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28 A LUCKY CHANCE. He spoke to Perley, and then moved the tiller to come about. Duck your head.s, girls, and then jump over to the other side." Amy ducked and made a spring for the other side. As she did so a sharp flaw struck the sail, tore the sheet attached to the boom out of Dave's hand, and away went the spar to leeward out of his reach. The catboat careened suddenly and then righted in the trough of the waves. If nothing more serious than that had happened all might have gone well; for by bringing the boat up into the wind Hawley could have coaxed the boom aboard again and secured it. It happened, however, that when the catboat careened Amy lost her balance and in the twinkling of an eye went overboard. Her shrill scream was heard by Tom Whitney, whose sail boat was only a short distance away at the moment, and who happened to be watching the catboat to try and make out who were aboard of her. In a moment he sprang to his feet in great excitement. "One of those girls has gone overboard," he cried, turn ing his boat 's head in the direction where the accident had happened. "I must save her." He bore down on the spot where Amy had disappeared, at the same time grabbing up a line to throw to her. Presently he saw her head appear a):iove the surface a short distance away. He threw the coiled rope at her as straight as a die, and the n seized a boathook. The line fell about Amy's head, and she instinctively c aught hold of it. Tom threw the boat into the wind a.nd then pulled in on the ropl!, drawing the unfortunate girl up to the side of the boat, when he reached down with both hands and pulled h er into the cockpit. t "Amy Wilson!" he cried, as he recognized her. "Tom!" she gasped, and then sank back exhausted in his arms. By this time Dave Hawley had recovered the boom and had thrown his boat into the wind, too. As the two craft came almost together Tom recognized his sister a<> well as the two boys in the catboat. He was astonished beyond measure to find Amy and his sister in such company At the same time Haw ley was amazed to behold the boy he supposed to be far away at sea bythat time. "Ruth!" cried Tom: "Oh, rom !" exclaimed his sister; "is that you? Take me aboard." "Sure I will," and he did in short order, without ex changing a word with his enemy. The two bo. ats then fell apart. "Look after Amy, Ruth," said Tom, deferring an ex p lanation for the present. "You ca:n. take her into the cabin. Get off her wet clothes and put her in one of the bunks. That may prevent her from catching cold." Before the sailboat got abreast of the island where the picnic party was Ruth came out of the cabin, after attend ing to Amy, and told Tom the story of how Dave Hawley had treated them Her brother was pretty mad and threatened to haul Dave over the coals. Then he had a long story to tell Ruth about his adven tures since leaving home, which was hardly finished by the time he ran alongS:ide a wharf at the town. Ruth hurried to Amy's home for dry clothes for lier chum, and when Amy was once more dressed s he couldn t thank Tom enough for saving her life. "Don't say any more, Amy," he replied, in a happy tone. "I'm only too glad I was on hand to render you this ser vice." Tom sent the girls home, hired a cart and had his boxes of treasure carried to his house, where he was received with open arms by hi! astonished mother. He told his story more completely at the tea table, and when the contents of the boxes were revealed his mother and sister could scarcely believe their eyes. A week later, when the Polly Ann anchored in the har bor, and Captain Kedge came ashore to break the news of her son s disappearance to Mrs. Whitney, almost the first person he ran across was Tom himself, looking as swell as a nabob's heir. The news soon circulated through Gloucester that the Whitneys had received a legacy, for they sold the humble cottage and went to live in a mu,ch more pretentious one, where they had every comfort they could wish for. Tom bought a fine schooner and went into the coasting trade on his own hook. He was successful from the start, and was regarded as one of Gloucester's rising young citizens. In the course of three years he married Amy Wilson, which happy event took place last June. He did not prosecute Buck Hawley nor his graceless son for the part they played in his abduction from Boston, largely because their rascality had opened the door of wealth to him, enabling him to take RoR'rUNE ON THE WING. THE END. Read "'.PRE ROAD TO SUCCESS; OR, THE REER O:B" A FORTUNATE BOY," which will be the next number (59) of "Fame and Fortune Weekly." SPECIAL NOTICE : All back numbl!rs of this weekly are always in print. If you cannot obtain them from any newsdealer, send the price in money or postage s tamp s b y mail to FRANK TOUSEY, PUBLISHER, 24 UNION SQUARE, NEW YORK, and you will receive the copies you order by return mail.


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The furious mate made a rush for Tom, and the boy:fled. Unluckily his foot caught in a piece of rope, tripping him, and he fell heavily to the deck. A yell of exultation escaped Hawley as he pounced upon the boy.


Fame and Fortune Weekly STORIES OF BOYS WHO MAKE MONEY Iuued Weekl11-B11 Subscription IZ.60 per 11ea.r. Ente1ed according to A.ct of Congreu, in the 11ear 190S, i the ojf!ce of the Librarian of 0ot1{1ress, Wcuhington, D. C., b11 Frank Touse11, Publisher, Z4 Union Square, New York, No. 58. NEW YORK, NOVEMBER 9, 1906. PRICE 5 CENTS A OR, TAKING FORTUNE ON THE WING By A SELF-MADE MAN CHAPTER I. the lad, in answer to the Captain' s not over-friendly observation, "now that father is de.ad and mother has only TOM WHITNEY AND CAPTAIN KEDGE. me to depend on. I'd rather stick to the water-seeing that I'm used to it, having worked up and down the coast aboard "So ye want to ship aboard the Polly Ann for the season, the sl.oop for the last year with father-than tackle anydo ye, Tom Whitney?" bellowed Captain Kedge, glowering thing ashore. I'm willing to go for half a share--" upon the boy with his sinister, stee ly blue eyes. "Think "Oh, ye are?" replied Captain Kedge, sarcastically. ye'd like to learn mackerel catchin', eh?" "I suppose that's about all you'd consider me wort h until The Captain was standing before the door of his cottage, i I got the knack of handling the seine and the fish. As for which was situated on the brow of an elevation overlooking doing my share of working the schooner, 'I'.m sure I can Gloucester harbor, with his ponderous leg s spread out like hold my own with any one 'round Glo'ster." a pair of dividers, and his rough, horny hands clasped be"Ye mean ye think ye kin," grinned the skipper, with hind his broad back. a malevolent look in his eyes. "I've heard lubber s like you He had a black sou'weste r on, and his big face was matalk that way a.fore." hogany colored and bearded. "I'm not a lubber, sir," answered Tom, with a trace of Everybody in town knew Captain Nat Kedge, who owned indignation in his voice. "Father said--" the schooner Polly Ann, had an interest in half a. dozen "I don't keer what your father said," snorted Captain other fishing vessels, and owned several cottages in the Kedge. "There's a heap of 'tween what ye did town as well, but nobody really liked the man for he was aboard the sloop and what ye'll be called on to do aboard rough in his manners, outspoken, somet imes to an offensive the Polly Ann, if so be ye are ready to ship and I'm willin' degree in his -conversation, and was without an ounce of to take ye." consid eration for a tenant who was behind in his rent, or a "I know that, sir, and I'm ready--" member of his crew who incurred his displeasure. "Ye know it, do ye?" and the Captain grin ned again, There were other reasons, too, why Tom Whitney should more maliciously than before. "Well, if ye know it, then have considered him the last captain to apply to for a job; ye won't have no cause to complain if ye don't find every but for reasons of his own the boy had bru s hed them aside thin' to your likin' when ye get out'n blue water. Mackerel and had called that bright, sunny spring mqrning at the catchin' ain't no kid-glove business-I reckon you under Kedg e cottage and asked the skipper for employment. J stand that. It's a hard life and one full of chances . Every "I've got to turn my hand at somethi n g, sir," replied man may have a hundred dolla rs to his credit afore the


2 A LUCKY CHANCE first week is out, and then ag'in we may cruise a month and a s1iit of comparatively new store clothes that fitted him not make enough to pay for our ice. Ye'll find plenty of to a nicety. work, and hard work at that, my cock robin. And there's His father, tho late Captain Joel Whitney, had been in perila waitin' on every minute of the night ancl d ay. They the coas ting trade between Boston and various down-east come when ye least expect 'em. Does yer mot h er know port s and Tom had served about a year's apprenticeship that ye've come to me on this errand?" aboard the sloop Martha Perkins. The speaker looked hard at the boy, with a cur i ous ex'rhe widow had sold this craft, and the good-will of her pression in his face. husband s trade, to a Gloucester man, who had rechris" No. I thought I'd see you t e ned h e r the Sally Peasley. "I s'pose ye've tried other skippers afore ye came to me?" When Mrs. Whitney was Martha Perkins, one of the "Several; but I was late in making application, so the re pr e ttie s t girls of Gloucest e r, her most persistent admirers was ho opening." 1rere Joe l Whitney, an ent e rprising young fellow of "Ye need the money, I dare say, or ye wouldn't have s i x a nd Nat Kedge, a man of thirty, who had just pushed come to me at all?" himself to the fore a s mate of a Glouces ter trawler The boy was silent. Mis s P e rkins was won by Joel Whitney, and Nat Kedge "Why did ye think there was a chance for ye or any one never forgave his successful rival, though there was no e lse on the Polly Ann, when she's got h e r ice aboard ant:rong and he11rty, ap.d I dare say I m i,;M stra in a, p 'int "I'll t e ll h er," repli e d the boy; "and I'm much obliged .11.nq take ye, if so be it yotlf moth e r i s wi]li n B i1t, bear to y ou, C aptain K e dge, for the chance." in mind, ye mustn't expect no favor s

A LUCKY /CHANCE. 3 entered his house, one he had foreclosed upon and bought in from an unlucky mortgagor, while Tom Whitney hurried toward his mother's humble cottage to get her consent to his shipping on the Polly Ann. CHAPTER II. THE SHADOW OF CAPT.A.IN KEDGE FALLS ON THE WHITNEY COT'rAGE. Mrs. Joel Whitney was still a good-looking woman at thirty-seven, and her widow's weeds did not in the least detract-from her personal appearance: She was in the kitchen preparing dinner when Tom hur ried into the house. "Where is mother?" asked the boy of his sister Ruth, who was a delicate girl, and consequently unable to do much toward the support of the family. "In the kitchen. What's the matter, Tom? You look excited, asked Ruth, with a curiosity natural under the circumstances. "You'll know by and by, Ruth," replied the lad, as he hurried out of the sunny sitting and dining room into the short passage which led to the one-story addition used as the kitchen. cried Tom, eagerly, "I've as good as shipped for the mackerel season. All I need is your permission, and then I'll put my signature to the articles." The widow's smile at the appearance of her stalwart son, whom she almost idolized, vanished at his words, and a troubled look came into her face. "I was in hopes you'd given the idea up when you found that all the vessels had shipped full crew for the season. How did it happen that you have found an opening at the last moment?" "I heard this morning that Ned Brown, who signed with Captain Kedge--" "Captain Kedge !" gasped the little woman, with an describable look in her eyes. "You don't mean to say that--" "Yes, mother; I mean to say that he has agreed to take me in place of Ned Brown, who, jt appears, deserted yes terday from the Polly Ann and has gone to Boston.'' "Did Captain Kedge ask you to go?" she asked, in a hushed tone. "No, mother. I called to see him at his house and put the :eroposition to him myself. He didn't seem over-anx ious at first to take me, but later on he said if you were willing he'd ship me, and make a sailor and a fisherman of me for old time's sake." "For old time's sake?" repeated Mrs. Whitney, in a low tone. "Yes, mother, those were his words. He also told me he was thinking of buying the mortgage Mr. Flint holds on, our cottage. He seems to have money to burn. He told me to tell you he would probably call on you this after noon if he and Mr. Flint came to terms." The little widow changed color and placed her hand on her heart. The news did not seem pleasant to her. "\Yell, mother, what do you. say? Shall I report aboard of the Polly Ann this afternoon? I haven't more than time to get my duds together after dinner and buy a num ber of things that are absolutely necessary. The schooner will trip her anchor at the first of the flood to-morrow morning." "I don't like you to go, Tom," said the little woman, wistfully. "Neither am I anxious to leave you and Ruth, even for a week, which may be the extent of our first trip, if the Polly's usual luck stands by her; but I don't see how I can better myself, nor do anywhere near as well. Last season the crew of the smack made one hundred and forty dollars apiece on their first trip, and the Polly wasn't away a full week. Now, wit-h similar luck I'd be entitled to half that amount, or seventy dollars. Think of that, mother! Sev enty dollars would be a godsend to us now." "It would, indeed. I could pay the interest on the mort gage and meet my bills." "Of course you could. And Ruth could give up embroid ering those infant socks she receives from Boston, which pay s o little and are so trying on her eyes. Then there's the rest of the season to be heard from," continued Tom, enthusiastically. "I ought to make three hundred dollars altogether. That would put us on easy street and give me a chance to look around for something else." "I wish it was any other vessel than the Polly Ann," said Mrs. Whitney, with an ominous shake of her head. "I've heard pretty hard things about the way the men are treated aboard of her sometimes." "So have I, mother, but I don't take much stock in those s tories. Most of the crew who go out this season have sailed with Cap'n Kedge before, and he couldn't hold one of them longer than they stepped ashore if he didn't handle them white. The men of Glo'ster, mother, are not slaves, these days, at any rate." The little widow shook her head doubtfully. "Your father has told me more than once that Captain Kedge carried a high hand at sea, and his mate is worse." "Most cap'ns rule with few words, and they're usually to the point. They don't stop to choose their la nguage, either. When a chap tries to shirk his duty he must expect to be handled without gloves. It is possible Cap'n Kedge has had a good many such fellows to deal with, and I guess he shows them little mercy. A man who knows his business, and lives u.p to it, gets a pretty square deal, as a rule. I think it's a case of 'give a dog a bad name and it will stick to him' with Cap'n Kedge. He couldn't keep good men if he didn't treat them right, and he couldn't make the successful hauls he does right along unless he had good men. It stands to reason, then, that the skipper of the Polly Ann can't be as bad as he's painted," said Tom, with a sort of triumphant wag of his head. The boy's argument was good, but for all that the little woman was not convinced. Still, she thought that her old suitor would treat her boy well for her sake, especially as he had hinted as much. To say the truth, she did not care to have the Capmin


