A DISASTROUS COLLISION.
The running off with that boat from the waterfront of a city in broad
daylight was a bold thing to do. But these men were accustomed to
taking desperate risks, and had done many more reckless things than
this in the course of their lawless careers; besides, they expected to
overtake the raft within an hour or so, when they would send the boat
back to its owner, or leave it where he could find it. They did not
yet understand the connection between Cap'n Cod, whom they knew as the
proprietor of the _Whatnot_, and those who were interested in the
recovery of the raft. That made no difference, however. It was enough
that this boat had been used in their pursuit, and that by taking it
they might delay this pursuit until they should recover the raft and
make good their escape. Besides, it happened to be the only available
boat lying at the levee just then, and they would have taken it even
though they had been obliged to use force to gain its possession, so
eager were they to recapture the _Venture_.
This was the reasoning of two of the "river-traders;" while the third
sprang aboard because the others did, and without stopping to reason.
Grimshaw made his way at once to the pilothouse, where Mr. Gilder
followed him, in order to learn his plans. Plater walked aft, and
through the engine-room window saw that the mule was already in his
treadmill, where Solon had just completed his harnessing. Without
alarming the negro by making his presence known, the big man stole
away, and gaining the pilot-house, rang the engine-room bell that meant
"Go ahead." To the great satisfaction of at least two of the
"river-traders" this order was promptly obeyed. Within a couple of
minutes the city had disappeared, and the _Whatnot_ was slipping down
the fog-enshrouded river.
"What is the meaning of this?" demanded Mr. Gilder, as he followed
Grimshaw into the pilot-house. "Are you crazy that you are going off
with this boat and leaving the raft behind? Or do you mean to run in
to where it is, take our stuff aboard, and continue the cruise in this
craft? Because if you do, you can count me out. This is too
conspicuous a boat for my use. Why, man, she'll be spotted by the
police inside of twenty-four hours!"
"I expect it's about time we counted you out, anyway," answered the
other, gruffly. "Plater and I have about made up our minds that you
are playing a double game, and had some hand in the disappearance of
the raft."
"The disappearance of the raft?" exclaimed the other, blankly. "What
do you mean? How did the raft disappear? And when did it disappear?
And where were you, whom we left to look after it? If you have lost
that raft you'll answer to me for my share in it, and I'll see that you
make it good too, you sneaking--"
"Come, come, Gilder! Simmer down!" interrupted Plater, who had entered
the pilot-house in time to hear these angry words. "This isn't the
time nor place for us to quarrel. We've too much at stake. The raft
has gone, and we are after it. That's all Grim and I know. Whatever
information you can give concerning its disappearance will be
gratefully received."
[Illustration: "'The raft has gone, and we are after it.'"]
The interchange of high words that followed had almost led to blows,
when Mr. Gilder suddenly became silent, and stepped quickly to the
pilot-house door. He had just caught sight of Sabella holding Don
Blossom in her arms, and staring through the open doorway with an
expression of frightened bewilderment. She had expected to find her
uncle and Billy Brackett and Winn, and had hastened to announce the
joyful news of Don Blossom's safety.
Now as Mr. Gilder led her aft and down into the living-room, he strove
to banish that frightened look by gentle words and reassuring promises.
"But where is my Uncle Aleck? And where are Mr. Brackett and Winn? I
can't find them anywhere. Solon said they were in the pilot-house."
"They are on the raft, and we are going to find them," was the answer.
"Oh, I'm so glad they've got the raft again! And I'm glad you gave it
back to them, too. Now, Winn can't say you are a bad man any longer.
But you've only borrowed the _Whatnot_ for a little while, haven't you?"
"Yes, only for a little while."
"I don't think those others are very nice-looking men, and I was
awfully afraid until I saw you. Then I knew it must be all right."
"It is all right, little one, and there is nothing for you to be afraid
of. No harm shall come to you so long as I am here, and I promise to
see you safe with your friends again before leaving you. You see, I am
making believe that you are my own little girl, and I want you to feel
just as safe and happy as she would if she were here in your place."
"Of course I feel safe now," answered Sabella, promptly. "I have, ever
since I found out it was you who had borrowed the _Whatnot_. For a
minute, though, I was afraid those disagreeable--" Here the child
hesitated. She did not want to hurt her new friend's feelings. "I
mean," she added, hastily, "that those other gentlemen had stolen it.
