KIDNAPPED BY SMUGGLERS
When Hugh regained his senses, about half an hour later, he found
himself lying on the bottom of a canoe, bound and gagged, staring up
at the sky. The sun beat down upon him, full in his face, causing
him to close his eyes until he could just see through the
lashes,---a trick he had learned in many games played in the
woodlands. In the present instance it served him well, for the
three men who were paddling the canoe swiftly toward the mainland
believed that he had not yet recovered fully from the punishing they
had given him; so, after their first glance, they paid little
attention to the captive.
Though the threatened storm which Captain Vinton and Dave had looked
for on the previous evening had given way to a mild and sunny day,
the breeze was still brisk and the sea was choppy. The canoe bobbed
up and down on the short waves, and Hugh was rolled from one side to
the other or bounced roughly with every motion of the light craft.
He felt sick and sore, his head ached miserably, and though he had
had no breakfast, the very thought of food was repugnant to him.
On the island, he mused, his friends would have discovered his
discarded garments by this time, and would be calling and hallooing
to him---in vain. What would they think of his prolonged absence?
That he had been drowned, or attacked by sharks, or lost in a
quicksand?---what on earth would they imagine had happened to him?
And Billy? Poor Billy, he would be quite frantic over the strange
disappearance of his chum! The actual state of affairs would be
about the last guess to enter their minds.
Well, it could not be helped now. He would have to bide his time and
await developments, trusting that his friends would not delay their
coming to the rescue. Meanwhile, where were these three villains
taking him against his will?
After dodging from one island or key to another, slipping along the
shady shores, the canoe suddenly struck out across the wider stretch
of water, beyond which lay the mainland. Presently it thrust its
nose into the soft bank of a stream, or, rather, a sluggish
water-course which made a clear channel in an ocean of waving
saw-grass. The men shipped their paddles, stepped out, and lifted
Hugh to his feet; then they dragged him ashore.
He was able now to look about him, to see where they had landed.
A desolate spot it was, being merely an indentation in the swampy
coast, a deep cove formed by two projecting arms of land which
boasted of no vegetation except the tall grass and a group of
stunted palmettos. Into this cove flowed a stream, and at a little
distance from the mouth of the stream stood three log cabins,
thatched with bundles of grass. They were all that remained of
a little camp of fishermen and beach-combers, which had once shown
promise of becoming a village before it had been finally abandoned
to the wilderness.
From the stove-pipe chimney of one of these cabins, the largest, a
thin spiral of blue smoke rose and drifted away on the breeze. This
was the only sign of human occupancy. The other two dilapidated
buildings might readily be imagined to shelter only spiders and
snakes. Toward this habitation the smugglers now led their young
captive, having first removed the gag from his mouth.
"Now you can shout an' yell all you've a mind to," said Branks, his
black eyes twinkling with grim mirth. "Raise the roof, if you want;
there won't be anybody for miles around to hear you."
Hugh made no reply, though his quick temper was at the boiling point.
He did not believe a word of the taunt; indeed, on the way over
from the island, listening to the men's talk, he had formed the
opinion that they were trying to "bluff" him, trying to impress
him with the idea that he was helpless and far away from his friends.
The chief thing which puzzled him was:
Why had not the _Arrow_ given chase to the canoe if his friends had
caught sight of it, as they must have done? It seemed very unlikely
that no one of his party had seen the canoe stealing out across the
water. Hugh did not know that Vinton, as soon as the canoe had been
sighted, had given orders to go aboard the sloop at once, and that the
_Arrow_ had promptly gone in pursuit, but such was the case. Only, by
some accident, the sloop had struck shoal water and was now stuck fast
on a sandbar, waiting for the tide to lift her afloat.
Meanwhile, approaching the hut, Branks strode forward, paused, and
gave a weird, low whistle. He was answered by a similar one, and then
the cabin door was opened by a man dressed in a brown flannel
hunting-shirt, corduroy trousers, and hip boots rolled down to the
knees. He stood shading his eyes with both hands, as if blinded by
the sunlight on emerging from the windowless cabin.
"That you, Harry?" he inquired.
"No, it's me---Branks," replied the other man. "Confound your
eyesight, Joe! can't you tell an honest poor cuss from a crook?"