4 A LUCKY CHANCE. call on her; neither was she particularly pleased to learn that Captain Kedge proposed to purchase t11e mortgage on the cottage from Flint, the mortgagee, for she feared he had some other purpose in view than merely "She isn't over-anxious for me to go, anyway, and I guess she'd rather l'd not go out with the Oap'n, but it's the only chance I have. I must either take it or look for something else As we need money badly, I'd be a fool to turn down a money-maker because people say the skipper is a hard man to work for." invest his s urplus capita l. 'Torn, having won his mother's reluctant consent to his shipping on board of the Polly Ann, went into the sitting room to wait till dinner was ready and to break the news to Ruth. "Oh, Tom, are you really going mackerel-catching?" the girl U$kcd him, almost tearfully. "That's what I am, Ruth," he answered cheerfully. "We shall be so lonesome, mother and I, without you. Ruth remained silent and went on with her embroidery work. The conversation, however, wrrs not renewed, as Mrs. Whitney presently put the dinner on the table, and after Tom had eaten all he wanted he went out to ma .ke some purchases for his trip to the mackerel grounds. How long do you expect to be away?" CHAPTER III. "It is uncertain. Possibly a week, bu't more likely ten THE SPUNKY MISS WILSON. days, or even a fortnight. Some smacks have been out When Tom got his duds packed in a small sea chest three .weeks or a month before they made their haul." which had belonged to his father he started out to make "How much do you expect to get in the way of wages?" one call. "The business of fishing is conducted upon the system He wanted to say good-bye to Amy Wilson, a pretty, of That is, half the value of the catch, after outgolden -h aired miss, a friend of his sister's, with whom he fitting expe nses have been deducted, goes to the owner of was quite chummy. the vessel and half to the crew.. Although the skipper and Her father was captain of a three-masted schooner that cook are not required to take part in the actual business of carried lumber from a Maine port to Boston and New fishing, each of them receives a full share. The cap'n gets, York. in addition, four per cent. of the value of the catch, and The Wi1sons lived in a pretty cottage not far from the the cook has regular wa.ges." bay. "What does the load of fish usually bring?" Amy's mother had sent her to a store in the neighbor" 'l'hat depends altogether on the market, Ruth. The hood on an errand, and she was returning home when she first catch of the season is usually the most profitable one,' met Dave Hawley, s on of the Polly Ann's mate, a boy for as they are generally packed in ice and carried into the whom she entertained a great dislike. market fresh. Last year the Polly Ann's first trip Dave, on the contrary, was much impressed by Amy's over three thousand dollars in bulk. After expenses had good looks and sprightly ways, and he took advantage of been taken out, and Oap'n Kedge had taken his four per every opportunity to seek her company. cent. rake-off and his half as owner, the full shares amount-He was a big lout of a boy, strong and muscuJar, but not eel to one hundred and forty dollars per man of the crew. active As I'm not an experienced hand at fishing, I've agreed to He had s andy hair and sallow skin, and if he had ever go out i'or half rates. I expect to make anywhere from had any good looks they had been spoiled by an attack of forty to seventy dollars on the first trip." the smallpox, which left hi s face full of shallow indenta As much as that ?" exclaimed the girl, to whom snch tions. s ums seemed almost in the family' s straitened He didn't seem to have sense enough to see that his atcircumstances. tentions were unwelcome to Amy; or, if he did, h e had "Yes, as much as tha.t," nodded Tom, confidently. nerve enough to persevere where he was not wanted. "It's a lot of money," replied Ruth. "Hello, Amy," he said, with a grin, planting his burly "To us, yes." frame in front of her. "I'm goin' sail in' Don't you want "It's a good deal of money to make, anyway, in a week, i.o come along?" or ten days, or even two weeks." "No," replied Amy, decidedly. "I don't." "A chap earns it, all right, for it's tough work It will "Why not?" be harder on me, as I'm a greenhorn at it. "I don t care to go sailing. I a.m in a hurry to get "When are you going away?" home, so please let me pass." "I shall report aboard the Polly this afternoon some "Ho! You ain't in no hurry," grinned Dave. "I seen time." you along for a block,"nnd you was takin' it as easy "Are you going with Captain Kedge ?" a$ked Ruth, openas could be. Say, why can't you be friendly with a fellow? ing her eyes. You know I like you. You kin go sailin' with me jus t as "I am." well as you kin Tom Whitney. I seen him take you "Did you tell mother so?" out t'other afternoon." "Yes." "And does sh1;1 approve---" "Supp6se he did? I can choose my company, can't I?" she replied, with considerable spirit.


A LUCKY CHANCE. a "Do you mean to say I ain' t a s good compa n y as him r snarled Dave, his protruding e yes snapping s pitefully. "I don't see that it' s n e cessary for me to offer any ex planation of my actions to you, David Hawley," :fl.ashed tho girl, in no uncertain tones. "Oh, you don't, eh? I s'pose I aiU:.t good enough for you cau s e we don't live in a nice white cottage with gre e n blinds like you. Well, I want you to know that my old ma;u is just as w ell off as your s and m e bbe better "That has nothing to do with it," s he r e plied. "Then why don t you let me keep company with you if I want to? What do you want to go with Tom Whitney for? His old woman ain t worth a cent. Old Man Flint "Do as I tell you!" cried the spunky girl, stamping her foot. "I'll. do it for you, Amy, 'cause I like you," said Dave, r e luctantly rolling down his s leeves; "but just wait till I ket c h him alo ne, that's all.'' With a look o.f malice at Tom, Hawley turned on his heel and walked off down the street, threats under his breath. Tom laughed, for now that it was over the affair looked rather ridiculous to him. "I never thought yo u were such a spunky girl, Amy," he said, with a smile "Why, your eyes.actually fl.as hed .fire." has a mortg age qn their hou se, and it won't be long, I gue ss, "Did they?" she laughed, the h. eightened color gradually afore th ey' r e s old out, bag and bag g age. I hope it'll b e fading from her ace. soon," he add e d spitefully. "Sure. S'pose he had refused to do a s you wanted--did "You wicked boy, how dare you talk that way!" cried y ou mean to pitch into him yomself? You look e d almost Amy, wrathfully mad enough to do it." "'Caus e it suits me to. I hate Tom Whitney, and one "Hardly that, Tom," smi l ed the girl. "I'm afraid you of these day s I'll punch his head for him." must think me v ery unladylike. But if you only knew how "I'm mu c h obliged to y ou; Hawl ey, for your kind intenhe provoked me before you came. I can't bear the sigh t tions," Spoke Up another VOiCe at this juncture "but if YOU I Of that boy, and yet he's always forcing himself Upon me. punch my head it'fi be when I'm asleep." If h e speaks to me again I shall certain l y tell him in a very Dave Hawl ey and Am y Wilson both turnefi around and f e w word s what I think of him." found themselves face to fac e with Tom Whitney. "And if he tries to do as he threatened a moment ago "Oh, Tom!" exclaimed Amy, her pretty face wr e llihed h e may find I m a tougher proposition than he figures on," in smiles, "I'm so glad to see you." grinned Tom. "And I m glad to see you, Amy. Going home?" "I do hope that you won't have any trpuble with him, "Yes." Tom," said Amy, a bit anxiously. "Then I'll go with you, if you don't mind. "I'm not likely. to for some little time, as I expect to "I shall be delight e d to h ave you do s o Mother was l e ave Glo' ster e arly in the morning." speaking about you this morning." "Leav e Glo'ster early in the morning!" exclaimed the As Dave listened to this brief interchange of talk be-girl in surprise. tween the girl h e was soft on and his "hated rival" his face "Yes. I'm going mackerel fishing this seaso n o n the grew as dark as a thunder-cloud. Polly Ann." Then h e recollected the answer Tom had given to his "Are you, really?" aggressive remarl and he grew white with rage. "I am, really. I was on my way to say good-bye to you "You think I can't punch your head, do you ? he roared. when I saw you talking to Dave Hawley." "I kin wipe the ground with you, and that's what I'm "You won' t be away over a week or two at a time, will I goin to do. You've been puttin' things into this h e re girl's you? h ead ag'in me, that's what you have. She wouldn't treat "I hope not." me the way she don e now if you hadn't. I kin lick you "Well, that's better than if you were going to B oston or with one hand, and I m goin to do it right now." somewh e re else, to remain away for month s Your mother "You're going to do nothin g of the kind, David Hawand si ster will miss you greatly." ley cried Amy, s tepping b e twe e n the boys. "They're bound to do that. You mnst go and see them "Who's goin' to stop me?" he asked sneeri ngly, as he as often as you You'll do that, won't you, Amy?" began to roll up his s leeves. "Why, of course I will." "I am," she answered. Tom walk(ld to the Wilson cottage, and Amy persuade d "Amy, plea s e stand as ide," i::aid Tom quietly. "I'm not him to come in a few minutes to see her afraid of Hawley carrying out his threat. I am able to 1 He stayed a short time, then bade mother and daughter defend myself." good-bye and returned home to see if his c h est had bee n "I won't permit you two boys to fight here on the street," taken down to the scho oner. s he replied, ''Turn down your sleeves again, sir," He fou,nd that it had. she added, looking Dave -full in the face. Half an hour later he left the house, after a tearful paitHawley hesitated and glared at Tom who had stepped ing with his mother and sister, and starte d foi C'arptmter'B out from behind the girl and appeared ready to face the \Yharf, where the Polly Ann had been taking on her ice. issue. He met Captai n Kedge coming up the .


6 A LUCKY CHANCE. "Ye are goin' aboard the schooner, I s'pose?" said the! "Well, what do you want?" he snapped out, his surly skipper, eying the boy keenly. "Ye've got your mother's eyes taking in the boy from head to foot. permission, then?" "Cap'n Kedge told me to report to you,'' began the lac1. "I have, Cap'n," replied Tom, respectfully, for the skip"So you're 'l'om Whitney, are you?" growled the mate. per now stood in a new light to him. "You're the chap that's sneaked into the berth my boy "I thought probably ye'd come, so I word to Hawley Dave ought to have." that ye'(l report afore the schooner hauled out from tho "What do you mean?" asked 'l'om, in surprise. dock." Before Buck Hawley could open his mouth again, his son, The Captain turned awa.y and continued on up the street. livid with rage, jumped from his seat on the bunk and Tom watched him and saw him turn in through the gate came forward. of his own home. "Blast your eyes, Torn Whitney," he roared furiously, "I guess he's bought the mortgage," thought the boy, shaking his fist in Tom's "what do you mean by getcontinuing on toward the wharf. tin' me out of the Polly Ann?" "I wasn't aware that you had any connection with the CHAPTER IV. schooner," replied Torn, coolly. THE SET-TO IN THE FORECASTLE. "You know'd I meant to go out this trip in Ned Brown's The schooner Polly Ann lay alongside Carpenter's place, and you w ent and done me out of the job." Wharf, and when Tom stepped on her deck he asked for "I didn't know anything about it," replied Tom. "I Hawley, who acted in the capacity of a mate. heard this morning that Brown had thrown up his berth "You'll find him for'ard in the fok's'l," replied one of and I called at Cap'n Kedge's house a nd asked him to give the crew, named Gideon Bates, who was coiling a rope abaft me the place. That's all there is to it." the mizzenmast. "I s'pose you expect me to b'lieve that?" snarled Dave. Accordingly Tom walked forward, a'nd, coming to a s cut"I don't care whether you believe it or not," replied tle opening, descended a short flight of steps and found Tom, independently. himself in the smack's forecastle, in which several of the Dave uttered a howl of anger and made a sudden lunge crew and in which were also the cook stove and mess at Whitney's hea .d. table. Tom ducked and jumped aside to avoid another blow. Back of it were the pantry and storeroom, in which were "Slug him, Dave!" cried his father, with an ugly grin. ten fresh-wate; tanks. "There's no one to stop you." Stil.l :furthe1 aft was the hold, divided into pens by par'l'om heard the elder Hawley's remark, and he prepared titi.ons of rougn boards. to defend himself. These were now filled with ice, but later would be used "Confound your hide!" shouted Dave, off his for fish. jacket. "I sai.d I'd lick you, and I'm goin' to do it. I've Abaft th8 hold was the cabin, in which Captain Kedge, got you where I want you now." Buck Hawley and four of the crew found sleeping quarters. Torn made no reply, but watched his big adversary nar-It was neatly :finished in ash, and running along three rowly. sides of it was a broad transom that served as a seat. Our hero was not the 1east bit afraid of the mate's son, The oy.ly furniture was a small coal stove, securely fasalthough the fellow looked to be twice as strong as himself. tened in the middle of the floor. Tom had taken a course of lessons in the art of selfOn the walls clock, a barometer a.nd a thermomedefense from an ex-prize-fighter, and consequently was ter, while a few charts were stowed overhead in a rack. something of an expert with his fists. When Tom Whitney stepped below, Buck Hawley, who Then, what he lacked in strength he more than made was helping .Jed Parsons, the cook, or "doctor," as the up in quickness, for he was as agile as a cat on his feet. crew called him, fix one of the feet of the stove, which had Unless Dave succeeded in closing witK him he had no worked loose, uttered a volley of oaths and ?Prang to his fear of the result, for he knew that his opponent was an feet. unskilful slugger and .slow as molasses. Jed had accidentally lost his grip on the stove and it Breathing threats of what he was going to do to Tom, had severely bruised the mate's fingers. the mate's son, encouraged by the other's first drawback, A smothered laugh drew Tom's attention in another di-began business by smashing at Tom's face. rection, and there, greatly to his surprise and disgus t, he At least, that was his intention, but it failed because the saw Dave Hawley seated on one of the bunks, watching the boy ducked in the nick of time, and, taking advantage of proceedings with no little interest. Dave's unprotected face, handed him out an uppercut that Tom had seen the mate on severa1 occasions before, but landed on enemy's jaw with force enough to set his he nP.ver looked quite so burly and savage-looking as he did teeth, rattling like a castanet. now, standing in the dimly lighted forecastle, caressing his For a moment Da,ve was staggered with surprise, and injured digits. Tom might have followed up his attack with advantage, At that moment his gaze rested on Tom. but disdained to do so.


