A SURPRISE PARTY.
Pete Coffey now took up a kerosene lamp and some matches, but he did
not strike a light.
He dropped down on his knees at the back of the cabin, and ran his hand
over the boards.
Presently he shoved one aside, and then another, and another.
"Now, one of you come here," he said.
Barney was quickly at his side.
"Let me aim you right," said Pete, "and then crawl ahead on your hands
and knees for at least twenty feet before you rise."
Barney started ahead, doing the "baby act" very creditably.
"Come, Bissell, hurry up," said Pete, impatiently, and dropping down
beside him, Bissell endeavored to peer into the black darkness beyond.
"What devil's hole is this?" he asked, suspiciously.
"It may be the devil's hole, as you say," answered Pete. "In fact, I
have sometimes thought it was myself. At all events, the devil takes
better care of his own in there than I've ever known him to do anywhere
else; and so, if you really want to escape your enemies, you'd better
be getting in, for I don't propose to fool all my time away on you
to-night, I can tell you."
Bissell followed after Barney without another word.
Bill Bunce needed no admonition. He had been familiar with dark holes
for the better part of his life, and had a particularly friendly
feeling for them, and so he followed on after Bissell, keeping close
behind him.
Pete, as soon as there was room for him to do so, entered the hole, and
having carefully replaced the boards he had slipped aside, lighted his
lamp, and holding it up to the roof of the low tunnel, cast its rays
ahead, so that Barney could see when it was safe for him to rise.
"Ah!" exclaimed Barney, starting to his feet, "this is something like a
hiding place."
The rays of Pete's light had shown him an extensive cavern, hollowed
out of the granite rock, of which all that portion of the New England
coast is composed.
Speedily he was joined by his companions, and a hasty examination of
the chamber took place.
It was large enough to contain twenty or thirty men, and there were
accommodations for at least a dozen. The place was also supplied with
edibles, and Pete hinted that there was something stronger than water
stowed away in one dark recess, "of which, thank God, old Mag knew
nothing."
"If she did, I reckon it wouldn't be there long," laughed Barney.
"That's it, the old gal hasn't many failings, but one of 'em is an
over-fondness for hard stuff."
After some time spent in talking over the situation, Pete intimated
that the travelers might like to get a little rest, and said he would
go out and reconnoiter.
The lamp had been placed on a projecting piece of rock that served as
a shelf, and with only his knowledge of the place to guide him, Pete
started for the entrance.
He could not have had more than time enough to reach the cabin, when
the sound of excited voices came back to the fugitives through the
tunnel, which served the purpose of a speaking tube.
"Seized? the Bouncing Betsey seized? By whom, in the demon's name?"
It was Pete who asked the question, there could be no doubt of that.
"Yes, Pete, she was taken in less than twenty minutes after you left
her," answered another voice.
"That's the fellow he called Clarky," whispered Bissell to his
companions.
The others nodded.
"But by whom--by whom was she taken?" demanded Pete, impatiently.
"Revenue officers; and there are three or four detectives with them."
"The deuce! this looks black."
"I guess you'll think so when you know the rest."
"What is the rest? Tell me without any further loss of time."
"Those detectives are sharper than the devil; they went through
everything on board the schooner in less than no time, and it didn't
take 'em long to find the passengers' duds."
"Ah! I thought it might come to that. Blamed fools, they ought to have
brought 'em ashore. But did they recognize 'em?"
"You just bet they did. There was a bean-pole sort of a fellow among
'em, and he says, says he, 'These things belong to Barney Hawks; he
wore 'em the night after Margaret Ernst was murdered. And those belong
to Bill Bunce; he had 'em on in his saloon the day of the fight there.'
'And these,' said another old fellow, 'are Emory Bissell's: see, here's
his name; there's no getting away from that.'"
"Thunder and blazes!" hissed Bissell, "why were we such confounded
fools as to leave such evidence of our presence on board the schooner?"
"Simply because we _are_ confounded fools," returned Barney; "nothing
more or less. But listen: let us know the worst."
"Come, do get out o' here, an' let an old woman get a little sleep.
Into the cavern with you, or outdoors--I don't care which."
It was evident Pete and Clarky had been joined by old Mag.
"Wait a minute, Mag, and then we'll be off," said Pete, in a
conciliatory tone. "Have the detectives any idea, Clarky, where the
fugitives have gone to?"
"Can't say as to that; but I tell you that thin fellow is an awful
knowing chap."
"But, see here, man, how comes it that you know so much about the
matter? Did you go aboard the schooner again?"
"Yes, I took those bottles up to the boathouse and hid them as you told
me; then I had a few words to say to our boys there, when the cap'n
came ashore and wanted us all to help him land his goods, so I took a
hand and went aboard with him. Then the officers came, and as soon as I
could I slipped out to let you know what was in the wind."
"Come into the cavern, we must talk this over with Barney and his
friends," and a little later they were heard crawling through the
passage.
The first question Bissell put when they had joined them was:
"Is there any one living who knows of the existence of this place who
would give the knowledge away to the detectives?"
"Not one," answered Pete, promptly.
"Then, as the schooner is taken," said Bissell, "we must stay here till
you get a chance to ship us on board some other West Indian craft."
"That won't work, so far as Pete is concerned," put in Clarky, abruptly.
"Why not?"
"He is to be arrested to-night himself."
"How do you know?"
"Heard it talked up. They've found out that Way was killed in the
station while he was in the act of sending off a telegraph message,
that he was struck down from behind, then robbed, and his body placed
on the track to be mutilated; they have also found out that Pete was
around the station at about that time, with some others, and so they
are going to take him, and I reckon if it don't turn out a swinging
affair for him, he will at least get boarding accommodations up the
river for the rest of his life."
"Hum, it does look a little that way, by Jove!" muttered Pete.
"Well, then," said Bissell, "Pete must stay here with us, and we must
depend on you, Clarky, to help us out when the time comes."
"On me? By thunder! I don't know but----"
"But that you are in as bad a box as the rest, eh, young man?"
It was a calm and matter-of-fact voice that uttered these words, and
every man in the cavern sprung to his feet as he heard them, with
exclamations of consternation on his lips.
Then they saw the tall, thin form of Old Spicer towering over them, and
just behind him, four or five more detectives, all thoroughly armed and
ready for business!