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Updated: June 25, 2025
The workings of this er this precious secret will be displayed today, when the good folk arrive from Lanesport. We have the recommendation, as you must have seen, of two of the most respectable men in the town, their names alone are proof of the high moral plane on which our Company is conducted.
T-Take the wheel, will you, S-Spike?" He and I went below, and brought up some things to eat. We were well out in the Bay now, Rogers's Island was only a dim blue spot astern. We ate luncheon, and discussed where we should go. I was trying to make them see that it would be safe enough to sail over to Lanesport, when Spook paused, with a banana raised toward his mouth.
What of it? They could buy that amount of gold ten times over twenty times over with what they've taken in this morning. And they expect another boat-load of suckers this afternoon. And this is only the beginning, Snider's been rustling around amongst a lot of women and old people over in Lanesport, and they're about ready to make over their bank- accounts to him.
"He went to Lanesport just before the steamer came." "Did you see him go?" "Why, yes...I..." "Did you really see him set out on the road and depart?" "Well, no...I don't know that I did. He went around one corner of the house, as I went around the other with Snider... Why? What do you mean?"
"Oh, anybody. Do not interrupt me again, or I will sing 'Rocked in the Cradle of the Deep. Honest, I will." A little before noon, we sailed up the river to Lanesport. The old town lay very still in the baking sun. There were schooners in the stream, and one or two at the wharves. A few sloop-yachts and cat- boats were at anchor in the river, but none of them was the "Hoppergrass."
This is the first time I have ever tooted." Spook fell back on the cabin and kicked. "And w-we've b-been t-trying to g-give you the s-slip!" he moaned. It took us nearly all the afternoon to reach Lanesport. When the rain stopped, the wind fell, and we were almost becalmed. We knocked about on the Bay till a little before five o'clock.
Had he gone on the steam-boat? Or crawled through his trap-door underneath the wharf? I did not know, but I was angry with him. I felt sure that he had purposely let the boat go without me, it was part of their scheme to keep me there, until the people had gone in the afternoon. Now I should have to go that roundabout way by the road, and get to Lanesport two or three hours late.
I heard the big man say; "that's a great disappointment!" Then they all started up the wharf toward the house. The men of the band had scrambled ashore, and they headed the procession, still playing "Sweet Marie" with loud blasts. Then came Mr. Behind him were the people from Lanesport, two by two, some of them carrying baskets, and most of them in their Sunday clothes.
The other man broke in. "He says to me that he was goin' to Rogerses'." "Rogerses'? Where's that?" "Rogerses' Island," said the hotel man, "'bout three miles t'other side of Bailey's Harbor." One of the men now came in from the piazza, and after much questioning we found out all they knew. Captain Bannister had arrived in Lanesport sometime the latter part of the afternoon.
"He aint down under the wharf salting these gold-boxes or doing some other kind of monkey business with 'em? Hey?" "Why, no," I persisted, weakly, "he's gone to Lanesport, I tell you." But the idea struck me for the first time, "down under the wharf," that was where I had seen them both yesterday. "Gone to Lanesport?" he continued, "but you say yourself that you have only his word for it.
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