A LUCKY CHANCE. The fellow roared with rage the moment he recovered and rushed at Tom with blood in his eyes, only to receive a clout in the mouth that brought him all u p, standing with his arms swinging in the air. Tom's successful resistance only served t o make D ave more furious. He made another ruf\h at o u r h ero, full y res ol ved to annihilate him on the spot Unluckily his foot caught in a piece of rope, tripping him, and he fell heavily to the deck. A yell of exultation escaped Hawley as he pounced u p o n the boy CHAPTER V. THE IRON HAND OF CAPTA I N K E D GE Tom side-stepped and smashed him twice in rapid sue"I've got you, you cantankerous little mo nkey!" h e cession in the right eye. roared violently. "You'll steal my boy's berth, e h ? And Buck Hawley looked on in amazement. you'll try to escape the thrashin' he owes you, wi ll you ? He had supposed his son able to do up the new member I'm goin' to mop the deck with you and toss you and of the crew in short order, and now the boot seemed to be your dunnage onto the dock on the other leg. Buck Hawley was fully able to carry out his threat. He was so angry that he made a pass at Tom himself. He wns a violent and unreasonable man when a r o used His ponderous fist glanced off the lad's head and struck and the only person who could contro l him aboar d t he the stove a whack that jarred it out of position. schooner was Captain Kedge himself The iron cut his knuckles to the bone, and he swore like Fortunately for Tom, the skipper stepped o n board at a trooper. that moment Tom, thoroughly angry at the blow he had received from the mate, and aroused by a whack in the chest he got from his antagonist, began to mix things up in earnest with Dave. It was whack, biff, smash, every stroke counting on young Hawley's face. He tried to ward the jolts o:ff, but they seemed to come from every quarter, until he was fairl y dazed by the shower With a howl of pain and fury he bent down his head and butted at Tom like a wild bull. In his blind rage he mistook the stove for his opponent and struck it with such force as to demolish it completely Then he pitched forward on the forecastle deck and lay there, halfstunned. Buck Hawley, seeing his son practically knocked out, uttered another string of oaths and started for Tom' to wreak vengeance on him. "Hello!" he exclaimed, with a frown "What does this mean? What are ye doin' to the lad, Haw l ey ? L et him up, d 'ye hea1; ?'" The mate recognized the Captain's voice, a n d h e r e l uc tantly released the boy. "What's. wrong 'tween you two?" deman d ed Cap t ai n Kedge, as Hawl e y and Tom got on thei,r feet. "lle's taken my boy's place aboa r d this schooner," r e plied the mate, suUenly. "Who says he has?" from the skipper "I say so," answerecl Hawley. "Then ye say what isn't true, d'ye understand?" "I asked you to give my boy a chance in Brown's place." "I know you did." "And you' cl have done it only for this young pup py "Ye seem to know all about it, Buck Hnw ley, said C ap tain Kedge, sarcastically. "I reckon you'd have clone that much for me, seein' I'm your mate, and have been so these three year The boy jumped lightly out of the way and darted up the steps to the deck. "Mate, are ye? Well, p'raps ye are, afte r a fashion ; but that don't give ye the privilege of expectin' more'n i s you r The mate in attempfing to follow him got tangled up due. If I wanted your son aboard the Polly I'd have in the wreck of the cook stove and went clown on all fours. spoken to ye about him But I don't want him. H e's no His remarks for the next minui.e were so expressive that good for my business, nor never will be." Jed Parsons got out of t{ie forecastle himself as soon as he "Why isn't he?" snorted Hawley Isn't he as strong could. as any man aboard?" He found Tom standing in the sun, rubhing his brui sed Captain Kedge grinned sardonically knuckles with his handkerchief. "Wouldn't he make two of that young w hippersnapp e r "Better keep out of sight, my lad," the cook 13aic1 warn you've hired in Brown's place? Wou ldn't h e, I say ?" ingly, "until Buck gets over his tantrmn13, or he' ll make "Look ye here, B u ck Haw l ey," said the skippe r i n a mincemeat of threatening way. "I've taken more back tal k from ye over The words were hardly out of his mouth before the mate this matter than I'd stand from the whole crew together. came teaiing up the forecastle steps Ye ought to know me by this time. I'm cap'n of thi s His face was livid with rage. smack, and owner to boot. I hire a crew to sui t myself He stood for a moment blinking in the face o f the de -and if ye ain't satisfied, Hawley, ye kin take your traps clining sun, trying to locate the boy and go ashore this minute. I want ye to under sta n d t hat At length he spied him, just as the lad started to go aft. Tom Whitney sails in this craft as ord'nar y seama n in The furious mate made a rush for Tom and the boy fled. , place of Ned Brow n What I say I ge n'rall y m e an Now


8 A LUCKY CHANCE. go for'aJ:d and attend to your duty, a nd don't let me hear another whisper out of ye on the s ubj ect "It's easy to see why you've i.aken a fancy to that mon key," snarled Hawley, forgetful in his disappointment and anger of the unwisenes s of his remark. "You've got you!'. eye cocked on his mother." Smash! Quick as a flash of lightning Captain Kedge raised hi1' hairy fist and smote his mate to the deck. Tom was astonished at the swiftness and completeness of that blow. It was as if a sledgehammer had come in contact with Hawley 's head. He lay for several moments like a dazed man, while the s kipper stood over him with a look on his face that was terrible in its wrath. Then the mate picked himself up, and without anoth er word staggered toward the forecastle. Captain. Kedge swung around and faced the boy. "There's a les s on for ye, Tom Whitney," h e said mean ingly. "I 8.ID cap'n of thi s schooner. Do your duty and ye are safe. But if I ketch ye tryin' to shirk your fair share of work, by the Lord Harry ye'll hear from me in a way ye won't like." With those words Captain Kedge turned on his heel and went down into his cabin. .If you're wise, youn g man, you'll take the hint," said Gideon Bates in Tom 's ear. "As far as doing my duty right up to the handle is concerned he shall have no fault to find with me," replied the boy. "I will, though I'm not afraid of him," replied Tom, resolutely. "He isn't to be depended on, and may strike you in the dark. The skipper won' t stand for any crooked work, but he can't be expected to see everything__ that might happen aboard. Ilc r e comes that chap's on. Looks a s if he d been wrastlin' with a wild bull. Did you and he have a run-in below?" ''Yes, and I would have polished him off if the stove hadn't taken the job out' of my hands." "You must be a right good one with your fists if you ca:n whip him," said Giel, admiringly, as Dave stepped sul lenly onto the wharf and walked away. "He has nothing but bTute strength, and is dead slow, while I have science and speeed, and that counts every time." "I guess it does. I've seen bigger chaps than hi m knocked out by small men. Here comes the tug to take us down to our anchorage." Captain Kedge appeared on deck as the came along side and made fast to the schooner's bows 'l'he small hawsers holding the Polly Ann to the wharf were cas t off and she \va6 towed well down the bay, where she dropped anchor on the outside of a small :fleet of fishing craft waiting for a favorable wind and the next flood to carry them over th e bar. Soon after coming to anchor the sldpper called a ll hand s aft to draw for bunks. The bunks had numbers chalked on them, and now the Oa. ptain held in his hand as many small sticks as there were men in the crew. Each stick h ad notches cut in it corresponding to the "Then you'll get along all right. Th e skipper is the numbers of the bunks, and one by one the crew stepped up roughest man in all Glo'ster, but he' s square as a die to and dr e w them from Captain Kedge's hand those that do the right thing. I've sailed with him three In thi s way the s leeping quarters were distributed with seasons, and I ain't got a kick comill'. I've caught it hot perfe c t fairne ss, and there was no chanc e for grumbling once or twice, but I'll allow I deserved it. He ain't infalTom was lucky enough to draw one of the wide bun k c lible, bttt generally he 's right. If you catch a clout alongin the cabin, and at once ha s tened to stow his possessions side the jaw some day or night, kind of sudden -l ike, when in it. you're standin' your trick at the wheel, you may know that Supper was then announced. you've allowed your attention to wander and the hooker is After the skipper seated the crew made a rush for a bit off her course. He ma y be below, but he knows the seats. moment you're not steerin' true. Then the first thing you Only half of them could be accommodated, owing to the know he's alongside of you. He talks oftener with his limited size of the foreca s tle, and those who secured seatg hand than his mouth, s o if you know what's good for you were entitled to first table during the trip. you'll take .the hint I'm givin' you." The others had to be contented to eat at second table. "I'm much obliged to you for putting me wise to the 'rhis, however, was a trifling matter, as the food was situation, and I'll keep my weather eye liftin g when I'm on equally as good and well served as at the first table duty," said Tom. "I suppose you know my name is Tom Tom, not being posted, was among those who came in fo:e Whitney. yours." the second table. "Gideon Bates, called Giel for s hort. That was Jed P ar A Tter supper an anchor watch was set, and all hands did sons, the do,ctor, who \varned you against Hawley when you pretty nrnch as they plea sed until they turned in. came ont of the fok's'l. Th e other chaps will introduce Tom took advantage of this interval to make the acthemselves wlren they run athwart you. You'll find them all quain tan c e of hi s s hipmates. right. I warn you, however to stee r c l ear of the mate. They were a hardy, good natured lot of chaps, thoroughly He's got it in for you. and will watch his chance to get .experienced in the work the boy had to learn though a s back at you. Give him a wide berth whenever you can." far a s seamanship went he felt confident he was their equal.


ti. LUU.KY OHANCK 9 l'he tide turned at two in the morning, but ru; a comparative calm r ested on the bay no e.fl'ort wal:l made on the part of the .fishing fleet to get under weigh. CHAPTER Vl. IN ilANDS OF IIIS ENE.il!l:Y. A breeze 1:>prang up at sunrise, which freshened steadily as the hours went by. 'l'he tide would serve about one o'clock, and as soon as dinner was over all hands got busy, under the skipper's watchful eyes, getting things shipshape for the run out. "Vi'e have a spanking breeze to get under weigh with/' said Tom, as he paused a moment or two beside Gid Bates to haul on a rope. "Breeze!" was the reply. "It' ll be half a gale afo.re you're an hour older." At last came the order to man the windlass, and half the crew ran to obey the order. "Haul taut the main: throat halliards roared Captain Kedge "Give the peak a good pull, ye lubbers! Here, you, Tom Whitney, are ye goin' to sleep over that jib? Heave away at that windlass there. Hoist away on that fores l. Lively, now. Are ye goin' to let thQ J erusha Peasley get away ahead of us? You, Whitney, get to that jib s heet. Do ye want to have the schooner in irons? That forepeak's saggin'. Give her a good haul, Ba tes Lend him a hand there, Hawley. Now she goes." The anchor left the sandy bottom with a jerk, and the Polly Ann fell off as Tom held the clew of the fib well over to starboard, while the men on the windlass worked away for all they were worth. 'rhe schooner's head swept around, and the foresail filled with a bang as Gid Bates checked with the sheet, while Captain Kedge put the wheel up and yelled: "Sta;nd by the main sheet, you Bradley. Do you want to spring the main boom before1 we get under way?" Tom Whitney had a stirring time of it while the schooner was getting o:ff, as he had never had hustle quite so much before in his life. He was equal to the emergency, however, and acquitted him self well. It was fortunate for him he did so, for the skipper's eagle eye was on almost every move he made, and any miss on his part would hav e brought down on him a round of stinging sarcasm from the Captain's lips, and probably a blow from Hawley. All the sa ils filled together, and the Polly Ann heeled ove r under the piping wind as she pointed her long, delicate nose seaward and l ed t)ie :fishing fleet across the bar. Once out:;iide the cape the crew were all kept busy for a couple of hours setting light sails, coiling lines, sto wing odd s and ends, and making everything snug. The sea was now short and choppy, the stiff g ale blowing the spray in clouds over the vessel as she dashed through it. "The Polly Ann is a lively boat," remarked Gid B ates to Tom, as the two stood well forward attending to some job assigned to them. "She's given tough races to more than one fancy yacht, while as a sea-boat in heavy weather she can go where not one yacht in a hundred dare go." "She's carrying a mighty big s.pread of canvas," replied the boy. "The skip pei has set all the jibs and both gaff tops'ls. One would think we were engaged in a race." "That's what we are, my lad,'.' nodded B!ites. ''.The skip per is bound to be first on the mackerel ground this trip. Almost any other fishing v esse l but a mackereler goin' out at this seaso n would have left both topmasts and her jib boom home; but every minute gained to the early mackerel catcher may mean many extra dollars in pocket, so that's why we' re sailin' in racin' trim." Mackerel is a :fis h that is caught in large numbers off the Atlantic c9ast of the United States every year, but there a re few fis h about which so little is known. Where they c ome frqm and where they go are still unsolved mysteries. Every year about the middle of March they appear in great numbers just north of Cape Hatteras. "They are very thin at this time and )1.ardly fit for food; but soon after they strike the feeding grounds of the coast they begin to improve until early in June, when they have, worked their way as far north as New England waters, they are in g ood condition. They run as far north as the Gulf of St. Lawrence, from which, in the fall, they suddenly disappear, and are seen no more till the following spring. All thro u g h the summer, but especially at the first of the season, those that are caught near a port are piicked in ice and carr i e d into the ma .rket fresh. The greater pa.rt of the year's catch, however, is salted in barre l s on board the schooners, and afterward repacked on shore in kits and boxes and sent all over the world. "All hands aft to thumb the hat," roared Captain Kedge at this point. "Thumbing the hat" is a method of choosing watches by lot, in vogue among the :fishing vessels. Jed Parsons left his dishe s anc1 proceeded to the wheel, as a man who was free from watch duty. The c rew of the Polly Ann took hold of an old straw hat, standing in a circle, with their thumbs on the rim. Captain Kedge turned his back, saying: "Six is the number, boys. Ready." Then he reached out his hand backward and placed his forefinger on one of the thumbs at random. "Whose is it?" he asked. "Mine, sir," r e plied Tom Whitney. The skipper turned around and counted six of the thumbs till he came to Gid Ba.tes. "My watch," he said. Then he counted six more, ending at Steve Bradley. "Port watch," lie said. He continued counting until he had assigned to each his watch, and ended with the word s : "Mind, now and re I member who you are to call!' "Tom, much to his disappointment, foun.d himself in


10 A LUCKY CHANCE. Buck Hawley's watch, and he knew he would have to keep his eyes skinned for trouble The cruise thus fairly begun was continued for a couple of days without incident until the Polly Ann reached the fishing grounds. Then she stoocl off and on, und e r easy s ail, with a man constant l y at the masthead scanning the surface of tho water in the hope of seeing mackerel. 'fhe great seine-boat was got averboard, and; with the seine in it, was towed behind the schooner, ready for in stant use Three ot hE)X smacks on the same errand as t h e Polly Ann came upon the ground in turn a'nd held a relative distance one from the other Thus three tedious days passed away without re s ults, and then the barori1eter indicated a change for the worse in tho weathe r. "We're going to have a dirty night, I guess," rem a rked Steve Bradley to Tom Whitney when they came on watch a t eight o'clock. "I'll bet we are," replied the boy, with a gl.ance at the black sky overhead. is where we catch a bit of the rough side of the mackerel business,' said the other, looking over the sch oon e r 's rai l into the black water alongside Before long the wind began to rise and sigh ominously through the smack's riggings, while the Polly Ann, under a solitary reefed jib, scudded over the seas. The lights of the other craft could be seen bobbing in the n ear distance. Tom thought that this was an occasion when it was ever so muc h nicer to be warm and snug ashore H e wondered what his mother and sister were doing at that moment in faraway Gloucester. And then he got to thinking about A.my Wilson and aski ng himself if she t h o u gh t as mu ch o f him as he did of h e r Brad ley wal ked away to the forecastle to light his p ipe, l eavi n g the boy alone. Then it was that a dark figure sto l e t o ward him i n the gloom. \ T he man, whoever he was, bent low, and kept well in the shadow of the schooner's bulwark, as though desirous o f escaping observation. He crept lll:!arer m1d nearer to the preoccupied boy, his h orny fin gers ope ning and shuthng with convu l sive eager ness. W hat -cou ld be his object? The closer he drew to Tom the slower and more guarded became his movernent1:1. At l ast he crouched behind the boy. T urning his big head from one side to the other, he l ooked forward, then aft, and then behind. At the moment there was nobody near Then with a cat-like spring he was on the boy. T hrowing one powerful arm around Tom's neck, he bent his head backward in a vice-like hu g that cut the lad's star tled cry short. With the other arm he grasped Tom's leg s and lifted them over the rail until they dangled above the foaming water slipping past the vessel's 'Side. "I've got yon wl1ere 1 want you, Tom Whitn ey," hissed the voice of Buck Haw.Icy in bis ear. "You've got les s than u minute to live, curse you for a meddlesome young monkey I Only for you my boy would have been aboard this schoon e r and earnin' a good livin'. You took the bread out of his mouth; now I'll take the breath out of yours. It was a bad day for you when you made an enemy of me. I swore to get squ:ue with you, and now I'm keepin' my word. How cl'ye Ji.]{e the prospect? You'll soon be food for the fishes." The scoundrel seeme d loath to let go his hold. It was s u c h satisfaction to play on his victim's nerves. He wanted to extract every ounce of gratification there was in the tragedy. Suddenly he heard the "sound of the footsteps of one o f the watch. It was Bradley returning. He could no longer dally, so with a si bilant laugh he re leas ed his grip and Tom fell wii.h a sp la s h into the sea. CHAPTER VII. CATCHING A LOAD OF MACKEREL. In the in stant that Tom was passing through the air it seemed to him as if all the l?ast events of his young life flashed across his mental vision. I Then he struck the water and went down. But not far. Something had grippe d him by the arm, and he felt :Qim self dragged along through the waves as he rose to the surface. 1 Shaking his head and taking a long breath, he saw that he was sailing along close to the schooner's counter, keeping pace with her. Then he Tealized that a rope trailing alongside had caught and twisted itself around his left arm, and that he was being dragged at the end of it like a big fish at the end of a fish line. Instantly he grasped the rope with his free hand and held on with a grip like that of death. His position waFl one of great peril in the turbulent water He had to throw himself on his back to avoid being suf focated by the rush of the waves. At length, summoning all of his energies, he shouted, "Help I Help!" Captain Kedge had just come on deck and was standing beside the helmsman His sharp ears distinguished the hail, and he walked quickly to the rail and stood in a listening attitude "Help!" cried Tom. The cry c ame fro m onl y a few feet away, it seemed to


