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Jim started the engine and swung the Barracouta round, and they ran leisurely back to the other end of the trawl, meanwhile eating the lunch Filippo had put up for them. Soon they were close to the first red buoy. "Now for business!" said Jim. He stepped into the dory. "Guess you know enough about automobiles, Whittington, to handle this engine. Keep the sloop close by and watch me haul.
"Either cutting firewood or beginning on that camp," said Jim. Presently the chopping ceased. Before long the two men appeared on the top of the bank, dragging a spruce trunk about twenty feet long. On seeing the Barracouta they halted in surprise, then dropped the tree and hurried down to their dory. "Seem to be afraid we've been mousing round aboard their boat," muttered Spurling.
Sure enough, they were clearly visible, more than two miles off, rising and falling on the swell, their oars flashing in the light from the conflagration. The crew had abandoned the hopeless fight and were saving themselves. "Keep her straight for 'em, Perce!" directed Jim. Whittington obeyed. Soon the Barracouta was within hailing distance of the dories.
"Hullo, Fonseca," I exclaimed, "where in the name of fortune have you sprung from? Is the Barracouta in?" "Yes, Senor Grenvile," he answered, "we have just arrived.
"What d'you say to trying your hand at it?" Percy agreed, but without enthusiasm. He had seen enough to realize that pulling a trawl was no sinecure. By means of a fish-fork Jim pitched his catch aboard the sloop. The first tub of trawl was now full. He transferred it to the Barracouta and set an empty tub in its place.
The Barracouta ran southeast through Merchant's Row, a procession of rugged islets slipping by on either side; then south past Fog and York islands, with the long, high ridge of Isle au Haut walling the western horizon; down between Great Spoon and Little Spoon, past White Horse and Black Horse, toward the heaving blue of the open ocean.
"No go!" exclaimed the younger. "You go! We stay!" "That settles it," said Jim. "I'll send for the sheriff to-night, and have him here in the morning." He leaned over to start his engine. At his first movement the two dropped out of sight, but before he could rock the wheel they were up again, each holding a shot-gun. They leveled these weapons at the Barracouta. "No send for sheriff!
The other dory of the smugglers was, he remembered, almost exactly in front of the cabin. Skirting the water, he soon came plump upon the boat. He felt inside, found the oars, and gave one after the other a shove out into the cove. Barely had he done this when hurrying steps approached. One of the guards from the camp was coming to investigate the tumult on the Barracouta.
Now, had I not known that he had never seen the Barracouta, I should have scarcely known what reply to give to this home question; as it was, however, I answered at hazard
Passing by Dui we braced sharp up, encountering, with double reefs, a strong wind and heavy sea for the sixty miles stretch across to Castries bay, making that anchorage in a dense fog. Hence we recrossed to Dui, coaled, and continued southward to Barracouta harbour.
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