach of the outlaws,
Clay and Case now rushed to the prow, and threw the supply anchor over
just in time to prevent a collision between a nest of rocks and the
stern of the boat.
The outlaws were now out of sight, and the boys felt secure in the
protection of the steamer, but directly the situation was changed, for
a show of arms was seen on board the rowboat, and the boys were
suddenly ordered to throw up their hands.
"You fellows are nicely rigged out--fine motor boat, and all that,"
one of the men in the boat shouted, "but the days of river pirates on
the St. Lawrence are over. You are all under arrest."
"Gee whiz!" shouted Alex. "Is this what you call a pinch?"
"It is what we call a clean-up," replied one of the men in the boat,
rowing up to the _Rambler_. "We've been watching for you fellows, and
now we've got you."
"And what are you going to do with us?" asked Clay restraining his
anger and indignation with difficulty.
"We're going to take you up to Quebec and put you on trial for
piracy!"
"That'll be fine!" Jule commented.
The boys tried to smile and make light of the situation as the four
men from the steamer boarded the _Rambler_, but they all understood
that it was a very serious proposition that they were facing.