The Rover Boys on the Great Lakes; Or, The Secret of the Island Cave

by Edward Stratemeyer

  CHAPTER XIII.

  PRISONERS THREE.

  It was easy to see that Captain Langless was "feeling his way," as thesaying is, and Dick felt that he must go slow or he might spoileverything. Criminals are of all shades and degrees, and look ataffairs in a different light from honest men. It is said that somewould rather be dishonest than honest, and Dick did not yet know howthe owner of the _Peacock_ stood on that point.

  "Perhaps you had better tell us first what Arnold Baxter has offeredyou," said the elder Rover, as he looked the owner of the schoonersquarely in the eyes.

  "Well, he has offered considerable, if his schemes go through."

  "And if they fail you get nothing."

  "I am a good loser--so I shan't complain."

  "Supposing I was to offer you several hundred dollars if you saw ussafe on shore."

  "How can you offer any money? You haven't got it with you, have you?"

  "No. But I could get the money, and what I promised to pay I wouldpay."

  "But several hundred dollars wouldn't be enough."

  "If you helped to bring the Baxters to justice we might make it athousand dollars," put in Tom, who was now as anxious as Dick to bringthe captain to terms.

  At the mention of a thousand dollars the eyes of Captain Langlessglistened. The sum was not large, but it was sufficient to interesthim. He had already received three hundred dollars from Arnold Baxter,as a guarantee of good faith, so to speak, but there was no telling howmuch more he could expect from that individual. If he could obtainthirteen hundred dollars all told, and get out of the affair on thesafe side, he might be doing well.

  "How would you pay this thousand dollars?" he asked.

  "Our father would pay it. He is a fairly rich man, and anxious to seeArnold Baxter returned to prison."

  "To get the man out of his path?"

  "Partly that, and partly to see justice done. Come, what do you say?"

  Before the captain could answer there came a call down the companionway.

  "Two vessels in sight--a schooner and a steam tug," announced a sailor.

  "Coming this way?" asked the master of the schooner.

  "Aye, sir."

  Captain Langless arose at once.

  "I will have to ask you to step into the hold again," he said politely,but firmly. "I will talk over what you have offered later."

  He motioned to the passageway leading to the hold. Sam was on the pointof objecting, but Dick silenced him with a look.

  "All right, we'll go," grumbled Tom. "But I'm going to take the dessertwith me," and he took up a bowl of rice pudding and a spoon. Dickfollowed with a pitcher of water and a glass, at which the captain hadto grin. As soon as they were in the hold the owner of the schoonerbolted the door and fixed it so that it might not again be opened fromthe inside.

  "Two ships in sight!" cried Sam, when they were alone. "We ought tohave made a dash for liberty."

  "It wouldn't have helped us," answered his oldest brother. "Thosevessels must be some distance away, and before they came up we would bedown here, handcuffed, and in disgrace with the captain. If we treathim right, we may win him over and finish the Baxters' game."

  Sitting in the darkness they took their time about eating the ricepudding, and Dick placed the water where it could be found when wanted.Then they listened for the approach of the two vessels which thelookout had sighted.

  Yet hour after hour went by and nothing of importance reached theirears. The vessels came up and passed them, and then the _Peacock_turned in for the mouth of the Detroit River. Soon the boys knew, bythe steam whistles and other sounds, that the schooner was approachingsome sort of harbor.

  A dreary evening and night followed. The _Peacock_ came to astandstill, and they heard the sails come down and the anchors dropped.But nobody came to them, and they had to sink to rest supperless. Theyremained awake until after midnight, then dozed off one after another.

  When they awoke a surprise awaited them. The hold was lit up by therays of a bright lantern hung on a hook near the door leading to thecabin passageway. Below the lantern stood a tray filled with eatables,and near at hand was a bucket of fresh water and half a dozennewspapers and magazines.

  "By Jinks, this is not so bad!" observed Tom. "We are to havebreakfast, that's certain."

  "And reading to occupy our spare time," added Sam.

  Dick, however, looked at the layout with a fallen face. "I don't likeit," he said. "This looks too much as if the captain and the othersmeant to keep us here for some time."

  "I suppose that's so," came from Tom, and then he, too, lookedcrestfallen.

  "Well, let us make the best of it," said Sam, and began to eat, and theothers did the same. Since time seemed no object they ate slowly, inthe meantime reviewing the situation from every possible standpoint,but without arriving at any satisfactory conclusion.

  They had allowed their watches to run down, so there was no tellingwhat time it was. But at last a faint streak of sunshine, comingthrough a seam in the deck, told that it must be near noon. Yet no onecame near them, and all was as silent, close at hand, as a tomb,although in the distance they heard an occasional steam whistle orother sound common to a great city.

  There was nothing in the hold by which to reach the hatchway, but,growing weary of waiting, Tom dragged a box hither and asked Dick andSam to stand upon it. Then he climbed on their shoulders, to find hishead directly against the beams of the deck. He pushed with all of hisstrength on the hatch, to find it battened down on the outside.

  "Stumped!" he cried laconically, and leaped to the floor of the hold."We are prisoners and no mistake."

  After this they went back to the door leading to the cabin. But thislikewise could not be moved, and in the end they sat down a good dealdiscouraged.

  It was well toward night when they heard a noise at the door. As theyleaped up, expecting to see the Baxters or Captain Langless, thebarrier opened and the cook of the schooner appeared, backed up by twoof the sailors. The cook had another trayful of food, which he passedto Dick in silence, taking the other tray in exchange.

  "Where is Captain Langless?" asked Tom.

  "Can't come now," answered the cook.

  "Then send the Baxters here."

  "They can't come either."

  "Have they gone ashore?" questioned Dick.

  "I can't answer any questions," and the cook started to back out.

  "Who is in charge? We must see somebody."

  "I am in charge," said a rough voice, and now the mate of the schoonerthrust himself forward. "You had better be quiet until the cap'n gitsback."

  "Then he has gone ashore?"

  "Yes, if you must know."

  "And the Baxters with him."

  "Yes, but all hands will be back soon."

  "Are we in Detroit harbor?"

  "Yes."

  "Then I'm for escaping!" shouted Tom, and taking up the water pitcherhe aimed it at the mate's head. The blow struck fairly, and the sailorwent down, partly stunned. Seeing the success of his move Tom leapedfor the passageway, and Dick and Sam followed their brother.