An hour or so after Budd had sailed away from Fox Island to meet Mr.
Wilson at the village and go on the prearranged trip, Judd got into the
yawl and started down the bay to visit the fish-pounds. Some impulse
came to him, as he rowed along, to first visit (though it was contrary
to their usual way of doing) the pound over on the shore of Conanicut
Island. Just before reaching it he happened to glance up the bay, and
saw the Sea Witch tacking down toward him.
"Budd will get down along here before I leave the pound," he remarked to
himself, "and I'll hail him and find out what time he expects to get
back to-night."
Then he rowed leisurely on to the pound and began his work. It was no
easy job to handle the seine alone; and for those readers who are not
familiar with this fish-trap, so common to the New England coast, we
will accompany Judd in his task.
It is low tide, and thus the very best time for the work, as the net is
now fully exposed to view, and can therefore be the more readily
examined for any breaks, and all foreign substances that have collected
in its meshes can be the more easily discovered and removed. The
various times of day, then, at which the young firm have heretofore been
represented as visiting the pounds were not a mere matter of choice on
their part, but were the times that the ebbing tide had made it best to
do so, and it is the same reason that has brought Judd here just at this
hour.
He rows in to the first stake, just a few feet below low-water mark,
where his leader begins. Slowly along this he works his way toward the
pound, five hundred feet off shore. He sees that every stake is still
firm, and that the net is stretched tautly between the posts; that the
sinkers are still holding its lower edge down to the bottom of the bay,
and that its upper edge is properly attached to the top of each stake.
Here and there he pulls away a bunch of seaweed, or some floating log or
plank that the tide has brought up against the net, and which, if
allowed to remain there, might under a heavy sea do great damage to the
leader. By and by he has reached the great circular pound or trap,
which, like a tremendous basin, rounds out each way from his lead-line;
and now the hard work begins. Round and round the basin he goes,
pulling here and pulling there, all the while drawing the great purse
into a smaller circumference, and nearer to the surface. The splashing
and boiling water within, here and there the flash of a fin, and then a
tremendous surge to the right or the left, as the case may be, tell of
the fish imprisoned in the seine.
More than once Judd wishes for his partner's strong arm to help him;
more than once the struggling mass of fish pull back into the deep all
the slack seine, compelling the lad to do his work over again; but at
last he is successful, and the fish are bagged into a corner of the net,
and held there so firmly that there is no possible escape. The
scoop-net is now brought into play, and rapidly the fish are dipped up
and emptied down into the bottom of the yawl. When the last one has
been removed the great purse-net is again lowered into the water, and
the openings at each side of the leader, wide at the outer edge, but
extremely narrow at the inner, are properly adjusted, and the work for
that day is over--unless, indeed, some huge rent in the meshes of the
seine compel it to be loosened from its stakes and carried ashore for
extensive repairs.
This time there is no rent, and Judd has about got the net into its
place, when, glancing up, he sees that the next tack of the Sea Witch
will bring her down near him. Adjusting the net here and there, he
waits for her approach. Ten minutes later she is evidently as near to
him as she is coming, for her tiller is thrown about, and slowly she
swings around for the next tack. He raises his hands to his mouth, like
a trumpet, and is about to utter a prolonged whoop, to attract Budd's
attention; but no sound issues from his lips. Instead, he drops his
hands, catches hold of the net, pulls his yawl rapidly around to the
leader, and then works along it toward the shore.
Why is this sudden change? Because, as the sail of the Sea Witch swung
slowly around for the reverse tack, he saw Budd was not on board. Nor
was this all. In three of those passengers he recognized Bagsley and
his two companions when at Fox Island eight or ten days before, and like
a flash it comes to him that Budd is a prisoner, and the robbers are
running away with the sloop.
As he works his way to the shore he watches the sloop furtively, to be
sure that his action has not awakened any suspicion on the part of the
men in her; but he knows there is little danger of this, for though he
recognizes them, they are not likely to think that he, who is at work so
innocently there by that fish-trap, is the other owner of the boat, and
has already divined their purpose.
Not too fast, so as not to specially attract their attention, he goes
along the leader, stopping just an instant now and then in mere pretense
to adjust the netting. But the moment their tack has taken the sloop so
far across the bay that his movements cannot be readily discerned, he
suddenly becomes the very embodiment of activity and purpose.
