A CURIOUS COMPLICATION.
"So that is what I was arrested for, is it?" thought Winn. "I was
supposed to be one of a gang of counterfeiters, and a pretty desperate
sort of a character. That will be a pretty good joke to tell father.
But I wonder who is offering a reward for me as plain every-day Winn
Caspar, besides the one that would be paid for the young counterfeiter
who ran off with the Sheriff's boat?"
This is what Winn thought. What he said was, "My! but that is a lot of
money! Wouldn't it be fine if we could earn those twelve hundred
dollars?"
"Indeed it would," answered the old man. "Even one of the smaller
rewards would buy us a mule."
"Who is offering them?" asked Winn.
"The Government offers the first, Sheriff Riley the second, and the
third is offered by some one named Brickell. 'W. Brickell,' the bills
are signed. I saw them up at the printing-office, but they are being
distributed all over the place."
Sure enough, in that wretched little printing-office the compositor had
made "Brickell" out of Brackett, and as he was his own proof-reader,
the mistake was not discovered.
"Brickell," repeated Winn, slowly. "That is a queer name, and one that
I never heard before."
"Yes, it is one that has puzzled me a good deal," said Cap'n Cod. "I'm
sure I never heard Major Caspar mention any such person."
"You know this Major Caspar, then?"
"Know him! Well, I should say I did. We were in the same regiment all
through the war, and a better officer never commanded men. Know him!
I know him to the extent of a leg, lost when I was standing so close
beside him that if I hadn't been there the ball would have taken his
instead of mine. Know him! Didn't I know him for three months in the
hospital, where he came to see me every day? Indeed I do know Major
Caspar, and I should be mighty glad to know of any way in which I could
help him out of his present trouble."
"It is strange that I never heard father speak of any Aleck Fifield,"
thought Winn. He was about to ask some more questions, but was
restrained by the remembrance of his present peculiar position. The
same thought checked his inclination to say, "I am Winn Caspar, sir,
the son of your friend Major Caspar, of Caspar's Mill." Instead of
that he said to himself, "I will wait until we get away from this
place; or, at any rate, until I can receive a letter from home that
will prove who I am. Otherwise he might find out about the Sheriff's
skiff, and think I had made up the story to escape arrest as a thief."
So Winn held his peace, and only asked his host if he would furnish him
the materials for writing a letter home. Provided with these, he wrote
to his mother as follows:
"MANDRAKE, IOWA.
"MY OWN DEAR MOTHER,--I write to you instead of to father, as I suppose
he must be somewhere on the river hunting for me by this time, though I
have not seen him yet.
"I am all right, and having a fine time, but have lost the raft. I am
on board a boat called the _Whatnot_, with some very kind people--a
gentleman named Fifield, a girl named Sabella, a funny old darky named
Solon, and a monkey named Don Blossom. I am bound to find the raft
again if it is still afloat, and am going to keep on down the river in
this boat until we catch up with it.
"I shall be here long enough for you to answer this letter; and send me
some money, please, and tell me all about everybody. Give my dear love
to Elta, and tell her I wish she knew Sabella and Don Blossom. She is
just the kind of a girl, and he is just the kind of a monkey, a fellow
likes to know.
"Now it is late, and I must turn in, for I am working my passage on
this boat, and Solon and I must take the place of a mule to-morrow, and
till we can earn money enough to buy one. So good-bye, from your
affectionate son,----WINN."
While the boy was writing, Cap'n Cod went ashore, and when the former
took his letter to the post-office, he met his host there with two
letters in his hand. They followed Winn's into the box, but he did not
see the address on either of them. If he had, he would have been more
troubled than ever, for one was addressed to the Sheriff of Dubuque
County, and the other to his own father.
The old man had seen and recognized the skiff that he had built for
Sheriff Riley as it lay tied to the wharf-boat, but had thought it best
to keep this discovery to himself until he could communicate with its
owner. By cautious inquiries he learned that the skiff had been left
there by a young man calling himself Brackett, who had gone on down the
river, but was expected back in a day or two. Cap'n Cod would have
telegraphed to Sheriff Riley but for the fact that the wires had not
yet been extended to Mandrake. So he wrote and begged the Sheriff to
hasten down the river by first boat.
