A Woman at Bay; Or, A Fiend in Skirts. Carter Nicholas

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      "Never yet—to stay there. What do you want to know all this for?"

      "I've been telling the main guy about you."

      "What about me?"

      "I told him of your strength, for one thing. There isn't another man in our outfit who could lift me off my feet the way you did it."

      Nick shrugged his shoulders.

      "I could have done it as easily if you had been twice the man you are," he said contemptuously.

      "There is no doubt of that. I don't bear you any ill will for it, either. Neither does the boss."

      "And who may he be, Handsome?"

      "Don't you know, Dago John?"

      "Maybe I do, and again maybe I don't."

      "Didn't you come here looking for him?"

      "Maybe so."

      "Well, who were you looking for?"

      "Maybe the same one that the other fellow was looking for—maybe not."

      "That's all right. You can come along, I guess. But I warn you to have a care what you say to him."

      "Say to who?"

      "To Hobo Harry. He isn't one to be trifled with."

      "Say, Handsome, on the level now, is there such a person?"

      "Sure there is. You'll find that out all right, too, before you are much older. Didn't you come up here to get into the gang? Isn't that what you are here for?"

      "Sure thing; but, on the level, I didn't think that I could do it so easy."

      Handsome laughed as if he were intensely amused.

      "If you think that you are in it now, you are very much mistaken," he said, with a shrug. "We don't take men into the bosom of our family quite as easy as that. But with us there is always room for a good man, and he always has a chance to prove whether he is good or not. That is the sort of chance you are going to get."

      "Will you tell me about it?"

      "I will if you will agree to teach me that hold by which you threw me over the fire into the bushes a little while ago."

      "Sure thing, Handsome. I'll teach you that, and a lot of others as well, if you wish. That is one of the ju-jutsu tricks."

      "I've heard about that. It's all right, all right."

      "Sure thing. Now, where are we going? Are we to stay here all night, Handsome?"

      "Not quite."

      "Tell me what is expected of me, then; where we are going?"

      "I am to take you to the chief; to Hobo Harry himself, for he happens to be here to-night. It is only once in a while that he is here, too; but it happens that he is to-night. He is to interview you. Otherwise—that is, if he were not here, you would have to hang around on the outside until he showed up to pass upon you in person."

      "I see."

      "He is the only man in the whole bunch who has a right to do that. I've got to blindfold you after we get across the fence on the swamp side of the tracks."

      "All right."

      "I suppose you would like to know what you are up against before I take you into the old swamp, wouldn't you?"

      "Sure thing, Handsome."

      "Well, it's just this: If you don't pass muster with the boss, you'll never come out again. There are deep holes in that swamp, Dago."

      "Oh, I don't doubt that; but what do you mean by passing muster?"

      "I mean just this, and nothing more: If you are not what you appear to be, and what you say you are, it's a slit across the windpipe for yours; see?"

      Nick did see, and he nodded understandingly.

      "I reckon I'll pass, all right," he said negligently. "If you are ready, I am."

      They descended the embankment, and climbed the fence on the swamp side of the tracks; and then, as soon as they had penetrated a short distance into the wood, Handsome stopped again, and, drawing a huge bandanna from his pocket, proceeded to bind it around the detective's eyes securely.

      "Now," he said, "can you do the lockstep?"

      "Never tried it," said Nick.

      "Sure about that?"

      "Never learned—never had to."

      "Well, you'll have to learn it now—unless you wish to fall into the swamp. Get up close to me, and take hold of my sides under my arms. Then follow in my footsteps as nearly as you can."

      "I say, Handsome, you've got some education yourself."

      "Never mind that now. We're not going into pasts just at present."

      "All right. Lead the way. I'm ready."

      Nick's eyes were so securely bandaged that he had not the least idea where they were going, or where his footsteps tended; but even had he been without the bandage he could hardly have told that, for the deeper they penetrated into the swamp, the darker it became, and only those who were perfectly familiar with the pathway could pass that way in safety in the night.

      There were times when Nick's feet slipped from the precarious footing, and he slid into the water up to his knees; and once he went in to his waist; but Handsome was always ready to seize upon him and support him to dry land again at such times.

      And their way wound round in a serpentine course. They climbed over fallen and moss-grown logs; they slushed through shallow water; they crawled on their hands and knees under embankments and rocks, and at last, at Handsome's order, they stepped into a boat of some kind which the latter pushed away from the bank with a pole.

      After that a long time passed while the boat was propelled steadily onward with the pole, sometimes gliding under trees that hung so close to the water that they were obliged to get flat down inside the scow to avoid them; and they wound around many curves and twists, until at last they stopped, and Handsome removed the bandage from Nick's eyes.

      They were beside a high bank, and directly ahead of them, through the trees, the detective could see the lights of many gleaming fires; and he could also discern the shadowy forms of men grouped around them, engaged in different occupations.

      "Now, keep your mouth shut, and your eyes and your ears open," was Handsome's warning, as he led the way from the scow, and signed for Nick to follow him. "If anybody speaks to you, don't answer; and when you get in the presence of the chief, answer questions, and don't ask any."

      "Right you are, pardy," was Nick's reply; and then he followed his conductor through the trees toward the fire.

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