CLOSING IN
"Perhaps these are the men!" exclaimed Ruth to the lawyer.
"What men?" he asked.
"Those tramps--the ones who robbed us in the rain storm that day. If
they come here--"
"What's the matter?" asked the man of the cabin--Aleck Martin he had
said his name was. "What seems to be the trouble with the young lady?"
And, as he spoke, gazing at Ruth, the barking of the dog and the
shouting grew apace.
"She is excited, thinking the rascals about whom we have been inquiring
might now make their appearance," Mr. Howbridge answered.
"Mr. Martin laughed so heartily that his black beard waved up and down
like a bush in the wind, and Dot and Tess watched it in fascination.
"Excuse me, friend," the dweller in the cabin went on, "but I couldn't
help it. Those are my two boys coming back. They always cut up like
that. Seems like the quietness of the lake and this island gets on their
nerves sometimes, and they have to raise a ruction. No harm in it, not a
bit. Jack, the dog, enjoys it as much as they do."
This was evident a few moments later, for up the slope came two sturdy
young men, one carrying a gun, and the dog was frisking about between
the two, having the jolliest time imaginable.
"There are my boys!" said Mr. Martin, and he spoke with pride.
"Oh, will you excuse me?" asked Ruth, in some confusion.
"That's all right--they do look like tramps," said their father. "But
you can't wear your best clothes fussing around boats and fish and
taking parties out. Well, Tom and Henry, any luck?" he asked the
newcomers.
"Extra fine, Dad," answered one, while both of them stared curiously at
the visitors.
"That's good," went on Mr. Martin. "These folks," he added, "were blown
ashore last night in their houseboat. They want help to get it off."
"Will you go and look at her, and then we can make a bargain?"
interposed Mr. Howbridge.
"Oh, shucks now, friend, we aren't always out for money, though we make
a living by working for summer folks like you," said Mr. Martin,
smiling.
"Is that your boat over there?" asked one of the young men whose name,
they learned later, was Tom.
"Yes," assented Neale, for the fisherman pointed in the direction of the
stranded _Bluebird_, which, however, could not be seen from the cabin.
"We saw her as we came around," went on Henry. "I wondered what she was
doing up on shore, and we intended to have a look after we tied up our
craft."
"Will you be able to help us get her afloat?" asked Ruth, for she rather
liked the healthful, manly appearance of the two young men.
"Sure!" assented their father. "This is that O'Neil man's son," he went
on, speaking to his boys.
"What, O'Neil; the Klondiker?" asked Tom quickly.
"Yes," assented Neale. "Can you tell me about him? Where is he? How did
he make out in Alaska?"
"Well, he's on an island about ten miles from here," was the answer of
Henry. "As for making out, I don't believe he did very well in the gold
business, to tell you the truth. He doesn't say much about it, but I
guess the other men got most of it."
"What other men?" asked Neale, and again his heart sank and that
terrible suspicion came back to him.
"Oh, a bunch he is in with," answered Henry Martin. "They all live
together in a shack on Cedar Island. Your father hired a boat of us. I
trusted him for it, as he said he had no ready cash. But I reckon it's
all right."
This only served to make Neale more uneasy. He had been hoping against
hope that his father would have found at least a competence in the
Klondike.
Now it seemed he had not, and, driven by poverty, he might have adopted
desperate measures. Nor did Neale like the remarks about his father
being in with a "bunch" of men. True, Mr. O'Neil had been in the circus
at one time, and they, of necessity, are a class of rough and ready men.
But they are honest, Neale reflected. These other men--if the two who
had escaped in the motor boat were any samples--were not to be trusted.
So it was with falling spirits that the boy waited for what was to
happen next.
Agnes' quick mind and ready sympathy guessed Neale's thoughts.
"It will be all right, Neale O'Neil. You know it will. Your father
couldn't go wrong."
"You're a pal worth having, Aggie," he whispered to the girl.
"I would like to see my father," he said to the lawyer. "Do you think we
could go to Cedar Island in the houseboat?"
"Of course we can!" exclaimed Mr. Howbridge. "We'll go as soon as we can
get her afloat."
"And that won't take long; she didn't seem to be in a bad position,"
said Tom. "Come on, we'll go over now," he went on, nodding to his
father and his brother.
"I have an Alice-doll on the boat," said Dot, taking a sudden liking to
Henry.
"You have?" he exclaimed, taking hold of her hand which she thrust
confidingly into his. "Well, that's fine! I wish I had a doll!"
"Do you?" asked Dot, all smiles now. "Well, I have a lot of 'em at home.
