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Title: The coast guardsman
Author: W. E. Carlton
Illustrator: William Molt
Release date: January 29, 2026 [eBook #77810]
Language: English
Original publication: Chicago, Illinois: The McCall Company, 1930
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*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE COAST GUARDSMAN ***
[Epigraph: “I aint begun to fight!” declared the man who was to become
Number One surfman. And then he started in!]
[Illustration: “That feller run like a deer when we surrounded him ... I
put a bullet in that smuggler’s leg--an’ down he went!”]
THE COAST GUARDSMAN
By W. E. Carleton
Illustrated by William Molt
“Hell’s bells! You--thutty year old, an’ five of it in the service, an’
you aint discovered yit that the coast guard aint a substitute for the
old ladies’ home! Devil of a prospec’ _I’ve_ got--Jansen transferred to
Sandy Holler station, an’ you in line to step into his shoes. _You_ to
be Number One surfman!”
“But, Cap’n Cole--” protested the fair-haired, sun-bronzed young Number
Two surfman, squaring his sturdy shoulders.
“If the rum-runners o’ Cape Cod hear you’ve replaced Jansen,” the
commander of Santuck station cut in, “they’ll declare a half holiday to
celebrate. The story o’ the latest _Seabright_ affair night ’fore last
will likely go the length an’ breadth o’ the Cape, if it don’t go
further.”
“You don’t need to remind me o’ _that_.” Aubrey Sears, Number Two
surfman, diligently polished the brasswork of the beachcart, and the
keen black eyes of Cap Cole roved through the apparatus shed--looking
for something else to find fault with, Aubrey presumed. “But sometimes,
Cap’n, things aint always what they seem--’specially on a dark night on
Salt Marsh.”
“Aint what they seem? What d’yuh mean by that?”
“Jist that. All I’ve got to say is it’s a pity you didn’t see with yer
own eyes what really happened, an’ not have to take Jansen’s word for
it.”
Cap Cole’s heavy black mustache and shaggy eyebrows were scarcely darker
than the thundercloud which passed over his square face. Menacingly he
hunched his massive shoulders forward.
“You tryin’ to make me out a liar?” he roared.
“No--if I was, I’d tell you point-blank, Cap’n,” Sears clarified his
position in the matter. “But I _do_ accuse Jansen o’ lyin’, though I
know it wont do me no good. When that smuggler from the _Seabright_ run
acrost the marsh towards me--”
“You let him keep on runnin’--an’ he’d be runnin’ yit if Jansen hadn’t
put a bullet in his leg,” finished the Captain. “An’ I don’t want for
you to call my Number One surfman a liar in my presence, Sears. He’s
rankin’ above you, an’ I’ll take his word as final until I’m shown proof
that’ll change my opinion. When you git through with that job on the
beachcart,” he shifted the subject, “go up in the tower an’ touch up
the brasswork there.” The Santuck commander turned on his heel and
stalked out of the apparatus shed.
* * * * *
Sears sighed resignedly, and energetically applied a soft strip of
flannel to the shining metal of the beachcart. Cap’s April-morning
tirade was only a repetition of the mild abuse to which he had subjected
the young surfman of late. It was beginning to keep the conscientious
Aubrey awake nights, preying on his mind during precious hours when he
should be resting for patrol duty on desolate Santuck beach, or getting
in a wink of sleep after such a patrol in preparation for the next day’s
work. And the duties of a member of the Santuck crew were strenuous the
year round, for that strip of coast had come to be the rendezvous of the
various specialists in smuggling who were operating extensively on Cape
Cod.
The independent Yankee blood of Aubrey Sears had reached the boiling
point, but it hadn’t boiled over--yet. Before he met Mamie Weston two
years ago, he would have kicked over the traces, told Cap Cole where he
could get off, and consigned Santuck and its highly efficient crew to
Davy Jones. He was able-bodied, big-boned, hard as nails, and although
the coast-guard job was the only line of work he was familiar with, he
could find employment inland--something less to his liking, but
productive of sufficient funds to support him. Time and again he was
tempted to inform Cap that he was through.
But his reward at Santuck for taking Cap’s abuse unwhimperingly would
quite probably be the Number One surfman’s job. He was in direct line
for promotion, and under his skin Cap wasn’t half so savage as he
appeared to be on the surface, for he had always recommended his crew
for promotion without fear or favor according to seniority in the
service. The trouble in the _Seabright_ affair was that Cap believed
Jansen because of the latter’s rating above Aubrey. Cap’s discipline was
maintained by his backing the Number One surfman in all matters.
On the assumption that he would be thus promoted, Aubrey and Mamie had
planned to marry. She was a pretty, lightbrown-haired and blue-eyed beam
of irresponsible human sunshine who lived with her widowed mother in
Howesport village.
On one side of the mantel of the cottage parlor where Aubrey and she
could usually be found when he was off duty, hung a portrait of George
Washington; balancing it on the opposite side was suspended one of
Aubrey in his uniform.
