第 18 节
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us over a bit out of our course; but if the fog lifts right now; as
it is going to lift; you'll find we're not more than a thousand
miles off McNear's Landing。〃
〃You might be a little more definite by a few miles; anyway;〃 Neil
grumbled; showing by his tone that he disagreed。
〃All right; then;〃 Charley said; conclusively; 〃not less than a
quarter of a mile; not more than a half。〃
The wind freshened with a couple of little puffs; and the fog
thinned perceptibly。
〃McNear's is right off there;〃 Charley said; pointing directly into
the fog on our weather beam。
The three of us were peering intently in that direction; when the
Reindeer struck with a dull crash and came to a standstill。 We ran
forward; and found her bowsprit entangled in the tanned rigging of
a short; chunky mast。 She had collided; head on; with a Chinese
junk lying at anchor。
At the moment we arrived forward; five Chinese; like so many bees;
came swarming out of the little 'tween…decks cabin; the sleep still
in their eyes。
Leading them came a big; muscular man; conspicuous for his pock…
marked face and the yellow silk handkerchief swathed about his
head。 It was Yellow Handkerchief; the Chinaman whom we had
arrested for illegal shrimp…fishing the year before; and who; at
that time; had nearly sunk the Reindeer; as he had nearly sunk it
now by violating the rules of navigation。
〃What d'ye mean; you yellow…faced heathen; lying here in a fairway
without a horn a…going?〃 Charley cried hotly。
〃Mean?〃 Neil calmly answered。 〃Just take a look … that's what he
means。〃
Our eyes followed the direction indicated by Neil's finger; and we
saw the open amidships of the junk; half filled; as we found on
closer examination; with fresh…caught shrimps。 Mingled with the
shrimps were myriads of small fish; from a quarter of an inch
upward in size。
Yellow Handkerchief had lifted the trap…net at high…water slack;
and; taking advantage of the concealment offered by the fog; had
boldly been lying by; waiting to lift the net again at low…water
slack。
〃Well;〃 Neil hummed and hawed; 〃in all my varied and extensive
experience as a fish patrolman; I must say this is the easiest
capture I ever made。 What'll we do with them; Charley?〃
〃Tow the junk into San Rafael; of course;〃 came the answer。
Charley turned to me。 〃You stand by the junk; lad; and I'll pass
you a towing line。 If the wind doesn't fail us; we'll make the
creek before the tide gets too low; sleep at San Rafael; and arrive
in Oakland to…morrow by midday。〃
So saying; Charley and Neil returned to the Reindeer and got under
way; the junk towing astern。 I went aft and took charge of the
prize; steering by means of an antiquated tiller and a rudder with
large; diamond…shaped holes; through which the water rushed back
and forth。
By now the last of the fog had vanished; and Charley's estimate of
our position was confirmed by the sight of McNear's Landing a short
half…mile away。 Following along the west shore; we rounded Point
Pedro in plain view of the Chinese shrimp villages; and a great to…
do was raised when they saw one of their junks towing behind the
familiar fish patrol sloop。
The wind; coming off the land; was rather puffy and uncertain; and
it would have been more to our advantage had it been stronger。 San
Rafael Creek; up which we had to go to reach the town and turn over
our prisoners to the authorities; ran through wide…stretching
marshes; and was difficult to navigate on a falling tide; while at
low tide it was impossible to navigate at all。 So; with the tide
already half…ebbed; it was necessary for us to make time。 This the
heavy junk prevented; lumbering along behind and holding the
Reindeer back by just so much dead weight。
〃Tell those coolies to get up that sail;〃 Charley finally called to
me。 〃We don't want to hang up on the mud flats for the rest of the
night。〃
I repeated the order to Yellow Handkerchief; who mumbled it huskily
to his men。 He was suffering from a bad cold; which doubled him up
in convulsive coughing spells and made his eyes heavy and
bloodshot。 This made him more evil…looking than ever; and when he
glared viciously at me I remembered with a shiver the close shave I
had had with him at the time of his previous arrest。
His crew sullenly tailed on to the halyards; and the strange;
outlandish sail; lateen in rig and dyed a warm brown; rose in the