He also wrote to Major Caspar, expressing his sympathy, telling him
that he was now travelling down the Mississippi in his own boat, the
_Whatnot_, asking for full particulars concerning the lost boy, and
offering to make every effort to discover his whereabouts.
On the morning of that very day, just before his departure from
Mandrake, Billy Brackett had also written and mailed a letter that read
as follows:
"MY DEAR SISTER,--I am up a stump just at present, but hope to climb
down very soon. In other words, your boy is smarter than I took him to
be. He has not only managed to hide the raft, but himself as well, and
both so completely that thus far I have had but little success in
tracing them. I have reason to believe that he and I spent some time
very close to each other on an island the night I left you, but before
daylight he had again disappeared, leaving no trace. After that I
learned nothing concerning him until reaching this place, when I again
struck the trail. I am now following a warm scent, and expect to run
the young fox to earth within a few hours.
"So much for the boy. As for the raft, its disappearance is even more
complete and unaccountable than his. There is absolutely nothing to
report concerning it. I have boarded several rafts, but none of them
bears the slightest resemblance to the _Venture_, which I am certain I
should recognize at a glance. However, when I find Winn he will of
course be able to put me on the right track, and the subsequent
recovery of the raft will prove an easy matter.
"If you have any news, send it to me at this place, where I shall
remain until I hear from you.
"Love to Elta. Tell her that last evening I ran across the queerest
craft I ever saw, with the queerest name I ever heard of. It is called
the _Whatnot_. Of course its Captain knew nothing of Winn, and I did
not expect he would; but I make it my business to inquire of every one
I meet or pass.
"Hoping to be able to send you better news within a day or two, I am
your loving brother,
"WILLIAM."
As this letter reached Caspar's Mill in the same mail with those from
Winn and the owner of the _Whatnot_, who, in writing to the Major, had
used his old army name, and signed himself "Respectfully yours, Cap'n
Cod," it may easily be imagined that Billy Brackett's perplexity was as
nothing compared to that of his sister. What could it all mean? Winn
was alive and well; his letter brought that comfort. But what did he
mean by stating that he was on board that boat with the absurd name,
when both William and Captain Cod stated that he was not there. Then,
too, how could it be possible for those three persons, each of whom was
anxious to find one of the others, to be in a small place, such as this
Mandrake must be, for several days without running across each other?
Such stupidity was incredible, and could only be accounted for by the
fact that all three were of the masculine sex. Well, she would soon
set things to rights, and the fond mother smiled to herself to think
that it was left for her, who had remained quietly at home, to discover
the missing boy after all.
She had but a few minutes in which to catch the return mail; but when
it left, it bore three notes in her handwriting. The one directed to
Mr. Winn Caspar, Mandrake, Iowa, read as follows:
"MY DARLING BOY,--How could you leave us as you did? And why don't you
come home? Don't lose a minute in hunting up your Uncle Billy, who is
now in Mandrake. He will supply you with money, and tell you what to
do.
"Ever lovingly, but in great haste,
"YOUR OWN MOTHER."
To the Captain of the _Whatnot_ Mrs. Caspar wrote:
"Sir,--In the absence of my husband, I took the liberty of opening your
note to him of the 1st inst. In it you write that you are anxious to
discover our boy's whereabouts, when, by the same mail, I am advised by
him that he is on board the very boat of which you claim to be Captain
and owner. I of course take my boy's word in preference to that of any
stranger. Having thus detected the hollowness of your sympathy, and
the falseness of your pretended friendship for my husband, I must
request you to refrain from further meddling in this matter. Yours
etc.,----ELLEN CASPAR."
Fortunately, as this letter was addressed to Captain Cod, Esq., instead
of to Mr. Aleck Fifield, the old man never received it, and in due time
it was returned to the writer from the Dead-letter Office.
To Billy Brackett Mrs. Caspar wrote:
"MY DEAR GOOSE OF A BROTHER,--I have just received a letter from Winn
written at Mandrake. He is on the _Mantel-piece_, and out of money.
Please supply him with whatever he needs, and bring him home to me as
quickly as possible. As for the raft, I am sorry, of course, that you
cannot find it; but so long as Winn is safe, nothing else seems to
matter.
"John writes full of enthusiasm concerning the contract, and I shall
tell him nothing of your absurd doings until you and Winn are safely
back here. Ever lovingly your sister,----ELLEN."