There's Muriel and Bonnie Betty and a sailor boy doll, and Nosmo King
Kenway, and then I have twins--Ann Eliza and Eliza Ann, and--"
"Eliza Ann isn't a twin any more--anyway not a good twin," put in Tess.
"Both her legs are off!"
"Oh, that's too bad!" exclaimed Henry sympathetically.
"And if you want a doll, I can give you one of mine," proceeded Dot.
"Only I don't want to give you Alice-doll 'cause she's all I have with
me. But if you want Muriel--"
"Muriel has only one eye," said Tess quickly.
"I think I should love a one-eyed doll!" said the young man, who seemed
to know just how to talk to children.
"Then I'll send her to you!" delightedly offered Dot.
"And I'll send you one of Almira's kittens!" said Tess, who did not seem
to want her sister to do all the giving.
"Hold on there! Don't I get anything?" asked Tom, in mock distress.
"Almira's got a lot of kittens," said Dot. "Would you like one of them?"
"Well I should say so! If Henry's going to have a kitten and a doll, I
think I ought at least to have a kitten," he said.
"Well, I'll send you one," promised Tess.
And then, with the two children, one in charge of Henry and the other
holding Tom's hand, the trip was made back to where the _Bluebird_ was
stranded.
"It won't be much of a job to get her off," declared Mr. Martin, when he
and his sons had made an expert examination. "Get some long poles, boys,
and some blocks, and I think half an hour's work will do the trick."
"Oh, shall we be able to move soon?" asked Mrs. MacCall, coming out on
deck.
"We hope so," answered Ruth, as she went on board and told of the visit
to the cabin, while Neale hurried to the engine room to see what success
Hank had met with. The mule driver had succeeded in getting the monkey
wrench out from under the flywheel, and the craft could move under her
own power once she was afloat.
"What's the matter with Neale?" asked Mrs. MacCall, while the men were
in the woods getting the poles. "He looks as if all the joy had departed
from life."
"I'm afraid it has, for him," said Ruth soberly. "It seems that his
father is located near here--on Cedar Island--and is poor."
"Nothing in that to take the joy out of life!" And Mrs. MacCall strode
away.
"Well, being poor isn't anything," declared Agnes. "Lots of people are
poor. We were, before Uncle Peter Stower left us the Corner House."
"I think Neale fears his father may have had something to do with-- Oh,
Agnes, I hate to say it, but I think Neale believes his father either
robbed us, or knows something about the men who took the jewelry box!"
"But we know it isn't true!" exclaimed Agnes.
"Anyway, the Klondike trip was a failure."
"Yes, and I'm so sorry!" exclaimed Agnes. "Couldn't we help--"
"I think we shall just have to wait," advised her sister. "We can talk
to Mr. Howbridge about it after we find out more. I think they are going
to move the boat now."
This task was undertaken, and to such good advantage did Mr. Martin and
his sons work, aided, of course, by Neale, Mr. Howbridge and Hank, that
the _Bluebird_ was soon afloat again.
"Now we can go on, and when I get back home I'll send you a doll and a
pussy cat!" offered Dot to Henry.
"And I'll send you two pussy cats!" Tess said to Tom.
The young men laughed, their father joining in.
"How much do I owe you?" asked the lawyer, when it was certain that the
houseboat was afloat, undamaged, and could proceed on her way.
"Not a cent!" was the hearty answer of Mr. Martin. "We always help our
neighbors up here, and you were neighbors for a while," he added with a
laugh.
"Well, I'm a thousand times obliged to you," said the guardian of the
Corner House girls. "Our trip might have been spoiled if we couldn't
have gone on, though I must say you have a delightful resting spot in
this island."
"We like it here," admitted the fisherman, while his sons were looking
over the houseboat, which they pronounced "slick."
Neale seemed to have lost heart and spirit. Dot and Tess, of course, did
not notice it so much, as there was plenty to occupy them. But to Ruth
and Agnes, as well as to Mr. Howbridge, Neale's dejection was very
evident.
"Is the motor all right?" asked the lawyer of Neale, when the Martins
had departed with their dog.
"Yes, she runs all right now."
"Then we might as well head for Cedar Island," suggested the lawyer.
"The sooner you find your father the better."
"Yes--I suppose so," and Neale turned away to hide his sudden emotion.
Once more the _Bluebird_ was under way, moving slowly over the sparkling
waters of Lake Macopic. All traces of the storm had vanished.
"Mrs. Mac wants to know if we are going to pass any stores," said Agnes,
coming up on deck when the island on which they had been stranded had
been left behind.
"We can run over to the mainland if she wants us to," the lawyer said.
"Is it anything important, Agnes?"
"Only some things to eat."