air。 We were sailing on the wind; and when Yellow Handkerchief
flattened down the sheet the junk forged ahead and the tow…line
went slack。 Fast as the Reindeer could sail; the junk outsailed
her; and to avoid running her down I hauled a little closer on the
wind。 But the junk likewise outpointed; and in a couple of minutes
I was abreast of the Reindeer and to windward。 The tow…line had
now tautened; at right angles to the two boats; and the predicament
was laughable。
〃Cast off!〃 I shouted。
Charley hesitated。
〃It's all right;〃 I added。 〃Nothing can happen。 We'll make the
creek on this tack; and you'll be right behind me all the way up to
San Rafael。〃
At this Charley cast off; and Yellow Handkerchief sent one of his
men forward to haul in the line。 In the gathering darkness I could
just make out the mouth of San Rafael Creek; and by the time we
entered it I could barely see its banks。 The Reindeer was fully
five minutes astern; and we continued to leave her astern as we
beat up the narrow; winding channel。 With Charley behind us; it
seemed I had little to fear from my five prisoners; but the
darkness prevented my keeping a sharp eye on them; so I transferred
my revolver from my trousers pocket to the side pocket of my coat;
where I could more quickly put my hand on it。
Yellow Handkerchief was the one I feared; and that he knew it and
made use of it; subsequent events will show。 He was sitting a few
feet away from me; on what then happened to be the weather side of
the junk。 I could scarcely see the outlines of his form; but I
soon became convinced that he was slowly; very slowly; edging
closer to me。 I watched him carefully。 Steering with my left
hand; I slipped my right into my pocket and got hold of the
revolver。
I saw him shift along for a couple of inches; and I was just about
to order him back … the words were trembling on the tip of my
tongue … when I was struck with great force by a heavy figure that
had leaped through the air upon me from the lee side。 It was one
of the crew。 He pinioned my right arm so that I could not withdraw
my hand from my pocket; and at the same time clapped his other hand
over my mouth。 Of course; I could have struggled away from him and
freed my hand or gotten my mouth clear so that I might cry an
alarm; but in a trice Yellow Handkerchief was on top of me。
I struggled around to no purpose in the bottom of the junk; while
my legs and arms were tied and my mouth securely bound in what I
afterward found to be a cotton shirt。 Then I was left lying in the
bottom。 Yellow Handkerchief took the tiller; issuing his orders in
whispers; and from our position at the time; and from the
alteration of the sail; which I could dimly make out above me as a
blot against the stars; I knew the junk was being headed into the
mouth of a small slough which emptied at that point into San Rafael
Creek。
In a couple of minutes we ran softly alongside the bank; and the
sail was silently lowered。 The Chinese kept very quiet。 Yellow
Handkerchief sat down in the bottom alongside of me; and I could
feel him straining to repress his raspy; hacking cough。 Possibly
seven or eight minutes later I heard Charley's voice as the
Reindeer went past the mouth of the slough。
〃I can't tell you how relieved I am;〃 I could plainly hear him
saying to Neil; 〃that the lad has finished with the fish patrol
without accident。〃
Here Neil said something which I could not catch; and then
Charley's voice went on:
〃The youngster takes naturally to the water; and if; when he
finishes high school; he takes a course in navigation and goes deep
sea; I see no reason why he shouldn't rise to be master of the
finest and biggest ship afloat。〃
It was all very flattering to me; but lying there; bound and gagged
by my own prisoners; with the voices growing faint and fainter as
the Reindeer slipped on through the darkness toward San Rafael; I
must say I was not in quite the proper situation to enjoy my
smiling future。 With the Reindeer went my last hope。 What was to
happen next I could not imagine; for the Chinese were a different
race from mine; and from what I knew I was confident that fair play
was no part of their make…up。
After waiting a few minutes longer; the crew hoisted the lateen
sail; and Yellow Handkerchief steered down toward the mouth of San
Rafael Creek。 The tide was getting lower; and he had