ON THE GULF OF ALASKA
"Where are the Barren islands, and why should he want to take us there?"
asked Tommy, apprehensively.
"The Barren islands," replied Sam, "lie in the Gulf of Alaska, just
south of the mouth of Copper river, west of Controller bay. They extend
along the coast, only a short distance out, for twenty miles or more,
and are just what the local name signifies, Barren islands."
"But why should he want to take us there?" insisted Tommy, slipping a
hand toward his hip pocket to make sure that his automatic was ready for
any emergency.
Sam did not answer the question, for Tommy's quick start of surprise,
his low exclamation of dismay, checked the words which were on his lips.
Instead, he pushed closer to the lad and asked:
"What is it? What's wrong?"
"My revolver has been taken!" replied Tommy.
Frank, sitting close to his chum on the other side, now pushed his hand
into his hip pocket and brought it forth empty.
"So is mine!" he said.
The boys looked at each other for a moment in the gathering darkness
without speaking. The situation was a serious one.
"Who did it?" asked Tommy presently.
"No one has been near me except that man Jamison," replied Frank.
"He's the only one who's been within reaching distance of me," Tommy
observed. "He must be a clever pickpocket!"
"I saw him eyeing that roll of money rather greedily," Sam cut in,
speaking in a very low tone, for Jamison had new turned back from the
prow and was looking in their direction.
"I noticed that, too," Frank answered. "I'm afraid we're going to get
into trouble with that gink. Anyway," he continued, "he's started in
right. He did well to get our guns before he started anything!"
"He didn't get my revolver," Sam said with a low chuckle. "It's a little
bit of a baby thing, but it's a great deal better than none!"
"It will shoot, won't it?" asked Tommy.
"It will shoot, all right, but it's only a twenty-two," replied the boy.
"I've been trying for the last two days to get a square meal on it, but
couldn't get even a ham sandwich. They don't look with favor on baby
guns up in Alaska. They want the real thing!"
"Well, keep your gun where you can reach it at any moment!" advised
Frank. "Even a twenty-two caliber may prove effective at short range."
"I presume," Sam went on, "that my coming on board in shabby clothes,
and as an object of charity, convinced Jamison that I wasn't worth
searching. I saw him looking me over, though!"
"Object of charity--not!" returned Frank. "We're mighty glad you're with
us right now! You say he's taking us to the Barren islands. Well, we
wouldn't know the Barren islands from any other place without you.
You've put us on our guard, at least, and that's worth more than the
price of the ticket! We're glad of your company, too!"
"Now, see here, boys," Tommy whispered, "we mustn't let this man Jamison
know that we have discovered that we have been robbed. The minute he
knows that we are suspicious of him, the matter will come to a focus
immediately. We've got to have time to think this matter over before
anything is done."
This plan of action was agreed to, and the boys sat for some minutes in
silence. After a time Jamison came to where they were seated, just at
the doorway of the trunk cabin, and began asking questions about the
need for a doctor. Tommy explained that a member of their party had been
injured by a fall, and that they were going to Cordova in quest of a
surgeon. He again asked Jamison to put on full speed.
"There's a man over here on the coast, this side of Katalla, who is said
to be a fine surgeon," Jamison explained, after Tommy had finished his
statement. "He's a sort of a recluse, people say, and lives alone in a
shabby hut, high up above the tide. You might stop and consult him. That
would be better, it seems to me, than going away up to Cordova. Still,"
he went on with a grim smile, "I've been paid to take you to Cordova and
back, and, if you insist, I mean to live up to my bargain!"
Sam gave Frank a quick poke in the ribs and whispered in his ear:
"Yes, he does!"
"Let him play out his string," whispered Frank in return.
"This surgeon," Jamison went on, "is a queer old fellow. Sometimes he'll
take a case, and sometimes he won't. If he feels in an ugly mood, he's
likely to kick us out of his cabin."
Tommy listened with apparent interest to what the treacherous Jamison
was saying, but it is needless to remark that he did not accept it as
truth. It was his belief that the fellow was manufacturing a pretext for
getting himself and his friends quietly on shore as soon as one of the
Barren islands was reached.
There were three men on board the motor boat besides Jamison. They were
evil-looking fellows, and spent most of their time on the forward deck,
where the steering wheel and the motors were located.