A LUCKY CHANCE. 11 the s kipp e r, and in some astonishment he bent over the r a il a nd s tared down into the water. He c ould see nothing at first; then a wave broke close to the schooner's side, and for a moment Tom's face and arms were outlined in the froth. Captain Kedge did not recognize him, but he saw that some poor fellow was overboard and dragging alongside. With a hoarse command to throw the up in the wind, he ran forward with his rough hand on the bulwark to find where the rope hung over the rail. By the time he had found it the Polly Ann had lost her way to a great extent and was bobbing up and down to the seas. "Here, you, Bradley," he roared to the n ea r est member of the watch, "lend a hand, will ye? There 's a man ovetl:ioard, and he's caught at the end of this lin e." The skipper and Bradley exerted themselves to the limit, hauling the line in hand over hand, and the y soon landed the dripping and half-unconscious boy on the "Tom Whitney, by the Lord Ha. rry !" gasped Captain Kedge, as .Jan Olsen, a fl.ashed a lantern in the lad's face. Tom gasped and hcked out like a dying fish; then he suddenly sat up. "Where am I?" he asked. "Where ye ought to be--on board the schoone r Bow did ye get overboard ?" "Don't ask me," cried the lad, with a. shudder. "Don't ask ye? Ye didn't try to commit suicide, did ye?" "No, no, no!" "Then how come ye to get into the water, with this rope wound around your arm?" "I was thrown over." "Thrown over ? Are you mad ?" "No, I'm not, though it's a wonder I am not, after my terrible experience." "Ye mean ye fell over, don't ye?" s aid th'e skipper. "No, I didn't fall. A deliberate attempt was ma.de to murder me." "Murder ye!" exclaimed the start led Captain. '"Who would want to do that?" "Who?" cried the boy. "Your mate-Buck Hawley." "It's a lie l An infernal lie!" cried Hawley, coming for ward, his white, set face showi n g ghastly in the li ght of the lantern. "It isn't a lie," replied Tom "You came upon me una wares from bebind, caught me a strangle hold around the neck with one arm and lifted me over the rail with the other. Then you told me I had only half a minute to livethat you had sworn to get square with me for doing your son out of a job aboard this schooner After that you le t me drop, and if it hadn't been for the rope trailing over .. board it would be all over with me by this time." "I tell you that you li e You're tryin' to ruin me. Deny the attempted crimE;l as he might, there was the brand of guilt in his face and eyes, and Captai n K edge was a quick observer. "Go into the cabin and change your duds," said the sfilppe r to Tom. Then he waved t h e rest of the watch back. What he said to Hawley when they were by themselves no one ever knew, but his gestures were' s ignificant When he had finished and walked a .ft again the mate s lunk away l ike a man who had received a blow. Tom had re ceived such a shock that he h e ld himself well aloof from the schooner's bulwarks for r e maind e r of the watch, l est the villain might try to repeat his trick, and with more success The night was "dirty," as Bradley had intimated it would be. It blew heavily, and the gale, s hifting from one point to another, kicked up a nasty cross sea in wl).ich the Polly Ann pitched about most unpleasantly. All the smacks were blown a.way from the fishin g ground, and they did not r eturn till the weather had mod e rated again It was the morning of the ninth day after the d eparture of the schooner from Gloucester, when the sun was shim mering the surface of the ocean, that the welcome c ry of "There they school; half a mile off, weather bow!" can1e from the lookout man at the masthead. In les s than five minutes after the first cry announcing the appearance of the eagerly expecte d fish the great thirty foot, double-ended seine-boat, rowed by eight men, of whom Tom was one, had l eft the schoone r and started in the direction of the fish. Pulling after them as fast as he could was Buck Hawley in the single dory that the Polly Ann carried. "Come, now, boys, get a move on!" cried the seine master your backs, or you'll all hear from the skipp e r hen you get back, and not in a way you'll like, either Pull for your liYes, all of.you! Pull like the ol

A:. LUUKY CHANCE. rounded by a wall of fine but stout twine, the upper edge of which was floated b y means of numerous large corks attached to the rope that ran around its ent ire length, while the lower edge was su.nk and held straight down by an equal number of lead ring s Through the rings ran a second stout line, known as the rope," an encl of which remained in the boat. At a given signal all hands pulled on this, drawing all the leaden' rings close together, and soon the net was closed together at the bottom, leaving no for the fish to escape. Hauling on this rope and "pursing" th e seine was the harde st part of the whole job. It was also an exciting operation, as there is always an clement of uncertainty up to the last moment; for if the fish take alarm, eYen at the moment th e \York is almost compleicrl, and. dart downward through the sti ll open bot tom of the net, all the hard work goes for nothing and mus t be clone over again. 'rhe crew of the Polly Ann, however, were successfu l in pursing the net without mishap, and a flag was hoisted on an oar as a s ignal to the skipper to bring the schooner down. She was soon alongside the closed net with its glistening :;1rarm of fish. A long handled scoop-net was ri gged with a tackle, and T om Whitney and his mates were soon. dippin g out the finny beautie s a half barrelful at the time, and transferring them to the schooner's deck. The catch a.mounted to about one hundred and fifty ba:rrels of mackerel of prime qualit y as to size, but too thin to spit and salt. A layer of this broken ice was shoveled over the bottom of an empty pen and above it was spread a bask e t of fish Then came another layer of ice, and more fis h, unFl the pen was full. In this way all the pens were filled, and it was long after midnight when the last of the fish were safely packed away. For the rest of the trip Tom and his mates had little to do but stand watch and clean up the vessel. Buck Hawley avoided Tom as much as the boy held aloof from him, but the lad more than once caught the mate's vengeful eye upon him in a way that boded him no good. "I'll have to be on my against that scoundrel as long as we both remain together on this boat," thought Tom. "He seems to be one of those chaps that keeps it in for a fellow indefinitely. It's a good thing for him that there wns no witness of his attempt on my life that night, or I'd put him through to the extent of the law. A s it i s, hi.s word is as good as mine in court, and I couldn't do a thing to him." It took three days for the Polly Ann to make Bo ston Bay and run into the harbor; but, as the weather held fair, and the crow had nothing to do but calcu late their profits and enjoy themselves in any old way,. the time passed: quic.Jdy enough, so Tom thought. CH.4\.PTER VIII. TOM FINDS HIMSELF IN A SITUATION. It was nearly dark before they w ere all on board the seine properly stowecl away in the boat. Captain Kedgc disposed of the Polly Ann's catch for something like twenty-eight hundred dollars, and, aiter expenses had been deducted and the net sum divided up, Tom found himself in possession of sixty-on e dollars, ex actly half of what the regular hands received. and He hastened to mail the greater part of this to his T o m had never worked so hard before in his life, v:as mi g hty tired by this time. mother in a registered letter which informed her that the and schooner would sail direct from BOf;ton on her next trip in a day or two, and consequently he woulcl not be able to get home yet awhile. H o soon found out that there was no rest for him yet awhile. 1 That afternoon the smack hauled alongi;ide a wharf to Sail had to be made on the schoon er, and she was headed take aboard the neces. ary foe for her next visit to the bark for Bo s ton l1arbor. mackerel grounds 'rhen all hands, except the cook and the man at the 'J'he hawsers had hardly been rnaclc fast before Tom, wheel turned to and began "g. ibbing" and packing the fish. mnch to his surprise, saw Dave Hawley saunter down the "Jfackere l are so delicate that they die almost as soon as dork with a cigarette in his mouth. they touch the deck, and will quickl y spoil if not attended \ He walked aboard and was soon in conversatio n with to at once. his father on t h e forecastle deck. Under these circumstances the whole catch had to be 'rom caught them lookinp: in hi s dii'cction once or twice, cleaned and packed in the ice pen s at once. and he wondered if they were talking abou.t him. Tom was astonished at the marvelou s cel er it y with which Dave stayed aboard until supper wa.S announced and then his mates plucked out the gills nnd entrails of the fish, ancl walked nshore. it was at this work he naturally showed up t o poor ad vanThnt night Giel Bates, Sf-eve Bradley arnl Jan Olsen intage. viied 'l'orn to go to the theater with them. He

A LUCKY CHANCE. 13 The show was over at eleven and the four started back After they had looked around the immediate neighborfor the wharf. hood without finding any signs of the lad, who the officer They went into two or three saloons on the way, much at first thought might have been knocked senseless, the con to Tom's annoyance, for he entertained a strong prejudice clusion arrived. at was that 'fom had lit out for the wharf against these resorts. where the Polly Ann lay, so the three men started off for He couldn't very well refuse to accompany his com-, Haley's Dock. panions in, but of course could not be induced to drink Tom was not on the wharf waiting for them, neither had anything stronger than ginger ale. the watchman seen any one in that vicinity for the la,..t As they drew near the docks the streets became more hour except Buck Hawley who he said had Just gone ' ' lonesome ancl less brightly illuminated. aboard the schooner they turned the corner of a big, silent warehouse they "I don't see how he could have lost his way," said Bates, \rerc suddenly set upon with a rush by half a dozen men "for all he hacl to do was to run straight down the street.:, 0 the roughest class. 'They hung about the head of the clock. for a little while Two others-a heavy-set man and a big boy-remained. talking to the watchman ancl waiting for Tom to show up. in the background and watched the fight. It was after midnight when they finally turned in, exThe party of four was at once broken up, heavy blows pecting to fi.ncl Tom in his bunk in the morning. excha nged, before he hardly realized the situation Tom found himself separated from the others and struggling with three toughs. Although taken by surprise, the boy put up a good fight until he received a tremendous blow on the back of the head which shuck him to the ground unconscious. His companions were too buoy defending th e mselves to notice what bad been done to Tom; besides, the fight w a laking place in almost total darkness. Suddenly the warehouse watchman got on to the rack et and blew his whistle for a policeman. The fight ceased as if. by magic, the three ruffians who had been attacking Bates, Bradley and Olsen, and forcing them around the corner of the warehouse, drawing off, slowl y at first, but at last taking to their heels. "Where's Tom Whitney?" asked Gid, when the three men hacl recovered themselves and looked around for their young companion. "Search me," replied Bradley. "I thought we were all together." "No. He must have got separated from us at the begin ning of the scrap." "Supposin' he did, he ought to be near, anyway ; but I don't see him." "Maybe he ran for the schooner at the first onset," sug gested Olsen. "No," replied Bates; "I don't believe he dic1. He isn't that kind of a chap." "Then where the deuce is he?" said Bradley. "Here comes a cop," Bates said. policeman, hurrying up, demanded who they were and what was the trouble. "We belong to the fishing schooner Polly Ann, moored alongside Haley's vVharf," volunteered Giel Bales. "We three and another c hap went to a show to-night. As wc were rctmning to our vessel we were attacked at this corner by a gang of to ugh s and had to d efend ourselves Some body blew a whistle from a window of that wa. rehouse ancl then the toughs fled What ba.thers us is that our com panion, a boy nam.cl Tom Whitney, who belongs to the schooner, has disa.ppcare d." \Yhen 'l'om Whitney came to his senf.'es h e found. himself in a small, low-ceiled and not over-cl eun room. He was lying fully dressed on the outside of a e;ot, a nd the morning sun was shining in on bis face. Ile was conscious of a racking pain in hi;; head, and could lrnrclly see out of his eyes. "\\'here the dickens am I?" he asked hims e lf in sur prise. "This isn't the cabin of the schooner." IL certainly wasn t, anJ. he sat up and looked. around the place in stupid astonishment. Beside s the bed there was a rickety table and bro chairs standing against the wall, and a washstund, with a bowl and pitcher, near 'the window. It was a long time before he could. understand !:tow he got there, buf at length his previous night's adventure all came bac k suddenly. He remembered the attack mad e upon himself and his companions in the dark by the warehouse; how he had got separated from the others in the melee, and, finally, how he had received a stunning blow on the head that had knocked him silly. "I must have been picked up by somebody ancl brought here," he mused. "I wonder where I am, anyway?" He got up from the bed, feeling dizzy and decidedly weak on his legs. Looking into the pitcher, he saw it was full of water, s o he poured some of it out into the basin and bathed his face and head. "That feels good, at any rate," he murmured, as he sp la s h e d the water on his feverish forehead. Seizing a rnggec1 towel, he dried his face and found that his eyesight was now much clearer. 'l'h en he looked out of the window. Apparently he was, in the third story of an olcl wooden tenement in a poor locality, judging from the rear views he caught of several adjacent buildings. He could hear the noise of traffic from the street in front, and the tooting of tugs and other steam craft in the bay. "This house can'i be very far from water-front, that seems certain," he saicl to himself. "I guess I'll go down-


