THE ROUND-UP.—CONCLUSION.
As the hot breath of the flames grew more ardent, Hunt began to stir
uneasily upon his couch. Suddenly the wounded man came out of his swoon
with a shout. He sat upright, staring wildly about him, his
blood-stained, wan face illumined by the flames. But after his first
instant of confusion he perceived at once what had happened.
“The dogs!” he exclaimed, reeling to his feet, “they’ve set the shed on
fire. But we’ll outwit them yet.”
Tom was at his side in an instant.
“You know a way by which we can get out of here?” he exclaimed.
Hunt nodded.
“It’s a good thing I come to when I did,” he said, “or we all might have
roasted in here.”
He shuffled rapidly to the other end of the shed, and kneeling above a
big, flat stone which apparently served as a hearthstone for an open
grate, he pressed some sort of mechanism. Instantly, before their
astonished eyes, the stone swung open, revealing a flight of steps.
“A secret passage!” cried Tom, while the others uttered exclamations of
astonishment.
“That’s right,” said Zeb, with a grin, “and the best of it is that there
are only two persons on this island that knows of its existence. One’s
me, and tother’s Bully Banjo. We made it in case a revenue should drop
in here some day. Then, d’ye see, all we would have had to do would have
been to herd the Chinks through it and bring ’em out in the brush half a
mile away. But we never thought that we’d have to use it to get away
from our own men.
“By the way,” he said, gazing about stupidly under the pain of his
wound, “where is Sim Lake?”
“I’ll tell you about that later,” said Tom, “the thing to do now is to
get away. You go first, you know the way.”
Led by the wounded man they plunged into the dark abyss, the professor’s
boy whining a little at the idea of descending into the dark, damp
place. Tom came last, and he closed down the big stone behind them.
The passage was fairly commodious, and walking single file and slightly
stooped it was not long before they reached the end of it and emerged in
a clearing in the brush.
Looking around they could see behind them the red glare of the fire and
the figures of the mutineers about it.
“They little think what a march we’ve stolen on them,” chuckled Tom as
he gazed.
“I suppose the cold-blooded rascals are waiting for us to appear, or to
see the shed cave in on us,” added the professor.
“Well, they will be disappointed this trip,” said Mr. Chillingworth,
“but surely I am not mistaken. By some strange chance that passage has
led us almost to the other side of the headland where we left the boat.”
A few seconds of reconnoitering proved that this was correct. They were,
however, on the hillside above the headland, so that they could see down
on the blazing building. It was not a great way to the water, and they
soon emerged at the spot where they had left the boat. They found
everything as it had been when they came away.
“Well,” said Tom, “I guess we had better get on board.”
“What is your plan?” asked the professor.
“Rather a desperate one,” rejoined Tom; “but it is the only thing I can
think of. We can’t put to sea without provisions or water, that’s
certain. Now, on the schooner we can find both. She is unguarded, and
the only risk we run is being seen from the shore.”
“By Jove! that’s a great idea,” cried Mr. Chillingworth. “As for being
seen from land, I don’t think there is any serious danger of that. Those
rascals are all too busy about their own devices.”
“I agree with you,” said the professor. “It might even be feasible to
sail the schooner out.”
Tom shook his head at this daring suggestion.
“We don’t know the water hereabouts well enough,” he said, “and might
only pile her upon shore. No; my idea was to stock up the boat and then
pull out to sea. We ought to be out of sight of the island by daylight.
Surely we can either sight a steamer or the mainland by the time our
provisions get low.”
With the Kanakas at the oars, and the wounded man lying in the stern,
the boat was cautiously pulled toward the schooner. Tom’s plans went
through without a hitch. The men filled six water kegs and selected all
the biscuit and provisions they wished, Zeb Hunt helping them with
suggestions as to the best stores to take. During this time Tom found a
chance to tell him of the fate of Simon Lake. Hunt sank down on a coil
of rope, his head in his hands, as he heard. He was genuinely affected,
for he had been fond of his leader in his rough way.
