So Jack sailed down the other side of the island, and captured the man, Chambers, in the thoroughfare; that is, Jack and his crew did. And they brought Chambers back just at the right time and Squire Brackett and Witham were so ashamed they wanted to go and hide away somewhere.
The man they had taken aboard looked smilingly at Henry Burns.
That is certainly a remarkable story, he said, knocking the ashes carelessly from the end of his cigar.
Yes, but the rest of it is the oddest part of it, responded Henry Burns. There was an old lady named Mrs. Newcome, whose life we saved at the fire. She was furious at the squire and Witham for blaming us, and thankful enough when Jack got us out of it.
Now, when Chambers was tried, he was so bitter against the other two who had got him into trouble, he confessed the yacht did not belong to any one of them. So the yacht was taken over by the sheriff, and advertisements were sent out all around to try to find the rightful owner. But they never did find him, and finally the yacht was condemned and put up for sale. There is where old Mrs. Newcome came in. She has no end of money, and no one to spend it on except herself and a cat. The yacht went cheap, and what did she do but buy it in and give it to us.
Henry Burns paused, and there was silence for a few moments aboard the Viking . The stranger smoked without speaking, apparently lost in his own thoughts.
Thats all of the yarn, said Henry Burns, at length.
The man started to his feet, tossed his cigar away, and walked forward, with his hands in his pockets.
Thats one of the oddest stories I ever heard, he said. Youre lucky chaps, arent you? Sounds like some novels Ive read. By the way, isnt that Burtons Landing just ahead there?
He seemed eager to get ashore.
Yes, that is the Landing, answered Harvey.
A few moments more and they were up to it, and the stranger was stepping ashore upon the pier.
Well, he said, shaking hands with them again, Im much obliged to both of you really more than I can begin to tell you. Perhaps I can return the favour some day. My name is Charles Carleton. Live around at hotels pretty much, but spend most of my time in Boston. Hope I meet you again some day. Perhaps I may be down this way later, down the bay somewhere, if I like the looks of it, and the hotels. Good day.
Good day; youre very welcome, called out Henry Burns and Jack Harvey.
Again the yacht swung out into the river, gathering headway quickly and skimming along, heeling very gently.
The strange man stood watching her from the pier.
No, he said, softly, to himself, I never saw but one boat just like her before. But who would have thought I should run across them the first thing? That was a stroke of luck.
CHAPTER II. THE COLLISION
sort of a man, wasnt he? commented Harvey, as the Viking left the pier astern, and the stranger could be seen walking briskly up the road toward the town.
Why, yes, he was, in a way, responded Henry Burns. Most persons manage to make themselves agreeable while one is doing them a favour. Really, though, he isnt one of the open, hearty kind, though he did try to be pleasant. I dont know why I think so, but he seemed sort of half-concealed behind that big moustache.
Harvey laughed.
Thats a funny notion, he said.
Well, responded Henry Burns, of course it wasnt just that. But, at any rate, he is the kind of a man that has his own way about things. Did you notice, he didnt exactly ask us to take him into the boat. He said, right out at the start, that he was going along with us of course, if we were willing. But he was bound to come aboard, just the same, whether we were willing or not.
Hm! said Harvey. You do take notice of things, dont you? I didnt pay any attention to what he said; but, now I think of it, he did have that sort of way. However, we shall probably never set eyes on him again, so whats the odds?
They were getting down near to the mouth of the river now, and already, a mile ahead, the bay broadened out before their eyes.
The wind was blowing brisk, almost from the south by this time, and the first of the ebb-tide running down against it caused a meeting between the two that was not peaceful. At the point where river and bay blended, and for some distance back up the river, there was a heavy chop-sea tumbling and breaking in short, foam-capped waves. Farther out in the bay there was considerable of a sea running.
Harvey, lounging lazily on the seat opposite Henry Burns, suddenly sprang up and uttered an exclamation of surprise. Then he pointed on far ahead, over the port bow, to a tiny object that bobbed in the troubled waters of the river, low lying and indistinct.
What do you make of that, Henry? he cried.
Why, it looks like a log from one of the mills up above, replied the other, after he had observed it with some difficulty. Oh, no, it isnt, he exclaimed the next moment. There is something alive on it or in it. Say, you dont suppose it can be Tom Harris and Bob White, do you? That is a canoe, I believe.