A NIGHT IN NEW ORLEANS
"I believe," Clay declared, after a long pause, during which the
voices of negroes along the levee came softly through the night, "that
you know something about the three persons we are just now interested
in."
"Name the three," laughed the sheriff. "Who are they?"
"First, the man we have always called Red, the Robber."
"You have referred to him before, my boy."
"But you gave me no satisfaction," urged Clay, eagerly. "Do you know
him?"
"I have heard of a man who sometimes answers to the name of Red. What
next?"
"The boy, Chester Vinton, accused of having had a hand in the Rock
Island robbery."
"Why do you think I know anything of him? If I knew where he was I'd
be sure and keep him long enough to find out what he knows about that
robbery!"
"And the third person is the cashier of the bank where I left the
packet. What did he come on board the _Rambler_ for? Who were the men
with him?"
"The cashier said he was curious to see the famous boat, didn't he?"
"Pshaw!" exclaimed Clay. "That wasn't the reason he came on board!
Honest, now, didn't he expect to find some of the plunder taken from
the warehouse on the boat?"
"I don't know what he expected to find, I'm sure. I have never talked
with him."
"Now," Clay went on, "you have referred to the leather bag, the one
thrown on the deck of the _Rambler_. Who told you about the bag if the
cashier didn't? I begin to think the cashier took the bag and threw it
back, or caused it to be thrown back, when he discovered that it
contained nothing of value."
"What did it contain when you first saw it?" asked the sheriff, a
twinkle in his eyes. "Let us talk about that, for a time!"
"I'm going to show you," Clay replied, half angrily, "that I can be
just as secretive as you can! I don't know anything about the leather
bag!"
"Well," the officer went on, with a puzzling expression on his face,
"if you come across this boy Chet will you let me know about it?"
"No, I won't!" replied Clay.
"That's right! Speak right up, promptly! Now I know just what to
expect!"
"You might clear up the whole matter," Clay complained, "and yet you
won't open your mouth! I'm not going to assist you--not if I get a
chance, which is doubtful."
"Well," said the sheriff, moving toward the boats, "I must be getting
along! I may see you later. If you come back this way don't forget
that you are all to be my guests for a few days. I really want to get
better acquainted with you boys."
"We'll think it over," laughed Clay. "We're thankful for the
invitation, anyway."
"And when you get down below New Orleans," the officer suggested,
"look out for the real thing in pirates! That boat of yours would make
a fine craft for a freebooter. And human life is not regarded as very
valuable down there."
"We'll be careful, thank you!" Clay answered, and the sheriff and his
men went off in their boats, leaving the boys looking wonderingly at
their retreating forms.
"Now," Alex. grumbled, "what did they come here for, anyway? They
simply let us know that they were wise to our troubles and went
away--without finding out anything, or giving us any information
except that they were acquainted with our movements."
"They did ask for the boy Chet," suggested Case.
"Don't you suppose they know what it was I put in the deposit box at
the bank?" asked Clay. "Of course they know! Now, why didn't the
sheriff demand the key and claim the diamonds as stolen property?"
"It is peaches to prunes that he has opened the box long before this,
or that some one has!" Alex. put in. "He's the original little
pry-in!"
"I'm all out of guesses," Jule declared, "and so I'm going to bed."
The boys saw nothing of the sheriff the next morning. They were on
their way at an early hour, and, going at a swift clip, were within
sight of New Orleans by nightfall.
"Shall we spend the night in the city?" asked Case, then.
"And where would we leave the _Rambler_?" asked Jule. "If we left it
on the river we wouldn't have any boat in the morning."
Without deciding the point the boys tied up some distance above the
city and prepared supper. The moon arose in a clear sky about eight
o'clock and the boys did not turn on the electric lights after eating.
They sat in the moonlight on the deck and watched Captain Joe, Teddy
and Mose tumbling about.
"If it wasn't so much trouble to dress," Case said, after a time, "I'd
like to go to a theatre to-night, and have a swell supper afterwards."
"You don't want much!" laughed Clay.
"Why not go, then?" asked Alex. "I'm not too lazy to put on a decent
suit."
"Do you mean it?" demanded Case, rising from his chair.
"If the others will stay and guard the boat I mean it," was the reply.
"Go if you want to," Clay answered the inquiring look, "for Jule and
Mose can help me keep off the pirates! Only don't remain away all
night."
"Ah done like to see dis town!" Mose suggested.
"You'll have to wait until some other time, Mose," Clay replied. "You
must stay on board and help repel boarders now!"
The little negro grinned as if perfectly satisfied with the
arrangement, and went on with his boxing match with Teddy. Case and
Alex. dressed as rapidly as possible and were taken ashore, in the
four-oared boat captured above Memphis, at the foot of a street not
far from a trolley line running to the business center of the city.
