_ CHAPTER XXXV
Having laid out the scoundrel, Vance bid the fellow follow, and taking him to Ludlow Street he left him in charge.
On the way to the jail the man begged like a trooper to be released, plead that he was only joking, and that he was really only a "crank," but the detective's invariable reply was:
"I know you and until you 'open up' and tell who employed you to 'shadow' me, you will be kept close."
Our hero learned from the incident the terrible risks that threatened him, and he determined to be even more careful.
It was midnight when Spencer Vance arrived on the coast. He had crossed the bay alone to the outer coast and proceeded toward the cabin of old Tom Pearce.
It was a windy, rainy night, and as disagreeable as could be, and, indeed, it was desolate enough without the roar of the breakers as they lashed themselves upon the beach.
The detective was proceeding along when he was suddenly summoned to a halt.
The detective at once suspected trouble, and his ready hand went to his pocket as a man covered with a rubber coat and slouch hat approached.
"Good-evening, stranger," said the man in the rubber coat.
"Good-evening," was the response.
"Are you acquainted around here"
"Well, I should say I was a little."
"Do you know a fisherman around here by the name of Pearce?"
"What do you want of Mr. Pearce?"
"Ah, you know him!"
"I haven't said so."
"But you do."
"Mebbe I do."
"Will you guide me to his house?"
"I don't know whether I will or not."
"I will pay you for your time."
"You will?"
"Yes."
"Where did you come from, stranger?"
"That's my business."
"Is it? Well, it's my business not to guide you to Tom Pearce's cottage."
"Hang it, you are a surly lot around here."
"You are a surly lot yourself."
"I only wish to be guided to a man's cabin."
"Well, if you would give a little information you might receive in return a great deal more."
"You cannot expect a stranger to tell his business to every man he meets."
"No; but will you tell me how long you have been on the coast?"
"Why do you ask?"
"As a good Samaritan."
"I do not understand you, neighbor."
"I wish to discover whether or not you are stranger around here."
"What difference does that make?"
"It might make considerable."
"How?"
"This is a dangerous place for strangers just now."
"Why?"
"The people around here are not taking well to strangers. They entertained one lately, and he got them into a great deal of trouble."
"How so?"
"He proved to be a Government spy, and every stranger that comes on the coast is watched."
"This is a strange statement you are making to me."
"I am warning you."
"You are making sport of me, I fear."
"I am not."
"Are you an honest man?"
"I am."
"I should judge so, if what you tell me is true. A rogue would not warn me."
"What I tell you is true; and because I am an honest man I warn you."
"If you will lead me to the cabin of Tom Pearce all will be well."
"Is the old boatman a friend of yours?"
"Yes."
"Have you seen him lately?"
"No."
"You have not seen him for a long time?"
"I have not seen him for twelve or thirteen years."
A weird suspicion flashed across the detective's mind, and he determined to have some further talk with the man in the rubber coat before he told him where old Tom Pearce resided.
"Is it Tom Pearce you want to see?"
"Yes."
"I will take you to where you can find him."
"To his house?"
"No."
"Where?"
"To a tavern where he resorts."
"I would prefer to see him at his house."
"Do you wish to see him or his daughter?"
The man gave a perceptible start, and demanded:
"Why do you ask that question?"
"I thought it was a good time to put it to you."
"I wish to see Tom Pearce."
"Then you do not care to see his daughter?"
"Has he a daughter?"
"He has a girl living with him."
"Do you know the girl?"
"Well, I should say I did."
"What sort of a girl is she?"
"She's a daisy!"
"A what?" ejaculated the stranger.
"A daisy."
"What do you mean?"
"Just what I say--she's a daisy."
"I do not understand you."
"She's a harum-scarum creature, wild as a hawk and as ugly as a star-fish."
"She is a handsome girl, I suppose?"
"About as handsome as a flounder."
"She is not a pretty girl?"
"Is a flounder a pretty fish?"
"I should say not."
"Then your question is answered."
"Is she a good girl?"
"Good for nothing."
"I see you do not like the girl," remarked the stranger, but he spoke in a sad and disappointed tone.
"I like her well enough."
"Will you lead me to the boatman's cabin?"
"I will on one condition."
"Name your condition."
"You will tell me how long you have been on the coast."
"Half an hour."
"Have you spoken to anyone besides me?"
"No, not since I crossed the bay."
"Why did you say they were a surly people around here?"
"I was speaking of the people across on the mainland."
"And you have not spoken to anyone over here?"
"To no one but yourself."
"Come, I will act as your guide."
"I will pay you well."
"How well?"
"I will give you five dollars."
"All right, come along."
"Have we far to go?"
"Not far."
"We will find the old fisherman abed?"
"I reckon so."
"Will it be well to arouse him?"
"Suppose we arouse the girl?"
"Can you do that?"
"Why, certainly."
The man came to a halt, and for a moment appeared to be lost in deep consideration, but, at length, he aroused himself and made a startling proposition. _