CHAPTER XXII
AFTER BUMSTEAD
"Now then," said Nat cheerfully, when he and the youth he had savedfrom suicide were safely in the young pilot's cabin, "what is thematter? I don't want to pry into your affairs, but I would like tohelp you. If I can't, perhaps I can get some one who can. I know Mr.Weatherby or Captain Turton would be glad to aid you."
"You are of much kindness to me," replied the other, while he tried toregain control of his feelings. "My name is Hugo Kesterberg. I used tolive in New York, where I did work in a German importing house. I havebeen in dis country not long, so I speak not der language so goot."
"I can understand you very well," said Nat.
"I haf a good place, und I am learning der business," went on youngKesterberg, "ven an uncle of mine, in der Vaterland, he die, und leaveme vat you call legs--legs easy."
"Legacy," put in Nat.
"Yes, dot is him, legacy. Your American vords are so hard to speakright. Vell, he leaves me some money, but I am a such foolish fellow.Instead of putting my legs easy--I mean legacy--in der bank, I startin to have a goot time--I am vat you call a sport. I treat all myfriends, und I get in vid a sporty crowd. I buy goot clothes, und Ihave lots of fun.
"Pretty soon, not long after I gets my legacy, der head of der firmvere I work, he say dey no longer needs me, for you see I am foolish,und I no longer look after my vork. But dot I lose my job make me notfor to care. I still haf plenty of monies left, und I haf more goodtimes."
"Then what is the trouble, if you have plenty of money?" asked Nat."The trouble with most people is that they haven't got enough."
"Dot's me--exactly!" exclaimed Hugo. "I got to gambling und playingder races, und yesterday I found I haf not enough left, after I hadbeen traveling about for some time, to pay my board for vun veek, in adecent place. I buys me a ticket on dis boat, for as far a distance asI haf money, und I decide I vill end it all. Und so I vould, only youstop me."
He added the last bitterly.
"Yes, I'm glad I stopped you, and you'll be glad too, before long,"declared Nat firmly. "Why, you're no worse off than you were before.You had a lot of money, and you had a good time with it. Now you'llhave to go back to work again."
"Ach! Dot's vat you Americans call der rubber," said the German.
"The rubber?" repeated Nat, a bit puzzled.
"I mean der rub--dot's vere der shoes nabs me--I mean pinch. I can'tgo back to my old place, und I don't know how to get vork in any odderplace. Dere is no use for me to live. I makes an end to myself, ven vegets to der port."
"No, you won't!" declared Nat. "If you don't promise not to try tocommit suicide, for at least a week, I'll inform the police about you,as soon as we land, and they'll lock you up. It's against the law totake your own life or attempt it. If you wait a week you'll be allover the notion."
"A man's life iss his own--he can do vat he likes mit it."
"The law doesn't say so," replied Nat, who had gained his informationfrom the newspapers.
"Vell, der law is wrong! I takes my own life!"
"Then you'll be arrested as soon as the boat lands."
"Arrest a Kesterberg!" exclaimed the German. "Dot vould be adisgrace."
"So would committing suicide."
The youth started. Evidently he had not thought of it in that lightbefore.
"Vell, I promise you--for vun week."
"That's all right," said Nat briskly. "I'm satisfied. I know if youwait that long you'll be in a better frame of mind. Besides, I think Ican help you. I'll speak to the captain and to Mr. Weatherby aboutyou."
"But not about--not about--what I----"
"Oh, no, I'll say nothing about that," promised Nat. "But I know theycan help you. Captain Turton is acquainted with lots of firms, andmaybe he can get you a place with one of them."
"Den my troubles would be ofer," declared Hugo. "If I gets me a placeto vork, nefer again vill I be so foolish again. If my people inGermany heard of vot I did, dey vould nefer forgive me."
"They're not likely to hear of it," said Nat. "Now you stay here untilyou feel better. We're going to land pretty soon, and I'll be busy.This evening I'll speak to the captain about you."
"But my ticket only takes me to dis port, und I haf no more money. Ican't stay aboard."
"I'll fix that all right," declared the young pilot, who was beginningto feel quite important over what he had done, which, indeed, was nolight matter, for he had given hope to a hopeless youth.
Captain Turton readily agreed to do what he could for Hugo Kesterberg,when, that evening, after all the freight and passengers had beendischarged, Nat told as much of the case as it was necessary for thecommander to know.
"I think I know a firm in Detroit that would be glad of his services,"he said. "I'll give him a letter of recommendation to them, when wereach there, which will be at the end of the week."
"But--er--he hasn't any money left to pay his fare there," said Nat.
"That will be all right," replied Captain Turton. "I guess it won'tbreak the company to give him a pass and his meals for a few days.Besides, I'm not going to let you get ahead of me in doing him a goodturn."
Three days later, when the _Mermaid_ reached Detroit, Hugo Kesterbergbade Nat, and his other friends aboard the ship, good-by. With a noteof recommendation to a big firm, he could face the future in betterspirits. Some time later Nat had a letter from the German youth,stating that he had a better position than the one in New York, andwas doing well. The missive was full of thanks to Nat and CaptainTurton.
Detroit was as far as the _Mermaid_ was to go on the present voyage,and after taking on a big cargo, and quite a number of passengers, sheturned about and began to traverse her way over Lake Huron again.
Captain Turton went ashore at the first port they made, after leavingDetroit, and when he came aboard again, he sought out Nat. Thecaptain's manner betrayed some excitement.
"I have some news for you," he said to the young pilot.
"Am I going to be arrested again?"
"Not exactly. This concerns your enemy, Bumstead."
"Have they got him? Did he give up the money?"
"No, but I heard from a captain friend of mine ashore a little whileago, that the _Spray_ is docked at Cove Point, about fifty miles abovehere. She had to lay up for repairs. She's an old boat and her enginesare continually getting out of order."
"Are we going to stop there?" asked Nat eagerly.
"No, but I know what you are thinking of. There is a chance to causethe arrest of the mate, and here is my plan. You can take a train fromhere to Cove Point. The railroad runs quite near there. You have thewarrant, made out by the police. Take that with you, and theauthorities in Cove Point will make the arrest, I'm sure."
"But how can I get back to this boat?"
"I'll tell you. There is a train that leaves here at midnight, whichwill get you to Cove Point about two o'clock in the morning. Thepolice are up at all hours. You can get them to serve the warrant atonce, for Bumstead will probably be aboard the _Spray_ at her dock.Then, after he is safe in jail, you can hire a boat to take you out,and I'll pick you up as I pass. I'll be on the watch for you to-morrowmorning."
The plan was very feasible, and Nat thanked the captain for histhoughtfulness. He made his arrangements hurriedly, and began to havevisions of recovering the money that was rightfully his.
"Be out about two miles beyond the point at about nine o'clockto-morrow morning," the captain called to him, as Nat left. "That'sthe time I'll pass, and as close in as I can run."
"I'll be there waiting for you," promised Nat.
"Good luck!" called the pilot. "I hope you get him. That Bumstead isgetting to be as slippery as an eel."
"I'll get him, if he's there," declared the lad.
Then he hurried to the railroad station to get his ticket, for it wasafter ten o'clock, and the depot was some distance from the waterfront.
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