JAKE HOOVER'S CAPTURE
"You're a fine lot," declared Jake, something about Trenwith's manner
seeming to steady him so that he could talk intelligibly. "You tell me I
won't get into any trouble if I come here, and then I find it's a trap!"
"No one told you anything of the sort, my lad," said Trenwith, sharply.
"You promised to go to Mr. Jamieson and tell him what you knew. No one
made you any promises at all, except that you were told you wouldn't
have any reason to regret doing it."
Jake looked at Eleanor balefully.
"She's too sharp, that's what she is," he complained bitterly. "I might
ha' known she was playing a trick on me--gettin' me to stay here and eat
a fine supper. I suppose she went and sent word to you while I was doing
it."
"Of course I did, Jake," said Eleanor quietly. "I telephoned to Mr.
Trenwith even before you had your supper because I knew that if I didn't
do something to keep you here with us, you'd run away again. But I did
it as much for your sake as for Bessie's."
"Yes, you did--not!" said Jake. "Why shouldn't you let me go now, then,
if that is so?"
"Listen to me, my buck," said Trenwith, sternly. "You're not going to do
yourself any good by getting fresh to this lady, I can tell you that.
You're pretty well scared, aren't you? You told her that you were afraid
of what Holmes would do to you?"
But Jake, alarmed by Trenwith's mention of the name of the man he
feared, shut his lips obstinately, and wouldn't say a word in answer.
Trenwith smiled cheerfully.
"Oh, you needn't talk now, unless you want to," he said. "I know all you
could tell me about that, anyhow. You've been up to some mischief, and
they've kept on telling you that if you didn't behave yourself they'd
give you away."
Jake's hangdog look showed that to be true, although he still maintained
his obstinate silence.
"Well, I happen to be charged with enforcing the law around here, and
it's my duty to see that criminals are brought to justice. I don't know
just what you've done, but I'll find out, and I'll see that you are
turned over to the proper authorities--unless you can do something that
will make it worth while to let you off. So, you see, you've got just as
much reason to be afraid of us as of the gang you've been training with.
"They won't be able to help you now, either, even if they should want
to--and I don't believe they want to, when it comes to that, I've always
found that crooks will desert their best friends if it seems to them
that they'll get something out of doing it. So if you're trusting to
them to get you out of this scrape, you're making a big mistake."
"You'd better listen to what Mr. Trenwith says, Jake," said Eleanor.
"You think I've led you into a trap here. Well, I have, in a way. You'll
have to go to jail for a little while, anyhow. But you're safer there
than you would be if you were free. We're all willing to be your
friends, for your father's sake. If we can, we'll get you out of this
trouble you are in. But you will have to help us. Think it over."
"What's the use?" said Jake, sullenly. "I ain't got nothin' to tell you,
because I don't know nothin'. An' if I did--"
"You'd better take him along, Jones," said Trenwith to the policeman.
"It's quite evident that we'll get nothing out of him to-night. And I
don't see any use wasting time on him while he's in this frame of mind."
And so Jake, whining and protesting, was taken away. As soon as he was
out of sight and hearing Trenwith's manner changed.
"By George," he said, excitedly, "that's a good piece of work! There's
something mighty interesting coming off here pretty soon. I'm not at
liberty to tell you what it is yet, but I had a long talk on the
telephone with Charlie just before you called me, Eleanor, and there are
going to be ructions!"
"Oh, I suppose we mustn't ask you to tell us, if you've promised not to
do it," said Eleanor, "but I do wish we knew!"
She didn't seem to notice that he had called her by her first name--a
privilege that was not accorded, as a rule, to those who had no more of
an acquaintance with her than Billy Trenwith. But he had done it so
naturally, and with so little thought, that she could hardly have
resented it, anyway. But Dolly noticed it, and nudged Bessie
mischievously.
"Then you really think we're going to find something out from Jake, Mr.
Trenwith?" asked Dolly.
"We'll find a way to make him talk, never fear," said Trenwith. "The
boy's a natural born coward. He'll do anything to save his own skin if
he finds he's in real trouble and that the others of his gang can't help
him. I don't think he's naturally bad or vicious--I think he's just
weak. He was spoiled by his mother, wasn't he? He acts the way a good
many boys do who have been treated that way. He's not got enough
strength of character to keep him from taking the easiest path. If a
thing seems safe, he's willing to do it to avoid trouble."
"You know there's just one thing that occurs to me," said Eleanor,
looking worried. "Jake may have come here with some vague idea of
telling us what he knew. But suppose he has seen Holmes or some of the
others since Bessie got him to promise to go to Charlie Jamieson in the
city?"
"I hoped you wouldn't think of that," said Trenwith, gravely. "I thought
of it, too. You mean he might have been here just as a spy, with no idea
of showing himself at all?"
"The way he acted makes it look as if that was just why he was here,
too," said Dolly. "He was sneaking around, and he certainly didn't seem
very pleased when Bessie found him."
