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Scottish Chiefs; another wheat ship; he awkwardly capsized himself。

The man who was standing the anchor…watch ran down the gangway and

hauled him out of the water。  This was what he wanted; to get

aboard the ship; and the next thing he expected was to be taken on

deck and then below to warm up and dry out。  But the captain

inhospitably kept him perched on the lowest gang…way step;

shivering miserably and with his feet dangling in the water; till

we; out of very pity; rowed in from the darkness and took him off。

The jokes and gibes of the awakened crew sounded anything but sweet

in our ears; and even the two Italians climbed up on the rail and

laughed down at us long and maliciously。



〃That's all right;〃 Charley said in a low voice; which I only could

hear。  〃I'm mighty glad it's not us that's laughing first。  We'll

save our laugh to the end; eh; lad?〃



He clapped a hand on my shoulder as he finished; but it seemed to

me that there was more determination than hope in his voice。



It would have been possible for us to secure the aid of United

States marshals and board the English ship; backed by Government

authority。  But the instructions of the Fish Commission were to the

effect that the patrolmen should avoid complications; and this one;

did we call on the higher powers; might well end in a pretty

international tangle。



The second week of the siege drew to its close; and there was no

sign of change in the situation。  On the morning of the fourteenth

day the change came; and it came in a guise as unexpected and

startling to us as it was to the men we were striving to capture。



Charley and I; after our customary night vigil by the side of the

Lancashire Queen; rowed into the Solana Wharf。



〃Hello!〃 cried Charley; in surprise。  〃In the name of reason and

common sense; what is that?  Of all unmannerly craft did you ever

see the like?〃



Well might he exclaim; for there; tied up to the dock; lay the

strangest looking launch I had ever seen。  Not that it could be

called a launch; either; but it seemed to resemble a launch more

than any other kind of boat。  It was seventy feet long; but so

narrow was it; and so bare of superstructure; that it appeared much

smaller than it really was。  It was built wholly of steel; and was

painted black。  Three smokestacks; a good distance apart and raking

well aft; arose in single file amidships; while the bow; long and

lean and sharp as a knife; plainly advertised that the boat was

made for speed。  Passing under the stern; we read Streak; painted

in small white letters。



Charley and I were consumed with curiosity。  In a few minutes we

were on board and talking with an engineer who was watching the

sunrise from the deck。  He was quite willing to satisfy our

curiosity; and in a few minutes we learned that the Streak had come

in after dark from San Francisco; that this was what might be

called the trial trip; and that she was the property of Silas Tate;

a young mining millionaire of California; whose fad was high…speed

yachts。  There was some talk about turbine engines; direct

application of steam; and the absence of pistons; rods; and cranks;

… all of which was beyond me; for I was familiar only with sailing

craft; but I did understand the last words of the engineer。



〃Four thousand horse…power and forty…five miles an hour; though you

wouldn't think it;〃 he concluded proudly。



〃Say it again; man!  Say it again!〃 Charley exclaimed in an excited

voice。



〃Four thousand horse…power and forty…five miles an hour;〃 the

engineer repeated; grinning good…naturedly。



〃Where's the owner?〃 was Charley's next question。  〃Is there any

way I can speak to him?〃



The engineer shook his head。  〃No; I'm afraid not。  He's asleep;

you see。〃



At that moment a young man in blue uniform came on deck farther aft

and stood regarding the sunrise。



〃There he is; that's him; that's Mr。 Tate;〃 said the engineer。



Charley walked aft and spoke to him; and while he talked earnestly

the young man listened with an amused expression on his face。  He

must have inquired about the depth of water close in to the shore

at Turner's Shipyard; for I could see Charley making gestures and

explaining。  A few minutes later he came back in high glee。



〃Come on lad;〃 he said。  〃On to the dock with you。  We've got

them!〃



It was our good fortune to leave the Streak when we did; for a

little later one of the spy fishermen appeared。  Charley and I took

up our accustomed places; on the stringer…piece; a little ahead of

the Streak and over our own boat; where we could comfortably watch

the Lancashire Queen。  Nothing occurred till about nine o'clock;

when we saw the two Italians leave the ship and pull along their

side of the triangle toward the shore。  Charley looked as

unconcerned as could be; but before they had covered a quarter of

the distance; he whispered to me:



〃Forty…five miles an hour 。 。 。 nothing can save them 。 。 。 they

are ours!〃



Slowly the two men rowed along till they were nearly in line with

the windmill。  This was the point where we always jumped into our

salmon boat and got up the sail; and the two men; evidently

expecting it; seemed surprised when we gave no sign。



When they were directly in line with the windmill; as near to the

shore as to the ship; and nearer the shore than we had ever allowed

them before; they grew suspicious。  We followed them through the

glasses; and saw them standing up in the skiff and trying to find

out what we were doing。  The spy fisherman; sitting beside us on

the stringer…piece was likewise puzzled。  He could not understand

our inactivity。  The men in the skiff rowed nearer the shore; but

stood up again and scanned it; as if they thought we might be in

hiding there。  But a man came out on the beach and waved a

handkerchief to indicate that the coast was clear。  That settled

them。  They bent to the oars to make a dash for it。  Still Charley

waited。  Not until they had covered three…quarters of the distance

from the Lancashire Queen; which left them hardly more than a

quarter of a mile to gain the shore; did Charley slap me on the

shoulder and cry:



〃They're ours!  They're ours!〃



We ran the few steps to the side of the Streak and jumped aboard。

Stern and bow lines were cast off in a jiffy。  The Streak shot

ahead and away from the wharf。  The spy fisherman we had left

behind on the stringer…piece pulled out a revolver and fired five

shots into the air in rapid succession。  The men in the skiff gave

instant heed to the warning; for we could see them pulling away

like mad。



But if they pulled like mad; I wonder how our progress can be

described?  We fairly flew。  So frightful was the speed with which

we displaced the water; that a wave rose up on either side our bow

and foamed aft in a series of three stiff; up…standing waves; while

astern a great crested billow pursued us hungrily; as though at

each moment it would fall aboard and destroy us。  The Streak was

pulsing and vibrating and roaring like a thing alive。  The wind of

our progress was like a gale … a forty…five…mile gale。  We could

not face it and draw breath without choking and strangling。  It

blew the smoke straight back from the mouths of the smoke…stacks at

a direct right angle to the perpendicular。  In fact; we were

travelling as fast as an express train。  〃We just streaked it;〃 was

the way Charley told it afterward; and I think his description

comes nearer than any I can give。



As for the Italians in the skiff … hardly had we started; it seemed

to me; when we were on top of them。  Naturally; we had to slow down

long before we got to them; but even then we shot past like a

whirlwind and were compelled to circle back between them and the

shore。  They had rowed steadily; rising from the thwarts at every

stroke; up to the moment we passed them; when they recognized

Charley and me。  That took the last

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