Young Captain Jack; Or, The Son of a Soldier

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by Jr. Horatio Alger


  CHAPTER XXX.

  BROUGHT TO BAY.

  "Somebody is coming!" whispered Jack excitedly. "I wonder if it is theguerrillas?"

  "If da come, de jig am up!" groaned Old Ben.

  "Let us hide upstairs," returned our hero. "Quick!"

  There was no time to say more, and all three ran for the ladder leadingto the loft of the cabin, which was but a story and a half high. Jackwas the first up, and the negroes quickly followed, and then all lay lowon the flooring, hardly daring to breathe.

  In a moment more two men entered the cabin, shaking the water from theirrubber cloaks as they did so. The two men were Dr. Mackey and St. JohnRuthven.

  "What a beastly night!" exclaimed St. John with a shiver. "When I lefthome to meet you I never expected such a storm as this. If I had, Ishouldn't have come."

  "I didn't look for such a rain myself," returned Dr. Mackey, throwingoff his cloak. "Anybody around?"

  "Don't seem to be, although there are muddy footprints on the floor."

  The two gazed around, but Jack and his companions were wise enough tokeep out of sight, and apparently satisfied that the cabin was deserted,Dr. Mackey flung himself on a bench and St. John did likewise.

  "You said you wished to see me on important business," observed thespendthrift.

  "I do," was the reply. "I wish to help both you and myself."

  "In what way."

  "In several ways, Mr. Ruthven. In the first place, you are aware that Iclaim Jack as my son."

  "I know that."

  "I am very anxious to establish my claim to the boy."

  "I don't see how I can help you, Dr. Mackey, although I am glad enoughto have you claim Jack."

  "You ought to help me, for it will be helping yourself as well. Youraunt thinks a great deal of Jack. If he is allowed to remain at theplantation she may take it into her head to leave him half of herproperty."

  "I know that, too."

  "The property ought to go to that girl and to you. With Jack out of theway you will be pretty certain of your share."

  "But I don't understand your game, Dr. Mackey. Why do you want Jack, ifhe doesn't care for you?"

  "I love the boy, in spite of his actions. Besides, he must come with mein order that I may establish our joint right to a fortune which awaitsus."

  "Well, what do you want me to do?" questioned St. John, after a pause,during which Jack waited with bated breath for what might follow.

  "Jack was picked up from a shipwreck nearly eleven years ago. He and hismother were taken to your aunt's home, and it was from this home thatJack's mother, my wife, was buried."

  "Well?"

  "I am quite certain that your aunt is keeping all of the things whichwere taken from my wife's person at the time of her death, and also theclothing Jack wore when he was rescued. I wish to obtain possession ofthose things, or, failing that, I want to get a minute description ofthem."

  "Do you want me to get the things for you?"

  "If you can."

  "But my aunt may object to giving them up."

  At this the face of Dr. Mackey fell.

  "I'm afraid you don't quite understand me, Mr. Ruthven. I don't wantyour aunt to know anything about it."

  "Oh!" St. John's face became a study. "You--er--you wish me to get thethings on the sly?"

  "Yes. You must remember they belong to me. But if you tell Mrs. Ruthvenshe will be sure to raise a big fuss, and that is what I wish to avoid."

  "I don't see how I can get the things?"

  "Can't you get your aunt or your cousin to show them to you? Then youcan watch where they are put, and the rest ought to be easy."

  "I'm afraid my aunt is very careful of the things. I have heard her sayas much, to my cousin Marion."

  "Well, you ought to take a little risk. Remember, it is to your interestto help me in establishing my claim to Jack."

  "I'll do what I can," replied St. John, after a moment's consideration.

  "I would like to get the things as soon as possible."

  "I'll go over to my aunt's plantation the first thing in the morning.But she may not want to listen to me just now. She is extra busy, youknow."

  "With those wounded Confederate soldiers?"

  "Not only with those, but she also has a Federal officer there--broughtin a few days ago."

  "A Federal officer? Does she sympathize with the North?"

  "She does to some extent."

  "Who is the fellow?"

