CHAPTER XVII.
MEG TO THE RESCUE
The last part of Mosey and Max Pooler's conversation would no doubt havegreatly interested Jack and Mont had they heard it, but the truth wasthat as soon as they saw the two men preparing to search the place, theyimmediately sought for some means to escape.
In one corner of the stateroom they found a small door leading by anarrow passage to what, for the want of a better name, may be termed theforecastle. Why it had been put there was not apparent--except,perhaps, to allow a direct communication between the captain and themen, but nevertheless, they used it, and when Max Pooler spoke sosharply to Mosey, the two in hiding had again regained the deck, and didnot hear the short quarrel that followed.
"Where to now?" asked Mont, "We can't stay here, that's certain."
"There is Meg with the boat!" exclaimed Jack, pointing down the shore."Wonder if we can get her to come alongside without them finding itout?"
"We can try," replied the young man, and taking out his handkerchief, hewaved it vigorously.
In an instant the young girl caught the signal, and came rowing up.
"Where are they?" she asked, anxiously.
"Down below," replied Jack in a whisper. "Don't make a noise or theywill hear you."
"All right. Jump in, both of you."
Mont and Jack were not slow in taking her advice. Both scrambled overthe rotten rail, and into the boat, which fortunately was rather roomy.
"Shall I take the oars?" asked the young machinist, who, though not anexpert, could still handle the oars fairly well.
"Nope. I can row better'n either of you. Off we go!" And with onequick stroke this slender girl sent the craft far out on the water.
Before she had time to take a dozen strokes Max Pooler appeared upon thedeck closely followed by Mosey.
The surprise was great on both sides, and for an instant nothing wassaid or done.
"Come back, Meg!" called out Max Pooler, rushing to the rail as soon ashe had recovered from his astonishment. "Come back, or it will be theworse for you!"
"I'm goin' to row 'em over to the shore," replied the young girl. "It'sjust what I started to do."
The master of the island stamped his foot in rage. "You little good fornothing! Bring that boat back without another word!"
Meg continued to row without replying.
"Do you intend to mind me?" screamed Max Pooler. "If you don't, as sureas I live I'll shoot you!" and he drew up his gun as he spoke.
"Hold up!" shouted Mont, fearful of harm coming to the girl. "We'llcome aboard."
"No we won't!" put in Meg, with a strong show of spirit, "I said I'dtake you to the mainland, and I'll keep my word, shootin' or noshootin'!"
Max Pooler pulled back the hammer of the gun he carried. Seeing theaction Jack jumped up and placed himself directly in front of the girl.
"Thanks," said Meg. "It's mighty good of you to try to save me, but Idon't want you to run such a risk. I've got to have it out with himsooner or later, and now is as good a time as any," and she placedherself again in range.
"Did you hear what I said?" called Max Pooler, leaning over to makehimself heard: "I'll give you just five seconds to turn that----"
Crack!
As I have stated, the guardrail on the yacht was rotten, and under theunusual weight, it gave way with a crash.
Splash!
The miser of the island had lost his balance, and after vainly clutchingthe air to save himself, had floundered into the water and mud below!
THE MISER OF THE ISLAND HAD LOST HIS BALANCE, AND AFTERVAINLY CLUTCHING THE AIR TO SAVE HIMSELF, HAD FLOUNDERED INTO THE WATERAND MUD BELOW.]
"Hello!" exclaimed Jack. "There's an accident that's lucky for us."
"He'll have all he can do to take care of himself," remarked Mont.
"Serves him right," put in Meg, with a laugh. She had not taken thewhole affair very seriously. "Maybe it'll cool his blood."
The three saw Mosey rush to Max Pooler's assistance, and then, withoutwaiting to see the outcome of the mishap, the girl again bent to theoars, and sent the boat flying onward.
"What do you intend to do?" asked Jack of Meg, as they neared the shore."You can't very well go back. I'll help you if I can."
"I don't know," replied the young girl, in perplexity. "I've had enoughof life over there."
"Suppose you go over to Farmer Farrell's with us, I think he will boardyou for a few days anyway, and in the meantime you can find out what'sbest to do."
"I ain't got no money."
"We'll make that all right," replied the young machinist. "But didn'tPooler ever pay you anything?"
"Pay me? Don't catch him giving out a cent if he can help it. All Igot was these duds--'em as was left when his wife died."
"Not much, certainly," put in Mont, surveying the tattered and patcheddress.
"Other folks earn money, and I guess I can, too, if I try," continuedMeg, as she ran the boat up the accustomed beaching place.
"Certainly you can," declared Jack.
"And have a better living than you had at the island," added the youngman.
It was growing dusk when they stepped ashore. Meg tied the boat fast andleft the oars on the seats, certain that the craft would not remainuncalled for long.
It was but a short walk to Farmer Farrell's place. They found himdriving home the cows, and on the doorstep, joined by his wife, the twohonest people listened to what Jack and Mont had to say about themselvesand Meg.
The girl stood in the background, much of her former shyness havingreturned. At the conclusion of the tale, Mrs. Farrell took her handwarmly.
"Poor child! you've had a hard time of it, truly!" she said, "But yousha'n't have any more trouble--at least, not for the present, eh,father?"
"No, we can keep her easily enough," replied her husband. "You wanthelp, Martha, summer coming on, with all the extra work."
"And we'll pay you, too," continued Mrs. Farrell.
"Oh, thank you!" exclaimed Meg. "You 're real kind. Maybe I can't dothings just right, but I guess I can learn, and you needn't give me acent till I do."
"Then, that's settled," said Jack, somewhat pleased at having the matterso easily arranged.
"If only Pooler don't make me go back."
"You say you're no relation of his?" asked Mont.
"Not's I know. He always called me a picked-up."
"Then just let him try it," put in Farmer Farrell, grimly. "I know theman well. He pretends to own Blackbird Island, but he hain't got nomore title 'n I have."
"And maybe I can get you a few dresses from my sister, and----" beganJack.
"Well, there, by Jinks!" exclaimed Farmer Farrell, jumping up from thestep upon which he had been sitting. "I almost forgot it, being sointerested in your story. Your sister was here looking for you."
"Deb!" Jack was indeed astonished, and so was Mont. "What did she wanthere? Looking for me?"
"Yes; she's had a terrible time. Your model's stolen, and she's beenput out of the house for not paying the rent."
The news startled the young machinist. In the excitement he hadforgotten all about Mr. Hammerby and the quit notice.
"Did she say where she had moved to?" he asked anxiously.
"No, she was in too much of a hurry. She was frightened half to deathon account of your being missing."
"No doubt of it. Poor Deb! Her troubles are as bad as ours," remarkedMont.
"Which way did she go?" was the young machinist's question.
"Toward home again," said Farrell; "I wanted her to stay the worst waywhen I found out who she was, but she wouldn't think of it."
"Maybe we can overtake her," suggested Mont.
"We'll try, anyway," returned Jack.
He was much worried over the fact that Deb had been compelled to vacatethe old home; and then he suddenly remembered that all of his money hadbeen stolen by Corrigan.
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bsp; "Without a home and without money," he thought dismally. "Well, thankGod, my life has been spared, and, as Deb said, 'maybe it will all comeout right in the end.'"
Yet his heart was by no means light, as Mont and he set out for Corney.