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The party from the sloop-of-war came twice, led by the lieutenant, and had long and patient searches with Aleck in their boat ready to follow or lead the men into one or other of the openings in the rocks where the waves ran in with a peculiarly hollow echoing rush at low water, but which were covered deeply at half tide.
There was coil upon coil of rope, but for the most part they were too thick, and it seemed as if they would be reduced to venturing upon their dive untrammelled, when, raising the lanthorn for another glance round, Aleck caught sight of the very piece he required, hanging from a wooden peg driven in between two blocks of stone.
Poor old Aleck is as good as married, and the Lord have mercy on his soul! But there's one thing I wish to state: I'm running the job, and I run it my own way. I don't want any interfering nor no talk afterward 's that understood? "It was. He was to cut loose. "'All right, says he. 'Poor Aleck! So that night E. G. W. Scraggs took his cayuse and made for the railroad station, bound east.
"Not often," replied Marcy, with a smile. "The mail does not run regularly between our house and the Yankee fleet." "No, I reckon not; but if you get a chance to write to him, tell him what I have told you." "Look here, Aleck," said Marcy suddenly. "Do the members of your band ever hang about the post-office? I know I have seen you there a few times."
The man struggled again so violently that he got his hand on one side, making the boat rock and Tom Bodger grunt in his efforts to keep his prisoner down. "It's no good, Master Aleck," he whispered, hoarsely; "if I'd got my legs I could twist 'em round him and keep him still; but there's no grip in a pair of wooden pegs. Come and sit on his knees and help keep him quiet. Lash the helm, sir.
They were well armed and resolute, and Aleck said they would be in just the right humor to deal with Hanson's case when it was brought to their notice at their next meeting.
Rover had wanted to keep her turkey meat for Christmas, so her husband, Anderson Rover, and Aleck had gone into the woods back of the farm and brought down some rabbits and a number of birds, so there was potpie and other good things galore, not forgetting some pumpkin pies and home-made doughnuts, which Aunt Martha prepared with her own hands and of which the boys had always been exceedingly fond.
"Well, what, Tom?" said Aleck, for the sailor stopped short and crossed his two dwarf wooden legs in the bottom of the boat, and then, as if not satisfied, crossed them the other way on. "I was thinking, Master Aleck, that you and me's been messmates like, ever since I come back from sea." "Yes, Tom." "I mean in a proper way, sir," cried the man, hurriedly.
And thus they stood for quite a minute, while some subtle fluid like common-sense in a gaseous form seemed to run up their arms through their shoulders, and then divide, for part to feed their brains and the other part to make their hearts beat more calmly. At last Aleck spoke. "I say," he said, "aren't we going to make fools of ourselves?"
"Hush, Hughie; you must call people by their right names. Now let us have some singing. I hear Ranald is singing bass these days." "And bully good bass, too," cried Hughie. "John 'Aleck' says that it's the finest bass in the whole singing school." "Well, Hughie," said his mother, quietly, "I don't think it is necessary to shout even such pleasant information as that.
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