"He did his best to squirm away," said Bessie. "If Zara hadn't been so
nervous while we were eating supper I would never have thought of going
after him, either. But she seems to be able to see things and hear
things, in some queer fashion, when no one else can."
"That's a good thing for the rest of us," said Trenwith with a smile.
"She's a useful person to have around at a time like this. I'm going to
have a couple of my men--detectives--stay around here to-night to keep
an eye on things. It's likely, of course, that there's nothing to be
afraid of, but just the same, we don't want to take any chances."
"I'm glad you've done that," said Eleanor. "I don't think I'm the
ordinary type of timid woman, but I must confess that all these things
worry me, and I'll feel a lot safer if I know that we are not entirely
at the mercy of any trick they try to play on us to-night. They seem to
be getting bolder all the time."
"Well, after all you know, that's one of the most hopeful things about
the whole business. It means that they're getting desperate--that their
time is getting short. They feel that if they don't succeed soon they
never will, because it will be too late. All we've got to do is to stand
them off a little longer, and the whole business will be settled and
done with.
"I've got to get back to Bay City to-night. If anything happens, don't
hesitate to call me up, no matter what time it is. If I'm out at any
time you do have to call me, I'll leave word where I'm going, so that if
you tell them at my house who you are, they'll find me. Good-night!"
Neither Dolly nor Bessie slept well that night. Jake's appearance had
been disturbing; it seemed to both of them much more likely that his
coming heralded some new attempt by Holmes, rather than a desire on his
part to confess. But the night passed without anything to rouse them,
and in the morning their fears seemed rather foolish, as fears are apt
to do when they are examined in the sunlight of a new day.
"I don't see what they can do, after all," said Dolly. "There aren't any
woods around here as there were at Long Lake. We're all in sight of the
camp and of one another all the time, and they certainly won't be able
to work that trick of setting the tents on fire again."
"I guess you're right," said Bessie. "It seems different this morning,
somehow. I was worried enough last night but I feel a whole lot better
now. I'm glad it's such a beautiful day. The weather makes a lot of
difference in the way you feel. It always does with me, I know."
"I'm going out in the sloop after breakfast," said Dolly. "That is, if
Miss Eleanor says it's all right. There's a lot more wind than there was
yesterday, and we can have some good fun."
"Can I go, too?" asked Bessie. "You were quite right when you told me
I'd love the seashore, Dolly. Do you remember how I said I was sorry we
were leaving the mountains?"
"Oh, I knew it would fascinate you, just as it does me. So you've given
up your love for the mountains?"
"Not a bit of it! I love them as much as ever, but I've found out that
the seashore has attractive things about it, too. And I think sailing,
the way we did yesterday, is about the nicest of all."
"Then you just wait until we get out there to-day, with a real breeze,
and a good sea running. That's going to be something you've never even
dreamed of."
They had hearty appetites for breakfast in spite of their restless and
disturbed sleep, for the bracing effects of their swim, taken before the
meal, more than made up for the lack of proper rest. And after breakfast
Dolly asked permission to go out in the sloop, since one of the very few
rules of the Camp Fire, and one strictly enforced, had to do with water
sports.
None of the girls were ever allowed to go in swimming unless the
Guardian was present, and the same rules applied to boating and
sailing--with the added restriction that no girl who did not know how to
swim well enough to pass certain tests was allowed to go in a boat at
all. Moreover, bathing suits had always to be worn when in a boat.
"Indeed you may," said Eleanor, when Dolly asked her question. "And will
you take me with you? I'd like to be out on that sea to-day. It looks
glorious."
"We'll love to have you along," said Dolly. "How soon may we start?"
"It's eight o'clock," said Eleanor, looking at her watch. "We can start
at ten. That will allow plenty of time after eating. Of course, we don't
intend to go in the water, but you never can tell--it's squally to-day,
and we might be upset. And that's one thing I don't believe in taking
chances with. A cramp will make the best swimmer in the world perfectly
helpless in the water, and about every case of cramps I ever heard of
came from going in the water too soon after a meal."
When they were aboard the _Eleanor_ and scooting through the opening in
the bar, Bessie found that the conditions were indeed very different
from those of the previous afternoon. The wind had changed and become
much heavier, and as the _Eleanor_ went along, she dipped her bow
continually, so that the spray rose and drenched all on board. But there
was something splendidly exciting and invigorating about it, and she
loved every new sensation that came to her.
"Here's the _Defiance_ coming out," said Eleanor, after they had been
enjoying the sport for half an hour. "Gladys must like this sort of a
breeze, too."
"She does, but she's never had as much of it as I have," said Dolly. "I
hope she understands it well enough not to make any mistakes. A boat
like this takes a good deal of handling in a heavy breeze, and it seems
to me that she's carrying a good deal of sail."
"She seems to be getting along all right, though," said Eleanor, after
watching the _Defiance_ for a few minutes. "Why, Dolly, I wonder what
she's doing now."
