tales of the fish patrol-第2章

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the　same　time　sending　my　hand　to　my　hip。　　Again　the　Yellow

Handkerchief　was　overawed；　and　with　surly　looks　he　led　three　of　his

men　aboard　the　Reindeer。　　I　cast　off　at　once；　and；　leaving　the　jib

down；　steered　a　course　for　George's　junk。　　Here　it　was　easier；　for

there　were　two　of　us；　and　George　had　a　pistol　to　fall　back　on　if　it

came　to　the　worst。　　And　here；　as　with　my　junk；　four　Chinese　were

transferred　to　the　sloop　and　one　left　behind　to　take　care　of

things。



Four　more　were　added　to　our　passenger　list　from　the　third　junk。　　By

this　time　the　salmon　boat　had　collected　its　twelve　prisoners　and

came　alongside；　badly　overloaded。　　To　make　matters　worse；　as　it　was

a　small　boat；　the　patrolmen　were　so　jammed　in　with　their　prisoners

that　they　would　have　little　chance　in　case　of　trouble。



〃You'll　have　to　help　us　out；〃　said　Le　Grant。



I　looked　over　my　prisoners；　who　had　crowded　into　the　cabin　and　on

top　of　it。　　〃I　can　take　three；〃　I　answered。



〃Make　it　four；〃　he　suggested；　〃and　I'll　take　Bill　with　me。〃　　（Bill

was　the　third　patrolman。）　　〃We　haven't　elbow　room　here；　and　in　case

of　a　scuffle　one　white　to　every　two　of　them　will　be　just　about　the

right　proportion。〃



The　exchange　was　made；　and　the　salmon　boat　got　up　its　spritsail　and

headed　down　the　bay　toward　the　marshes　off　San　Rafael。　　I　ran　up

the　jib　and　followed　with　the　Reindeer。　　San　Rafael；　where　we　were

to　turn　our　catch　over　to　the　authorities；　communicated　with　the

bay　by　way　of　a　long　and　tortuous　slough；　or　marshland　creek；　which

could　be　navigated　only　when　the　tide　was　in。　　Slack　water　had

come；　and；　as　the　ebb　was　commencing；　there　was　need　for　hurry　if

we　cared　to　escape　waiting　half　a　day　for　the　next　tide。



But　the　land　breeze　had　begun　to　die　away　with　the　rising　sun；　and

now　came　only　in　failing　puffs。　　The　salmon　boat　got　out　its　oars

and　soon　left　us　far　astern。　　Some　of　the　Chinese　stood　in　the

forward　part　of　the　cockpit；　near　the　cabin　doors；　and　once；　as　I

leaned　over　the　cockpit　rail　to　flatten　down　the　jib…sheet　a　bit；　I

felt　some　one　brush　against　my　hip　pocket。　　I　made　no　sign；　but　out

of　the　corner　of　my　eye　I　saw　that　the　Yellow　Handkerchief　had

discovered　the　emptiness　of　the　pocket　which　had　hitherto　overawed

him。



To　make　matters　serious；　during　all　the　excitement　of　boarding　the

junks　the　Reindeer　had　not　been　bailed；　and　the　water　was　beginning

to　slush　over　the　cockpit　floor。　　The　shrimp…catchers　pointed　at　it

and　looked　to　me　questioningly。



〃Yes；〃　I　said。　　〃Bime　by；　allee　same　dlown；　velly　quick；　you　no

bail　now。　　Sabbe？〃



No；　they　did　not　〃sabbe；〃　or　at　least　they　shook　their　heads　to

that　effect；　though　they　chattered　most　comprehendingly　to　one

another　in　their　own　lingo。　　I　pulled　up　three　or　four　of　the

bottom　boards；　got　a　couple　of　buckets　from　a　locker；　and　by

unmistakable　sign…language　invited　them　to　fall　to。　　But　they

laughed；　and　some　crowded　into　the　cabin　and　some　climbed　up　on

top。



Their　laughter　was　not　good　laughter。　　There　was　a　hint　of　menace

in　it；　a　maliciousness　which　their　black　looks　verified。　　The

Yellow　Handkerchief；　since　his　discovery　of　my　empty　pocket；　had

become　most　insolent　in　his　bearing；　and　he　wormed　about　among　the

other　prisoners；　talking　to　them　with　great　earnestness。



Swallowing　my　chagrin；　I　stepped　down　into　the　cockpit　and　began

throwing　out　the　water。　　But　hardly　had　I　begun；　when　the　boom

swung　overhead；　the　mainsail　filled　with　a　jerk；　and　the　Reindeer

heeled　over。　　The　day　wind　was　springing　up。　　George　was　the

veriest　of　landlubbers；　so　I　was　forced　to　give　over　bailing　and

take　the　tiller。　　The　wind　was　blowing　directly　off　Point　Pedro　and

the　high　mountains　behind；　and　because　of　this　was　squally　and

uncertain；　half　the　time　bellying　the　canvas　out　and　the　other　half

flapping　it　idly。



George　was　about　the　most　all…round　helpless　man　I　had　ever　met。

