STORY OF AN ESCAPE
"Row me to the _Sea-mew_," said Dick Langford, and old Brackish touched
his cap and replied, "Yes, sir; she's a beauty, she is. Hear the news,
sir?"
"No; anything startling?"
"Nothin' out o' the common, at least not in these parts, but it's
summat different to most."
"You're always long-winded, Brackish--Yorkshireman, I suppose," said
Dick impatiently.
Brackish was a Yorkshire boatman, hailing from Scarborough; he came
to Torquay because his mother, nearly ninety, could not stand the cold
blasts of the North East coast, and the old salt had a heart. "Brack"
had a rough red face, eyebrows lapped over a pair of blue eyes; his
throat and chest were always bared, tanned the color of leather; black
hair covered his chest; his hands were hard, a deeper brown than
his chest, the hands of a son of toil, and a boatman. Brack had been
popular at Scarborough; he was well known in Torbay as a brave hardy
seaman, whom no weather daunted. At first he had joined the Brixham
fishing fleet, but soon tired of it, and when he saved enough money he
bought a couple of boats, and made a decent living in Torquay harbor.
Brack was fond of gossip, and on this particular morning he was eager
for a talk; it was his intention to have it out with Dick before he
put foot in the boat, so he stood looking at the young man, barring
his entrance to the craft he was eager to put his foot in. The old
boatman was a sturdy figure in his rough seaman's clothes as he eyed
Dick Langford, and, although impatient, Dick could not help smiling at
him. He liked Brack, and the sailor returned the feeling.
"Let me get in and you can tell me about the news as we row to the
yacht," said Dick.
"All right, sir; no hurry, you're here early. It's Mr. Woodridge's
yacht, ain't it?"
"Of course it is; you know the _Sea-mew_ as well as I do."
"Nice gentleman, Mr. Woodridge," said Brack.
"If you don't let me get into the boat I'll take another," said Dick.
Brack grinned.
"You'll not be doin' that, I'm thinking, after all I've done for yer."
"What have you done?" asked Dick surprised.
Brack looked indignant.
"Yer don't recollect? Well I'm blessed! Fancy forgettin' things like
that!"
"Out with it," said Dick.
"I give yer the winner of the Leger three year runnin', and it's
forgotten. Lor' bless us, what memories young gents has!" growled
Brack.
Dick laughed heartily as he said: "So you did, old man. You're a real
good tipster for the Yorkshire race."
"So I ought'er be. Don't I hail from there? I can always scent a Leger
winner, smell 'em like I can the salt from the sea, comes natural
somehow," said Brack, as he moved away and allowed Dick to step in. He
pulled with long steady strokes and was soon out of the inner harbor,
making for the yacht.
"By jove, this is a lovely morning!" said Dick, looking at the
glorious hills he knew so well.
"Nowt like Yorkshire," growled Brack.
Dick laughed as he said: "You're a lucky man to be at Torquay, all the
same; much warmer, fine climate."
"Hot as----," said Brack with a grunt.
"You haven't told me your news," said Dick.
"It'll keep," said Brack.
"Bet you a shilling you let it out before you reach the _Sea-mew_,"
said Dick.
"I don't bet," said Brack.
"You mean you dare not in this case, or you would lose."
"Very like I should, because I see yer burstin' to hear it, and I
wouldn't like to disappoint yer," said Brack, as he ceased rowing and
leaned on his oars.
"Tired?" said Dick.
"With that bit of a pull," said Brack, disgusted; "I should think
not!"
"Then what are you resting for?"
"I baint restin', I'm easin' my oars."
"Oh, that's it: the oars are tired," said Dick.
"No more tired than I am, but when I gives 'em a spell for a few
minutes they seems to work better," said Brack. "What's more, I talks
better when I leans on 'em, sort o' gives me composure, and time to
think; I'm a beggar to think."
Dick was amused; he wanted to reach the _Sea-mew_, but on this sunny
morning it was good to sit in the boat on the blue smooth water and
listen to old Brack for a few minutes.
"You must have done a lot of thinking in your time," said Dick,
falling into his humor.
"I'm thinking now," said Brack.
"What about?"
"That poor devil who escaped from Dartmoor five days ago."
Dick smiled.
"Is that your news?"
"Yes."
"There have been several escapes lately."
"But they've all been caught in no time; this chap ain't, and by gum,
lad, if he come'd my way I'd help him out. I don't believe they'll get
him; at least I hopes not."
"They'll have him right enough," said Dick. "A convict at large is a
danger to all on the moor."
"This one ain't," said Brack. "'Sides, he may be innocent."
"Innocent men don't get into Princetown," said Dick.
"That's just where yer wrong," said Brack. "I've a brother in there
now, and he's innocent, I'll swear it."