"Well, that's important enough!" he laughed. "We'll stop at that point
over there," and he indicated one. "From there we can make a straight
run to Cedar Island. You won't mind the delay, will you?" he asked
Neale, who was steering.
"Oh, no," was the indifferent answer. "I guess there's no hurry."
They all felt sorry for the lad, but decided nothing could be done. Mr.
Howbridge admitted, after Ruth had spoken to him, that matters looked
black for Mr. O'Neil, but with his legal wisdom the lawyer said:
"Don't bring in a verdict of guilty until you have heard all the
evidence. It is only fair to suspend judgment. It would be cruel to
raise Neale's hopes, only to dash them again, but I am hoping for the
best."
This comforted Ruth and Agnes a little; though of course Agnes, in her
loyalty to Neale, did not allow doubt to enter her mind.
The point for which the boat was headed was a little settlement on the
lake shore. It was also the center of a summer colony, and was a lively
place just at present, this being the height of the season.
At the point were a number of stores, and it was there the supplies for
the Scotch housekeeper could be purchased. Ruth and Agnes had made their
selections and the things were being put on board when a number of men
were observed coming down the long dock.
One of them wore a nickel badge on the outside of his coat, and seemed
to have an air of authority. Neale, who had been below helping Hank
store away some supplies of oil and gasoline that had been purchased,
came out on deck, and, with the girls and Mr. Howbridge, watched the
approach of the men.
"Looks like a constable or sheriff's officer with a posse," commented
Ruth. "It reminds me of a scene I saw in the movies."
"It is an officer--I know him," said Mr. Howbridge in a low voice. "He
once worked on a case for me several years ago. That's Bob
Newcomb--quite a character in his way. I wonder if he remembers me."
This point was settled a moment later, for the officer--he with the
nickel badge of authority--looked up and his face lightened when he saw
the lawyer.
"Well, if it ain't Mr. Howbridge!" exclaimed Mr. Newcomb. "Well now,
sufferin' caterpillers, this is providential! Is that your boat?" he
asked, halting his force by a wave of his hand.
"I may say I control it," was the answer. "Why do you ask?"
"'Cause then there won't be no unfriendly feelin' if I act in the
performance of my duty," went on the constable, for such he was. "I'll
have to take possession of your craft in the name of the law."
"What do you mean?" asked Mr. Howbridge, rather sharply. "Is this craft
libeled? All bills are paid, and I am in legal possession. I have a bill
of sale and this boat is to be delivered to a client of mine--"
"There you go! There you go! Ready to fight at the drop of the hat!"
chuckled the constable. "Just like you did before when I worked on that
timber land case with you. But there's no occasion to get roiled up, Mr.
Howbridge. I only want to take temporary possession of your boat in the
name of the law. All I want to have is a ride for me and my posse. We're
on the business of the law, and you, being a lawyer, know what that
means. I call on you, as a good citizen, to aid, as I've got a right to
do."
"I recognize that," said the lawyer, now smiling, and glancing at Ruth
and the others to show everything was all right. "But what's the game?"
"Robbery's the game!" came the stern answer. "We're going to round up
and close in on a band of tramps, robbers and other criminals! They have
a camp on an island, and they've been robbin' hen roosts and doin' other
things in this community until this community has got good and sick of
it. Then they called in the law--that's me and my posse," he added,
waving his hand toward the men back of him. "The citizens called in the
law, represented by me, and I am going to chase the rascals out!"
"Very good," assented Mr. Howbridge. "I'm willing to help, as all good
citizens should. But what am I to do? Where do I come in?"
"You're going to lend us that boat," said Constable Newcomb. "It's the
only large one handy just now, and we don't want to lose any time. As
soon as I saw you put into the dock I made up my mind I'd commandeer the
craft. That's the proper term, ain't it?" he asked.
"Yes," assented the lawyer, smiling, "I believe it is. So you want to
commandeer the _Bluebird_."
"To take me and my posse over to Cedar Island, and there to close in on
a bunch of Klondikers!" went on the constable, and Neale, hearing it,
gave a startled cry.
"Anybody on board that's afraid to come may stay at home," said the
constable quickly. "I mean they can get off the boat. But we've got to
have the craft to get to the island. Now then, Mr. Howbridge, will you
help?"
"Certainly. As a matter of law I have to," answered the lawyer slowly.
"And will you help, and you?" went on the constable, looking in turn at
Neale and Hank, who were on deck. "I call upon you in the name of the
law."
"Yes, they'll help," said Mr. Howbridge quickly. "Don't object or say
anything," he added to Neale in a low voice. "Leave everything to me!"
"Fall in! Get on board! We'll close in on the rascals!" cried the
constable, very well pleased that he could issue orders.
Neale's heart was torn with doubts.