The maneuvres of the _Defiance_ seemed strange enough to prompt
Eleanor's question, for, no matter how Dolly tacked, the _Defiance_
followed her, drawing nearer all the time. Since Dolly had no sort of
definite purpose in mind, it was plain that Gladys was simply following
her. And soon the reason was apparent.
"She's trying to race; she wants to show that she can beat us to-day
when there's plenty of wind," said Dolly. "If she wanted to race, why
didn't she say so?"
"Well, give her her way, Dolly," said Eleanor. "Keep straight on now for
a little while and see if she can beat you. We're just about on even
terms now."
And on even terms they stayed. Sometimes one, sometimes the other seemed
to gain a little advantage, but it was plain that the boats, as well as
the skippers, were very evenly matched. Since there was no agreement to
race, Dolly had the choice of courses, and in a spirit of mischief she
came about frequently. And every time she changed her course Gladys
followed suit.
Although the boats were often within easy hailing distance, Gladys
avoided Dolly's eyes, and nothing was said by those on either sloop.
They were satisfied with the fun of this impromptu racing. But at last,
when they were perhaps a mile from the opening in the bar, and very
close together, Eleanor, looking at her watch, saw that it was nearly
time for lunch.
"You'd better turn for home now, Dolly," she said. "Suppose I give
Gladys a hail and suggest a race to the bar?"
"All right," agreed Dolly.
"Gladys!" Eleanor sent her clear voice across the water, and Gladys
answered with a wave of her hands. She seemed in better humor than she
had been the day before.
"We're going in now. Want to race to the bar?"
"All right!" called Gladys, in answer, and came about smartly. She had
been quick, but Dolly was just as quick, and they were on the most even
terms imaginable as the race began.
But Dolly and the _Eleanor_ had one advantage that Gladys was not slow
to recognize. The _Eleanor_ had the inside course. In a close finish
that would be very likely to spell the difference between victory and
defeat, since, to reach the opening, Gladys would either have to get far
enough ahead to cross the _Eleanor's_ bows or else to cross behind her,
which would entail so much loss of time that Dolly would be certain to
bring her craft home a winner. But since the previous racing had shown
the _Defiance_ to be just a trifle swifter before the wind, that
advantage seemed to be one that Gladys could easily overcome.
Now that she was racing, however, Dolly changed her tactics. Fresh as
the wind was, she shook out a reef in her mainsail, and as they neared
the bar the _Eleanor_ actually carried more canvas than Gladys dared to
keep on the _Defiance_. Being less used to heavy going than Dolly, she
was not so sure of the strength of her sticks, and reckless though she
was, she was too wise to be willing to take a chance of being dismasted.
And so the advantage that Gladys had to gain to be able to cross the
_Eleanor's_ bows seemed to be impossible for her to attain. The
_Eleanor_ did not go ahead, but she held her own, and she had the right
of way.
"You're going to beat her again, and fair and square this time," said
Eleanor, excitedly. "She won't be able to say a word to this!"
"Look!" said Dolly, suddenly. "She's going to cross me--and she's got no
right to do it!" She shouted loudly. "Gladys! Gladys! I'll run you down!
Don't do that! I've got the right of way!"
But Gladys kept on with a mocking laugh. Furious at the trick, Dolly put
her helm hard over, and the _Eleanor_ came up in the wind.
"That's a mean trick, if you like!" cried Dolly, indignantly. "In a
regular race, if she did a thing like that, the other boat would run her
down, and would win on a foul. But she knew very well I'd give up the
position rather than cause an accident!"
The check to the _Eleanor_ was only for a moment, but it was enough to
throw her off her course and make it certain that the _Defiance_ would
reach the bar first.
"Never mind, Dolly. You did the right thing," said Eleanor, quietly. "I
think she's quite welcome to the race, if she cares enough about winning
it to play a trick like that!"
Bessie was up in the bow, looking intently at the _Defiance_. And now as
Gladys came up to get the straight course again, something went wrong.
By some mistaken handling of her helm she had lost her proper direction,
and to her amazement Bessie saw the boom come over sharply. She saw it,
too, strike Gladys on the head--and the next moment the _Defiance_ gybed
helplessly, while Gladys was swept overboard.
Bessie did not hesitate a moment. She had seen that blow struck by the
boom, and with a cry of warning she plunged overboard as they swept by
the helpless _Defiance_, and with powerful strokes made for the place
where Gladys had gone overboard. Gladys had gone straight down, but
Bessie had marked the spot, and she dived as she reached it, and met her
coming up. She clutched her in a moment, and was on the surface almost
at once, holding Gladys, and looking for Dolly and the _Eleanor_. Dolly
would return for her at once, she knew, if she had seen Gladys go over.
But, to her amazement the sloop was heading for the bar, sailing away
from her fast! Dolly had not seen her and, for a moment, Bessie was
badly scared.