  "A Colonel Stanton."

  At the mention of that name Dr. Mackey leaped up in alarm.

  "What! that man--in her house!" he gasped.

  "Do you know Colonel Stanton?"

  "I--that is--I know of him. Is he badly wounded?"

  "I think he is."

  "I hope he dies then. He is--a--a--very bad customer to meet."

  "I can't understand why my aunt makes so much of him."

  "Tell me, has this Colonel Stanton met Jack?"

  "Yes, they met some time ago, when the Yankees first came to thisneighborhood."

  "Ah!" Dr. Mackey drew a long breath. "I wonder what Jack thought of thecolonel?"

  "He likes the Yankee very much."

  "Humph! Well, there is no accounting for tastes." Dr. Mackey pulledhimself together with an effort. "If you see this Colonel Stanton don'ttell him about me, or repeat anything I have said, will you?"

  "I don't want to see the Yankee. I haven't any use for any of them."

  "Colonel Stanton ought to be arrested as a spy. I know for a fact thathe once entered our lines and reported our movements to his superiors.It would be a feather in your cap if you could have him arrested by theConfederate authorities."

  "By Jove! do you really think that?" asked St. John, with renewedinterest.

  "I do."

  "Then I'll report the case without delay. I thought he was something ofa sneak the first time I saw him."

  "If the South would hang him as a spy it would be a good job done."

  "Would you be willing to appear against him?" asked St. John anxiously.

  "Well--er--no, but I can bring two other men to appear."

  "Then I'll surely have him arrested."

  "And what about those things?"

  "I will get them, if I possibly can."

  A loud clap of thunder interrupted the conversation at this point, andwhen it was renewed the topic was not of special interest to Jack.

  But our hero had heard enough to make him very thoughtful. Why had Dr.Mackey been so startled to learn that Colonel Stanton was at the Ruthvenplantation, and why had he been so anxious to know if he and the colonelhad met?

  "Here's a fresh mystery," he told himself. "I must unravel it if I can."

  "I am going to return home now," said St. John presently, when the stormseemed to be clearing away. "If I don't get back, my mother will bewondering what has become of me."

  "All right," answered the doctor. "But let me hear from you by to-morrownight, sure."

  "I will."

  "And don't mention my name to Colonel Stanton."

  "But if I have him arrested you will furnish those witnesses to the factthat he is a spy?"

  "I will, rest assured on the point."

  A little later St. John hurried off in the darkness. Dr. Mackey watchedhim go, and then began to pace the floor nervously.

  Jack touched Old Ben on the shoulder.

  "Wot am it, Massah Jack?" whispered the faithful old negro.

  "Ben, we must make the surgeon a prisoner."

  "All right, Ise ready to do my share."

  "I am going to jump down on his back. You follow me with the gun."

  "I will, Massah Jack."

  The surgeon continued to pace the floor of the cabin, and, watching hischance, Jack crawled to the edge of the loft opening.

  Just as Dr. Mackey swung around on his heel our hero gave a nimble leapand landed squarely on his shoulders, sending the surgeon to his knees.

  "Hi, what's this?" spluttered the rascal, and
tried to throw Jack off.But our hero clung as fast as grim death.

  "It means that you are now my prisoner, Dr. Mackey."

  "You!" ejaculated the astonished man. "Let me go, I say!" And he beganto struggle more violently than ever.

  But by this time Old Ben was on the floor, and the negro lost no time inpoking the muzzle of the gun under the surgeon's nose. This brought Dr.Mackey to a standstill, and he glared at his opponents in amazement.

  "Don't--don't shoot!" he gasped.

  "Then keep quiet."

  "How did you escape from the cave?"

  "That is our business, Dr. Mackey. Will you submit, or not?"

  "I suppose I'll have to submit. You are three to one." ColumbusWashington was now beside Ben.

  "Columbus, see if you can find a rope or a strap. We'll bind his handsbehind him," went on Jack.

  "What are you going to do with me?" questioned the surgeon anxiously.

  "Put you where you deserve to be--behind the bars," was our hero'squiet, but firm, answer.

 

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