Among　his　other　disabilities；　he　was　a　consumptive；　and　I　knew　that

if　he　attempted　to　bail；　it　might　bring　on　a　hemorrhage。　　Yet　the

rising　water　warned　me　that　something　must　be　done。　　Again　I

ordered　the　shrimp…catchers　to　lend　a　hand　with　the　buckets。　　They

laughed　defiantly；　and　those　inside　the　cabin；　the　water　up　to

their　ankles；　shouted　back　and　forth　with　those　on　top。



〃You'd　better　get　out　your　gun　and　make　them　bail；〃　I　said　to

George。



But　he　shook　his　head　and　showed　all　too　plainly　that　he　was

afraid。　　The　Chinese　could　see　the　funk　he　was　in　as　well　as　I

could；　and　their　insolence　became　insufferable。　　Those　in　the　cabin

broke　into　the　food　lockers；　and　those　above　scrambled　down　and

joined　them　in　a　feast　on　our　crackers　and　canned　goods。



〃What　do　we　care？〃　George　said　weakly。



I　was　fuming　with　helpless　anger。　　〃If　they　get　out　of　hand；　it

will　be　too　late　to　care。　　The　best　thing　you　can　do　is　to　get　them

in　check　right　now。〃



The　water　was　rising　higher　and　higher；　and　the　gusts；　forerunners

of　a　steady　breeze；　were　growing　stiffer　and　stiffer。　　And　between

the　gusts；　the　prisoners；　having　gotten　away　with　a　week's　grub；

took　to　crowding　first　to　one　side　and　then　to　the　other　till　the

Reindeer　rocked　like　a　cockle…shell。　　Yellow　Handkerchief

approached　me；　and；　pointing　out　his　village　on　the　Point　Pedro

beach；　gave　me　to　understand　that　if　I　turned　the　Reindeer　in　that

direction　and　put　them　ashore；　they；　in　turn；　would　go　to　bailing。

By　now　the　water　in　the　cabin　was　up　to　the　bunks；　and　the　bed…

clothes　were　sopping。　　It　was　a　foot　deep　on　the　cockpit　floor。

Nevertheless　I　refused；　and　I　could　see　by　George's　face　that　he

was　disappointed。



〃If　you　don't　show　some　nerve；　they'll　rush　us　and　throw　us

overboard；〃　I　said　to　him。　　〃Better　give　me　your　revolver；　if　you

want　to　be　safe。〃



〃The　safest　thing　to　do；〃　he　chattered　cravenly；　〃is　to　put　them

ashore。　　I；　for　one；　don't　want　to　be　drowned　for　the　sake　of　a

handful　of　dirty　Chinamen。〃



〃And　I；　for　another；　don't　care　to　give　in　to　a　handful　of　dirty

Chinamen　to　escape　drowning；〃　I　answered　hotly。



〃You'll　sink　the　Reindeer　under　us　all　at　this　rate；〃　he　whined。

〃And　what　good　that'll　do　I　can't　see。〃



〃Every　man　to　his　taste；〃　I　retorted。



He　made　no　reply；　but　I　could　see　he　was　trembling　pitifully。

Between　the　threatening　Chinese　and　the　rising　water　he　was　beside

himself　with　fright；　and；　more　than　the　Chinese　and　the　water；　I

feared　him　and　what　his　fright　might　impel　him　to　do。　　I　could　see

him　casting　longing　glances　at　the　small　skiff　towing　astern；　so　in

the　next　calm　I　hauled　the　skiff　alongside。　　As　I　did　so　his　eyes

brightened　with　hope；　but　before　he　could　guess　my　intention；　I

stove　the　frail　bottom　through　with　a　hand…axe；　and　the　skiff

filled　to　its　gunwales。



〃It's　sink　or　float　together；〃　I　said。　　〃And　if　you'll　give　me　your

revolver；　I'll　have　the　Reindeer　bailed　out　in　a　jiffy。〃



〃They're　too　many　for　us；〃　he　whimpered。　　〃We　can't　fight　them

all。〃



I　turned　my　back　on　him　in　disgust。　　The　salmon　boat　had　long　since

passed　from　sight　behind　a　little　archipelago　known　as　the　Marin

Islands；　so　no　help　could　be　looked　for　from　that　quarter。　　Yellow

Handkerchief　came　up　to　me　in　a　familiar　manner；　the　water　in　the

cockpit　slushing　against　his　legs。　　I　did　not　like　his　looks。　　I

felt　that　beneath　the　pleasant　smile　he　was　trying　to　put　on　his

face　there　was　an　ill　purpose。　　I　ordered　him　back；　and　so　sharply

that　he　obeyed。



〃Now　keep　your　distance；〃　I　commanded；　〃and　don't　you　come　closer！〃



〃Wha'　fo'？〃　he　demanded　indignantly。　　〃I　t'ink…um　talkee　talkee

heap　good。〃



〃Talkee　talkee；〃　I　answered　bitterly；　for　I　knew　now　that　he　had

understood　all　that　passed　between　George　and　me。　　〃What　for　talkee

talkee？　　You　no　sabbe　talkee　talkee。〃



He　grinned　in　a　sickly　fashion。　　〃Yep；　I　sabbe　velly　much。　　I

honest　Chinaman。〃



〃All　right；〃　I　answered。　　〃You　sabbe　talkee　talkee；　then　you　bail

water