Dick maintained a diplomatic silence.
"Of course you'll not believe it, but it'll come out some day. He was
on a man-o-warsman, and they lagged him for knocking a petty officer
overboard; the chap was drowned, but Bill swore he never had a hand
in it, and I believes him. At the trial it came out Bill had a down on
the man; and no wonder--he was a brute, and a good riddance."
"Do you know who knocked him over?"
"No, but it's my firm belief Bill does, and that he's sufferin' for
another, won't give him away."
Dick smiled.
"You don't know Bill; I does," said Brack emphatically.
"But what about this man who escaped? Why do you think he'll get
away?"
"'Cause he's a good plucked 'un, a fighter, a brave man," said Brack.
"In what way?"
"They put bloodhounds on his track. One brute got away, they didn't
find him for three days, when they did----," Brack hesitated; he wished
to rouse his listener's attention. He succeeded.
"Go on," said Dick eagerly.
"The trackers found the hound dead, and alongside him was a suit of
convict clothes--nice well marked suits, ain't they; you can't mistake
'em," said Brack.
"You don't mean to say the fellow killed the hound, and left his
clothes beside it!" exclaimed Dick.
"That's just what I have said, mister. Clever, weren't it? When the
other hound found his mate, he found the clothes, and he lost the
scent."
"How?"
"'Cause the man must have fled stark naked, and the hound only had the
scent of his clothes; must have been that, 'cause he couldn't follow
him. He'll get off right enough--you see if he don't. I wish Bill
could do the same."
"How did he kill the hound?" asked Dick. "And where did you hear all
this?"
"Strangled it. He's a good 'un he is; I'd like to have seen it. As for
how I come to know by it, one of the men from the prison was here. He
questioned me," said Brack with a grin. "Asked me if I'd seen a man
like the one he gave a description of."
"What did you say?" asked Dick.
"Kept him talking for half an hour or more, gave 'im heaps of
information. I filled him up, never you fear."
"But you didn't see the man?" said Dick.
"Lor' no! Wish I had, and that he was stowed away somewhere. I told
the fellow I'd seen just such a man as he described, with his hands
bound up in bandages, and a cloth round his neck. Said he'd a suit
of old sailor's togs on, and that he went out in a boat with a lot
of rowdy fellers to a 'tramp' in the Bay, and he didn't come back,"
chuckled Brack.
"And what was the result of your false information?" asked Dick.
"I'll tell you what the result will be. It will put 'em off the scent;
they'll think he's gone off on the 'tramp' to London, and they'll give
him a rest on the moor for a bit," said Brack.
"You think the man is still on the moor?"
"'Course; where else should he be?"
"Then he's sure to be caught."
"Wait a bit--a man who can tackle a bloodhound and choke the life out
of him is pretty determined," said Brack.
Dick acknowledged as much and said the circumstances were out of the
common. He was interested in the old sailor's tale. He did not know
whether to admire what Brack had done or to condemn it; he put
himself in his place, wondering how he would have acted under similar
circumstances.
Brack watched him, a peculiar smile on his face.
"Goin' to give me away?" he asked.
Dick laughed as he answered: "I was thinking whether you were right or
wrong."
"Guessed as much. I was right to give such a man another chance. He's
no coward, not he, and guilty men are all cowards," said Brack.
"Who is the man?"
"Don't know; he wouldn't tell me, but he said he was a lifer. He
didn't seem very keen about his capture."
"You mean he seemed glad the man had escaped?" said Dick, surprised.
"I guessed as much from his face," said Brack, "and I reckon there's
worse judges than me of human nature--that's what makes me think he's
innocent--like Bill."
"It's all very interesting, but pull to the _Sea-mew_," said Dick.
"About time," said Brack, as he started rowing again. They were soon
alongside the yacht.
Picton had just come on deck again from the saloon. He hailed Dick
cheerfully.
"Well, early bird, what's brought you here at this time?" he said,
smiling.
"Wished to welcome you, most mighty rider of winners," laughed Dick
as he got out of the boat and stood on the steps of the gangway. "Here
you are, Brack, and thanks for your story; it was thrilling."
Brack touched his cap as he said: "And it's true, and there's heaps of
things thrilling that ain't true," and he pulled away.
"Brack been spinning yarns?" said Picton, who knew the old man.
"A real shocker this time."
"What about?"
"A fellow escaped from Dartmoor the other day. It's worth hearing;
I'll tell you all about it later on," said Dick.
Picton Woodridge staggered backwards. At first Dick thought he was
about to fall. He looked at him in astonishment.
"What's the matter, Pic?" he asked.
"Curious fit of faintness came over me; I'm all right now," said
Picton, but Dick thought he didn't look it.