AT THE MOUTH OF THE SUNFLOWER.
No one moved immediately.
Nick was gasping for breath; and the sound was not unlike that made by
a porpoise in swishing through the water while rolling. Jack happened
to have his gun in his hand, having just picked it up. But somehow he
hesitated to raise it against a human being. And presently he was glad
the idea had not taken possession of him.
The man in the boat waved his hand toward them, beckoning, Jack
believed.
"Cum long ober hyah, sah. I'se done wanter say sumpin tuh youse all."
He called this out, with one quick glance toward the section of woods
where the sheriff and his posse had last been seen.
Well, that did not seem very hostile, at any rate. Jack started toward
the two boats, and seeing him carrying his Marlin, the negro
immediately elevated both of his arms as high as he could.
"Dat means I ain't agwine tuh do yuh no dirt, sah." He hastened to
call out, "I cud a stole dis yeah leetle boat, if I wanted tuh. Boss,
dar's yuh gun. I might er held yuh off till I got clar; but I didn't
wanter, sah. 'Case I done heerd all dat was sed, an' I knows as how
yuh ain't gwine tuh gib a pore innercent niggah over tuh be hung foh
sumpin' he nebber did do."
They reached his side, and Jack was more than impressed with the truth
written on the fugitive's black face. Frightened Erastus certainly
was, and with good reason; but he did not look like a bad man, Jack
felt.
"Where were you all the time the sheriff and his men were here?" asked
Jack, as a sudden suspicion flashed through his mind, remembering the
frantic actions of the two dogs to get over to the big live oak tree.
The negro grinned until he showed two rows of snowy ivories.
"Right up dar in dat tree, boss," he admitted, "shiverin' all de time,
'case I 'spected dem dawgs'd break loose, and begin yelpin' at de foot
ob de same. If dat had happened it'd be de end ob pore old 'Rastus,
shore."
"Well, now, if that don't beat the Dutch," said Nick. "Say, Jack,
there's some ham left in the pan, and some more coffee in the
pot--shall I give the poor fellow the lot? Might as well be hung for a
sheep as a lamb, you know."
"Go ahead," was the reply. "Do you really mean what you tried to tell
us in that little note, Erastus, and are you innocent of house burning?"
The negro assumed a very serious look.
"Mars," he said, half raising his hand as though upon the witness
stand, and about to take the oath to tell the entire truth, "I reckons
I's done stoled some chickens in mah time; an' p'haps done udder tings
along dem lines, as I reckons I ortenter; but, boss, clar tuh goodness
if ever I sot fire tuh a house, or eben a pigpen in all my life. Cross
my heart if I done it."
"You said a cousin was guilty--was that right?" asked Jack.
"He done tole me he done it, boss. Dat's all I knows. But dey got
arter me, an' w'en dat happens down heah, a pore nigger he better say
hes prayers, 'case he's as good as daid. If I cud on'y git tuh nigh
Friar's Point, mars, I'se gut frien's dat'd see me acrost tuh Arkansaw,
whar I'd be safe. But dat sheriff, he between, an' dem dawgs, dey'd
smell me right quick. If I on'y had a boat I cud do it, boss."
"All right, Erastus. Sit down, and eat what there is here. I'm going
to talk it over with my friends. Perhaps we can think up some way to
help you along. Because I'm of the opinion that a live Erastus over in
Arkansaw would be better than a dead one in Mississippi."
So the negro set to work like a starved dog, waited on by Nick, who
watched every mouthful taken, as though filled with envy and awe at the
array of shining teeth and the capacity shown for cutting off a large
wedge of bread and butter.
"Now, what sort of harum-scarum trick have you got up your sleeve,
Jack?" questioned George, uneasily, as the three gathered in a group.
"I'll tell you," replied the other, positively. "I believe this poor
fellow is innocent of any serious wrong-doing, but the fact that he's a
cousin of the guilty party will get him in trouble if he's caught.
Perhaps they'll string him up to save the expense of a trial."
"Well, that is a fact," admitted George, "because I've heard my father
telling about it. As a lawyer he doesn't believe in such things, you
know. But I can see you're thinking of assisting this coon down to the
place he wants to reach. Sure you ain't going too strong when you do
that, Jack?"
"I've thought it over," came the steady reply. "And I've made up my
mind that in doing it I'd only be acting in the interest of humanity.
The poor fellow is being hunted like a dog. If he could have a square
show when caught I'd never interfere a bit; but you and I know he would
never get it. As he says, once let a negro get the name down here, no
matter how wrongly, and the game is sure to follow."
