ON A STRANGE SHORE
Madge had just time enough to leap to her feet. She would not allow
their determined enemy to catch her while in the act of hiding.
"Keep still," she whispered quickly to Phyllis and Mollie. Then she
turned, with flashing eyes, to the approaching figure of Captain Mike
Muldoon.
"What do you want?" she demanded imperiously, stamping her foot. "Why
have you followed me through the woods?"
For a moment the man was speechless. It had not dawned on him that
Madge would turn upon him. He had expected her to burst into tears and
exhibit signs of fear.
"I want my daughter, and I want her quick, young woman," he answered
gruffly. "When I find her I will settle with you." He pushed past
Madge and dragged the unfortunate Mollie from her place of shelter.
Phil sprang out after her. Her black eyes were flashing with anger and
disappointment. She fastened a firm grip on Mollie's arm. If Mike
Muldoon jerked or shook his daughter, he would jerk and shake Phyllis
Alden, too, for nothing would induce her to let go her hold on Mollie.
"Let me go," whispered Mollie gently, looking affectionately into the
faces of her new friends. "I don't want you to be in trouble for my
sake. I ran away. It was no fault of yours." Mollie appeared to be
quite rational. She seemed to appreciate the girls' loyalty to her.
"Give up my daughter and get back to where you came from, and I will
let you off this time," roared Mike savagely. He did not think it wise
to deal roughly with the girls. Their friends would surely come to
look for them and hold him responsible for their disappearance.
"We won't go a step unless you will let Mollie go with us," returned
Phil wrathfully. "You shan't make her marry that horrible Bill. It is
unlawful for you to force her to marry against her will."
Mike moved stolidly ahead, gripping his daughter and pulling her along
with him. Phyllis, who was still clutching Mollie's arm, followed
after, while Madge walked valiantly by Phil's side.
"Leave go!" Mike shouted, raising his fist threateningly at Phyllis.
Mollie cried out at the thought of possible hurt to her friend, but
Phyllis did not falter. She gazed up at the burly sailor with a look
of such intense scorn, mingled with defiance, that he dropped his hand
to his side and said sneeringly: "Come back to my shanty boat, then. I
will settle with you when we get there."
Tightening his hold on his daughter's arm he strode off toward the
shanty boat, dragging poor Mollie along at a cruel rate of speed.
Phil, still clasping Mollie's other arm, kept pace with her, while
Madge marched a little to the rear with the air of a grenadier.
Mollie's beautiful white face was set in lines of despair, but her
companions felt nothing save righteous indignation against the brutal
man they were forced either to follow or else leave Mollie to her fate.
On the deck of the wretched shanty boat, this time, a man and a woman
were waiting with burning impatience. The man was Bill and the woman
was Mike Muldoon's wife. A group of fisher folk stood near, evidently
anxious to know what was going to happen. It was late in the
afternoon, and they had returned from the day's work on the water.
Madge broke away from her own party to run toward these men and women.
There were about half a dozen in number. "Won't you help us?" she
cried excitedly. "Captain Mike is trying to force his daughter to
marry that dreadful Bill. He has beaten her cruelly because she
refuses to do it. My friend and I tried to get Mollie away from him,
but he found us and forced her to come back here."
"Don't hurt the young ladies, Mike," remonstrated one of the fishermen,
with a satirical grin in their direction, "it wouldn't be good
business." Then he turned to Madge and said gruffly: "It ain't any of
our lookout what Mike does with his daughter. She's foolish, anyhow.
Can't see why Bill wants to marry her."
Muldoon had jerked Mollie from Phil's restraining grasp and flung her
aboard the shanty boat. The woman pushed the girl inside the cabin and
closed the door. Then she stood waiting to see what her husband
intended to do with the two girls.
Captain Mike was puzzled. He stood frowning angrily at Mollie's
defiant champions. They had refused to go back home. He had given
them their opportunity. It was just as well they had not taken it, for
suddenly the man was seized with an idea.
"Git into my rowboat," he ordered Phil and Madge. "I am going to put
you aboard my sailboat and carry you home to your friends. You had
better take my offer. You'll only get into worse trouble if you stay
around here. How do you think you are going to take care of
Moll--knock me and Bill and my old woman down and run off with Moll?"
"Won't any one here help us?" asked Phil, turning to the grinning crowd.
"You had better go home with Mike. It's the only thing for you to do,"
advised a grizzled old fisherman. "Your hanging around here ain't
going to help Moll."
Madge and Phil exchanged inquiring glances. For the time being they
were beaten. It was better to go home. Later on they would see what
could be done for their friend.
"We would rather go back in our own boat," Phil announced, making a
last resistance. Madge, who was already in Mike's skiff, beckoned to
Phil to join her. It was too undignified and hopeless for them to
argue longer with these coarse, rough men. Phyllis followed her chum
reluctantly. She hung back as long as she could, staring hard at the
shanty boat. But there was no sight nor sound of Mollie.
Even after they were aboard Captain Mike's sailing craft Phil's eyes
strained toward the receding shore. When it was no longer to be seen
she sat with her hands folded, gazing into her lap. She was still
thinking and planning what she could do to rescue Mollie. Madge sat
with closed eyes; she was too weary to speak.
The sailor's boat had left the island far behind and was moving
swiftly. It was after sunset, and the sun had just thrown itself, like
the golden ball in the fairy tale, into the depth of the clear water.
The girls were looking anxiously toward the direction of their boat,
and wondering if their friends were worrying over their late return.
The houseboat lay a little to the southwest of Fisherman's Island, and
so far they had not been able to catch sight of it. It was growing so
dark that it was impossible to see the shore very clearly on either
side of the bay. It was Madge's sharp eyes that first made the
discovery that what she could see of the shore was unfamiliar. Captain
Mike was not taking them to their houseboat. He was sailing in exactly
the opposite direction. Madge glanced quickly at Phyllis, who was yet
happily unconscious of their plight, then, turning to Muldoon, she said
sharply: "You are sailing the wrong way to bring us to our houseboat.
The boat lies southwest of the island and you are taking us due north.
Turn about and take us to our boat instantly."
"I am taking you to where I am going to land you, all right," the
sailor replied gruffly. "You have got to learn that you can't come
foolin' in my business without getting yourselves into trouble. I'm
goin' to learn you."
"You had better do as we ask you to do or you may regret it," put in
Phyllis.
The sailor appeared not to have heard her threat.
"Don't speak to him, Phil. He isn't worth wasting words over."
The sailboat was evidently making for the land. The long line of a
pier was faintly visible. A few lights shone along a strange shore.
It was plain that Captain Mike meant to land at this pier. The girls
did not know why he meant to take them there, but they were too proud
to ask him his reason.
Mike drew his boat close along the flight of steps that led to the top
of the pier.
"Jump off, quick!" he called sharply.
It was night. Neither Madge nor Phyllis had the faintest idea of the
hour. Neither one of them knew in what place they were being cast
ashore, nor had they a cent of money between them. But anything was
better than to remain longer on the sailboat.
With a defiant glance at the scowling man Madge climbed out on the
steps of the pier. She gave her hand to Phyllis, who leaped after her.
Captain Mike watched them walk up the steps to the top of the pier.
Then, turning his boat about, he sailed away, leaving the two girls to
the darkness of an unknown shore.