When Clay returned with the rowboat, Mose was on one of the willow
mattresses which had been brought down the river.
In a few minutes Clay called to him to come on board, but there was no
reply. Mose was nowhere in sight. He had evidently started out to see
the city on his own hook!
"I reckon that is the last we'll ever see of him," Jule commented, as
they gave up the search for the boy. "He'll get to shooting craps in
the city and live there forever. Can't do anything with a kid like
that."
"It is hard work to knock any sense into the head of a boy brought up
on the St. Louis levee," Clay admitted, "but I hope he'll return."
"Perhaps he followed Case and Alex., and will return with them," Jule
suggested.
"That would be like him," Clay admitted.
The boys were not sleepy and the moonlight was fine, so they sat on
the deck until midnight, waiting for the others to return. They had
not returned at one o'clock, and the watchers were becoming anxious
when a call from the shore came to their ears. In a moment the call
was repeated, shriller than before, and then there followed a splash
in the river and a shot.
The boys saw a figure swimming toward the _Rambler_ and got out their
guns.
"Doesn't look very formidable!" Clay observed, as the figure came
nearer. "It looks like Mose! Now, what the mischief is the little coon
up to, I'd like to know?"
"It is Mose, all right," Jule assented, "and there's some one on shore
shooting at him. He may have been up to some of his pranks on shore."
Directly the shooting on the shore ceased, and then Mose came on
faster, not being obliged to swim under water half the time. He
crawled, chilly and dripping, on deck and rolled his eyes at Clay.
"Dey done got um!" he exclaimed.
"What about it?" demanded Jule. "Who's got them?"
After much questioning it was learned that Mose had left the _Rambler_
in time to overtake Case and Alex., that he had followed them into the
city, and had seen them talking with Chet Vinton, the mysterious boy
who seemed to turn up in the oddest places and to disappear in the
strangest manner.
The boys had talked with Chet for a long time, the little negro said,
and had not gone to the theatre at all. Instead, they had gone into a
disreputable part of the city with the boy, and had there met two men
believed by the negro to be thieves.
At last, at a late hour, the boy declared, still with much hesitation,
Case and Alex. had attempted to leave the little cottage where they
were sitting and had been forcibly detained. Chet, Mose said, had been
the first one to oppose their departure. Then he, Mose, had dashed
away to warn those on the boat and had been followed by some of the
men he had been watching.
He described in glowing terms and very bad English how he had jumped
fences and chased through moonlit backyards, and how he had been shot
at at every step of the way!
"I reckon you were shot at because some one mistook you for a thief."
Mose looked reproachfully at Jule, and rolled his eyes wider than
ever.
"What are we going to do now?" questioned Clay. "I don't know how much
of this story to believe."
"One of us might leave the boat and go back with Mose," the other
suggested.
At mention of his going back to the place from which he had fled, Mose
rushed into the cabin, lowered his bunk, and covered up, head and
ears, in the bedclothes! Captain Joe tried to worry him out, but
without success.
"I believe the dog can find them," Clay remarked, presently.
"I'm willing to go and try what he can do," Jule answered.
"If we could get that foolish negro to come along!" Clay commented.
Jule went back to the bunk and shook Mose by the shoulder.
"Come on," he cried. "We're going to take Captain Joe out with us and
find the boys. You'll have to go along and show the way!"
"Fo' de Law'd's sake!" wailed the boy. "Let dis coon die in hes bed!"
"Come on!" insisted Jule. "You've got to come."
After many arguments and many promises of reward in the shape of
yellow shoes and red shirts, the boy consented to go ashore again.
Clay warned Jule to be watchful and cautious and saw him go away with
Mose and Captain Joe with a feeling that a great deal depended on his
good judgment.
Jule and Mose were obliged to wait some time for a late car, and the
walk to the quarter of the city toward which their steps were turned
was a long one, so it was nearly three o'clock in the morning when
they came to a dilapidated old shanty near the river front. Mose
declared this was the place, and Captain Joe seemed to think so also,
for he said quite positively, in his best dog-English, that there were
people he knew in that old ruin, which was dark in every window and
door.
Now and then, as the boys and the dog stood in front of the house,
loiterers of the night paused in their aimless wanderings and regarded
them speculatively, possibly mistaking them for disreputables like
themselves. For a long time there was no sign of life in the house,
and then a soft footstep was heard at the front door and the boys
heard a knob stealthily turned.
Listen as they might, they heard nothing more for a long time, and
then a figure dropped softly out of an open window and moved off
toward the river, evidently failing to see the watchers crouched near
at hand.
"That's Chet!" Jule muttered, starting away, but Mose shook his head
vigorously.