THE SPY-GLASS.
Ten minutes' brisk walking brought us alongside that portion of
the levee set apart for steamboats--those huge embarkations of the
Mississippi, many of which are not inappropriately styled "floating
palaces."
At least two score of them lay opposite the landing; some coming in,
others going out; some taking cargo aboard, and others discharging it
on the wharf.
It was a crowded and busy scene; but unlike as among the flats, we
anticipated no difficulty in identifying the particular boat with which
we had business. We were in search of the "Yazoo City."
A single stroll along the line, and we saw she was not there. Scarce
expecting her, we were pleased to discover she had not yet come in. It
was just what we wanted.
"And now," said Mr. Sawyer, "we must stay till she does come in, and
follow on the track of the expected passenger. Where was it you passed
her?"
"Near Point Coupee."
"Let me see," said the lawyer, taking out his watch, and calculating
the time that had transpired since the arrival of the Sultana.
"The Yazoo boat should have been in; she can not be long now, unless
indeed she has stopped somewhere along the coast to take in cargo. In
that case we may have a protracted vigil of it. It's not very pleasant
standing in this hot sun. Besides it looks rather queer you carrying
your cloak about your shoulders. Unfortunately we can not do this
business by deputy, as it wants some one who knows our man by sight.
For myself, I never saw Mr. Nat Bradley, though I've heard some strange
stories about him, almost as strange as that you've told me. Confound
that cloak! Those fellows appear to take notice of it. Stay! I have it.
I think I see a better place from which to make observation--at all
events we shall escape it ourselves. This way."
Without knowing the intention of my chaperone, I followed him. He had
turned short off from the steamboat-wharf, and was proceeding in the
direction of the houses that fronted upon the levee some two hundred
yards from the river's bank.
"You see that restaurant?" he said, pointing to a large establishment
toward which we were wending.
I answered in the affirmative.
"There is a saloon on the second floor, with open windows. Go up there
and call for a couple of 'sherry cobblers.' I will be with you by the
time they are mixed."
I did as directed, passing inside the restaurant, making my way
up-stairs, and ordering the iced drinks.
The lawyer came in along with them. I could see that he had a telescope
in his hand, fresh purchased from a "store."
"The very place for our purpose," he said, walking to one of the
windows and glancing at the steamboats. "The Yazoo City can't come in
without our seeing her from here, and with the help of this magnifier
we may bring Mr. Bradley near enough to recognization. What!" he
continued, placing the telescope to his eye, and looking along the
levee; "have we a view of the flat as well? By my word we have. I can
see the pork-boat--the flat itself, and Riggs, on post where we left
him, as plain as the dome of St. Charles. Good! We shall now know the
movements both of Mr. Bradley and his confederates, without getting out
of our chairs. So no more about them for the present. Let's see how we
can kill time with our sherry cobblers."
We had not much time to kill. We had only just commenced sipping
through our straws, when we heard a "chuck, chuck" in the direction of
Lafayette; and, looking up the river, we beheld a small boat making
down for the wharves.
Her straight sides told she was a "stern-wheeler," but as she forged
round in the crescent-like bend from which New Orleans derives one
of its well-known names, my companion, with the glass at his eye,
pronounced her the Yazoo City.
"Here!" he said, as the boat began to draw toward the wharf, "it's
your turn with the telescope. Get Mr. Bradley in your field of vision,
and keep him there till he comes near enough for the naked eye. What
a divine conception my thinking of the spy-glass--quite a new idea in
detection. We're not only saved exposure to the hot sun, but my man
will never suspect the presence of a spy. If he should see us looking
out of the window, he'd be cunning to guess our object."
The lawyer continued to talk, but I paid only slight attention to what
he was saying. I knew it was only to fill up the time. I had got the
Yazoo City in the field-view of the telescope and was raking her fore
and aft in search of our pirate passenger.
I soon discovered the object of my search. He was upon the guards, near
the top of the stairs leading down to the boiler-deck. I could make out
a pair of saddle-bags hanging over his arm. I knew it was the whole of
his luggage, and that he was prepared to step ashore as soon as the
staging was shot out.
I announced my discovery to my companion.
"Let me have a squint at him," he requested. "It may be as well for
me to get acquainted with the phiz of the interesting gentleman, and
see how it will figure in a court of justice. In a Panama hat and blue
cottonades, you say?"
"Yes; on the saloon deck, close to the head of the stairway."
"I have got his precious picture in my eye. Dressed like a dandy, too!
Patent boots, and grand ruffled shirt! What a flash swaggerer! Let me
see--let me see. I think I've seen that fellow before."
While my companion still kept his eye to the telescope, as if to
familiarize himself with the person of the pirate planter, the little
boat struggled into her place, shoved out her staging, and gave the
impatient passengers a chance of stepping ashore.
Now that I had recognized him I no longer required the glass, and I
could see that Mr. Bradley was among the first to take advantage of it.
As soon as he had reached the crest of the levee, he turned along it in
the direction of the flat-boat landing.
"Good!" whispered Sawyer. "Just as I expected. We shall not have long
to wait before something turns up that will enable us to trap him."
"Should we not follow him?"
"Not yet. Better let him first go down to the flat--aboard if he
intends it. We can see what he does through this. When he comes ashore
again, then it will be time enough to track him to his hotel. Such a
grand fellow as that, unless he have some secret haunt of his own, will
be sure to put up at the St. Charles. Yes! he's making direct for the
flat!"
I could see this myself; but after a time, though the distance was
still near enough for the naked eye, the pirate became mixed among the
levee crowd of promenaders, and was lost to my sight.
"Good again!" muttered my companion. "He's going aboard the boat....
No! one of the crew coming ashore to meet him. It's the same who so
politely received us.... Now they are together on the levee, and
engaged in conversation. I wish we could only hear it. No doubt it
would help our testimony a bit. Riggs has got his eyes upon them;
askant, like a drake listening to thunder. Come! we must quit this, or
he may escape us. As he's not going aboard, he won't stay long on the
levee. We shall get down there about the time he has finished that bit
of private conversation. Come!"
Tossing off what remained of the "cobblers," without the intervention
of the straw, we paid the score, passed out into the street, and turned
toward the flat-boat landing.
The lawyer had guessed the time truly. As we advanced along the line
of shop fronts, we came once more in sight of him in the ruffled shirt
and sky-blue cottonades. He was just parting from Black, who, having
received his instructions, hurried back to the cotton-boat.
Bradley himself came crossing toward the houses, on his way to a hotel,
which proving to be the St. Charles, once more made good the conjecture
of my companion.
As we dogged him up Poydras street, across Tchoupatoulas and Camp, and
into the great domed hostelry of St. Charles, he little dreamt that the
spies of justice were treading so close upon his heels.