The Purchase Price eBook

Emerson Hough
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 345 pages of information about The Purchase Price.

The Purchase Price eBook

Emerson Hough
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 345 pages of information about The Purchase Price.

Silently they all cast loose and, each boat taking its own time, crossed the narrow channel, heading upstream, so as to make the landing as nearly opposite the steamer as possible.  They crawled out through the mud, and hauled up their boats to safe places along shore.  Then, each man looking to his own weapons, they came together under the cover of the willows.  Dunwody again addressed them.

“We must slip across there, seventy or eighty yards or so, and get under the side of her before they know we’re here,” he said in low tones.  “Let no one fire a shot until I order it.  If there’s going to be any shooting, be sure and let them begin it.  When we get across and leave cover, you’d better spread out a little.  Keep down low, and don’t shoot unless you have to.  Remember that.  Come on, now.”

Inside the first fringe of the tangled and heavy willows, the mud lay deep in a long, half-drained pool of water which stood in the middle of the willow-covered fiat.  Into this, silently as they could, they were obliged to plunge, wading across, sometimes waist deep.  In spite of the noise thus made there was no challenge, and the little body of men, re-forming into an irregular line, presently arrived at the outer edge of the willow flat.  Here, in the light which hung above the river’s surface, they could see the bulk of the steamer looming almost in their faces.  She had her landing planks out, and here and there along the narrow sand beach a smouldering ember or so showed where little fires had been made.  As a matter of fact, more than half of the men of the boat had preferred to sleep on shore.  Their muffled bodies, covered in their blankets, might even now be seen here and there.

Although the sound of splashing and struggling in the water and mud had not raised any of these sleepers, now all at once, as though by some intuition, the whole bivouac sprang into life.  The presence of so many men could not be concealed.

“Who goes there?” came a military call from the boat.  “Halt!  Halt!” came from the line of sleepers suddenly awakened.  In an instant both parties were under arms.

It spoke well for the temper of the men with Dunwody, perhaps better for his serious counsel of them, that none of them made any answer.  Silently, like so many shadows, they dropped down to the ground.

“What was that, Kammerer?” cried a voice on the boat, calling down to some one on the shore.

“There are men here,” was the answer.  “Somebody’s out there.”

The night was now astir.  Men half clothed, but fully armed, now lined up along the beach, along the gunwale of the boat.  Apparently there were some twenty or more of them in all.

“River pirates, likely,” said the leader, who had now come down the gang-plank.  “Fall in, men!  Fall in!” His voice rang sharp and clear, like that of an officer.

“Line up along this beach, and get down low!” he commanded.  “Hold your fire!  Hold!—­What do you mean?—­What are you doing?” His voice rose into a scream.

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