Transcriber's Note:
This book is an example of early pulp fiction. It was
published in 1908 by The Arthur Westbrook Co. as Adventure
Series No. 76. "Old Sleuth" is the pseudonym of Harlan Page
Halsey (1837-1898).
THE "DOCK RATS" OF NEW YORK
OR
THE SMUGGLER BAND'S LAST STAND
BY "OLD SLEUTH"
CHAPTER I.
"Hold, Stranger!"
The words fell from beautiful lips under the most exciting
circumstances.
A boat rocked upon the calm water that murmured along the
shore, when a young man came down from the upper bank of white
drift sand, and seized the tiller rope. He had the rope in
his hand, his arm was upraised to draw the boat to his feet,
when he was startled by hearing the words with which we open
our narrative.
The young man turned toward the speaker, and encountered a
sight that caused his handsome eyes to bulge with amazement.
It was a clear, cloudless night, and a half moon shed its
diminished radiance on surrounding objects, and revealed to
the astonished gaze of the young man the weird-appearing
figure of a young girl.
One glance was sufficient to announce the fact that the girl
was beautiful, but alas! in what questionable shape did she
appear? She was attired in a loose gown tightened about the
waist with a leathern belt, her feet were bare, and her long
hair hung unkempt upon her shoulders.
As our old-time readers know, we are not heavy on the
beauty-describing business, and we will merely declare that
the girl was indeed a lovely creature, clad in rags; but she
was beautiful, and Spencer Vance, the young man, discerned
the fact at a glance, and his amazement was the greater
because of the thrilling conditions under which re beheld
so great loveliness.
The young man made no immediate answer to the girl's abrupt
salutation, but merely stood and gazed at her without any
attempt to conceal his utter astonishment.
"You must not go off in the yacht to-night!" said the girl.
"Why must I stay ashore to-night?"
"Danger is ahead of you!"
"But I am an old sailor, miss; I can take care of myself, I
reckon."
The girl drew close to the young man, laid her hand upon his
arm, and in a husky voice, whispered:
"The danger comes not from the sea! You will be a victim!"
The young man let the boat line fall from his grasp, a fierce
light shone in his eyes, and there was a tremulousness, but
not of fear, in his voice as he demanded:
"Who sent you to tell me this?"
"It matters not, you are doomed if you go on the yacht
to-night! never again will your feet press the hard shore,
but the waves will cast you up!"
"Who are you, miss, and why have you come to warn me?"
A moment the girl was silent. She hung her head and appeared
lost in thought, but at length, looking up and fixing her
magnificent blue eyes upon the young man, she said:
"I do not know who I am, but I do know that if you go out on
the yacht to-night, you will never return till the waves wash
your dead form to the beach!"
"You must have some reason for coming to warn me?"
"Yes; I would save your life!"
"Why are you so deeply interested in saving my life?"
"I would warn anyone whom I knew was in peril! and you must
heed my words!"
"I cannot!"
"Are you seeking death?"
"No."
"I do not understand."
"And I cannot explain, but I must go out though death meet
me upon the crest of every wave."
The girl again remained silent for a moment, but, at length in
a still lower whisper, she said:
"You have been betrayed!"
The young man started, and a slight pallor overspread his
handsome face as he caught the girl's delicate arm in his firm
grasp, and demanded:
"Who am I?"
"You are Spencer Vance."
The young man could not conceal an expression of extreme
astonishment.
"Who told you my name was Spencer Vance?"
"It matters not, but take heed; do not go out on the sea
to-night."
"I tell you I must! I will go, but you must tell me what you
know of Spencer Vance."
"You are a revenue detective; you are in the employ of the
Government; you have been betrayed, and to-night you are to be
silenced if you go out on the yacht!"
"Do the men on the yacht know who I am?"
"They do not know your name, but they suspect you are a
Government detective, and they have determined to put you out
of the way; to-night they will do the deed if you go."
"Someone must have told them I was a Government officer."
"Yes; someone told them."
"Do you know who gave the information?"
"I do."
"Will you tell me?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I have warned you, now go your way, and save your life! they
are desperate men, the waves have already received three of
their victims within a year go, and your doom is sealed!
Nothing can save you!"
"I shall go!"
"You do not believe my words?"
"I will believe you if you will tell me who betrayed me to the
smugglers."
"I did!" came the starring response.
The detective stood the girl off from him at arm's length, and
studied her from feet to head.