“Poor Bully Banjo,” he said at length, rising to his feet. “It’s the way
he’d have wished to die. But it’s sickened me of this business. If ever
I get clear of here I’m goin’ ter live honest and clean. I’ve tried the
other way, and it don’t pay. For every bad deed a man does he has to pay
in just so many days of unhappiness—that’s been my experience.”
“I believe you are right,” said Tom, “badness never pays. It’s only men
and boys who live right who are happy.”
Presently a soft hail from the professor apprised them that the boat was
ready.
One by one they slipped down the Jacob’s ladder, which was always
hanging from the schooner’s side when she was at anchor. Before many
minutes had passed the boat, with her anxious passengers, had cleared
the point and was being headed around the further point of the island
toward the east. They knew that by keeping on in that direction long
enough they would strike land. As they had provisions and water enough
for several days on board they felt no anxiety on that score, and their
hearts were light as they rowed through the darkness.
Before long the professor and Mr. Chillingworth dropped off to sleep.
Tom and Zeb Hunt sat alone in the stern talking in low voices, while the
two Kanakas rowed steadily as automatons.
All at once Tom gave a shout.
“Look! Look! A steamer’s lights!”
“Whereaway, boy?” came Zeb Hunt’s fog-horn voice.
“Off to the south—look, she’s coming toward us!”
“You’re right, boy,” growled Hunt. If it had been light Tom would have
seen that a curiously anxious look crept over his companion’s face. The
coming of a steamer meant to Zeb Hunt that he would be placed in irons
and taken back to the United States to work out the penalty for his
crimes. But he said nothing, and presently the entire boatload was
watching the oncoming steamer.
As she drew closer Tom made out that she was a small white vessel like a
yacht. Her lights glowed brightly, both from her portholes and on deck.
Evidently her company was up and about. Perhaps they had sighted the
fire on the island, which was casting a blood-red glare on sea and sky.
“Ship ahoy!” hailed Tom suddenly as the vessel drew closer.
“Ahoy yourself!” came an amazed voice from the foredeck of the vessel,
“who the dickens are you?”
“A crew of castaways!” rejoined Tom. “Throw us a line, will you?”
But now another voice struck in from the strange vessel’s deck:
“Tom! Oh, Tom!”
“Jack!” cried the amazed lad, recognizing his brother’s voice.
“Hooray, we’ve found them!” came another voice, that of Sam Hartley.
“Hooray, my lads! Three cheers!”
They were given with a will while the small boat was rowed alongside the
larger vessel. A gangway was lowered and a perfect bombardment of
questions began to rain down. It was impossible to answer them all, but
in the babel the rancher recognized the voice of his wife.
Well, there is no use trying to give the details of the scene that
ensued when the castaways were all safely on the deck of the big steam
yacht—for such she was—and the small boat was towing astern.
In the first place everybody talked at once, and Mrs. Chillingworth
laughed and then cried, and then cried and laughed again. It was the
most joyous reunion the high seas had ever witnessed. And through it all
only one figure stood apart—that of Zeb Hunt. Presently he slipped away
and made his way to the stern, where the boat with her provisions and
water on board was towing along.
Taking a swift glance around Zeb, despite his wound, hoisted himself
over the stern rail, and with the agility of a sailor, dropped into the
small craft. Then he drew his knife and slashed the rope. Free of the
yacht the boat dropped rapidly astern in the darkness. As the large
vessel’s lights grew dimmer and died out, Hunt took up the oars.
“It ain’t so very far frum here to the Canady shore,” he muttered; “and
once there I’ll be safe frum the law.”
He gave a shudder.
“I guess what that kid said was right,” he muttered, “it don’t pay ter
be bad, an’ frum now on Zeb Hunt’s goin’ ter turn over a new leaf.”