"And you propose taking him in your boat, to put him ashore above
Friar's Point--is that it, Jack?" continued the other.
"Just what I do," came the reply.
"All right," remarked George at once. "If my boat was larger I'd say
put him in the _Wireless_. I don't altogether approve of this
compounding a felony business; but I'm dead sure my dad would tell me
it was better to take the chances that way that have the nasty feeling
that by your actions you've helped hang an innocent person."
"Shake, George!" exclaimed Jack, pleased at this sudden change of mind
on the part of his careful chum, son of a lawyer as he was.
It was so arranged; and when the fugitive was through eating he heard
the decision of the boys with tears streaming down his ebony cheeks.
"Clar tuh goodness I never done no house burnin' in all my life, boss.
An' if I'se kin on'y git clar ob dis kentry I nebber kim back no moah,
nebber. I'se gut a brudder out nigh Little Rock, an' he owns a farm.
I'll stay dar, an' wuk foh him till I kin send foh my fambly," he said,
brokenly, as he kissed the hands of each one of the boys.
So Jack had him lie down in the bottom of the boat, where he could be
hidden under some loose stuff. After that the start was made at
exactly eight; and when they sped down the river at a rapid pace the
negro from time to time poked his head out from his coverings to look
in amazement at the buzzing little motor; and once even ventured to
raise it until he could see how swiftly they were spinning along.
A short time after starting they had heard shouts and had seen their
friends of the sheriff's posse waving from the bank. Jack had spoken
to the concealed black; and for fully fifteen minutes the alarmed
Erastus never so much as moved a finger, lest he in some way betray his
hiding place to keen eyes on the bank.
Before noon came George, who had been in the van, fell back to say that
from the indications he believed they were now not more than five miles
above Friar's Point and that Erastus ought to be put ashore at the
first available chance.
About a mile further on Jack discovered what seemed to be a secluded
cove, and thinking that this might afford a fine chance for the hidden
fugitive to go ashore unseen, the two boats steered for it.
Before having the black man leave, Jack thrust some money in his hand.
"There's an address on a slip of paper--no name, but just the number of
the house in a certain town up north," he said. "And Erastus, if after
you get settled, you care to write and let us know how you're coming
on, we'd be glad to have you. We have taken big chances in helping
you, and it would please us to find out that it wasn't a mistake."
Then Erastus gravely shook hands all around, after which he faded from
their sight in the heavy timber.
"Wonder if we ever will hear from him again?" speculated George.
"If he gets safely across the river I believe we will," replied Jack,
with a positive ring to his voice. "For he looks honest to me, though
perhaps I've had only a small chance to know the Southern black. But
we took the chance, fellows, and something tells me we won't be sorry."
They ate lunch ashore, seeing that they were together, and wanted to
have some apparent excuse for landing. But no one disturbed them, and
a little later the interrupted voyage was resumed again.
George stuck close to the _Tramp_ all the balance of that day.
"Don't seem to pay to run ahead all the time," he remarked when Jack
joked him on this score. "And, besides, it does seem as though you
fellows have a monopoly of all the adventure. Hang the cup, anyway.
It will remain a trophy for the club, no matter who wins. For all of
me the blooming old _Comfort_ may come in ahead yet, because, you know,
we agreed on her having a big handicap on account of her well known
slowness. I'm going to hang by you much of the rest of the trip,
fellows."
"Well," remarked Jack, when the hour for the close of the day's run
drew near; "I can see something away below there that looks like the
mouth of the Sunflower river. We're getting in the neighborhood of
that place, anyhow. Take a look yourself, Skipper George, and say
what's what."
Upon doing so the other pilot agreed with him.
"There's the big island ahead, you see, and, according to my map, the
river empties into the Mississippi exactly opposite that. Then, right
along here is where we expect to make Station Number Five; and wait up
for the rest."
As customary they now drew in closer to the shore, and looked for some
favorable nook in which the boats could have a secure harbor during
their stay, be it long or short.
And once that was found, not far from the junction of the two rivers,
Jack made for a point where he set the red flag that, if seen by the
pilot of the _Comfort_, would inform him that he had arrived at a
stopping place, and that his comrades of the Dixie cup race were nearby.
Having attended to that duty Jack proceeded to take things easy; while
the two rival cooks started to wrestle with the problem of what to have
for the next meal; always a matter of more or less consideration among
campers.