CLOSE QUARTERS
If either of the party had looked at the prisoner when the shots were
heard it would have been possible to understand that he was expecting
something of the kind.
His face lighted up with an expression of joy, and one could readily
fancy he believed the time near at hand when the tables would be turned
with a vengeance.
Harvey was more chagrined than frightened.
The fact that he had not suspected something of the kind when it was
learned the house had been virtually abandoned, cut deep into his
professional pride, and he blamed himself more severely than any other
member of the party could have done.
"A child would have had more sense than to fancy they had given us the
slip and taken all their stuff with them," he said, angrily. "I have
simply done what they allowed a fool would do, and now we must pay the
piper."
"But they'll make a mighty poor fist of trying to take us out of here,"
one of the detectives said, consolingly.
"That goes without saying; but how about our leaving when we get ready?
They have us where we can't show our noses outside, and in this
desolate spot we needn't expect any help for it would take a month of
steady work for a person to find us, and I don't reckon the house is
provisioned to stand such a siege."
"I haven't seen anything in the way of food, and I've been into every
room."
"Most likely you'll find that the stock of water is quite as low.
We're penned up here without a chance of helping ourselves unless we're
willing to stand a regular battle."
"Well, I don't see why we shouldn't be able to do, that. According to
the boy's story there are only three, without counting this man,
therefore the forces are equal in numbers."
"That is true; but they have the advantage of position by being hidden
in the woods, and we can't show our noses out of doors without the
certainty of acting as targets while they are under cover."
It was not necessary to discuss the matter at any very great length in
order to understand that they had voluntarily entered a trap, and the
entire party gazed at each other in silence while the prisoner appeared
to enjoy the situation hugely.
"I can't see why they want to pen us up here?" Jet said in a low tone
to Harvey when the two were in one of the rear rooms gazing from the
window, and the remainder of the party were with the prisoner.
"It is plain enough," was the petulant reply. "When they found that
you had escaped it was quite natural to suppose you would lead officers
here. Those fellows wanted to get their precious bodies out of the
way; but yet were not willing to leave all their belongings behind.
The work was done systematically. Everything was first carried a short
distance into the woods, and a man left here on guard so we should be
certain to come into the trap."
"Well?"
"Well, while we are here those fellows are carting off their stuff, and
when that has been safely done we shall be allowed to go free, or they
may possibly try to rescue the prisoner, although that would be
needless, since we have no evidence against him."
"Wouldn't things be all right if you could know where the things were
hidden?"
"Of course; why do you ask?"
"Because it seems to me that I might slip out of here after dark and
watch them."
"There would be too much danger in such a job. They had rather get
hold of you than succeed in carrying the stuff away, for you are an
important witness against them, and once in their hands your lease of
life would be cut mighty short."
"I'll run the risk of their getting hold of me."
"But I won't, so there is no need of discussing the matter. I am going
to post the men at the windows in the hope we shall get a shot at one
of the crowd, and while that is being done you must make another search
of the house to find out what we have got in the way of water and
provisions."
Jet obeyed at once, and the detective placed his assistants at
different points where a view of the woods could be had, impressing
upon them the importance of trying to shoot down one or more of the
besiegers.
A search of the building failed to reveal anything which would aid in
"holding the fort."
Not so much as a cracker could be found, and the supply of water was
hardly more than a quart, which had been left in a pail on the kitchen
table.
Harvey had nothing to say when Jet made his report. He had joined his
assistants in trying to get a shot at the men, and seemed to think of
nothing else.
Left to himself, Jet wandered around the building trying to devise some
means of helping his companions, and before noon he fancied he had a
plan which promised success.
At the rear of the house next to the barn was a pile of fuel prepared
for the stove, and near by were two water barrels.
"There is enough around to prevent them from seeing me if I crawled out
to the barn, and I'm going to do it to-night, whether Mr. Harvey is
willing or not," he said to himself as he ascended the stairs.
All the men were on guard; but nothing suspicious had been seen.
"There is no need of their showing themselves, and I question if more
than one is on guard," Harvey said in reply to the boy's question.
"I want to do something," Jet said, and then he explained the plan he
had formed. "There must be an outlet from the barn at the back, and
even if there isn't I can get through all right in the darkness."