Two or three vigorous pulls send the yawl inshore, where it is promptly
secured beyond the reach of a rising tide, for Judd has no idea just
when he will come to claim it again. Even the fish are forgotten as the
boy runs rapidly up the west slope of the island to the nearest
farm-house; and he gives a cry of joy, as he reaches it, to find the
farmer, with whom he is slightly acquainted, just driving his horse and
wagon out of the yard.
"Are you going down to Jamestown Ferry, Mr. Niles?" he eagerly asks.
"Yes, jump in," replies the kind-hearted farmer.
Judd waits for no second invitation, but springing into the wagon, he
points off to the west bay, saying:
"Do you see that sloop over under the west shore, Mr. Niles?"
"Yes," replies he, "and it looks like yours."
"It is; and a gang of fellows are running off with her, and I wish you
would get me to the ferry about as quick as you can. I want to get over
to Newport, hire a tug, and head them off before they reach Beaver Tail,
if possible. I'll pay you whatever you ask for driving me down there,"
was Judd's surprising statement.
The interest of the farmer was at once awakened.
"Sho', now, you don't say so!" he exclaimed. "Lor'! I'll get you there
for the next boat over to the city, and won't ask you anything, either.
I just hope you'll get them;" and the farmer plied his whip to the horse
with a force that sent him tearing down the island at a rate that must
have been a source of astonishment to the usually sedate animal.
He kept his promise, too, and drove on to the ferry wharf just in time
for Judd to jump on the already moving boat as she left on her half-past
three o'clock trip. At four o'clock, therefore, he was in the city, and
running up to Thames Street, he hurried around to the wharf of the
Providence and Newport Steamboat Company, where he had noticed that a
tug with her steam up was lying.
As he turned off from the street onto the passageway leading to the
wharf he saw just ahead of him Mr. Avery, the constable. Quickening his
pace to a run, Judd overtook him.
"Mr. Avery," he exclaimed, "where are you going?"
"Home on the next boat," replied Mr. Avery, shaking hands with the lad,
"and while I was waiting for the boat I walked around here. But did you
wish to see me for anything special?"
Drawing him to one side, Judd in a low voice told him of the discovery
he had made, and what he had come to the city for.
"Now," he said, "I want you to come along with me, if we can agree as to
the division of the reward."
"Budd, you say, is in their clutches, and he certainly deserves one
share; you ought to have a second for your discovery; and I a third, for
going with you, chartering the tug, running a risk of the capture, and
assuming the legal responsibility of the arrest. How does that strike
you?" asked Mr. Avery, with the tones of a man who wanted to do the fair
thing.
"Agreed; and we have no time to lose," responded Judd. "There is a tug
right below here with her steam up."
Two minutes later the officer and lad stood on the dock looking down
into a neat and trim tug, named the Thetis.
"Ho! ho!" exclaimed Mr. Avery as he read her name. "I know her captain,
and I wonder where he is."
"Right here, Avery," exclaimed a voice behind them. "What do you wish?"
They turned to see a great six-footer coming toward them, and as he
reached the dock he went on:
"I thought it was you, Avery, as I came down the street behind you. How
are you all at home?"
"Very well, Captain Bradley," replied Mr. Avery.
Then he introduced Judd, and proceeded to state his business.
The stalwart captain pulled his beard vigorously as the officer told his
story, and then he said, heartily:
"I'm your man, Avery. Steam is up, and we can be off in five minutes.
If we don't catch the rascals you are to give me twenty dollars; if we
do, make it one hundred."
Mr. Avery, after consulting with Judd, agreed to this, and then he
suggested putting on a number of extra men.
"Well, of course I will, if you want them," said the captain; "but I
have three men beside myself, and I'm good for any two of those rascals.
You and the boy make six in all. We have two guns and two revolvers on
board, and if you will wait five minutes I'll borrow a couple more;" and
as Mr. Avery nodded his approval, he disappeared around the corner of an
adjacent building.
In the specified time he returned with revolvers and a Winchester rifle.
"I happened to think that this," holding out the rifle, "was up here in
an office, and brought it along also," he exclaimed. "It may come handy
if we have to back off and take the robbers at long range."
