Harvey, blinking and drowsy, did as he was ordered. Escorted by the mate, he went out into the drizzle on deck. It was almost like an unpleasant night-mare, the act of stumbling down into the boat, the short, pitching ride in the rainy night. Then, all at once, the side of the other vessel loomed up. Another moment, Harvey found himself lifted roughly aboard, and, before he knew hardly what had happened, the rowboat was going away and leaving him.

"Here!" he cried, thoroughly frightened. "What are you doing? What are you leaving me here for? This isn't ash.o.r.e. Here, you, keep your hands off me."

But there was no hope for Jack Harvey. In the grasp of two stalwart sailors, seeing in a flash the truth of what had befallen him, knowing, all too late, that he had been tricked and trapped aboard a strange vessel, he found himself dragged across the deck. He was half carried, half thrown down the companion-way. He found himself in a stuffy, ill-smelling forecastle, not much bigger than a good sized dog-kennel. It was already crowded with men; but there, by lying at close quarters with this forsaken lot of humanity, he might sleep out the rest of the night, if he could.

And thus Jack Harvey was to begin his adventures aboard Hamilton Haley's bug-eye. Nor would it matter, as he should find, that the satchel containing the articles which had occasioned so much hilarity on the part of young Mr. Jenkins, had been left behind, in the confusion. Jack Harvey surely would not need them aboard the Z. B. Brandt.

CHAPTER IV ABOARD THE BUG-EYE

Jack Harvey stood at the foot of the short ladder leading down into the forecastle, looking anxiously about him. A boat-lantern, wired for protection in handling, hung by the bulkhead, affording a gloomy view of the place. Harvey had, in the course of much roughing it, lived at times in tents, in log cabins, and in odd sorts of shacks, and slept in the cabins of the fishing boats of Samoset Bay in Maine. But never in all his experience had he found himself in such dismal, cramped and forbidding quarters as these.

On either side of the forecastle nearest the ladder was a narrow, shallow bunk, raised a little above the floor, sufficient to tuck a few odds and ends of clothing under; directly above each was a similar bunk, of equal dimensions. All four of these had scarcely any head-room at all-an arrangement whereby one, springing quickly up into a sitting posture, would give his head such a b.u.mp as would remind him unpleasantly of the economy of s.p.a.ce.

In the lower of these bunks there now lay two men, at least asleep if not resting. They breathed heavily, moaning as though in some unnatural condition of slumber. It was evident to Harvey that they were under the influence of something like a drug; and the recollection flashed through his mind of the offer of young Mr. Jenkins in the cabin of the schooner-which he had fortunately refused. If he were, indeed, a captive, he was at least in no such senseless condition as these men.

The upper bunks held two more occupants. These two slept quietly, even through the disturbance that had been made so recently. Perhaps they were not unused to such occurrences. It was apparent they were sailors, and their sleep was natural. In all likelihood, the two lower bunks had been left vacant for new recruits, the old seamen taking the upper ones.

All this Jack Harvey took in with a few quick glances. What he saw next gave him something of a start.

Forward of the four bunks described were yet two others, the s.p.a.ce in the forecastle being arranged "to sleep" six men. These bunks were, if such a thing could be possible, even less comfortable than the others. Curving with the lines of the bows of the vessel, they had scarce length enough for a good sized man to stretch out in. In part compensation for which, however, there being no upper bunks, there was head-room enough so that one could sit upright with some degree of comfort.

In the starboard bunk there sat a man, huddled up, with one arm bracing him from behind, and a hand, clutching one knee. He was staring at the new-comer Harvey, with a look of abject despair.

Harvey, surprised and startled to find himself thus confronting someone who was clearly in his proper senses, returned the man's gaze, and the two stared wonderingly at each other for a moment, in silence.

With a groan, the man swung himself down to the floor and advanced a step.

"Hullo," he said, "how in the d.i.c.kens did they get you?"

"Same to you," said Harvey, by way of reply. He had, at the sight of this companion in misery, regained his composure a little. Unconsciously, the fact that here was someone with whom he could share misfortune had raised his courage. For Harvey had taken in the appearance of the man at once.

He was well dressed. His clothes were of fine material and of a stylish cut-albeit they were wrinkled and dusty from his recent experiences. A torn place in the sleeve of his coat told, too, of the rough handling he had received. His collar was crumpled and wilted, his tie disarranged. A derby hat that he had worn lay now on the floor, in one corner, with the crown broken. On the little finger of his left hand he wore a ring.

Instinctively, Jack Harvey and the stranger extended arms and grasped hands, with the warmth of sudden friendship born of mutual sympathy.