k LUCKY CHANCE. stairs, thank the people, whoever they are, for bringing me here, and then make tracks for the schooner." He walked to the door, turned the knob, and was sur prised to find it locked. Looking through the keyhole, he saw the key was in it. "Evidently I'm locked in, and must stay here till some one to let me out. I can't see why they locked the door. Maybe it was an accident." So Tom lay clown again on the bed to ease his head and to await developments. vv"'hether it was the pain that dulled his senses, or sheer weariness, certain it is he presently fell asleep, and did not hear the key turn and the door open, cautiously at first, and afterward to its foll e:;stent. A thickset, bearded man entered the room, looked at the boy, and then motioned to some one on the outside to enter. The second visitor was Dave Hawley. He, too, looked down at Tom Whitney, and grinned He was not kept long in the dark, for the partition \':as thin, and the talkers made no effort to lower their voices. "And where does he hail from?" asked the man with the hoarse intonation. "Glo'ster." "You say he belongs lying at Haley's Dock?" "That's right." to the schooner Polly Ann, now "Then he understands the ropes, I reckon. It will be safe for me to ship him as an A. B. At any rate, that's what I'll do. Now what do I get for taking all the risk and trouble of this here job? You've only squared up for the heelers I sent out last night." "Twenty-five dollars," replied Dave. "Twenty-five marlingspikes !" roared the foghorn voice. "I must have at least twice that." "But you'll get a wad for shippin' him, won't you?" pro tested young Hawley. maliciously. "He's been up," said the man. "Sure, I'll get somethin', but nothin' as big as you "How do you know?" asked Dave. think," replied the man, cautiously. "Rec'lect, I've got to His companion pointed at the water in the bowl. have help, and must hire a boat to take him to a vessel in "Then he's only asleep now, and may wake up at any the stream; and there's the risk of it all, which is considermoment. I don't want him to see me," said Dave, able. You can't shanghai a man these days with the same ing to the doorway. ease that we used to in days gone by. There's the cop on The man looked keenly around the rot>m and then folthis beat to be watched. Then we've got to steer clear of lowed young Hawley. the harbor police, for they might ask awkward questions. "We'll go into the next room and talk," he said, closing I ought to have a hundred bones for this job, but I'm willin' the door and locking it. to shave the price some, as things is quiet and I need the money." The snap of the lock awoke Tom and he sat up suddenly. "What was that?" "Well, let it go at fifty," said Dave; "but there must Everything was as before he fell asleep. be no. mistake about it. He must be sent where he won't "I've been asleep," he said. "I wonder how long? I get back in a hurry." can't have been a great while, for the sun is shining in the "I'll see to that, don't you worry, young man. I know same place I noticed it when washing my face. I'll take a bark that's bound for Leghorn. She might do, though another face bath and see if I can't remain awake Somet4e crew are mostly Lascars." body is liable to come any moment, and if they found me "I don't care what they are," retorted Hawley. "In fact, asleep they'd go away, no doubt, without awaking me." the worse they are the better dad and I'll like it." He soused his face once more, feeling greatly refreshed, "You must have it in for the young chap mighty strong," and sat down again to wait. said the foghorn voice, with a note of curiosity in it. Then it was he heard the sound of conversation in the "We have, bet your life. He done me out of a good job neighboring room, and one of the voices seemed quite fa-this summer, and dad and me are both sore over that. Be miliar to him. sides, I hate him, anyway. He cut me out of my girl down at Glo'ster. There are other reasons, too." CHAPTER IX. TOM MAKES A BRE.AK FOR LIBERTY. "So the boy is to be shipped aboard some craft bound for a foreign port, is that the idea?" asked a foghorn voice. "That's it," replied the person whose tones seemed fa miliar to Tom, though he couldn't place the individual at the moment. "What did you say his name was?" inquired the foghorn. "Tom Whitney." Tom started as though a wasp had stung him, and at the same moment the identity of the speaker occurred to him. "Why, that's Dave Hawley," he breathed. "What does all this mean?" "Well, that ain't none of my business. I'm out for thq dough, and I don't care how I make, so long as I keep clear of the p'licc. Have you got the fifty with you? I don't make no move till I have it in my clothes. I don't b'lievi? in tryin' to collect the price after the job is done. Most people have short memories when they owe money. Be sides, I don't know nothin' about you, anyway. So stump up if you want me to go ahead in, this matter." "I'm reacly to pay up, but I want a receipt," said Dave. "What for?" asked his companion, suspiciously. "Re ceipts is dangerous. I don't usually give no such things." "Dad.'11 want to see what I've done with his money," re nlied Dave.


A LUCKY CHAJWE. iu "If he can't trust you r word he ought to have fetched it himself." "Well, here's you r money. Count it and see that it's all right," said Dave. Tom presumed that the gentleman with the foghorn voice was counting the cas h, for a short pause ill the versation ens ued "Right as a trivet," said the man at length. "You can depend on rne providing for the young man in a way that will prevent him from bothe rin g you for some time to come." The s e remarks being followed by a shuffling of feet, Tom concluded that i.he inte rview was breaking up. He heard the pair of plotters walk out into the corr idor, close the door of the room and go downstairs. Finally a door slammed somewhere below and si l ence followed. "So it seems I was knock e d out last night as the resuE of a put-up job. Buck Hawley and his rascally son are at the bottom of lt a ll. Their object seems to be to get me out of the country an inuefinite time. Well, forewarned is forearmed, they say. Now that I am wise to their purpose, I ought to be able to think up some way to fool them The first thing is to get out of this room. How can I accom plish that?" Tom went to the window, raised the sa s h gent ly and l ooked out. As h e had supposed, there was a clear fall of thre e stories to an a lley below. The adjoining house, however, was onl y three feet awaythat is, the width of the alley. Th e re was a closed window opposite to him across this space. The panes were opaque with the grime of months or year s "If I cpuld r each that window, and it i sn't fas tened, I'd have a chance to escape to the street through that b11iL'. .. ing," Tom thought. The idea was gobd, but the question was to reach the window.-Whil e he was considering.the matter he heard steps com ing up the s tairs. Thinking possibly this was somebody coming to visit him, Torn concluded to play 'possom. He threw him self o n the bed, closed his eyes and si mu l ated s leep. He had not made a mistalrn, for the key rattled in the l ock, the door was cautiously / opene d ancl the thickset man with the beard entered with a battered tray containing some food for his prisoner. He placed it upon the table .and withdrew as sof tly as h e had ente red. As soon as Tom heard his r etreati ng steps on the stairs h e sprang up and lo oked at the provender. J t was not as good as he had been getting on board the for the mackerel fis herm e n liv e d uncommonly well for but it was good enough to i.empt an empty a nd healthy sto m ach like Tom's. "I might as well make away with that stuff, si nce it' s intended for me, and I'm as hungry as a hunter. It will give me str. e n gth to go ahead with some plan for escape." So the boy seated himself in one of the chairs and pol ished off the piece or tough si.eak, 1.he br ead ai1d c h eap but ter, the small boiled p otato anJ, lastly, th e cup of mud

16 A LUCKY CHANCE. "The house is an empLy one, for a fact," he said, with a That worthy was not slow in coming to his aid, and Tom feeling of relief. found his escape cut off. 'l'hen he continued on down to the first floor, his footThe boy, however, was not going to give up without a steps raising echoes in the silent building. struggle, antl, being strong and wiry, he was not an.easy Striking the main entry, he walked forward till he mark to overcome. reached a door. Had he been able to use hi s fists, h e undoubtedly would It was not locked, and Tom opened it a little way and have given the men an interesting .fistic argument, but, as looked out. the thickset man held his arms pinned to his sides, he was He found the empty building was a rear tenement, and placed at such a disadvantage that the barkeeper easily got that to reach the street he would have to cross a narrow a strangle hold on him, and it was then all up with Tom. yard and then pass through the front house, which showed He was carried into one of the private rooms at the back, abundant evidences of life. gagged and bound, as many other unfortunates had been Half a dozen empty beer kegs rolled into a confused heap served before. near the rear door of the front building indicated that th The man with the foghorn voice then held a consultation ground floor was used as a saloon. with the barkeeper. I ought to have no trouble reaching the street through The result of it was that Tom was carried down into the that place," thought Tom, after a survey of the premises. foul-smelling cellar, the repository for full whiskey, beer encouraged, he opened the door and passed out intq and ale barrels, and dumped into a dark corner. the yard. "He'll be safe enough here," said the barkeeper, holding A few steps took him to the back door of the saloo n, a bit of candle for the bearded man to make sure that Tom's which he opened and entered. bonds were not likely to give way. "How did he get away He found himself in a gloomy passage, with a door to from your place?" his right and another directly ahead. "That' s what puzzles me," replied the other. "I had He walked to the latter, which admitted him to the him locked in a third-story room overlooking the alley. Beroom itself. sides, I did not think he had any s uspicion s that he was Only about twenty-five feet now intervened between the being detained against his will, other than the fact that boy and the street door, where the morning sunshi ne was the door was locked. He must have crossed over into that playing on the three wooden steps which led down from empty house behind here in some way. I'm going up to see the sidewalk, where all was life and motion. how he managed to do it." Assuming a careless demeanor, Tom started for the door, "He can stay here all day, and after dark I'll help you There was only one customer in the place, a thickset, get him back to your premises," said the barkeeper, as the)! bearded man, who had just :finished a whisky and was talkwalked away, ascended the stairs and replaced the traping to the barkeeper, a villainous-looking fellow, whose door. face would have been an ornament to any rogues' gallery. "I'm afraid my name is mud now," thought Tom, disHe stood half facing the back of the saloon, and his mally, in the solitude and darkness of the cellar. "They've eyes mechanically fell upon Tom Whitne y as he crossed got me dead to--" the floor. "Hello!" As the boy came well into the light, the bearded man A cheery voice came out of the gloom close by, to Tom's regarded him with a sharp look, which gradually assumed amazement. one of surprise. The boy would have answered the hail if it had been in With a smothered oath he suddenly left the bar and his power to do so, but the wad of cloth which served as a planted himself squarely in front of the lad. gag prevented bim. "Your name is Tom Whitney, isn't it?" he ejaculated, in He did the ne>..1; best thing to show that he was alive-a hoarse voice. he squirmed around on the floor and beat his bound feet Tom started back with an air of astonishment and unagainst the wall. easiness "What's the matter, matey ?" said the voice. "Can't you "How did you get out of that room in my house?" de-use your mouth?" mantled the bearded man. Tom thumped the wall again. Instantly Tom realized that he was face to face with the "If I warn't triced up myself, like a fowl sent to marman of the foghorn voice. ket, I'd come over and pull that gag O'llt of your mouth," CHAPTER X. OUT OF THE FRYING-PAN INTO THE FIRE. Taking immediate advantage of the boy's confusion, the bearded man seized Tom by the arms and began to drag him back to the rear of the saloon, at the 1'!lme time calling on the barkeeper to help him. said the voice. "However, if you'll have patience, maybe I'll be able to free myselt after a while, and then I'll set you loose, too." Then followed sounds that indicated a struggle em the part of the other prisoner with his fetters. Tom's momentary discouragement had now given place to a thrill of hope.


A LUCKY CHANCE. 17 He wondered who this other unfortunate and whyj Field grabbed Tom by the arm and drew him bagk into he was in the cellar. the corner behind a whiskey barrel. "I've got one hand free," spoke up the voice aga.in. "I'll As his hand slipped over the edge of the upright barrel be rid of the rope in a jiffy now." his fingers came in contact wifa a bung-starter. Five minutes elapsed before the man spoke aga.in, and He seized it and held it in his hand, ready for instant then there was a ring of satisfaction in his tones. action. "I've got the dern things off at last," he said. The intruder was the barkeeper's who had just Then he got up and walked over to where Tom lay. come on duty and knew nothing a.bout the prisoners in the He put his hand in his pocket, drew out a match and cellar. struck it. He had a candle ill one hand and a copper two-gallon Tom looked up and saw a well-built, good-natured-lookmeasure in the other. ing young fellow of perhaps twenty-one bending over him. He made his way to a barrel that had a spigot in it and "Well," laughed the other, "they have got you tied up to proceeded to fill the measure with gin. the queen's taste. They meant to make sure that you Tom and his companion watched l_iim from their place wouldn't give 'em the slip. Now what's your name, and of concealment. who are you?" he added, after taking the cloth from Tom's As soon as the man had filled his can he blew out the mouth. light and left the cellar. "I'm much obliged to you,'' replied our hero, gratefully. "Now," said Field, after they had waited about five "My name is Tom Whitney, and I live at Glo'ster. What's utes, "let's make a start." your name?" The speaker led the way, with Tom close at his heels, up "George Field. I hail from Nantucket. I was disthe steps to the trap. charged from the bark Saranac yesterday afternoon, and Field cautiously raised the trap and looked around the was bound home, when I ran into a smooth-spoken chap little room,. that was with a plain round named Ohudlev who steered me into the saloon above for table encircled with four chairs. a drink, and the next thing I remember I found myself There no one in it, so he pushed the trap up and tied up down in this hole. I was drugged and it isn't hard J stepped out mto the room. for me to see the game that wa; played upon me. Then he held it for 'rom to make his exit from the cellar, They mean to ship me aboard some outward-bound craft/ after which he let it fall into its place without a sound. and collect the blood-money. I suppose you're in the same "So far so good," he said in a whisper. "Wait till I take boat matey ?" a peep into the barroom." There were half a dozen longshoremen lined up at the "Yes." replied Tom. bar, who were being waited on by the barkeeper and his "Then you're a sailor, too?" assistant. "I belong to the Glo'ster fishing smack Polly Ann, which Several other customers sat around a couple of the tables is taking ice aboard at Haley's Wharf to-day. The mate drinking lager. of the schooner is dead sore on me because I got the berth "Take a look yourself," said Field, ma.king way for Tom. he wanted for his son. So he put up a job on me, and this While they were thus engaged a f9:ce appeared at the win-is the result." dow behind them, which overlooked the little yard. "So that's.. it, eh?" said Field, who all this time was It was the countenance of the bearded man. loosening the rope that bound Tom's arms and "Well, What he saw evidently surprised him, but he was a quick r you and I to be able to put up a stiffish fight thinkei: and accustomed to facing emergencies. these shanghaiers. There, now, get up and shake He ran around to the door of the passage yourself." with the barroom. Tom did so; then the two companions in misfortune sat At that moment Field said: down, each on a beer keg, to consider the situation and "Are you ready for a dash, Tom? W five got a clear path plan iheir escape from the cellar. to the door and the barkekpers are both engaged." "I don't believe that trap is secured," said Field. "We "I'm ready," replied the boy. might get out that way and then a sudden rush for "Then follow close behind me, and we'll be oufaide in a the street door through the barroom. We'd be on the sidejiffy." walk before any one thought .to stop us, and then we'd be They emerged from the little room, and Field made safe enough for these rascals, I gneffs." run for the door, gaining it easily and springing upon th