* * * * *
In the meantime, in the lighted saloon of the yacht, the castaways had
told their story, and then Mr. Dacre and Sam Hartley started in on
theirs, part of which we know. On a lounge sat Jack and Tom, their arms
entwined round each other’s necks, while Mr. Chillingworth and his wife
sat happily side by side listening to the excited hum of talk. At some
distance from the rest sat the bottle-nosed man; still he was a sharer
in the general jubilation, too, for it was he who had piloted the yacht
to the island.
But we are running ahead of Sam Hartley’s narrative a little. Our
readers will recall what Mr. Chillingworth and Tom did not, of course,
know, namely, the Secret Service man’s visit to the captain of the
“Islander.” From the description of the schooner the bottle-nosed man
recognized Bully Banjo’s craft, while Sam Hartley easily identified Tom
from the description the captain was able to give of the boy who had
sprung into the shrouds and hailed them.
This done, the next thing to do was to get hold of Mr. Dacre and
telegraph to Washington about the results that had been attained. A
dozen assistants had been rushed to Sam at once, and a week later the
trim yacht “Idle Hour,” under the flag of the U. S. Treasury Department,
had set sail from Puget Sound for a mysterious destination.
They had sighted the fire a few hours before they picked up the boat and
it had caused them a lot of apprehension. It looked as if things had
come to a crisis too soon. But as it happened, things could not have
fallen out better for Sam Hartley’s purposes.
They anchored that night off the island, while all hands took a
much-needed rest, and in the morning they landed. The followers of Bully
Banjo, stupefied by drink and reckless rioting, were an easy prey for
the Secret Service men, who soon had them transferred to the schooner.
It had been decided to tow the vessel into the nearest port, using her
as a prison ship in the meantime.
The Chinamen who had fled in terror to the brush when the rioting broke
out, drifted back one by one. They were rounded up and the situation
explained to them. As it was impossible to take them on the schooner
they were left on the island with plenty of provisions from the yacht
till a Canadian government schooner could call for them and deport them
to China.
A few days after these arrangements had been completed, the “Idle Hour”
sailed for Seattle with the schooner in tow. In the meantime, the mine
had been visited once more—by way of the cove—and several samples of
ore taken from it, which the professor decided to assay when they
reached port. He thinks, however, that they will prove to be very rich,
and already negotiations are under way to acquire the mine. When the
Bungalow Boys and Professor Dingle do secure a right to work it the
Kanakas will have a goodly share of the proceeds, and Mr. Chillingworth
will not be forgotten.
Once more in Seattle Mr. Chillingworth was anxious for the party to
return to his ranch, but the boys and Mr. Dacre both felt that they had
seen about all they wanted of that part of the country. They therefore
accepted the professor’s invitation to visit him later at his home on
the Great Lakes. First, however, they gave their evidence against the
captured mutineers, all of whom were given sentences of more or less
severity, including the treacherous Fu.
We could tell many things about the pleasant times the boys spent in the
great metropolis of the northwest, and of some of the wonders they saw
in that part of the wonderful Pacific Slope. But it is now time to leave
them for a brief space.
We shall meet them again in a new tale of their adventures, even more
exciting and thrilling than its forerunners. This volume will be called
“The Bungalow Boys on the Great Lakes.”
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BOYS OF OAKDALE ACADEMY.
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RIVAL PITCHERS OF OAKDALE.
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NEW BOYS AT OAKDALE.
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FRANK ARMSTRONG AT QUEENS.
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FRANK ARMSTRONG’S SECOND TERM.
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FRANK ARMSTRONG, DROP KICKER.
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THE BUNGALOW BOYS MAROONED IN THE TROPICS.
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much. How the Professor’s invention relieves a critical situation is
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MOLLY BROWN’S JUNIOR DAYS.
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all together. The road over which she ran her red machine had many an
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THE MOTOR MAIDS BY PALM AND PINE.
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THE MOTOR MAIDS BY ROSE, SHAMROCK AND HEATHER.
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