The girl stood and calmly submitted to the inspection.
"So you are the traitor?"
"No."
"You admit you betrayed me?"
"I am no traitor! I owe nothing to you! I had a right to
inform the boys if I saw fit, and I did so."
"And now you come and warn me?"
"Yes."
"Why do you warn me, if you are the one who set them on to
murder me?"
"I did not think they would murder you, and now I have come to
warn you."
"Are you engaged in the business?"
"NO."
The girl spoke in a scornful tone, and her eyes dashed with
indignation.
"Who are you?"
"I do not know who I am."
A strange look came into the detective's eyes as an idea
dashed through his mind.
"Are you the child of a wreck?"
"I do not know. I know nothing about myself."
"Whom do you live with?"
"The man who calls himself my father."
"Is he not your father?"
"No."
"Has he confessed to you that he is not your father?"
"No."
"Then how do you know he is not your father?"
"I know he is not."
"Why do you live with him?"
"Where should I go? I have no other home, and he is kind to
me."
"Is he a smuggler?"
"It is not fair to ask me that question."
"Why not?"
"I have told you all that was needful to warn you of your own
peril; you should not take advantage of my frankness."
The detective looked upon the lovely girl with a deep sense of
pity in his heart. Her appearance seemed to tell her tale,
and it was sad to think that such wondrous beauty was but the
plaything of a gang of rough sailors.
"Are you married?" asked the detective, abruptly:
"No," came the answer, in a quick, decisive tone.
"Will you tell me your name?"
"They call me Renie."
"And your father's name?"
"Tom Pearce."
"The boat-keeper?"
"Yes."
"And you informed the men who I was?" repeated the detective.
"Yes."
"How did you find out that I was a Government officer?"
"I will not tell you."
"How did you find out that the men intended to go for me
to-night?"
"I overheard them arranging their plans."
"Do they know that you overheard them?"
"No."
"Then when they discover that I am up to their plans, will
they not accuse you of having betrayed them?"
"That is a question I cannot answer."
"I am astonished that you should put me in this peril, and
then come and warn me!"
"I tell you I did not think my information would be followed
by anything serious."
"But you tell me that three other officers have suffered by
them."
"I did not know that until after I had told them who you
were."
"Did you tell them directly?"
"No."
"Well, Renie, I am much obliged to you."
"And you will not go off in the yacht to-night?"
"I will think the matter over."
"Promise me that you will not go!" pleaded the girl, in an
earnest tone.
"I will not promise; but if I do go, you need have no fear. I
can take care of myself, forewarned, you know, is forearmed.
Good-night, Renie."
"I shall never forgive myself if you are injured!"
"Thank you for your interest; but you need have no fear. I
can take care of myself; the crew of the yacht 'Nancy' will
not toss me to the fishes to-night."
The girl turned and walked away under the moonlight, and a
strange impulse caused the detective to follow her.
The girl moved along like an uncouth apparition over the
yielding sand, and had traversed fully a quarter of a mile
along the shore, when suddenly a man leaped down from the bank
and confronted her.
The detective, in shadowing the strange girl, had kept well in
under the shadow of the bluff, and could not have been seen;
and when he saw the man confront the girl, he moved rapidly
forward, and gained a point near enough to overhear the talk
that passed between them.
The man was a rough, villainous-looking fellow, and his voice
was coarse and his manners vulgar. It was evident that the
girl was annoyed at meeting him, as was immediately betrayed
by her manner.
"Hello, Renie, I've been waiting a long time for a chance to
have a talk with you."
"I do not wish to have a talk with you, though, Sol Burton; so
good-night!"
"Not so fast, my pretty bird; I've something to tell you."
"And I don't wish to stop and listen to you."
"You would if you knew all I had to tell."
"Well, as I don't know all you've got to tell, and as I don't
desire to listen to you, I'll bid you good-night."
"You always were down on me, Renie, but I'm a friend of your'n
arter all, and I've collared the secret of your life, and I'd
tell it to you, only you're so darn uppish when I go to speak
to you."
The detective saw the girl advance toward the rough-looking
man, and overheard her say:
"You know the secret of my life?"
"Yes."
"What secret is there of my life?"
"Tom Pearce is not your daddy, but I know how you came to be
his adopted child."
The girl trembled from head to foot.
"Sol Burton, tell me all you know."
"Ah! you will listen to me, my pretty bird?"
"Yes, I will."