The men frequently drank out of a black bottle, and were fast becoming
intoxicated. Instead of attempting to restrain the fellows, Jamison
seemed to encourage them in their debauch.
"He's getting them in trim to start something," Sam whispered, as the
three men broke into a rough drinking song.
"Yes," agreed Tommy, "I imagine that he wants whatever takes place on
board the boat tonight to be regarded as the acts of men made
irresponsible by whisky. You'd better keep your gun handy, Sam!"
"I've got my hand on it every minute!" replied the boy. "And if anything
is started here, Jamison will be the first one to know that I've got it!
He's the man that needs the lesson!"
It was very dark now, and the sea was rough. The motor boat plunged
about like a leaf, tossing from wave to wave, and dropping into one
trough after another. It was plain that the members of the crew were
becoming too drunk to handle the boat.
Jamison finally approached the cabin doorway and sat down on one of the
stationary seats. Notwithstanding the fact that the boat was taking
water at almost every jump, the fellow's face bore a satisfied look.
"What are those fellows trying to do with the boat?" asked Tommy.
"Oh, they're all right!" answered Jamison.
"Looks to me like they were trying to drop us to the bottom," Frank
said. "There won't be any boat left directly!"
"I guess they have got a little too much John Barleycorn on board!"
laughed Jamison, as the boat gave a lurch which sent him head foremost
from his seat. "I'd go and take the wheel myself, only I don't know much
about running a motor boat under present conditions."
Frank gave Tommy a quick nudge in the side.
"I can run the boat," he whispered, "shall I?"
"If he'd let you, yes!" replied Tommy.
"Where shall I take her?"
"To Cordova, of course, but perhaps you'd better wait until the men get
a little bit drunker. Jamison will become frightened for the safety of
his boat before long, and then he won't object to your taking charge of
her. He's beginning to look sick already."
"If I ever get hold of that wheel," Frank whispered to Tommy, "I'll send
her flying toward Cordova! I hope the members of the crew will be too
drunk to know which, way I'm taking them."
Directly the boat gave another tremendous lurch, soaking the boys with
cold salt water. Jamison rose to his feet with an oath and, steadying
himself by clinging to the top of the cabin, shook a fist angrily at the
man at the wheel. The man frowned back.
"What are you doing, you drunken hobo?" shouted Jamison.
The man grinned foolishly but said not a word.
"I wish I knew how to operate a motor boat as well as he does when he's
sober," gritted Jamison.
"The owner of a boat ought to know how to run her!" suggested Frank.
"I bought the boat only a few days ago," replied Jamison.
"Look here," Frank said, as the boat gave another sickening whirl, "I
can run a boat all right. Shall I take hold?"
"No," replied Jamison sourly, "we've got to land!"
"But there is no place to land," urged Sam.
"There is a place on the point where the doctor lives," answered
Jamison, "where we can land in a rowboat. I'm glad now that I brought
the dinghy along with us. We can anchor the motor boat under the point
and take refuge in the doctor's cabin until this storm blows over."
The boys were greatly disappointed at this decision on the part of
Jamison, but they dare not argue the point with him for fear that he
would suspect that they were watching his every movement.
In a few moments a dark bulk showed directly in front of the racing
motor boat, and only the quick action of the man at the wheel prevented
a collision with a bold headland which showed dimly under the light of
the few stars which looked down from the cloudy sky.
In a moment the boys saw a light, and then Sam whispered to Frank:
"That's not a coast point," he said. "It's one of the Barren islands. I
don't believe there's any doctor there, as he said! What shall we do if
he asks us to go ashore?"
"We'll have to go, I suppose," returned Tommy, "but, all the same," he
went on, "if we get a chance to get possession of the boat, we'll let
these outlaws take a swim to the shore!"
Presently the boat came under the shelter of the headland, and then a
member of the crew, in obedience to whispered orders from Jamison,
dropped into the dinghy which had been trailing behind, and shouted to
his mate to follow. Then Jamison himself stepped into the dinghy, which
was swinging about wildly in the surf.
"Now boys," he said, "if you'll get aboard, we'll take you ashore for an
interview with the doctor. He'll demand big pay, but he's skillful and
you ought to secure his services if you can."
"Only one man on board now," cried Tommy, "Now's our chance!"