MR. JASPER SURPRISED.
“Don’t move, you!” the man called out, threateningly; “I’ve got you
covered; and I’m desperate enough to shoot, if you rile me just so far.
Get that?”
Thad managed to preserve his level head in spite of the seriousness of
the conditions. It had always been one of his strongest points that when
an emergency arose he could calmly meet it. In times past this sterling
trait had placed him head and shoulders above the other scouts, and had
considerable to do with making him the assistant scoutmaster of Cranford
Troop.
He knew that this man was in a frame of mind to do almost anything
wicked. He had always been a bad man, and now that his whole future
depended on his getting safely out of the country with the plunder he
had lately stolen, it was not likely he would let anything stand in his
way.
Thad began to use some of the shrewdness that a scout should always aim
to have at his command when placed in a position of this sort.
He saw something moving just a little way behind Jasper, and quickly
realized that this must be the swamp guide. Alligator Smith had allowed
the man to pass him by, but he was now creeping up like a panther back
of him, advancing inches at a time, but with the utmost care, and
meaning when the proper second came to spring upon Jasper’s shoulders.
So Thad knew that it was his duty to hold the attention of the man in
some way or other, until his confederate could cover the little space
that still separated him from his intended victim.
Once let Tom Smith make that plunge, and the chances were he would fix
matters, so that Jasper would not be left in any condition to do further
damage.
Above all else Thad knew that under no consideration must he allow the
man to suspect that he was only trying to hold his attention for a deep
purpose. And in order to make the matter stronger Thad determined to
stagger Jasper by revealing his identity. Anything at all so that he
could cause him to remain just where he was, and allow the other to
reach him.
“Oh! I surrender, all right, so please don’t think of using your gun. It
isn’t at all necessary, you see!” and as he said this the boy held up
his hands, both of which were free; for he had allowed his rifle to fall
to the ground at the time he seized upon the extended hands of the girl,
outstretched to him.
“However did you get over here: and what’s that uniform mean?” demanded
Jasper, who was apparently almost stunned with surprise.
“Why, you see, I belong to the Boy Scouts,” remarked Thad, off-hand;
“and you must know they’re always interested in boats, motorcycles,
aeroplanes and all such things. And it looks like a fellow would need a
flying machine to cross that sink of mud around this place.”
“An aeroplane! You an air pilot?” exclaimed the man, hardly knowing
whether it could be true, or that this boy might be deceiving him for a
purpose. “I’d never believe it unless you showed me your machine. What
were you doing holding the hands of my daughter? There’s something more
about this thing than you’ve admitted! I’m beginning to suspect that you
came here with some purpose!”
Only another minute, Thad expected, would be necessary; Alligator Smith
was making good progress, and must soon be in position to hurl himself
upon the unsuspecting Jasper, wrestling with these staggering facts.
“Well, that’s right, Mr. Jasper, I did come here for a good reason!”
Thad went on to say composedly, hoping that he could manage to hold the
attention of the other just a brief space of time longer.
“You know me!” gasped the man, still further amazed; “who are you, boy?
I demand that you tell me, and in a hurry too, if you understand what’s
good for you.” and he made a significant movement with the hand that
gripped the pistol.
“My name is one you’ve heard before, Mr. Jasper. I’m Thad Brewster!”
That was almost like a thunderclap to the rascal. It must have brought
up before his mind’s eye many things connected with his wretched past.
When he had succeeded in digesting it better no doubt he would show
signs of anger; he might even think of raising his hand to do the lad
injury; because when one has bitterly wronged another he is apt to hate
him in the bargain. But just then Jasper was too utterly astonished to
even show rage.
“You Thad Brewster?” he cried out, his hand falling to his side from
weakness, as he stared into the face of the boy who stood there, and
calmly confronted him.
“Yes, and I have come to find my little sister, Pauline, the girl you
stole away from my mother many years ago. There’s no use in saying that
you didn’t, because I have plenty of proof. Why, anybody could tell from
her looks alone that she was a Brewster. And of course you’ll let her go
back with me, Mr. Jasper. You must have long ago repented having been so
cruel to my poor mother, who died, mostly from grieving after her lost
baby. You can go your way, and let Pauline be with me. You will, won’t
you?”
Of course Thad was talking in this way for the simple reason that he
must say something to hold the attention of the man, because the
critical moment was close at hand. And he had really taken the strongest
measures possible for riveting the mind of Jasper upon what he was
saying. A dozen seconds more, and it would all be over; so the
scoutmaster was determined that he would continue to grip Jasper’s mind
for that length of time.
The man laughed, now, a little hoarsely.
“Of all the nerve I ever met up with, you take the premium!” he
remarked, with a vein of sarcasm in his voice. “I guess you are a
Brewster, all right, and a chip of the old block in the bargain. But
you’re off your reckoning if you think I’m going to let that little girl
get away from me. Why, I’m just beginning to care for her; and in some
distant country she’ll make me a fine, dutiful daughter for my old age.
And it’ll be a sweet morsel for me to roll under my tongue, having a
child of Henry Brewster to wait on me!”
“Then she is my sister; you don’t try to deny that, do you?” demanded
the boy, like a flash.
“Why should I, when it adds to my pleasure to see you hate to lose her?”
answered the other; and then beginning to scowl savagely he went on to
say while he waved his deadly weapon to and fro: “however you came over
here, you’re not going back again in a hurry, to betray me to my
enemies. I’ll just tie you up, neck and crop, and perhaps leave you
here, monarch of all you survey, when Polly and myself make up our minds
to skip out. Don’t move a finger now, boy, or it will be the worse for
you!”
“Oh! I’ve got both hands held up, as you see; and as there’s all of
twenty feet between us, why I couldn’t do anything even if I wanted to.
But would money induce you to let me take my sister away with me? You
always liked money, Mr. Jasper; and if you saw a chance to make twenty
thousand dollars perhaps you’d change your mind, and go off without
Polly. Huh! I guess you will, anyway. Whoop! hold him tight, Tom Smith;
and here’s helping you if you need it!”
The swamp hunter had finally made his leap, and with such success that
he landed on the back of Jasper, bearing the rascal heavily to the
ground. Of course the man struggled furiously; but he was as a pigmy in
the grip of the stalwart alligator-skin hunter, who not only prevented
him from using the weapon he held, but forced him to drop the same, by
bending back his arm until he almost broke it.
Thad jumped forward, and secured the dangerous weapon; after which felt
that the case was so nearly settled that it would be safe to call the
rest of the sheriff’s posse up. Accordingly he let out a loud “cooee”
that would mean a whole lot to the balance of the scouts; and almost
immediately he heard them tearing along, fairly wild to reach the spot,
and see what was happening.
And when they did come hurrying up, imagine the delight of Bumpus,
Giraffe and the rest at discovering Thad standing there, holding the
hand of the girl, and looking happier than they could ever remember
seeing him before; while Alligator Smith was covering the prostrate form
of Jasper with his angular body.