"We can't stay idle while those fellows are carrying off their goods,"
the detective said after some thought, "and I believe I will go with
you. We'll leave the others here a while, and see what it is possible
to do."
Jet would have preferred to make the attempt alone, but he could say
nothing against the officer's decision, and the latter at once began to
make his plans.
The two men from Albany were told what was to be tried, and cautioned
to keep the house well guarded during the absence of the others.
"Above all things have your eyes open for the prisoner," Harvey said
warningly. "It is of the utmost importance that we hold him, and you
must shoot the fellow rather than let him give you the slip."
A series of signals were decided upon so that the defenders might know
when their comrades were coming back; the weapons were carefully
examined to make certain they were in good working order, and then
there was nothing to be done but await the coming of night.
All hands were both hungry and thirsty; but since nothing could be done
to relieve their wants no one complained.
When the night had fully settled down Harvey laid his hand on Jet's
shoulder to signify that he was ready, for the prisoner was to be kept
in ignorance concerning their movements, and the two, followed by one
of the other detectives, descended to the kitchen.
"Barricade the door as soon as we go out," the leader whispered, "for
it isn't impossible that the men have crept nearer the building since
sunset."
"Suppose you should meet them before getting out of the house?"
"Then we must fight alone, unless you can aid us from the upper window,
for I would rather get the worst of it than to let that fellow escape.
Follow me, Jet, and don't attempt to go ahead."
Harvey opened the door softly, dropped to his hands and knees, and
crawled into the yard.
Jet copied every movement, and the two worked their way toward the
barn, stopping every few feet to listen for some sound from the enemy.
All was quiet as the grave, and not even so much as the rustling of the
leaves broke the stillness.
The barn door was not fastened, and Harvey pulled it open a short
distance, rising to his feet as he gained the entrance.
A moment later the two were in the building groping their way from one
point to another in the hope of finding a place of exit.
Now Harvey stopped for a final word.
"If it should happen that those fellows on the outside get the best of
me, make every effort to escape."
"Not at the cost of leaving you alone."
"At any price, so that you can telegraph in my name for more men to be
sent up."
"Do you want the inspector to know it?"
"No; wire the chief of police at Albany, and wait at the first station
you reach for them to come. Here is money."
He handed Jet what seemed like quite a large roll of bills, and then
advanced in the darkness once more.
By good fortune rather than skill he found, a moment later, that for
which he was seeking.
A small window, used for throwing out offal, was before him, and
through this he crawled, turning, as he gained the outside, to assist
Jet.
They were now in the shadow of the building with a cleared space of
about twenty yards to be traversed before they could gain the shelter
of the trees.
Again the detective dropped to his hands and knees, Jet following his
example.
Silently and cautiously they crept across the opening; but just as they
were half way it seemed to Jet as if a solid sheet of fire lighted up
the clearing, and the reports which followed were almost deafening.
The enemy had expected exactly the move which was being made, and were
counting on killing their foes.
Fortunately the bullets had passed over the heads of the two reclining
figures, and Jet was about to leap to his feet when Harvey said sternly:
"Stay where you are, and give them a dose!"
At the same instant he began firing his revolver, aiming at the place
from which the flash of weapons had been seen.
Jet did as he was bidden until his weapon was emptied, and then he saw
Harvey leap to his feet and run at full speed diagonally across the
opening.
He did the same, loading the weapon as he went, and just as both
reached the fringe of foliage the detective fell before the fire of
those in the woods.
"Are you hurt?" Jet whispered as he knelt by the side of his friend
regardless of the danger.
"They have put a bullet through my leg, and I reckon that does me up."
"Let me try to get you back."
"It can't be done, my boy. Remember what I told you, and start at
once."
"But I don't want to leave you here?"
"You must; our only hope is that you can reach a telegraph station.
Run the best you know how while I give them something to occupy their
attention."
Jet hesitated no longer.
It seemed cruel to desert a wounded friend; but the order had been
given, and he could not refuse to obey it.
Harvey discharged his weapon rapidly, and the boy ran at full speed in
the opposite direction fearing he would never again see in life the man
who had promised to befriend him.