RALPH INVESTIGATES THE EXPLOSION.
“What happened? What exploded?” demanded Ralph, ignoring the man’s
manner purposely.
“I suppose you figure that it’s some of your bally business?” was the
response, in loud, bullying tones. “We’ve not got much use for Yankees
this side of the line, and you can put that in your pipe, smoke it and
just dig out.”
Ralph’s anger began to rise. The tone in which the man spoke, his utter
ignoring of their kindly purpose in coming ashore, and the scene they
had just witnessed, all combined to put him in a ferment. Ralph didn’t
often get angry, but when he did, like men said of his father in the
financial district, he “made things hum.” His companions heard his jaws
click in the well-remembered fashion.
“I asked you a proper question in a decent way, my man,” he said, in a
quiet voice, controlling his anger with an effort.
“And I don’t choose to answer you. That’s enough, ain’t it? Now get!”
The tones were peremptory.
“Don’t move a step,” said Ralph to his companions. “This fellow has no
business to order us about.”
The man had, by this time, advanced quite close to them. They saw he was
tall, rather swarthy and fairly well dressed. He did not look like a man
who “used the river,” as the phrase goes, for those who make their
living from the waters of the St. Lawrence.
“I’ll order you about just as much as I please,” he snapped angrily,
seemingly in a towering rage. “This island is mine.”
“I’ll have to contradict you there,” rejoined Ralph calmly. “Since the
time of the Fenian invasion the island has been a sort of no-man’s-land.
The United States and Canada have not yet decided to which government it
belongs. We’ve as much right here as you have.”
“You impudent young whelp, don’t accuse me of telling an untruth!”
“I’m doing no such thing,” retorted Ralph bluntly. “I’m stating facts
and—you’re not.”
“Well, anyhow, you can’t land here. I’ve no idea where you came from,
but I don’t want you here; so get out before I drive you out.”
“You’ll have to answer me a few questions first. What exploded here?”
“What do you think you are? A bloomin’ bobby?”
“No, I don’t think I’m a policeman; but neither I nor my friends here
intend to leave till we know more about this explosion. If you have
explosives stored here you are a menace to the other islanders, of whom
my father is one.”
“A lot I care about that. Are you going?”
“No.”
“Then take that!”
The man made a rush at Ralph, apparently meaning to throw him off the
dock on which they were still standing. But before he could reach him
something happened; or rather, two things happened at once.
Something twining and snake-like in its grip encircled the man’s legs;
almost at the same time, deprived of his footing, he sat down violently
and with a sad loss of dignity.
It was Harry Ware’s doing. Seeing that trouble was impending, and
knowing Ralph well enough to realize that his chum would not yield to
rough coercion, he had bethought himself of the only weapon they had.
This was a heavy weight attached to a long line which was sometimes used
as an anchor when they went fishing in the tender. To hasten to the boat
and bring back the weight and the attached line was the work of little
more than a moment.
The boy returned with his improvised weapon just in time to behold the
man’s onslaught. He swung the weight and then suddenly released it. The
heavy iron shot out and in a jiffy it had swung the rope round and round
the man’s legs, effectually depriving him of the power to move, without
injuring him in the slightest, except in his self-respect.
[Illustration: The heavy iron shot out and in a jiffy it had swung the
rope round and round the man’s legs.]
“You infernal young demons!” yelled the man furiously, as he sat
helpless on the dock.
The force of his fall had shaken him, and this had not helped to improve
his temper.
“Come, calling us bad names won’t do any good,” soothed Ralph.
“I’ll have you arrested! I’ll have the law on you! See if I don’t,”
bawled the man, struggling to release himself from the encircling rope.
“I wouldn’t talk about law right now,” warned Ralph, in smooth, even
tones. “The law might be interested to know something about this
explosion to-night, you know.”
“Yah-h-h-h-h-h!” snarled the man. His anger and humiliation had rendered
him incapable of any more articulate form of speech.
“Come on, boys, we’ll go up to the ruins,” said Ralph, while the man
still struggled with his bonds. In the darkness he was having a hard
time to untangle them.
“Don’t you dare go up near that hut,” he roared at the top of his voice.
“See here, my friend, you’ve said enough,” hailed back Ralph, as,
together, the three chums set off for the glowing timbers that marked
the smoldering remains of the hut.
“I’ll fix you,” roared the man, springing to his feet and rushing after
the boys the instant he succeeded in getting loose.
“Don’t make any attempt to interfere with us,” warned Ralph, as the man
rushed at them.
“Oh, I won’t, eh? Well, you’ll see. I’ll just——”
Whack! As the man pounced on him, Ralph’s fist shot out like a piston
rod on a compound engine.
It appeared to have almost as much “kick,” too, for the man went down
like a stone and lay on the ground, using bad language and threatening
the Border Boys with all sorts of terrible things.
“Stop using profanity,” advised Ralph; “it never did anybody any good
and never will. Besides, we don’t care to hear it. Good night.”
“I’ll fix you, you young jackanapes,” screamed the man, still, however,
not rising from the ground. “How dare you strike me? How dare you——”
“Remember, I warned you not to interfere with us,” rejoined Ralph,
perfectly coolly; “you have only yourself to blame. I simply defended
myself against an unjustifiable assault.”
“Unjustifiable!” shouted the man. “Is it unjustifiable for you to
intrude in my affairs? Is it unjustifiable to come butting in——”
“Where we appear to be needed?” said Ralph, suddenly pausing in an
attitude of keen attention. “Hark, boys!”
From the neighborhood of the ruins there had come a low groan.
“There’s somebody suffering there! Come on!” shouted Ralph.
The others needed no second urging to the rescue. Followed by the
imprecations of the man they left behind, they hastened on toward the
smoking pile that marked the site of the hut.