Members of the Santuck crew were always welcome at the Widow Weston’s,
for her husband had been keeper of Santuck station in the days when it
was a unit of the life-saving service. He had died a hero at the wreck
of the _David Rothwell_--one of the unsung martyrs of the grand old
crews of Cape Cod life-savers who have died in vain attempts to rescue
their shipwrecked fellow-men.
But during the past few weeks Jansen had rather overstepped the
conventions of that hospitality by spending the greater part of his time
off duty at the widow’s. Well enough Aubrey knew the nature of the
attraction. But Mamie had declared to Aubrey that she detested the
surfman Jansen. And Aubrey, putting his trust in that honest-eyed,
straightforward new convert to flapperism who had promised to marry him,
banished his jealousy. After one of Jansen’s calls at the widow’s,
however, Aubrey always glanced at his portrait on the parlor wall to
make sure it was still there. He had a suspicion that Jansen had a way
with women.
* * * * *
That night Aubrey donned his best clothes, slipped his automatic pistol
into his hip pocket--a precaution Santuck men always took because of
numerous threats they received anonymously from the smuggling
gentry--and trudged over the sandy road to Howesport village, two miles
away. He had swapped his day off with surf man Paty--but not the night,
for Mamie would be expecting him.
She was. She ushered him into the parlor as usual, and took a seat
beside him on the sofa. But she didn’t seem like her ordinarily gay and
unburdened self. Aubrey couldn’t remember ever having noticed that she
was worried before.
“What’s the matter, Mamie?” he asked.
Mamie did not answer immediately. Then: “Did you see today’s Boston
paper, Aubrey?”
“No! What’s in it?” But he already suspected.
And his suspicions were correct. Mamie showed it to him--the account of
how the outlaw schooner _Seabright_ had slipped past the cordon of
coast-guard cutters off the back side of Cape Cod again--how the Santuck
crew had been called out by Surfman Hubbard, who sighted the vessel on
his patrol to the halfway house between Santuck and Sandy Hollow
stations. How the crew had pounced on the landing-party from the
schooner and captured the smuggled cargo of whisky brought ashore in the
speedboat from the _Seabright_, scared off a shore party that had come
from an automobile evidently to receive the contraband beverage, and cut
off one of the landing-party before he could escape with his shipmates
in the speedboat.
But after finishing that part of the narrative, Aubrey’s gray eyes
fairly shot sparks, his coppery complexion darkened, and the newspaper
shook in his strong calloused fingers.
[Illustration: Aubrey’s gray eyes fairly shot sparks. “All the rest of
that’s a lie!” he declared in a husky voice.]
“All the rest o’ that’s a lie!” he declared in a husky voice. “That
feller run like a deer when we surrounded him--run straight for me. I
run to meet him, an’ he up an’ veered off the other direction. Jansen
was standin’ plumb in front o’ him. But when Jansen seen him bearin’
down on him, he let out a screech an’ turned an’ run. Run away from
him--I swear to God! An’ when I seen that, I put a bullet in the
smuggler’s leg--an’ down he went, moanin’.”
“But where was Cap Cole an’ the other Santuck boys all that time?”
queried Mamie.
“Comin’ up from the shore--closin’ in on the smuggler. We was in a wide
circle--”
“But didn’t Cap see it--see who done the shootin’?”
* * * * *
Aubrey sniffed contemptuously. “See it? Huh--if Jansen hadn’t knowed
Cap couldn’t see it, he wouldn’t ’a’ lied like he did. ’Twas dark as a
pocket on Salt Marsh. If Jansen hadn’t been so close to me, I wouldn’t
’a’ reco’nized _him_ until he let out that screech when the smuggler
put for him. But when that smuggler went down with my bullet in his
leg! Lord, _then_ Jansen was Johnny-on-the-spot. He was bendin’ over
that smuggler an’ holdin’ down his arms before the rest o’ the crew
come up. An’ ’twas then he told Cap his story--jist like it’s printed
in that damn’ newspaper--taken, likely, from the report Cap sent to the
superintendent.”
He crushed the paper in his powerful hands and hurled it to the floor.
* * * * *
Mamie laid a soothing little hand on his cheek and looked pityingly
into his angry eyes.
“I know how you must feel, Aubrey dear,” she sympathized. “An’ I believe
you--ev’ry word. Jansen _is_ mean--I can see that in his eyes when he
comes here. The worst of it is, it makes you out to be a coward. An’ I
know you’d never be a coward, Aubrey.”
“Jansen’ll pay for this!” stormed Aubrey. “I wish I hadn’t been so meek
for discipline’s sake when he told that lie to Cap. I should ’a’ made
him swaller it right there on Salt Marsh. But I’ll do it
tonight--discipline be damned! He’ll take back ev’ry word, even if I’m
kicked out o’ the service for bearin’ him up!”
“And then when would we be married?” plaintively asked Mamie. “What
would become of your record in the service? Thrown away! Even if Cap
should be mean enough to hold you back from promotion now, another
opportunity’ll come up where you can make a better name for yourself,
one that Jansen can’t damage with his lies. An’ accordin’ to all
accounts, they’s an opportunity here right now.”