13 A LUCKY CHANCE. as he knew just what he was doing, while Tom thought the collision was pure ly accidental. It only took a moment or two for the boy to realize that he was being held down by a pair of powerful arms, and h e struggled to get away. By this time the racket had attracted general notice the barroom, ancl the barkeeper earne to see what the scrap was about. "Here, Brannigan,'' said the bearded man, "give me a hanc1. This is the chap '.Ve put in the cellar. H e managed to get free somehow or another an cl was just on the point of getting clean off, when I lu ckily got on to him and put a spo ke in his wheel." "Well, may I be jiggered exclaimed the barkeeper. "I don't see how he e\er managecl to get loose," "There was another chap with him in that room, and probably he got into the cellar and did the trick. Get another rope, quick!" Brannigan got the rope, and in two minutes Tom knew that the game was all up. CHAPTER XI. SHANGHAIED. "We can't put this lad back in the cellar again," said the bearded man, after Tom had been securely bound once more. "Then we'll carry him into the cellar of the vacant hou se," said Brannigan. "No," replied the other. "I'll take him into my place. That other fellow 11ho got away will bring the cops down here, anc1 they'll search both buildings. Now, I've got a place in my house where he'll be as snug as a bug, and not ev en the police ca.n :find him if they go through my lod g ings. I ought to have taken him there in the first place. But better late than never. H elp me carry him into the yard." B etween them they bore Tom into the small ya rd. "Wait till I get on the fence, then boost him up and get back to your work." In two minutes the thickset man wa dragging the boy into the rear of his house. He yanked his victim down into the cellar with as little ceremony as if he was handling a sack of potatoes Striking a match, he lighted a lantern that hung from a nail in a cross-beam. "Now, my s lippery friend, I think you' ll find it mighty difficult to make a third attempt to escape. I ha.cl no idea you were so lively, but I have your wings clipped this time." He opened the door of fl good-sizecl closet, bent down and lifted up the entire floor which worked on hinge s, revealing in the lantern light a kind of ship's ladder. Down this he carried Tom in his arms and laid him on an old mattress, which nearly filled the narrow, cell-like enclosure. "There, my cock-sparrow, ii you can get out of this place? yon'll clo better than any one ever did before, You're right on the level with the river, and one of the city's sewers runs alongside your' head. You can amuse yourself listenin' to the rush of the water. I'll fetch you somethin 'to cat about dark or later. Whether you stay hern a day or a week will depend on circumstances." 'rhe bearded man took up the lantern, ascended the lad der, closed the ttap and was gone, l eaving Tom in the dark and a prey to very discoun1gi11g tho1ights. The only sound that broke the ilencc of the cell was the flow of water in the sewer close by his head. "This is the tol1ghest deal I've ever been up against," thought the boy. "Just as I thought I was going to get clear off that rascal turns up and queers me. Talk about hard luck l The only chance I see is that Field will bring the police down on the barroom next door, and that, not finding me there, they may search the neighborhood and discover this vault, for that's whal it look s like." Hours passed and nothing happened to break in on the monotony of his impTisonment. Tom :finally gave up all hope of a. rescue and resi gned himself to whatever fate ha.cl in store foT him. At last the stuffy atmosphere of the cell overcame him and he fell asleep. He awoke at last to a stupid realization that a light was flashing in his face. The bearded man was standing beside him, with a lantern in one hand ancl a cup off cofl'.ce arnl two perched upon it in the oiher. He placed the articles on the floor and then proceeded Lo loosen one of Tom's hancls. "Now, then, be lively," snid the ma.n. "E:1 t those sand wiches and pour down that coffee, for I can't stay here all night." Tom had a notion to refuse, but thought better of it as he realized he had an appetite sharpened by a whole day's fasting. So he ate the sandwiches, which taste.cl good, and swal lowed the coffee. The man watched him with a g leam 0 safofadion in h i < eyes. He picked up the dishes and the lantern and remotmtec1 the ladder, without taking trouble io tie the boy's arm again Tom watched his exit in a dreamy kind of way, There seemed to be a buzzing !"Ound in head, anrl a queer feeling benumbed his faculties. He made one effort to ri::ie on his e lbow, but something pulled him back on the mattress. Then his senses flecl, and he la y after that like a log, breathing thickly. It was hours after that when he opened his eyes, not in the darkne ss of the cell, but in the dingy gloom of a vessel's forecastle. He lay upon one of the eight bunks that lined the two sides of the place The dull light of early morning was sifting through th scuttle opening


A LUC K Y CHANCE. 19 The watch below, three hardy-looking, m:ore or less bearded men, were snoring away in their bunks. The vessel itself was rising and falling in a s weepin g roll to the surges of the broad Atlantic Tom lay looking at the ceiling of the smoke am; l dirt begrimed forecastle for some l ittle tiine befor e he came to understand the situation he was in. Then he rea l ized the truth. He had been shanghaied, and was aboard some outward b o und craft. Well, he would have to make the b e st of a bad job. There was lots for him to l e arn, for he had no experience on board a s qtiare rigged ves s el, a n d he guess e d he would have a rough time learning it, e s pecially if the man with the foghorn voice had shipped him as an A. B At this moment there was a s ound on the deck above and a hoar s e voice roared down the scuttl e opening : "All hands on deck Look alive, my heartie s Tumble up! Tumble up This hai l arou 'sed the slumbering s ailors and they tum bled up in a hurry Tom, feeling that he might as w e ll :face the mus ic now as later on, :followd them up the tihort lad d er. The second mate, after giving the boy a s harp look, set him to washing down the deck with the oth e r s Tom soon :found out that he was one o.f the c r e w of the British bark Wanderer, of Cardiff, Wale s whi c h h a d sailed from Boston harbor early that morning. The vessel was now off Boston Light, heading E.:N E. We will not dwell on our h e ro's fir s t experi e nces on the vessel but s imply say that he found he was not by any means in a b e d of roses At six bells (three o'clock) in the afternoon watch an incident happened which unexpectedly terminated T om's connection with the bark. The sky was overcast, and the wind was coming out of the east, when the lookout announced a sail in si ght. "Aye, aye! Where away?" a s ked the skipp e r, who was on deck at the time "Two points off the weathiir bow, sir, was the reply. "Run up and see what you make of her Mr. Bruce," cried the captain, hailing the second mate, who was for ward. "Well, what js she,'Mr. Bruce?" he asked imp a tiently: "I make her out to be a di smas ted sc,hooner, with a flag The mate stowed a small keg of water a n d a cass of bis cuits in the boat, which was already swingi n g at her davi ts. He call e d on Tom and another member of the crew t o man the davits, for the schooner, which, on closer i nspe<: tion, seemed to be water l ogged, was now close aboar d "There doesn't seem to be a soul .aboard of h e r," sai d the captain to h is first mate. They may be below, si r She's got a jib a n d for es' l to keep her head before the wind," observed the mate "The helm's lashed to the weather bulwarks: Not a stic k lef t but the stump of the mainmast, and the spar for'ar d r igged a s a jury forema st." "Low e r away, Mr. Bruce," said the skippe r The bark had been thrown up in the wind, and down \rent the quarter boat to the water, with Tom and the other m a n at the falls and the mate stand i ng up. The boat was c ast loose, and Tom and his com pa nion g o t out their oars and pulled for the schoone r When clos e under h e r quarter the mate hai l e d, but re c eived no reply The boat was pulled around on the qther side and h e hailed again several times No answer being received, he orclered the rowe r s to pull clos e in, and he seized a line hangin g ove r the wreck's si de. "1!ere, you, Whitney he cried to Tom. "Shin u p, t ake a look a round, and don't los e a ny time ovei: i t. l t here' s no one aboard we'll haul off and let her drift." Tom pull e d hims e lf aboard the schoone r and m a de a br e ak for the cabin first of all. Runnin g down the s teps, he found the place e n tire l y de s e r t ed, with articles thrown about pell mell, and othe r e vi d e n c e s of a ha s ty depa rture on the part of skippe r and crew. "I g u ess the re isn't any use looking in the :fok's' l," h e said to himself "The whole crowd seems to h ave du ste d out At that moment he tho u ght he heard a s hou t f ro m the mate in the boat H e s tarted to return to the d eck, when suddenly a heavy squall s truck the wreck and forced her over on her beam end s Tom was pitch e d to the floor of the cabin, and, his head striking against the leg of the stationary tab le, he r o ll e d over uncon s cious of distre s s flying from a jury foremast," J:e plied t4e mate, CHAPTER XII. from his perch half way up the lower ratlines. IN FOG AND DARKNESS. "Aye, aye, I have her now," said the skipper, bringing The s quall was of short duration, and the schoon e r soon his gla s s to b e ar on the derelict. righted, after taking a few barrels of water into t h e cabin, He ordered the bark's course c hanged a point to the east which swirled around Tom's head and brought him back ward, and with every sail drawing the Wanderer bore down to consci011sness on the disabled craft. A dense fog came up in the wake of the blow, an d w h e n Fifteen minutes later the skipper ordered the lashings the boy reached the deck the air was so thick all a r o und it thrown off one of the quarter boats. was impos s ibl e for him to see a dozen yards in any di r e c t ion. "Take two men with you, Mr. Bruce, and keep your : He looked over the side to see if the boat was st ill t h e r e eye on the weath e r. I don't much l ike the looks of the sky. 1 though he did not expect to find it; but it wasn't. I bel ieve there's a fog coming up." The truth forced itself on his mind t hat h e was


20 A LUC K Y C H ANCE. on the abandoned schooner, niany miles from the nea.rest land, and in -the grasp of a heavy fog. The chances of an early rescue seemed to be very slight. If he could find nothing to eat on board he might float around on the of the ocean until he perished of starvation The prospect was certainly not a cheerfu l o n e. Tom sat down on the top of the short companion ladder leading to the cabin and moped for an hour or two. It would have been bad enough if he cou l d have looked out on the four quarters of a sailless waterscape, but to be hedged in by a mist as thick as,pea soup was dismal and discouraging beyond description. Then o;n top o f all came the cravings of a healthy stomach i.lt last in utter desperation Tom started on a tour of investigation His most pressing object was to try and find something that he could eat. He found the pantry of this vessel was in the cabin-a small encl room. It showed evidences of having been pretty well cleaned out by the crew when they took to the boats. Boxes of preserved meats and vegetables had been pried open and their contents gone. Cases of crackers had been similarly treated. T om found nothing but fragments of stuff which had been opened previously or general consumption, or had been dropped in the rush to get away from the vessel. There was enough to satisfy his hunger for the present, and, as there was a breaker three-quarters full 0 good water, his hopes rose a bit, and he returned to his lonesome feeling somewhat better. As the hours went by the fog showed no disposition to lift. Tom got tired 0 doi n g nothing, so he lighted a lantern he found in the pantry and started in to look about the cabin. In a locker under one 0 the bunks he discovered a sex bnt, several charts, an old fashioned, loaded Colt's revolver, fhc or six boxes 0 fancy crackers, that were particuJa.rly wC'lcome to him; a jar almost foll 0 preserved ginger, a lot 0 shirts, underclothes, socks and various other articles. In another locker he found, in additio to an assortment of underwear, several books, a watch and a leather pouch containing a handful of gold and silver coins) amounting i.o eighty dolla.rs. Tom then went forward and looked into the forecastle. 1t was a dingy, gloomy place, fitted with rough bunks, filled with the crew's bedding and some of their personal uclongings. By the time he had fi11ished his tour of inspection night hafl closed in. m1d the fog hacl grown thicker, if anything. Whether the derelict was drifting in toward the coast, or further out to sea, 'l'om, of course, could form no idea. As a matter of fact, however, both the fog and the vesse l w ere approaching the iron-bound coast of former very much faster than the latter. Tom's one great fear was that some steamer or other ves sel might run the waterlogged schooner down in the dark ness and the fog, in which event his own situation would be most perilous, with the chances in favor of him losing his life. For that reason he did not care to risk going to sleep in the cabin, but got a mattress from one of the bunks on deck, with a couple of blankets to roll himself up in, and then lay down. 'The slight rise and fall of the schooner, together with the wash of the water against her sicfes, lulled the boy to sleep, and for several hours he lay in sweet forgetfulness of his unpleasant situation. The wind rose a bit after midnight, and, acting on the jib and reefed foresail, propelled the derelict at about four knots an hour toward the coast. As morning approached the wind grew stronger, causing the schooner to roll sl ggishly from 8ide side. On one of these occasions the vessel dipped more than usual, ancl Tom was sent sliding and floundering into the scupper. Naturally he woke up, and for a moment didn't understand just where he was. The schooner then heeled over in the other direction, and the boy grabbed a rope that his hand came in contact with to save himself from slipping down into the opposite scupper. By the time the derelict righted once more he got on his feet. It was as dark as the ace of spades and the f

.A! LUCKY CHANCE 21 huma n kind, inevitably produces in the mind strange ef feds. A ll ordina ry reas oning and common sense go astray To m clung to a fractured piece of the broken mast and g a zed with bulging e y e s out into the thick air, e very nerve o n t he ting le as his ears list e n e d "to that strange, inde s c fibabk bellowing s ound that wa s evidently approaching the v ess el. A s it gre w louder and more di stinct another sound, which his practice d ears reco gniz ed a s the surf upon a stre t c h o f rock s min g l e d with it. T he scho o n e r i s drifting as hore, h e muttered. "We s hall b e on t h e ro c k s b efo r e lon g and the n I'll to swim out for my s elf. Oh that it was dayli ght!" A s if in an s wer to his appeal, he s oon began to notice a lighting up of t he air b ehind him. A s the momen ts s lipp e d by th e pall of darknes s took on a gray i s h tinge that h e ralded the coming of another day The fog, however, showe d )lei s igns of di s sipating. N o r did that d isq uieting b e llowing s ound cea se, but rathe r inc r e a eel in inte n sity, jus t as the hollow roar of the s u r f a u gmente d in vol urne. To m was n o w sat isfie d the terrify ing noi s e came from the sBore that the d e r e li ct was approaching. The n all at once he r e a s oned out the cause of it. The scnoon e r was drifting in upon the Maine coast wh ic h i s on e o f the most inho s pitabl e in the world At the base o f man y of the hi g h cliffs, whe re the ocean surges b ea t c ontinually, are deep :fissures and s ea caverns int o which t h e g reen w a t e r c han ges t o yea s t y foa m e ver churns and rus hes ni ght and day, c au s in g str a n g e b e llow ing sounds to ari s e fro m the ex pul s ion o f the partially im pris on e d air. The mom ent Tom tho u ght o f that hi s f ea r s dropped away fro m him and h e was h i mself once more. The n, t oo, mornin g was c omin g on fa s t, and the boy f elt that there wa s nothing in all the world quite so bl e s s ed as dayli g ht. To ma ke t h e ou tloo k still more encouraging, the fog see m e d t o be thinning o ut. "I wonde r what part o f t he coas t w e' r e as hor e on?" h e as k e d himself. I h ope the r e's a bit o f beac h that I can rea c h. If i t's n ot hin g bu t h ea dland s will stand a mi ghty poo r s h o w for my lif e." The b e llowin g s ound was now dyin g awa y, as if the tide h a d e i t h e r risen falle:q t o a point that did away with the a c t i on of th e air in the c av e rn. The sun now rose above the watrr horizon. and a s if the fog t ook t h is a s a s i g nal to di s per s e it ro s e and melted away westward. Ri ght ahea d within perhap s a quarte r of a mile lay a R m all gree n i!"land a lmost s urround e d with u g ly looking r e efs. Tlrn schoon e r was h e ad e d as straight a s a die for a narrow o p ening b etween two low cliffs. This channel led right into a kind of almo s t landl ocked basin. It was a silent and pi cture squ e spot, and from this b a sin Tom c aught the low moaning b e llow whi ch, when a t i t s hei g ht, had s o alarmed him in the dark. Six or eight miles away, with other islands betwee n l ay the coa s t of Maine From the trend of the current Tom saw that the der elict woul d eithe r pass between the cliffs into the basi n or str i k e the rocks close by In any case he felt sure of reaching the i s land without hazarding his life. CHAPTER XIII. A GHASTLY DISCOVERY. Tom did not know the name of this little i s land the s choon e r was closing in on, nor, for that matter, did his ignorance on the s ubject worry him. "Any port in a storm,'' as the saying is, was what h e was looking for, and good dry land, even an i s land sever a l miles gff shore, was preferable to the d e ck of a di sab l e d vesse l whi c h a sudde n change in the wind was like l y to drive off to sea again. 'l'hi s i s land however, wa s c all e d "'l'he Horseshoe," o r Horseshoe I s land, becaus e it resembled a ho r s eshoe, wit h the points drawn close-that i s it seemed like a n attempt on the part of nature to inclose a small po r tion o f t h e s ea within hig h, :fircovered walls. At th e p oints of the horse s ho e was a narrow channe l con nectin g the e nclosed wat e r and the out s ide o c ea n and throu g h t hi s the tide s fl.owe d fie rc e l y ; s o prote cted was the i n n e r basin that scarcel y a rippl e dis turbed its surface . The influ e n c e of this nanow ch anne l e vidently exte nded out som e d istance, to account for the fact that the schoone r s eemed to b e drawn right for the entran.ce to the ho r seshoe. Tom was soon satisfie d that the d e relict wou l d pas s throug h the e ntrance and con s equ ently he had no furthe r an x i e t y for his own safety H e descend e d the companionway to the cabin, and, g r a b bin g a box of the fancy biscuits, a s w ell as the jar of p r e serv e d g inger with a s poon t o dip the swee t stuff out, h e return ed to t h e deck to eat hi s breakfast and watc h the prog ress of t h e schooner Th e der e li c t g lid e d right on toward t he mouth of the hor s eshoe jus t as if some unseen power was dra wing h e r into the little landlocRe d haven T e n minute s more and s h e s hot b e tween the twin pro j ections, so clo s e to both. as almost to scrape he r sides upo n the rocks. The impetus carried h e r over to the further side o f .t h e b as in, whe re her broken bowsprit bump e d geJ?.tly agains t the irre gular wall of rock which form e d a sort of amphi theate r all around h e r The n she floated off to on e sirle of this placid retreat and g r a dually came to a compl e t e rest unde r a rocky shelf, u p o n whi c h Tom at once s prang with a fee ling of grea t satisfac tion. T here h e :finished hi s breakfast, while gazing down into


