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"We got good lays, us before the mast, but there never was a fair sharin' aboard that ship. One night I crawled aft an' looked in the stern-port. 'Twas just after we'd got our lays for kidnappin' the Governor o' Santiago a rich town as you know. In the cabin sat ol' Brig, a bare cutlass acrost his lap, countin' piles o' moidores that filled the whole table.
Even then we'd ha' had him out an' fought him, only that the old man had an Indian princess aboard he was takin' in to Calicut for ransom. That was where Sol Brig got his broad gold kidnappin'. Twenty times we worked it a dash in an' a fight out, quick an' bloody then to sea in the old red sloop, all her sails fair pullin' the sticks out of her, an' maybe a man-o'-war blazin' away at our quarter.
"Here yu, get mum," ordered Buck to the pair. "When this outfit goes after anything it generally gets it. All in favor of kidnappin' that outfit signify di' same by kickin' Billy," whereupon Bill swore. "Do yu want yore hat?" Asked Buck, turning to Frenchy. "I shore do," answered that individual. "If yu helps us at th' round-up we'll get it for yu. Fifty a month an' grub," offered the foreman.
"You're dead right, ma'am, kidnappin' is a bad sort of business in this state, and I don't aim to give you a chance to say we carried you off with us against your will. Sail we will and you'll stay behind. This is my boat, and I've got a right to put off anyone that is trespassin'." "You brute!" gasped Eleanor. "Don't you dare to touch me!" "Will you go of your own accord, then?"
"Chee!" says I, scratchin' me bonfire, "I guess I'm down the coal chute. I've rescued locked-in typewriter girls from fire escapes, and lied the boss out of a family row; but I never tried my hand at kidnappin' enough meat for a dinner party. How about buyin' off the game sleuth?" "He has been bought by the other side," says Mr. Robert. "He wouldn't dare to sell them out."
Only a trifle wet, and a trifle scared thanks to that poor dumb animal of yours. A trifle hurt, too." "I'm sorry he wasn't drowned," said Tilda. "Well, you 're a nice Christian child, I must say. Start with kidnappin', and then down on your luck because you haven't wound up with murder! Where's the boy you stole?" "In the caravan." "Fetch him out." "Shan't!" "Now look here, missie "
"'Tain't exackly a case for a vigilance committee, tho' it's agin public morals, this sorter kidnappin' o' strangers. Looks ez if it might bring the country into discredit in England." "Well, don't YOU go and interfere and havin' folks say ez my nose was put out o' jint over there," said Minty, curtly. "There's another Englishman comin' up from 'Frisco to see him to-morrow.
Now, you durned little powder-burner, speak up, and own what made you do it, and then I'll pass judgment." "What's your game? What d' yer mean to do with me? Where are you carryin' me to?" cried the owner of Labour's Retreat. "None of yer nonsense, you know. This is what's called kidnappin'. It's hindictable.
Judgin' by the way she smiles and looks up under her eye-winkers at you, you're in danger of kidnappin'. So long. I'll see you again after I get my dunnage unpacked." The snubbing and sneering came to an abrupt end. Pearson, in conversation with Mrs. Ruggles, casually imparted the information that Captain Elisha was the brother of A. Rodgers Warren, late society leader and wealthy broker.
"Course you had to tell the truth, baby, when they got you there," he said kindly; "but kidnappin' you that-a-way " He shook his great bushy head from side to side and dropped it into his hands. "I reckon that damn Hale was the man who found out that you heard Rufe say that. I'd like to know how I'd like to git my hands on the feller as told him."
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