"Well, I'll be hanged, if they're not a lot of scoundrels!" exclaimed the man, surveying Harvey with astonishment. "Why, you're only a boy. How on earth did they get you? Didn't drug your drink, did they?"

"No, I don't drink," said Harvey. "I signed for a cruise, all right, but not on this craft. I signed to go a month on that schooner that brought me down. Cracky, but it looks as though I'd made a mess of it. A chap named Jenkins got me into this-"

"Jenkins!" cried the man, bursting out in a fury. "Jenkins, was it? Slim, oily chap, flashy waistcoat and sailor tie?"

Harvey nodded.

The man clenched his fist and raised it above his head.

"Told you he was going to Johns Hopkins when he earned the money-nice family but poor-and all that sort of rot?"

"That's the chap," said Harvey.

The man dropped his fist, put out a hand to Harvey, and they shook once more. The man's face relaxed into a grim smile.

"Well, I'm another Jenkins recruit," he said. "I'm an idiot, an a.s.s, anything you're a-mind to call me. There's some excuse for you-but me, a man that's travelled from one end of this United States to the other, and met every kind of a sharper between New York and San Francisco-to get caught in a sc.r.a.pe like this!"

"Why, then your name is not Tom Saunders," exclaimed Harvey, who now recognized in his new acquaintance the man he had seen struggling with the men of the schooner. "They said you were a sailor." The man made a gesture of disgust. "I hate the very smell of the salt water!" he cried.

There was a small sea chest next to the bulk-head at the forward end of the forecastle, and Harvey and the stranger seated themselves on it. The man relapsed for a moment into silence, his elbows on his knees, his face buried in his hands. Then, all of a sudden, he sat erect, and beat his fist down upon one knee.

"This ends it!" he cried, earnestly. "Never again as long as I live and breathe."

Harvey stared at him in surprise.

"I mean the drink," cried the man, excitedly. "Mind what I say, and I mean it. Never another drink as long as I live. I've said, before, that I'd stop it, but this ends it. Say, what's your name, anyway?"

"Jack Harvey."

"Well, my name's Edwards-Tom Edwards. Now look here, Harvey, I mean what I say; if you ever see Tom Edwards try to take another drink, you just walk up and hit him the hardest knock you can give him. See?"

Harvey laughed, in spite of the other's earnestness.

"I won't have any chance for some time, by the looks of things," he said.

"You won't need to sign any pledge this month. I reckon there's no saloon aboard this vessel."

"I'm glad of it," exclaimed Edwards. "I wouldn't walk into one now, if they were giving the stuff away. Look what it's got me into. Say, how did our Johns Hopkins friend catch you?"

Harvey quickly narrated the events that had followed the departure of his parents for Europe, and the meeting with young Mr. Jenkins. Mr. Edwards, listening with astonishment, eyed him with keenest interest.

"That's it," he exclaimed, as Harvey recounted the engaging manner in which Jenkins had a.s.sured him he would return in one short month, with a nautical experience that should make him the envy of his boy companions; "put it in fancy style, didn't he? Regular Tom Bowline romance, and all that sort of thing, eh?"

Mr. Edwards's eyes twinkled, and he was half smiling, in spite of himself.

"Well," he continued, noting Harvey's athletic figure, "I guess you can stand a month of it, all right, and no great hurt to you. And, what's best, your folks won't worry. But I tell you, Harvey, it's going to be tough on me, if I can't force this bandit to set me ash.o.r.e again. I'm in an awful sc.r.a.pe. My business house will think I've been murdered, or have run away-I don't know what. And when it comes to work, if we have much of that to do, I don't know how I'm going to stand it. You see, my firm pays my expenses, and I'm used to putting up at the best hotels and living high. So, I'm fat and lazy. Billiards is about my hardest exercise, and my hands are as soft as a woman's. See here."

Mr. Edwards stretched out two somewhat unsteady hands, palms upward; then slapped them down upon his knees. As he did so, he uttered a cry of dismay and sprang to his feet, sticking out his little finger and staring at it ruefully.

"The thieves!" he cried, angrily. "The cowardly thieves! See that ring?

They've got the diamond out of it. Worth two hundred dollars, if 'twas worth a cent. They couldn't get the ring off, without cutting it, and I suppose they couldn't do that easily; so they've just pried out the stone."

Harvey looked at the hand which Edwards extended. The setting of the costly ring had, indeed, been roughly forced, and the stone it had contained, extracted.

"I wouldn't care so much," said Edwards, "if it hadn't been a gift from the men in the store." Impulsively, he turned to Harvey and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Say, Harvey," he exclaimed, "when you and I get ash.o.r.e again-if we ever do-we'll go and hunt up this young Mr. Jenkins."

"All right," replied Harvey; "but it may not be quite so bad as you think. We'll get through some way, I guess."