22 A LUCKY CHANCE. the basin and around upon the green shrubbery, that looked His curiosity was and he d ete rmined to explore r esplendant in the morning sunshine. it further with a lantern. He made one discovery from this point that made his When once he stood upright outside he found the tide heart beat with joy. had receded to a considerable cxtci:t . Floating close to a narrow patch of beach on the oppo -That fact put him in mind of the clams he expected to site arm of the horseshoe was a sta unch-looking rowboat. find in the mud, so he deferred exploring the cavern until That seemed to solve the problem right away of how he he had secured the shell fish. was to reach the main shore Having dug up as many as he thought he could eat, he "Luck is beginning to turn my way at la st, he said, gathered some dried brushwood and bits of wreckage to with a feeling of relief. "I won't 'have to r emai n on this gethcr, made a fire and roasted them island a moment long e r than I care to. Thank goodness They tasted uncommonly good under the circumstances for tha.t, for a few boxes of crackers and a jar of preserved and he didn't l eave a single one ginger is not exactly what I should care to adopt for a Then he lighted the lantern which, with a box of matches, regular diet, even while they held out. The re 011ght to be he had brought in the boat, and cautiously made his way SQllle clams around here. When the tide goes down I'll over the slippe ry rocks to the yawning entrance, now fully hun t for them and have a decent meal." expo:-cd, o:f the sea cave. Tom lost no time in walking around the top of the rocky 'Not thq :faintest whisper issued from it now. 1 wall a n d then descending to the bit of white b eac h in order The sti llnes s of death reigned all about the little basin. to secure the boat. '11h e only sound that could be heard anywhere was the He was delighted to find a pair of oars in her, and he ri sing and Falling roll of the surf on the rocks outs!de. rowed her to the schooner and secured her. I 'l'om stooped under the archway of the rock and stepped He went into the cabin, where he took posses s ion of the inside. revolver, the pouch of money, the seAiant, which he knew Flashing the light of the lantern around the reflection he could dispose of for several dollars, and sundry other showed the cavern sloped sharply upward. articles of value, including a watch Carefully on hi s hands and knees, supporting himself by He made a package of everything but the watch and one hand, he crawled up the incline until the floor becam e money, and deposited it in the boat. level, and then he stood upright . Then he walked to a high rock on the island, mounted it, For a moment he halted there, lrying to peer into the a n d viewed the distant shore as well as he could to deterinky darkness. mine what point he should make for when he pulled out He seemed to be looking into a wide, open space, the air o f the basin in the rowboat. of which was tainted by a peculiar odor. He could see no houses or other evidences of civilization Tom now began to entertain some doubt s about going any a t that distance-nothing but a long line of cliffs, with further into the uncanny place. apparent indentations; but he had great hope s of finding However, he took a few more ste ps, paused again, and h is way up some bay or small river to a town or village, swung the lantern above his head. w h ence he would be able to ma ke his way to the railroad Now h e conld see the wall of rock all about, and on the He made out one sail in the far distance, but whether furth er side and close to the wall a huge, flat rock, upon the craft was that way or not h e couldn't tell. which lay a pile of something that glittered in the lantern By the time he had taken all the observations he wished light. the tide was well on the ebb, and once more he heard the "What's that?" breathed Tom, as he took a step forward bellowing noise rising out of the basin. to get a b ette r look at it. He thought he would go and see just :what made this At that moment his eyes, now grown somewhat accussound tomed to the semi darkness, rested on the floor formation So he returned to the derelict. and, boarding the small near the fiat sto ne, and he caught sight of two grewsomeboat, rowed in the direction of the sotmd. looking objects, locked in a half-embrace, that caused him It came from a point near the patch of beach, which was to give a gasp of horror. now much wider, owing to the receding of the water The root s of his hair began to tingle, as though each He grounded the boat and looked arnund among the individual one was beginning to rise and stiffen out. w;eedcovered rocks that a littl e while before had been cov-In de speration he held the lantern forward at arm's ered with water. length, and beheld, prostrate there beside the rock, two Suddenly he found himself staring at a dark opening shriveled and blackened corpses. beneath an overhanging shelf of rock not two rods away. Getti n g down on his hands and knees, he looked in. CHAPTER XIV. It seei;ned to be the opening to a marine cavern. He crawled in a short distance and came to a pause. "Great Scott!" gasped Tom, as he gazed with horror on those two dead bodies reduced to skeletons in that dark The ho l e looked larger inside, and as his eyes grew ac C \lstome d to the g loom he could see that it sloped upward. cavern.


A LUCKY CHANCE. 23 The position of the corpses, from whose bones the cloth ing hung in tatte rs, indicat e d that a tragedy had been e_nac t c d years befor e in the cave-a fatal quarr e l, probably betwe e n two s trong and well-built m e n. A s if to remove any doubt on that head a heavy, old fashioned pi s tol and a long, wiclrnd-looldng knife, both thickly coveretl with ru s t, lay clos e beside th em. "Thos e two chap s evidently fottght it out to a finish," breathed the s tartled boy "That mu s t hav e been fifty years ago, from th e look s of th e m now. This s ight is enough to give a fellow the nightmare for a week." 'rhe impulse was s trong on Tom to turn from the ghastly tableau and fly from the c ave, and h e w a s about to do so, when his eyes fell upon a scQre ot mor e of tarnished pieces of metal l'es cmbling money that lay upon the floor. A couple of them lay directly at hi s fee t, and ins tinc tively he stooped and. picked them up. Rubbing them on hi s tro.users, Tom saw, with a thrill of sati s faction, that th e y w e re twenty-dollar g old piece$. Dropping them into his pocket, he advanced another st e p and gathered up 13ev e ral more. The greater part of the scattered coin s lay under or behind the corp s e s and the boy felt a natural repugnance to disturbing the ghastly remains. Despite that, however, h e hate d to le ave i.he money be hind in the cave. As he stood there undecided, swinging the lantern to and fro, his eyes once more lighted on the little heaps of glistening metal on the top of the fl.at stone. "Gee whiz I" he breathed, as he raised the lantern above his head to get a better look, "I believe that's money, tooheaps of it." The very thought of such a thing sent the blood coursing quicker through his veins. And it must be all gold-golden double eagles-just think of it I Here was wealth within his reach-probably thousand s of dollars. Tom drew a long, wistful breath as he gazed fascinated at the tarnished money. The desire to possess it overcame his fear and disgust at the presence of the skeletons. What will not a per son dare to secure a golden hoard? "There is money enough there to make mother, Ruth and I comfortable for life," he muttered, moi s tening his lips with the point of his tongue. "Why shouldn t I take it? Who has a better right to it than me? I have found it after it has lain neglected here all these years-goodness knows how many. It is clearly mine-all mine!" Dashing forward, Tom thrust his hand into the tarnished \ mass He was standing above th) skeletons now-so close that his trousers legs almost touched the grim bones; but h e was no longer afraid or concerned about them. It was the gold which fell ringing on the stone as his fingers displaced several of the piles that took up all of his thoughts. He placed the on the rock and with feverish eag e rne ss began to grasp up double handfuls of the coins. How they jingled! And rolled! And :fl.ashed i n the lant e rn light when their heretofore unexposed surfaces turned over and seemed to laugh into his face. Gold! "Aye I Hundreds of pieces, with milled edges and sharp-ly defined faces Five, ten and twenty dolla r pieces-:-largely the latter Where had it all come from? Who had accumulated such a quantity of American money? And how had it been acquired? Hone s tly or-and Tom glanc e d down at the skeletons Accide ntally he moved one of his legs forward lt struck the ribs of one of the corpses. Ins tantly a strange thing happened. The perfectly shap e d skeletons crumbled into shapeless du s t, leaving only a few shreds of moldy cloth, a handfu l or two of coar s e hair, and seve ral s cattered. teeth on the floor in the mid s t of the du s t to show that tl1' ghastly re mains of two men had ever existed. Tom was paraly zed for a moment at this sudden coll apse of the dead; then he drew a breath of relief that they vanished for e ver from his sight With his boot he gingerly knocked the dozen-odd coins away from contact with the dust of the dead men and greedily pocketed them Then he gave his attention once more to the piles of coin on the stone "How shall I take all this money away?" he aske d him self. He thought of the empty boxes in the sch ooner's sto re room. "I will get several of the smaller ones, fill them with the coin, and nail covers on them. '],'hat's what I'll d o," he s aid eagerly. Having decided on this course, Tom los t no time in put ting it into execution. B e fore leaving the cave, however, he :filled every pocket with golden double eagles and then made his way down the declivity tb the entrance. He did not notice that the tide had turned and was ris ing once more-all he thought about was rowing off to the derelict and procuring the boxes to hold the fortune in money he had so strangely di s covered Tom found se.veral boxes that were small enough to be easily handled when full of coined money and he carried them on deck. It was then he heard that strange bellowing sou nd again as the tide s urged into the opening to the cavern He didn't think anything of it then, for the sound had lost all its terrors for him; but when he rowed to the patch of beach once more he saw to his disappointment that the entrance to the cave was rapidly being covered by the rising water . "l can't get in there :for s everal hours now," he sa i d,


2 4 A LUCKY CHANCE. ''unless I swam in, and then I couldn'\ get out again with any of the money until the tide went down once more I'd rather amuse rnyself out here in the open air than be irnprisoned in that ghostly place. There's no hurry, any way, as I guess this island is very seldom visited. I think I'll see if I can get a few clams before the water gets too de.ep. J He managed to dig enough of the shellfish for a meal, and, starting a .fire, cooked and ate in connection with a package of crackers. The gold pieces he had already brought out of the cave amounted to nearly one thousand dollars, all in twenty dollar pieces of dates previous to 1860. He passed away the time cleaning them of the tarnish which disuse and the salt atmosphere of the cavern had tinged them with in a greater or lesser degree ./ He made a small package of this lot and placed it in the bow of the boat, beside the other bundle Then he devoted the larger part of the afternoon to walk ing over the island, or sitting on its most. elevated part watching a.number of fore-and-aft craft that passed up and down the coast When he returned to the shore of the basin he found the self when he had got a pair of blankets on deck and lay down to sleep under Lhe sLar-lit sky. "It was a lucky chance that carried me to this island. Mother will now be able to pay off the mortgage, and we shall have loads oi money in the bank. I mean to have a fine schooner built and go into the coasting trade on my own hook. No more working for other people after this. I'll buy an interest in some good fishing schooner, too, if I get the chance, and have other people work for me. If father was only alive now he could retire from business and live on the :fat of the land for the rest of his life. I wonder if Amy Wilson will be glad to hear of my good luck One of these days I mean to-" The words died drowsily upon his lips, his eyes closed, and he fell asleep to dream of caves filled to the ceiling with golden coins, and every bit of it all his own. CHAPTER XV. TOM LEAVES HORSESHOE ISLAND. Tom awoke with the sun, and, finding that the tide was down, he rowed to the beach, dug up another mess of clam and made a breakfast of them. hole uncovered again and the tide rapidly falling. "I shall never see a clam after this but it will put me in He waited impatiently for the hole to widen so that he mind of this island with its treasure of golden coin. I'd could wade in, and then, taking one of the boxes under give something to know who those two dead men wel'e in his arm, he returned to the cave. their time, and how that money came to be in the cave. Everything looked just the same as when he had been Looks as if they might have robbed a bank, or got the in there before, and, without wasting a moment in countmoney il). some other questionable way. They must have ing the gold coin, he swept enough of it into the box to fill quarreled over the division of the spoils, then one of them it, and, leaving the lantern behind him, made his way stabbed the other mortally, and was in turn fatally shot. slowly aJ?.d cautiously out into the open air again. They died locked in a death grip, and so the money, how-In this way he made eight trips in a short period of ever they came by it, did them no good. It's funny it time, and the last time brought away the lantern. should have remained all these vears undiscovered in that "There must be all of fifty thousand or sixty thousand cave. And yet I don't know th;t it is so remarkable, after d ollars in these boxes," he thought, as he gazed down upon all. This island; on account of the dangerous reefs, and them where they lay, on the sand. "Whii,t a glorious find the absence of any special object in landing here, is Ta.rely this has been! I can find it in my. heart to :forgive Buck visited, I guess. Then who would think of entering that Hawley and bis crafty son :for the injury they did me in hole under the rocks? If it wasn't that I felt a curiosity to Boston, since it has led me to the discovery of this :fortune find out just what made that bellowing noise I never :would Had I made my escape that morning with George Field I have investigated it myself. And, come to think of it, I should in all probability be aboard the Polly Ann now .on didn't find out, after all. I guess I shan't bother with the the way to a new fishing ground to :face another siege of subject now. I discovered a much better secret than that hard work for a half share's recompense Strange how a truly golden one-and so the cause which gives rise to things work out in this world the noise doesn't interest me any longer." He had brought a hammer and nails ashore with him, Tom had retained about three hundred dollars of the and :for the next twenty minutes he employed himself nail gold in his pocket to meet any emergency that might arise, ing the covers securely on the eight boxes. and now, as the sea. was smooth, he got out the oars and Then he stowed them i n the rowboat. rowed away from Horseshoe Island, which had proved such By that time it was after sundown, and Tom decided a mine of wealth to him. it would be :foolish for him to leave the island that night. Two hours later he was off Narraguagus Bay. So he dug up more clams, cooked and ate them with a After pulling up a mile or two he saw a small catboat gTeat relish, for he was feeling like a bird . anchored at the mouth of a creek. I After that he rowed the boat alongside the schooner, and There were a man and boy aboard engaged in fishing. took special care to tie her so there was very little chance Tom pulled within hailing distance and inquired where of her :floating away. he was. "I call this taking fortune on the wing," he said to himThey both looked at him in some surprise.


