"Ahoy, there! Help! Help!" she cried.

Some sort of shout came from the street, we knew not from whom. A

noise of an opening hatch came from the Sea Rover at our stern, and

a man's tousled head came into view.

"What's goin' on here," he demanded, as quaveringly as querulously.

I made no answer, but saw our bows crawl out and away, felt the sob of

the screws, the arm of the river also, and knew a vast and pleasing

content with life.

"L'Olonnois!" I called through the megaphone.

"Aye, aye, Sir!" I heard his piping rejoinder.

"Cast loose the stern-chaser and fire her at yon varlet if he makes a

move." I knew our deck cannon was loaded with nothing more deadly than

newspapers, but I also knew that valor feeds on action. Not that I had

given orders to fire on the world in general. So, I confess, I was

somewhat surprised, soon after the shout of approval which greeted my

command, to hear the air rent by the astonishing reverberation of our

Long Tom, which rolled like thunder all along the river-front,

breaking into a thousand echoes in the night.

I heard the patter of feet along the deck, and had sight of Jean

Lafitte tugging at a halyard. Not content with our defiance of law and

order, he must needs break out the Jolly Rover with its skull and

cross-bones. And as we swung swiftly out into midstream, ablaze in

light from bow to stern, ghostlike in our swiftness and the silence of

our splendid engines, I had reason to understand all the descriptive

writing which, as I later learned, greeted the defiant departure of

this pirate craft and its ruffian crew. Thus I bade all the world come

and take from me what I had taken for my own.

I stepped to the wheel with Peterson, expecting to find him pale in

consternation. To my surprise he was calm, save for a new glitter in

his eye.

"There's nothing on the river can touch her," said he, as he picked up

his first channel light and called for more speed. "Let 'em come!"

A sudden recklessness had caught us all, it seemed, the old spirit of

lawless man breaking the leash of custom. I shared it--with exultation

I knew I shared it with these others. The lust of youth for adventure

held us all, and the years were as naught.

I turned now to find Helena, and met L'Olonnois, his face beaming.

"Wasn't that a peach of a shot?" said he. "It would of blew yon varlet

out of the water, if I'd had anything to load with except just them

marbles. Are you looking for Auntie Helen? She has just went below."




readonlinefreebook.com Copyright 2016 - 2024