Wizard Will, the Wonder Worker

by Herbert Strang

  CHAPTER XIV.--WILL PLAYS HIS LITTLE GAME.

  Lying in his little bunk, which was an upper one, Will Raymond did notgo to sleep.

  He saw the men drop off one by one, from their card playing, he watchedthe last one up draw on the ropes, to raise the skylights and let inmore air, and, as he came to the one near him, he feared he was going tosee if he was asleep, so he closed his eyes and breathed hard.

  But the man drew on the rope, that raised the skylight, some ten feetabove Will's head, and then putting out the lamp he went to bed.

  Still gazing upward Will saw the stars fade from view, and the skylightsrattled, showing that the clouds had obscured the sky and a wind wasspringing up.

  Until all seemed to be asleep, Will lay quiet as a mouse; then he bentover the edge of his bunk and looked about him.

  Raising himself then to a kneeling posture, he saw that the ladder,before referred to as going up to a skylight, was right by the foot ofhis berth.

  Softly he arose, grasped one of the rounds and drew himself up.

  Without the slightest sound he ascended the ladder, crept up through theskylight and found himself upon the peak of the high roof.

  Standing up he glanced about him, and his eye fell upon nothing butroofs.

  He saw that the building on which he stood ran back some distance fromthe street, was very high, narrow, and ended fifty feet away in a largechimney.

  On each side of the sharp roof were slats, a foot from the top,evidently placed there to serve as foot guards in a walk toward thechimney.

  The clouds, black as night, were now flying low, and skurrying alongbefore an approaching storm. The lightning came in vivid flashes, and itwas enough to appall the heart of a seaman, there on that high perch,where the slightest misstep would hurl him to death, the tremour of anerve would dash him to his doom.

  But there was death behind him, sure, and a struggle against deathbefore him, with chances of the boy's triumph, so he held on in hisdetermination to escape.

  He knew that the men had placed those slats along the roof for somepurpose, and that there was a way to escape from the roof he did notdoubt, so he determined to find it.

  With the bundle at his back, tied with a string about his waist,bare-headed, bare-footed, jacketless, the brave boy stood on thedangerous perch, to return to the outlaw band certain death, to advancea chance for life, while the lightning fairly blinded him, with itsvividness.

  Step by step the boy advanced toward the chimney, for he dared not tarrythere long, as any moment the storm might awaken the Land Sharks, asWill had heard the band speak of themselves, and, if missed, he would bepursued and taken.

  But he had arranged his bedding so as to look like a form in his berth,and placed his jacket, shoes and hat so as to be seen, if he wassuspected, which he did not believe.

  As he took the first step the rain began to descend in torrents, and asound behind him caused him to turn his head quickly.

  He saw that the skylights were being lowered by someone in the room andhe breathed more freely as he felt that he had not been discovered.

  But the rain driving into his face, blinded him, as he had no hat toshelter his eyes, and the slats and roof being wet, rendered hisposition far more perilous.

  But on he went, step by step, until he reached the chimney. It wasbreast high to him, and he noticed that it was very large.

  From there down to the ground was a long way, and he saw no means ofdescending.

  Perhaps upon the other side there was a ladder, he thought, and again itcame to his mind that the men might have a rope ladder to bring withthem.

  If this was the case he was doomed, and, the thought in spite of thedriving cold rain made him break out into a dense perspiration.

  Leaping upon the chimney, for his experience as an amateur sailor hadhelped him, and he had often gone on board ships at the wharf andascended to the highest point he could reach, he gazed over the side ofthe brickwork to see if there was aught to aid his descent.

  But he saw that the roof was even with the chimney, so no ladder couldgo down it.

  "They must hook a rope-ladder into the chimney in some way," hemuttered, and he ran his hand around inside to find the hook, determinedto tear his clothing in strips and make a rope, so that he might escape.

  "Ah!" he said, as his hand touched a piece of iron.

  "_A ladder inside_," he cried, joyously, as he felt rods of iron goingdown as far as he could reach. Instantly he lowered himself into thechimney and commenced the descent.

  Feeling with his feet he found the rods, two feet apart, and down hewent into the gloom.

  One thing was certain, the chimney was not used as a smoke-conductor,for there was no soot in it. Down, down he went into the darkness, onlya shadowy light showing the opening in the top of the chimney.

  He had counted twenty rods, and so knew that he must have descended someforty feet.

  Then his feet touched bottom, and turning, he saw the glimmer of a lightthrough a crack.

  Stooping, he gazed through the crack and looked out into a room dimlylighted, the gas being turned down low.

  He saw that a fire-board hid the open chimney in which he stood, andmoving it out he beheld the interior of the room distinctly.

  There were two windows, one on either side of the fire-place, and heheard the wind rattling the sashes furiously, and the rain patteringviciously against the panes of glass.

  There was a stove before him, but it was evidently there for show, asthe smoke-stack entered the chimney, yet no soot was in it, which provedthat a fire could not have been lighted in it.

  A table with books on it, some pictures on the walls, a clothes-press,and over on one side of a door was a bed, while horrors! _there was aman in it!_

  The occupant of the bed was asleep, that was certain, his face turnedtoward the wall, as Will could see by the dimly-burning gas-jet over thetable.

  To escape, the boy saw that his only chance was to get out of hishiding-place, cross the room, unlock the door, and thus get out; butwhen out of the room would he be free?

  This was the startling question he asked himself, as he grasped thefireguard to push it one side, determined to at once make the venture,for he did not know at what moment he might find a pursuer coming downthe chimney on his track.