A LU C K Y C H AN C E. 26 ============== =======================================--==================== "Don't you kno w you r e in N arraguag u s Bay? asked Acc ordin g ly the fis herman pu t i n a.t a s m a ll c reek t h re e t h e m an. mile s below the town, and in a v e ry s hort time Tom saw the 'l'o m shook hi s h ead sailboat moor e d along s ide a s m a ll landing p lace. "Whe r e did You c ome from ?" A ba r gain was finally b e tween hi m a n d the o w n e r, A waterlogged t;choon e r tlia t 1rent on a n i s land Tom getting pos s e s sion of it for one hu ndre d and eigh t y o ut y onder." I dollar s which he paid ove r in gold coin, much to t h e aston Wha t i sland?" ishm e nt of th e seller, who want e d to k now w h e r e the boy I don t know the n ame o f it. I've neve r been so far got s o much gold. down eas t b e for e." "That needn t worry you, sir," replie d To m, "so l o ng What did t h e is land look like?" as you are s ati sfied it is real Ame r ic a n money. I c ame by A cir c ul a r i s land w ith a small harbo r ins ide replied it hon e stly, all right. I liv e in Glo's ter and am g oin g righ t Tom. back t here by water in this boat." "That' s th e Horseshoe," spoke up t he boy. "What have you got in those box e s ?" M k e d the man, The man nodded. curiou s ly "Whe re's the rest of the s chooner' s people ? O n the "We ll if you want to know real b ad, they' r e full of g old i s l and?" coin .imila r to w hat I have pai d you for the boat grinned "No. I was the only one aboard when she struck the Tom i s l a nd." He said i t in suc h a w a y as to g iv e the impre s sion tha11 As t h e man s e e med much inte re s ted in this s t at e ment, he was joking, t hough he was actual l y tellin g t h e truth. Tom pull e d alongsid e and told how h e had bee n c arried off A s h e suppo s ed, and of c ourse w ish ed, the man d i d n o t against his will fr o m Bos ton aboar d the English bark Wanbeli eve an y su c h nonsense as t h at and s o Tom wriggled out d e r er ; h o w the w at e rlogged s chooner had bee n s ight e d l at e of what might hav e proved a ser ious predicam ent. in the afte rno o n of the d a y but one previous; how he t he H e obtained a bill of s ale for the boat, made out i n due second and another s e a man had bee n sC'nt to boar d form, and then, taking his rowbo a t in t o w followed his he r ; l10w a s u d d e n s quall had come up, followed by a fog, fri e nd th e fis h e rman on the c a t boat ba c k to the m o uth of aft e r he was on the d e r e lict s c1eck and he w a s s eparated th e c reek, whe r e he p arte d from him, an d laid a c ourse down from the boa t, and finally, how he h a d reached the is l a n d th e b a y toward th e Atlantic . harbor after drifting all ni gh t thro ugh the fog. Shor t ly af terwa rd, s eeing that h e w ould pass close to a "You seem t o ha v e had a hard tim e of it, s aid the man sm a ll i s land, h e put in there and t r ansfe r re d hi s box e s and "Oh, I'm n ot kickin g, repli e d Tom with a s atisfie d bun d les to th e c abin of hi s sailboa t g rin W hat's t h e nea rest town I can strik e ?" This was a g reat r e lief to him, for t he y wer e n o w out of The n e arest town i s Harrington on the ra il road B u t si ght and no longer likely to attract atte ntion. it's ten miles from h e re-r at h e r a hard pull f o r you. If But h e now s ndd e nl y awoke to th e unplea s ant fact that you don t mi n d stayi n g b y u s for a couple hour s I'll tow h e 'as unp rovide d with anything t o ea t except t h e sa me y o u u p there. I'll l e nd you a lin e an c 1 you can h e lp u s fis h." old diet o f c rack e r s a nd th e r e main s of the preserved g in g er. T o m a gre e d to this friendl y proposition, a s h e did not \rell, ''. h e philo s ophically i t won't do a n y harm. c ar e t o pull the ten mile s und e r a warm sun unl e s s obl ige d to go o n s hort c ommons until I can r each some pl a c e where t o d o i t I can lay in a stoc k of provi s ions I wis h I h ad a few It was about n oon that the catboat got und e r way for bill s thou g h, inst e ad of all this gold. P e o p l e seem to looli town, a nd duri n g t he tri p i t occurre d to the boy th a t if h e at a twenty dollar piece with s uspicion, b e cause i t's s o little c ould buy a g o o d sailboat h e would pre fer to r e turn to in g e nera l circ u lation Gloucest e r b y water, on a c count of the boxes o f coin, which After leaving N ar raguagu s Bay he laid his cour s e for he wis h e d to have und e r his own eye constantly, on account l arge i s l a n d i n s hore to the southw e s t. o f t h eir value f or it w a s pos sible some accident might hap He met a fishing boat on hi s way an d obtai ned a couple pen t o t h e m i f shi pped b y rail. of fine, fat macker e l likewise the i nfo r mat i o n t hat the re "Do you know whet h e r I could buy o r c h a r ter a sa ilbo a t was a small liamlet on the i n ner s h o r e o f the i s l a nd in in thi s n e ighborhood?" he a s k e d the fishe:rman. t i o n "Why, yes, th e re i s a good boat that y o u coul d get if y ou H e s ailed around the is l an d t ill h e came to a wharf, h a d two hundr e d d o ll a rs in c a s h t o pay for i t It's easil y h e moored his boat wort h doubl e th a t s u m-in fact I b e li eve it ori g inally cost Then h e went up to a genera l st or e h e sa w there and a bout six hundred doll a r s I am acquainted with the m a n bou ght several dollars' worth of supplies-enoug h he calwho owns it, a n d who ha s b e en adv e rtisi n g it f o r sal e I'll cul ated to keep him unti l he reached his home-t e nderin g take you a r o und to hi s place, wher e you can see the b o a t a ten dollar pi ece in paym e nt. and rna k ej;he best b a rg ain y ou can if, as I said, you h av e "Have n t you got any bill s ?" a sked the s to re keeper lookthe m o ney t o pay dow n ing at the coin doubtfully; not that.h e doubted its genui ne I hav e the money," r e plied Tom, qu i etly and if the ness, but he w a s lea.th to have the c oin around hi s draw er, b o at i s w o rth the price a s ked I'll bu y it." for fear he might lose or m i s lay it.


26 A LUCKY CHANCE. "No; replied the boy; "that's the bes t I can do with I I of his, and had tried, with poor success, to square himself you." with Amy The man accepted it reluctantly, and handed Tom the About the time that Tom had rounded the cape several r ight change miles below, Hawley and his chum were sailing around the After saili n g seaward till he reached the outer and uninpicnic ground in the catboat. habited part of the island, he hauled in ashore again, made Dave was in bad humor on account of the rebuffs he had a fire o n the beach and c ooked one of the mackerel for his got from the girl he was sweet on, and was meditating r e suppe r. venge upon her As he now had fresh bread, butter, and other They were circling the southern shore of the island when lldj uncts, he made a very satisfactory' meal-the first real his companion called his attention to two girls who were good o ne he had enjoyed since fate separated him from the picking flowers just back of the beach. Po ll y A nn. The girls had strayed away from the rest of the picnick He then continued his course along the coast to the so-uthers, and Hawley recognized them at once as Amy Wilson westward under jib and mainsail. and Ruth Whitney As i t grew dark he approached one of the innumerable sma ll is l ands that dot the shores of Maine. N o t h avi ng any knowl edge of the navigation of this stretch of water, and fearing he might blunder on some reef o r hidden ledge in the dark, Tom resolved to anchor all night under the lee of thl.s island His lobster-like eyes snapped maliciously whe n he saw they were quite alone. An audacious scheme suggested itself to him. Amy had persistently refused all his proposa l s to sail in the boat with him Here was a chance to make her go with him, whether she He found a little cove, into which he ran, and, dropping would or not the ancho r and l owering his canvas, he felt pretty secme unti l morn i ng. CHAPTER XVI. DAVE ffAWLEYS AUDACWUS ACT. A week later Tom Whitney sight.eel Cape Ann, an d in a few hours he rounded Eastern I'oint and headed up toward G l oucester harbor. He had hugged the shqre as closely as he dared all the way u p from Narraguagus Bay, and, having encountered severa l spell s of uncommonly rough weather, had been o b l iged t o l ie at anchor at various sheltered spots along liis rou te. Tom w as mighty glad to get within sight of home at la s t. He d i d n ot bel ieve that Captain Keclge had had a chance y e t to n otify his mother of his mysterious disappearance at B oston, because the Poll y Ann had scarcely had time to r et urn from her second trip to the mackerel grounds. On the whole, he bad enjoyed his experiences since he struck Horseshoe Island, especially after be had come into possession of the treasure the cavern rhe sai l boat had proved herself everything her former own er ha d claime d for he r and Tom was well satisfied with his barga in. It was a warm su n shiny afte rn oon, a n d a stiff breeze was bl11wing up the bay The Sunday-school Tom attended was having a picnic on an island near the mouth of the harbor. The steamer that h ad brought the party down in the morn i ng was tied up at a small wharf on the lee of the is l and, while t e young people, with their teachers and friends, were scattered all over the place. Amy Wilson and Ruth Whitney had both come to the pic nic; so, a lso, had Dave Hawley You ng Hawley had come down in a catboat with a crony "Say," he grinned to his crony, ''suppose we put in to the beach and make them two girls come out with us down the bay a bit. I heard you say you liked Ruth Whitney, but that she gave you the icy mitt; now here's a chance to get back at her. I've been aching for a chance to get square with Amy Wilson, and here it is all cut and clriec1 for me to take advantage of. Are you game to do this?" His friend, whose name was Perley Moore, hesitated as he thought of the possible con equences of running off with two girls against their will even for an hour or two, but finally agreed to take a hand in the project. Dave immediately headed the for the beach, land ing under a low bluff where the preoccupied girls could not see them. "We'll wait here, Perley," said Dave, hiding beh ind the bushes; "they're coming this way When I give the word we'll pounce upon them, run them down to the boat and push off beore they have a chance to put up much 0 a kick. It will be great un-or us, at any rate. I'll have the satis faction 0 making Amy take a sail with me. They'll both have to make the best 0 it until we choose to land them." "Where shall we take them ?" "A mile or so down the bay If they get too cranky over the matter we'll take them all the way back to town in the boat instead 0 landing tl;tem at the island." "They'll be awful mad, I'll bet," replied Perley. "I don't care how mad they get They won't be able to help themselves. Once we -get them in the boat we'll run things to suit ourselves The two young rascals waited impatiently until Amy and Ruth had got within a few feet of them, when they sprang out and seized them. The girls screamed and attempted tq run, but hadn't a ghost of a snow to get away. Before they had recovered from their consternation they


A :i;,UCKY CHANCE. were bundled aboard the c atboa t t h e painte r c ast off a)1cl the craft headed down the b ay. "Now will you be good, A m y Wilson?" chuckl e d Dav e gleefully. "How dare you treat us in this way I" exclaimed Amy, indignantly, as soon as she found her voice. "Take us bac k to the shore," she demanded, with a stamp of her littl e foot. ''We will not," replied her persecutor. "You're going for a sail with us." "We don't want to go sailing," protested Amy, with a flushed face. "You're only pretending you don 't," snickered Dave, feeling, now that the island was dropping behind, that he was master of the situation. "You're a bad, disagieeable boy!" replied Amy. "I shall tell my father when he comes home, and he will have your father punish you for this." "My won't do a thing to me," retort e d Dave. "Come, now, why can't you treat a fellow "I don't want anything to do with you. I hate you, s o there!" cried Amy, with tears of resentment w e lling in her pretty eyes. "Ho! That won't do you any "Wait till Tom Whitney gets back. He' ll make you dance for treating his sister in thi s way ." "I'm not afraid of his gettin' back in a hurry," r e pli e d Dave, so significantly that both Amy and Ruth look e d at him in surprise. "What do you mean?" asked Amy. "Oh, you're interested now, are you?" an swere d Dave with a jealous note in his voice. "You'd l i k e to see T o m Whitney, wouldn't you? Like to go out s a ilin with him instead of me? Well, you won't see him a g ain for a good while. He's gone to Europe for his health and th e youn g rascal laughed derisively, as if something tickled him very much indeed. "What does he mean, Amy?" whispered Ruth, uneasily. "Oh, he's just trying to worry us about nothing,'; replied her chum, with a curl of her lip. ''Am I?" sneered Dave, who had overheard her "Jus t keep on thinkin' so. I was at Boston la s t wee k when the Poll y Ann put in there to sell her fish. The da y she hauled in to the wharf to take on ice Tom Whitn e y disappear ed. I wouldn't be surpri s ed if he had been knocked down along the wharves by some of those water toughs. If they didn't toss him into th e bay, after robbin' him, they put him aboard some foreign vessel bound out to sea. Such things are done all the time." The way Dave uttered the foregoing remark s almost convinc e d the two girls that something had happened to Tom Ruth turned white with fear, while Amy's heart stood s till for a moment with a secret apprehension. "You know you're not telling the truth, David Hawley," she c ried earnestly. "You are just tantalizing us-trying to worry Ruth here. You ought to be ashamed of your self." Dave s nick e r ed. "We ll w ait till the Polly Ann g e ts back to either Boston or Glo'ste r and th e n see if he 's aboard of her. If he is, I'm a l iar, a nd I ll agree never to bother you any more, if y ou don t want me to." "Oh, Amy do you think anything has happened to Tom?" asked Ruth, tearfully. "No, I don't,'' replied Amy. "I don't believe a word thi s boy says. He's down on your brother because--" Th e n she s topped, s lightl y embarrassed, for she easily g uessed why Dave Hawley hated Tom Whitney. Hawl e y laughed jeeringly and nodded his head signifi c antly. If the young rascal had known that the sailboat he saw right ahead coming up the bay was sailed by the boy they were talking about he would have hauled in his horns a bit, as the is, turned the catboat about and made back f

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