"I think I've seen you before, Ballard!"
Sol Burton spoke in slow and very distinct tones, and his
manner betrayed that there was a deep significance in his
declaration.
"If you remember having seen me before, you have the
advantage, my good friend."
"I think I've seen you before. I met you on board the
'Nancy.'"
"Where?"
"I cannot recall, but there is something in your face that
strikes me as very familiar."
The detective laughed in an easy manner, and answered
"Well, you'll have to depend upon your own recollections, I
can't aid you to a recognition."
As the detective spoke he remembered Renie's warning words,
"Sol Burton, I fear, has his suspicions aroused."
"I noticed you turn pale when we first sighted the lights,
Ballard."
"Did you?"
"I did."
Ballard stepped close to Sol Burton, and demanded in a
determined tone,
"What are you getting at? I don't like this cross-questioning."
"That's my idea, Ballard. I don't think you like this
cross-questioning, and I think further there is a good reason
for you not liking it."
"If you've anything to say to me, spit it."
"When did you first show up on the coast?"
"Who are you? What's your name?" retorted Ballard.
"My name is Sol Burton."
"Ah, you are Burton; yes, I've heard about you!"
The detective used the words, "I've heard about you," in a
very meaning tone.
"You've heard about me?"
"Yes, I've heard about you," came the response.
"What have you heard about me?"
"Oh, that's all right; your name is Sol Burton. Yes, yes,
I've heard about you."
The declaration was reiterated in a tone of more aggravating
significance.
"See here, Ballard, I want you to tell me what you mean."
"I've heard about you."
"What have you heard about me?"
"It's all right; I tell you I've heard about you. Yes, yes,
your name is Burton; that's the man; I've heard about you."
Our readers can readily understand that the constant
repetition of the declaration in a meaning tone was, under the
circumstances, very aggravating, and Sol Burton lost his
temper, his eyes flashed with anger, and his face became
white, as he said:
"If you do not tell me what you mean, I'll knock you down!"
"I reckon you won't knock me down!"
"Will you tell me what you mean?"
"I'll tell you I've heard about you, and so I have; that is
enough."
"See here, Ballard, it won't do for you to quarrel with me!"
"I don't care who I quarrel with!"
Burton advanced and whispered:
"I might come 'Quaker' on you, and give you a bad name."
"You can do just as you choose. I am not asking odds of you."
"I've my suspicions of you, Ballard."
Burton spoke in a hoarse whisper; the man was excited and
trembling with rage and irritation.
It is possible a tragic denouement might have followed the
dialogue, had there not come just at that moment a startling
interruption to the impending quarrel.
Again there came the signal cry: "Lights ahead!" and all hands
ran eagerly to the rail to study the character of the distant
craft.
All was silent watchfulness and expectancy as the two boats
approached nearer and nearer across the dark waters. Suddenly
there shot up high into the air a rocket and when far toward
the clouds, a "bomb burst in air," and there followed a shower
of many colored lights.
At once there was great excitement on board the "Nancy." Sol
Burton had not stopped to finish his threatening talk with our
hero, but all was bustle and excitement and work.
The boats were prepared for launching, and the ship's course
was changed, and our hero knew that the, long-expected
smuggler had arrived.
Soon the two vessels approached each other; additional signals
were exchanged, and the real purpose of the voyage was
unfolded.
The smuggler kept upon her course, under close reefed sails,
but her crew was busy casting certain curious looking packages
into the sea.
The boats from the "Nancy" were launched and manned, and were
pulled away toward floating objects that had been cast upon
the water.
Our hero was in one of the boats, and soon his crew came upon
one of the floating objects and it was hauled into the boat.
One of the methods and mysteries was explained; the floating
objects were large rubber and guttapercha bags, water-tight
and unsinkable, and in these waterproof sacks was packed the
contraband merchandise.
Four boats were at work, and within a couple of hours no less
than thirty-three of these sacks were put on board the
"Nancy," containing thousands and thousands of dollars worth
of goods that were never intended to pay duty to good old
Uncle Sam.
All the bags were put on board, and the "Nancy" was ready to
run into the bay and land her contraband cargo.
The detective expected she would run back on the course over
which she had come out, but such was not the fact; on the
contrary she lay to until all the goods were stowed below.
Spencer Vance had worked like a trooper, and for the time
being, was the most active smuggler of them all, but later on
he was brought face to face with his peril.
Our hero had finished all he had been called upon to do, and
was standing leaning against the mast, when Ike Denman
approached and said:
"Come aft, Ballard, I've a few words to exchange with you."
The detective obeyed with alacrity; coming to a halt near the
cabin-way, Denman said:
"Ballard, you have proved yourself a good hand. I like you,
but I've a statement to make; you can't share in the profits
of to-night's work unless you become one of us."
"How's that, sir?"
"We are a regular organization; the crew of this boat is bound
to secrecy by oaths and obligations, and I am about to give
you the privilege of becoming one of us."
"The detective realized his peril. He saw that the game had
opened, that Renie's warnings were about to be fulfilled but
he was cool and easy and determined. It was a terrible
moment, but he was as resolute as ever and replied:
"That wasn't in the programme, captain."
"What wasn't in the programme?"
"It wasn't stated that I was to take any oaths or obligations."
"I'll admit that, but it's necessary."
"You ought to have told me before I came with you on this
trip."
"That is so, but I didn't; but you have come with us; you are
here in our midst, you are posted as to our game, and now what
are you going to do about it, Ballard?"