CHAPTER XVII
THE BLOW IN THE DARK
THEY had passed out through Lake St. Clair as eight bells rang out.Steve relinquished the wheel to the next watch and bidding good night tothe captain started back toward his quarters.
The lad made his way back over the deck, strolling slowly along,enjoying the night and thinking over the events of the evening. As hereached the after deck-house he halted, leaning against it lookingforward and watching the gentle rising and falling of the upper worksforward.
"It is almost fascinating enough to make one want to spend his life onboard a ship," mused the Iron Boy. "Well, I must turn in. I----"
He did not finish what he was about to say. A crushing blow was dealthim on the back of the head, coming from the deep shadows on thestarboard side of the after deck-house.
Steve staggered forward, then fell face downward on the steel deck ofthe "Richmond."
Sailors found him there, half an hour later, unconscious. No one knewwhat had happened. The captain was notified at once and he, after anexamination of the boy, decided that Steve had fallen against a steelhatch and had given his head a severe bump. They worked over the lad fornearly an hour before getting him back to consciousness. He had been putto bed, and Bob was detailed to sit by and watch his companion, which hedid with solemn face. Steve fell into a deep sleep from which he did notfully awaken until morning.
He was lame and sore from head to feet. Bob was asleep on the edge ofthe berth and the ship was rolling heavily. Without waking hiscompanion, Rush got up after much effort, dressed himself, and,supporting himself by keeping his hands on the woodwork, made his wayoutside. Day was just breaking.
Steve leaned against the deck-house in the same position that he hadbeen occupying on the previous night when he was struck.
The captain, at that juncture, came along on his way to breakfast.
"Hello, Rush," he greeted, halting. "How do you feel?"
"All knocked out."
"That's too bad. Come in and have some breakfast. You will feel betterafter that."
"I do not think I want any breakfast, sir."
"Pshaw! Come along. By the way, you had a nasty fall last night, didn'tyou?"
"I should say I did."
"How did you happen to slip?"
"I didn't slip, captain."
"You didn't?"
"No, sir."
"Then how did you happen to crack your head on a hatch cover?"
"How was I lying when you found me?"
"They said you were lying on your face."
"If that was the case, I couldn't very well have bumped the back of myhead on a hatch cover, could I?"
"That had not occurred to me before. See here, didn't you lose yourbalance or stumble and fall?"
"I fell, but it was through no fault of my own."
"Will you tell me what did happen?" questioned the captain with apuzzled expression on his face.
"I think I was struck," answered Rush calmly.
"Knocked down?"
"Yes, sir."
"Impossible! Who--what----?"
"I do not know any more about it than you do, sir. I was standing herejust as I am now, when I got a terrible blow on the back of my head. Ididn't know it was a blow then, but as I think it over I remember verywell. Everything grew dark about me. The next I knew I was in my cabin,with you and Jarvis working over me."
"What you are telling me is a very serious matter, Rush."
"It was serious enough for me at the time."
"Who was on the deck at the time?"
"No one, so far as I observed."
"But, it would have been impossible for any one to approach close enoughto hit you, without your either hearing or seeing him."
"It would seem so. Yet the fact remains that I was hit. It takesconsiderable to knock me out, sir, but I got enough last night."
"Do you suspect any one?"
"Not a person. I cannot understand it at all."
"Well, you just keep your eyes open. If you find out who struck thatdastardly blow I'll deal severely with him. He won't be in condition tostrike any one else for some time to come."
"I think I shall be able to take care of the man myself when I meet himand know him," replied the lad, with a faint smile. "I shall report forduty on time this morning, so please do not put any one in my place."
"Very well; perhaps it will do you good to be busy. Well, I'm going tobreakfast. Let me know if you get a line on this mystery."
Steve did not answer. He stood leaning against the after deck-house,thinking. Finally he turned with a sigh intending to go forward. As hedid so a man came out of the stokers' dining room and started to gobelow. Rush halted sharply.
"Hello, Smith," he said. "When did you come aboard the 'Richmond'?"
"When did you think I came aboard?"
"That's what I am asking you."
"Mebby I'm a fish and swam out," answered the stoker. Smith was the manwith whom Steve had had the trouble on the first disastrous cruise.