But while this large collection of deadly weapons may have been wise it
was hardly necessary, as the sequel will prove.
It was not far from half-past four o'clock when the tug left the wharf.
She steamed rapidly around the lighthouse, and down by Fort Adams to the
mouth the of bay.
Mr. Avery and Judd stood on her bow, looking eagerly off toward the
great expanse of ocean opening up to their view. Both were confident
that if the burglars had ever intended to go over to Block Island their
plan would be changed on discovering that Budd knew them. The question
of greatest moment to them, then, was, had the Sea Witch, on leaving the
bay, gone to the east or to the west? for they were sure she had already
had time enough to reach the open sea. Their hope was, and to this end
the tug was pushed rapidly forward, that they might reach Beaver Tail
before the sloop had entirely disappeared.
"Do you suppose they have carried Budd off as a prisoner?" asked Judd of
Mr. Avery as they stood there together.
He asked the question with much anxiety, for there had been a growing
fear at his heart that a worse calamity might have befallen his chum.
"It depends largely upon how he came to fall into their hands," said Mr.
Avery, slowly. "If they have watched for him, and purposely enticed him
away, the probabilities are that he is on board the sloop, and that they
will dispose of him in such a way that he cannot be traced. By your
tale, this Bagsley is equal to so serious a crime. On the other hand,
if that Wilson hired him ignorantly, and not until they reached the
island, where his companions were, was it known who he really was, then
I am inclined to think they have left him on the island, but bound in
such a way that he cannot escape until rescued by his friends. This
would give them ample time to get out of the way with their booty before
he could give an alarm, and is probably the thing they have done. But
we cannot really tell until we overhaul them.
"If I were asked to give my idea of the burglars' plans from beginning
to end," the officer went on with a smile, "it would be about this:
Wilson, and the other robber you did not know, have been the forerunners
of the other men, and have doubtless hung about the village for some
time, locating the store and planning for the robbery. Bagsley and his
gang came to Fox Island intending to make that a rendezvous until their
confederates notified them everything was ready; but finding that was
inhabited, they went to Hope Island and robbed Mr. Johnson's house of
all that they needed to make a camping outfit, and have been all the
time on Patience Island, waiting for their allies' message. When it
came, they dropped over to the village, gutted the store, and returned
with one of their confederates to Patience Island, while the other,
Wilson, remained behind to see what effect the robbery had on the
community, and what efforts were put forth to find the criminals. If,
in his judgment, it seemed best to leave the neighborhood, he was to
hire a boat to take them as a camping-party over to Block Island, where
they would have quietly separated and sought places of safety.
"When Wilson appeared, however, bringing a lad who knew one of their
number, they were forced to plan differently, and so they ran away with
the sloop, intending doubtless to go to some quiet nook up or down the
coast, scuttle her, and then disappear without leaving a clew as to the
direction they had gone. But here we are, rounding out into the ocean;
and now where is your boat?"
Anxiously Judd scanned the surface of the water to the westward.
Numerous sails of all sizes were discernible as far as Point Judith, but
not one of them, he was sure, could be the Sea Witch. If the burglars
had gone in that direction they had already disappeared around the
distant point. But to have sailed that way would have been against a
strong southwest wind, necessitating constant tacking, and as fast a
sailer as the sloop was, Judd was confident she had not had time enough
to accomplish that feat. He therefore turned at once, and hopefully, to
scan the eastern horizon. His look was but for a moment; then he
exclaimed, triumphantly:
"There she is, Mr. Avery."
He pointed out a small sloop about two miles away, which was sailing due
east.
"Has the captain a glass?" he then asked; "though without one I am quite
positive she is the sloop," he added, quickly.
A glass was brought him, and adjusting it to his eye, he looked long and
anxiously at the retreating boat.
"One, two, three, four," he counted, slowly. "Ah! yes, there is the
fifth man 'way forward; and the color and rig of the vessel make it sure
she is the Sea Witch."
Captain Bradley stood beside him, and at his words gave the requisite
orders for the course of the tug to be changed. Fresh fuel was thrown
on her fires, and with full steam on she bounded off toward the distant
sloop at a high rate of speed.