Part 25 (1/2)

”Not quite so good as last one. I know 'Frisco. Great time at China Joe's, you an' me,” murmured Black as he collapsed with his head upon the table. He was soon snoring heavily.

”Your climate has been too much for him,” one of the men declared, when the saloon-keeper came in. ”Say, hadn't you better help us heave him in some place where he can sleep, unless you'd prefer to keep him as an advertis.e.m.e.nt?”

Black was stored away with some difficulty, and two hours later he was wheeled on a baggage-truck into the station, where half the inhabitants of the settlement a.s.sembled to see him off. The big cars were already clanging down the track, when a tall man riding a lathered horse appeared among the scattered pines on the shoulder of the hill above the settlement. A bystander commented:

”Thurston's foreman coming round for some of his packages. As usual he's in an almighty hurry. That place is 'most as steep as a roof, and he's coming down it at a gallop.”

The prospectors glanced at each other, and one of them said, ”Lend me a hand, somebody, to heave our sick partner aboard.”

Black was unceremoniously deposited upon the platform of the nearest car, where he sat blinking vacantly at the a.s.sembly, while the conductor, leaning out from the door of the baggage-car, looked back towards the rider who was clattering through a dust cloud down the street, as he asked: ”Anybody else besides the tired man? Is that fellow yonder coming?”

”No,” answered the prospector. ”He's only wanting one of those cases you've just dumped out. Likes to fancy his time's precious. I know him.”

The conductor waved his hand, the big bell clanged, and the train had just rolled with a rattle over a trestle ahead, when Mattawa Tom, grimed with thick red dust, flung himself down beside the agent's office.

”Has a dark-faced thief in a plug hat with two holes in the top of it, gone out on the cars?” he shouted, and the spectators admitted that such a person boarded the train.

”Why didn't you come in two minutes earlier, Tom?” one of them inquired. ”He lit out with two strangers. Has he been stealing something?”

”He's been doing worse, and I'd have been in on time, but that I stopped ten minutes to help freighter Louis cut loose the two live oxen left him,” said the foreman, breathlessly. ”One wheel came off his wagon going down the Clearwater Trail, and the whole blame outfit pitched over into a ravine. There's several thousand dollars' worth of our boring machines smashed up, and Louis, who has pretty well split his head, is cussing the man who took the cotter out of his wheel hub.”

The two prospectors were heartily tired of their charge by the time they pa.s.sed him off as the sick employe of an American firm, at the nearest station to the Was.h.i.+ngton border. When Black showed signs of waking up he was soothed with medicated liquor, and his guardians, who several times had high words with the conductor, at last unloaded him in a station hewn out of the forests encircling Puget Sound, where they managed to hoist him into a spring wagon. Black leaned against one of the men, for he was feeling distressfully ill. His head throbbed, his vision was hazy and his throat was dry. Blinking down at the rows of wooden houses among the firs, and the tall spars of vessels behind them, he said: ”This isn't 'Frisco--not half big enough. Somebody made mistake somewhere. Say! Lemme out; I'm going back to the depot.”

”You're coming along with us,” was the decided answer. ”Sit down at once before we make you.”

Black slowly doubled up a still formidable fist, and grasping a rail, lurched to and fro unsteadily. ”Lemme out 'fore I kill somebody.

Claim rightsh of British citizensh,” he said.

”You'll get them if you're not careful,” was the threat, and the speaker jerked Black's feet from under him. ”I was told to remind you if you made trouble that a sheriff on this side of the frontier had some papers describing you. There's one or two patrolmen yonder handy.”

”It was an accident,” temporized Black, endeavoring to pull his scattered wits together.

”Juss so!” was the answer, given with a gesture of indifference. ”I was only told a name for the patrolmen, and to remind you that a man, who knows all about it, has got his eye on you.”

Black leered upon him with drunken cunning, then his face grew stolid, and he said nothing further until the wagon drew up in a by-street, before a door, hung across with quaint signboards of Chinese characters. The door opened and closed behind him when his companions knocked, and Black, who recognized a curious sour smell, choked out, ”Gimme long drink of ice watah!”

He drained the cool draught that was brought him, then flinging himself on a pile of matting in a corner of a dim room, sank forthwith into slumber. He had intended to pretend to sleep, but to lie awake and think. His custodians, however, had arranged things differently, and Black's wits were not working up to their usual power.

Whenever railroad extension or mining enterprise provided high wages for all strong enough to earn them and crews deserted wholesale, seamen were occasionally s.h.i.+pped in a very irregular fas.h.i.+on from the ports of the Pacific slope. At the time Black was brought into one of the seaboard cities, the purveying of drugged and kidnaped mariners had risen to be almost a recognized profession.

It accordingly happened that when the unfortunate Black first became clearly conscious of anything again, he heard the gurgle of sliding water close beside his head, and, opening his eyes, caught sight of a smoky lamp that reeled to and fro, in very erratic fas.h.i.+on. Moisture dripped from the beams above him, and there was a sickly smell which seemed familiar. Black, who had been to sea before, decided that he caught the aroma of bilge water. Rows of wooden shelves tenanted by rec.u.mbent figures, became discernible, and he started with dismay to the full recognition of the fact that he was in a vessel's forecastle.

Somebody or something was pounding upon the scuttle overhead. A black gap opened above him, a rush of cold night wind swept down, followed by a gruff order:

”Turn out, watch below, and help get sail upon her. Stir round before I put a move on to you!”

Men scrambled from the wooden shelves growling as they did so. Two lost their balance on the heaving floor, went down headlong, and lay where they fell. When a man in long boots floundered down the ladder, Black sat up in his bunk.

”Now there's going to be trouble. Some blame rascals have run me off aboard a lumber s.h.i.+p,” he said.