He laughed at this merry sally, and Joe Durgan responded with a snort.
"Who you-all got thar?" was his next question, as the others came
up. "A kid, eh? What you-all doin' with _him_?" He blinked at Hugh,
much as a sleepy owl blinks at a hunter who has discovered its nest.
Then a thought crossed his mind: "O-ho! you're one o' the crowd
campin' o'er yonder!"
"Right you are, Mr. Durgan!" declared Hugh with calm politeness. "But
why I've been captured and brought here, I don't quite see. I wasn't
doing any harm that I know of just prowling around the islands for
the fun of it,---nothing more."
"Whar your frien's?"
"Don't know, I'm sure. They'll be over here looking for me in a
short while, I guess."
"They will, eh? Don't say so? Well, come in and make yourself to
home."
There was something so sinister in this invitation and in the leer
which accompanied it, that Hugh felt a qualm of misgiving. He hung
back, uncertain what to say next, until cross-eyed Harry gave him a
push that sent him staggering through the doorway. The four men
then entered the cabin after him, closing the door cautiously.
Inside the hut they were in comparative darkness, the only light
coming in between the chinks in the log walls. An opening which
had once served as a window was now boarded across, for some unknown
reason. The only furniture in the dwelling consisted of a fine
old mahogany table---sadly out of place---three cheap wooden chairs,
a cupboard against one wall, and a rude bunk beside it covered
with deer-skins. From the cupboard Durgan brought forth a tallow
candle set upright on a broken saucer. Lighting this, he placed
it on the table.
"Sit o'er thar," he said to Hugh, pointing to the bunk.
Hugh obeyed in silence; and the men then gathered around the table,
speaking in tones so low that he could scarcely distinguish the words.
"A strange scene!" he thought, surveying the dingy interior.
"Outside, broad daylight; in here, four scoundrels in candle-council,
planning deeds of darkness; and I, trussed up like a calf, watching
them because there doesn't seem to be anything else I can do. At
least, not just now."
He lay down on the bunk, heaving a sigh of weariness.
Hearing the sigh, Joe Durgan glanced up. "If you'll behave like
a good lad an' not try to run away," he said, grinning, "I'll
untie your hands, and you kin be more comf'table-like. What say?"
"Thanks!" said Hugh; and when Durgan, assuming the word to be a
promise of good behavior, unbound the prisoner, Hugh lay down again
and feigned sleep. In his heart he was grateful to Durgan for the
kindness, but he was no less resolved to take every opportunity for
escaping that might arise.
The men continued to speak in low voices, but he heard enough of
their discussion to convince him once more that they were arranging
to meet at a spot where some sort of a cargo was to be run, the first
night when there would be no moon and an off-shore wind. As far as
he could learn from the snatches of talk which reached his ears, the
spot was to be close to this deserted settlement; before them was a
little sandy bay where boats could come ashore, even should there be
a heavy sea running outside.
It was further decided that Joe Durgan would show a light in a window
of one of the smaller cabins if the coast was clear.
In order to draw off the revenue cutter men from the spot, they
proposed also to set afire two small hay ricks which stood near.
By so doing, they hoped that the crew of the _Petrel_ would try to
extinguish the flames, so as to prevent the fire spreading inland to
an extensive grove of valuable cypress trees. As this was sure to be
no easy work, the smugglers calculated to run the cargo and carry the
goods into the cellar of the cabin.
"Didn't know this hang-out had a cellar," said Branks. "Why don't
we-----"
"Shut up!" interrupted the cross-eyed man, holding up a grimy finger
which he pointed at Hugh. "Did you say cigar, Branks?" he added
craftily in a louder tone, so that Hugh might hear.
"No, I said cel-----"
"I won't sell one, but I'll give you one," again interposed the other.
"Here, take it!" And he added under his breath with an ugly oath,
"You double-dyed fool!"
Hugh lay still, breathing deeply and heartily wishing the men would
go away. He began to fear they would spend the day there in hiding.
Presently, however, they rose from the table and went out, closing
and locking the door behind them. He was a prisoner! He sprang up
and rushed over to the door.
"Let me out!" he cried, beating on it with clenched fists. "You
crooks'll have to pay for this when you're caught!"
A loud laugh was the only answer.