And I will make believe I am your own little girl, for I haven't any
papa, and only one uncle in the world. I wish you would tell me your
name, though. I don't think I ever knew any one so well before without
knowing his name."
The man hesitated, and looked curiously at the sweet face upturned to
his. Then, as though arrived at a sudden conclusion, he said,
"My name is Gresham, William Gresham, but my little girl calls me 'Papa
Billy.'"
"Then we'll make a bargain!" exclaimed Sabella, joyfully. "That's the
very name of Winn's uncle; and if I make believe you are my uncle, I
shall have an Uncle Billy as well as he. I think that's better, too,
because you know a girl couldn't have but one own papa, but she might
have a hundred uncles if she wanted. So we'll make that a bargain, and
I'll give you a kiss if you like, because Uncle Aleck says that's
always the other part of a bargain."
With the kiss of the innocent child warm on his lips, William Gresham
returned to the upper deck. His heart was very tender at that moment,
and though he did not express any resolve in words, he knew that a
black page of his life had just been closed, never to be reopened. He
met Plater coming to find him, for he was wanted to aid in keeping the
sharp lookout that the fog rendered necessary.
With all their senses alert and strained, the "river-traders" kept on
for two hours without discovering a trace of the raft. Then they knew
they must have passed it, and so headed the _Whatnot_ up-stream again,
hoping to meet it. Now they barely held their own, without making any
progress, for they knew the raft would drift in the channel with the
strongest current, and therefore that where the water ran swiftest they
must await its coming.
Solon, fully occupied with his duties as engineer and with preparations
for dinner, paid little heed to Sabella when she looked in at the
galley door to inform him that her Uncle Billy said everything was all
right.
"I specs so, honey, I specs so, an' of co'se hit's all right ef yo'
Unc' Billy say so. Him a mighty knowin' young gen'l'man, dat ar Unc'
Billy am, fo' shuah."
As the day advanced, there were occasional rifts in the fog, and in one
of these Mr. Gilder, as we will still call him, caught a momentary
glimpse of the raft. It was drifting at some distance to the right of
them, and in a few moments would be again out of sight. His first
impulse was to announce this discovery to his companions, and his
second was to remain silent. He acted upon the second, and was almost
doubtful if he had really seen the raft at all, so quickly did it again
disappear. Suddenly there came a sound of blows, as though some one
were chopping wood on board the raft.
There was an exulting shout from the pilot-house, the steering-wheel
was put hard over, and the boat began to swing slowly at right angles
to the current. She was headed in the direction of the raft, and Mr.
Gilder knew that, owing to those ill-timed blows, it had been
discovered. Yes. Now he could see it again. There it was, not a
hundred yards away, and the _Whatnot_ was headed so as to intercept it
as it came down. What should he do? It would be foolish to struggle
for possession of the wheel against the two desperate men in the
pilot-house. He could stop the machinery though, or, better still,
reverse it, and so give the raft a chance to drift past and again
disappear in the mist. For Sabella's sake he would make the attempt.
He had already started for the lower deck, when his steps were arrested
by a second shout from the pilot-house, and another sound that smote on
his ear like a death-knell. It was the hoarse note of a deep-toned
whistle apparently at his side. There was a jangling of bells, a wild
yelling, the roar of escaping steam, and then the dim form of a great
up-river packet loomed above the little craft on which he stood like
some awful fog monster intent upon its destruction.
The man stood at the head of the steps leading down into the
living-room, where Sabella, unconscious of the impending peril, was
singing a quaint old hymn as she set the table for dinner. He had
heard his mother sing that hymn when he was a boy at home. So long
ago, and so far away. A second more and this sweet young life would be
blotted out, and the little body, crushed beyond recognition, would be
buried deep beneath the waters of the great river, while he would be
safe on the lower deck of that steamboat. He could easily spring to it
from the upper deck of the _Whatnot_, as he saw Plater and Grimshaw
were about to do.
"I promise to see you safe with your friends again." That was what he
had said, and it was to that child he had said it. In another instant
the man had entered the living-room, seized Sabella in his powerful
arms, and had gained the outer door on the side farthest from the
steamboat.
Then came the shock. There was a moment of horrible grinding,
crashing, and splintering, a mad surging of brown waters, and then the
little showboat passed beneath the monster that had crushed out its
life. It was gone as utterly as the flame of a candle is extinguished
by a puff of wind, and the great river was its grave, as it has been of
thousands of other craft, and will be of thousands yet unbuilt.