"I shouldn't be surprised. You are equal to most anything that's out ofthe ordinary. Where were you last night?"
"Stoking from six to twelve--eight bells. But----" Smith checkedhimself.
"So you came off at twelve, eh?"
"I did. But how's that your business?"
"Perhaps it may be my business. At least, I am going to make it mybusiness."
"See here, young feller, be you trying to pick a row with me?"
"No; one doesn't have to pick a quarrel with you. You're alwaysquarreling. If I wanted to have a fight with you all I should have to dowould be to look at you and the fight would be on. I'm looking at younow, Smith."
The stoker uttered a half-suppressed growl of anger, started toward theIron Boy, then halted, opening and closing his fingers nervously.
"I'll--I'll----"
"Out with it. You will feel better after you have said it," urged Stevein an encouraging voice.
"I'll break your blasted head for you----"
Smith made a jump for the Iron Boy.
Steve stepped lightly to one side, putting out his foot as the stokershot by him. Smith's head hit the edge of a hatch, then he sprawledforward on the deck.
"So you're the fellow who gave me that blow in the dark last night, areyou?" demanded the lad in a stern voice.
"I--I'll kill you for this!" roared the stoker, raising a vengeful faceto the Iron Boy.
"You'll do it some dark night, then. You haven't the courage to face aman in broad daylight and meet him man to man--no; I won't put it thatway, for you are no man. You're just a common tough, that's what youare. Now get up and take your medicine, for you're going to get awalloping that ought to last you longer than the hose bath did."
Smith sprang to his feet and rushed at his young antagonist. He did notreach Steve, however. The fellow suddenly received a blow under the earthat sent him spinning and tumbling over among the hatches that extendedabove the deck some two feet at their highest point.
But Steve had not delivered the blow. He had not even raised his hands,though he was standing in position ready to meet the charge of the toughstoker.
"Get up, you hound!" roared Captain Simms.
It was he who had delivered the blow. He had emerged from the mess roomjust in time to see the stoker's enraged face over Steve Rush'sshoulder. The captain understood instantly what Smith was about to do.The skipper took two quick strides forward and his powerful fist smotethe other man a terrific blow.
The stoker leaped to his feet and went for the captain, now enragedbeyond all control. But he had reckoned without his man. The skipperknocked the angry stoker down almost before the latter could raise hisfists.
"Never mind, Captain; I can take care of him," urged Steve.
"Stand back! This is my circus. What was he going to hit you for?"
"I was to blame. I goaded him into it. I----"
"Wait a minute. He hasn't got enough yet. He's coming for me."
The
captain suspended conversation long enough to give Smith a right andleft swing on either side of the head that sent the fellow to the deckwith all the fight knocked out of him, and which put him out of businessfor the next ten minutes.
Captain Simms turned calmly to Rush.
"Now, what was it you were saying, my lad?"
Rush could not repress a smile.
"Nothing very much. You know Smith and myself had some trouble on thelast cruise?"
"Yes, I remember."
"He never has gotten over being angry at me. He began sayingdisagreeable things to me, and I suppose I helped the matter along bytantalizing him. I was as much to blame as Smith was. But--but I'm sorryyou didn't let me give him what he was spoiling for."
"He got it, that's all that is necessary," growled the master. "Seehere, Rush, he isn't the fellow who hit you last night, is he?" demandedthe captain suddenly, shooting a quick, suspicious glance into the faceof the Iron Boy.
"I didn't see who hit me," answered Steve, truthfully even if somewhatevasively.
"Call the first mate!"
Rush did so.
"Put that man in irons and keep him on bread and water until he is readyto go to work and mind his own business. I've half a notion to turn himover to the authorities for mutiny," said the skipper reflectively.
"Don't you think he has had punishment enough, sir?" urged Steve.
"Yes, I suppose he has at that. Iron him, Major. It will do him good."
The stoker woke up just as the steel bracelets were being snapped on hiswrists. Protesting and threatening, he was dragged to the lazaret, wherehe was destined to remain for the next twenty-four hours in solitaryconfinement, with nothing more substantial to live on than bread andwater.
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