Aubrey looked at her inquiringly. “What d’yuh mean, opportunity?” he
asked.
“Amos Swift was in yesterday afternoon. He claims they’s smugglin’ goin’
on in Howesport harbor, right in front o’ his house.”
“Pshaw! I don’t b’lieve it!” Aubrey ridiculed the idea. “It aint likely
smugglers’d be so bold. Amos an’ Cap Cole have been at swords’-points
for years. I wouldn’t put it past Amos to start a story like that to
make out that Cap’s asleep on his job.”
“Cap _is_!” declared Mamie. “None of the Santuck men ever patrol
Howesport harbor now’days. When Father was in command at the station, he
had it patrolled just like the main beach.”
“Yeah--but times have changed since then,” Aubrey defended his superior.
“That Howesport harbor patrol took us two miles out o’ the reg’lar
patrol--we hated it. That’s _one_ service Jansen done at the station. He
convinced Cap ’twas a waste o’ time, an’ Cap agreed with him. The result
was we got orders from the superintendent not to include Howesport
harbor in our post.”
“Then no wonder the smugglers are takin’ advantage of it!” retorted
Mamie. “Amos says you can see ’em there any foggy night like tonight. He
thinks they’re from the _Seabright_.”
“Why doesn’t Amos report it, then?” Aubrey asked indignantly. “If not to
Cap, to one o’ the rest of us.”
“Aubrey, do you s’pose Amos wants trouble? Those smugglers might murder
him an’ Emma, livin’ apart from the village like they do. You mustn’t
even mention that I told you this, Aubrey, because Amos has left it with
you to do somethin’ about it yourself without lettin’ Cap into it. He
knows how Cap holds you down. It’s a chance for you, Aubrey, to capture
those smugglers an’ get full credit for it yourself without Cap
dictatin’ to you. Don’t you see?”
* * * * *
Aubrey saw. But not a chance to make a hero of himself. If those men
Amos had reported were real smugglers, there was a possibility that Cap
had a special reason for urging the discontinuance of the Howesport
harbor patrol. Though Cap appeared to be the soul of honor, one never
could tell.
If Aubrey should interfere with such an enterprise in which Cap was
directly concerned, a fine chance he would have of winning promotion,
dependingly largely, as he was, on Cap’s recommendation! Then too, he
knew the crew of the _Seabright_ were about as hard a bunch of
cutthroats as the Lord ever put breath into. Jansen’s flight on Salt
Marsh from one of them had been discreet if not valiant.
“It’s foggy tonight,” Mamie reminded him. “There couldn’t be a better
night to jump on them. An’ after that piece in the Boston paper,
Aubrey--”
“Amos an’ Emma are nervous,” he protested. “Livin’ alone like they do
apart from the village, they prob’ly imagine--”
“They _don’t_ imagine!” Mamie vigorously stamped her small foot. “The
least you can do is to investigate. Are you--afraid, Aubrey?”
“Afraid? Course I aint afraid! If old Amos wants me to soothe his nerves
by goin’ down there an’ lookin’ the ground over, I can do _that_ much to
pacify him. I’ll walk back to the station that way after I leave here,
an’--”
“Let’s not wait till then. Aubrey,” Mamie pleaded. “Let’s go _now_!”
Aubrey looked at her through narrowed eyes. “You aint in on this,
Mamie,” he declared. “You’ll stay right here. If Amos _shouldn’t_ be
misrepresentin’ it, an’ they turned out to be real smugglers from the
_Seabright_, it’d be no place for you when they ketch me spyin’ on ’em.”
“I _am_ goin’! I’ll go to Amos’ an’ call on Emma. You can escort me
there, then go down to the landin’ below the house. We’ll watch from the
upstairs window an’ telephone the station if you need help. Only I hope
you wont need it, Aubrey. I hope you can do it all yourself so’s Cap an’
Jansen wont come into it.”
“A lot you’ll see from the upstairs winder, a thick night like this,”
scoffed Aubrey. “But if you’d rather go prowlin’ round Howesport harbor
than entertain me my night off--”
“Aubrey, you know better’n that!” she rebuked him. “I’m doin’ all this
because--well, I’m sort of ashamed of that piece in the paper. An’ I
want you to show ev’ryone in Howesport that you aint a coward an’ never
was one.”
“Well, then come on!” Aubrey consented. Mamie ran upstairs, told her
mother she was going to Emma’s, put on her wraps, and with Aubrey went
out into the night.
* * * * *
Through the fog they walked down the sandy road to the harbor, talking
in half-whispers, Mamie hurrying three steps to his one to keep up with
him. The village clock dolefully tolled eight, its distant tones
sounding more funereal than ever in the leaden atmosphere.
They branched off at the side road to the two-story Swift homestead set
on a wooded hill overlooking Swift’s Landing on the sheltered little
beach below. A light burned downstairs in the parlor.
“Wait here till I’m inside,” whispered Mamie, reassuringly squeezing his
hand. “Then go to the landin’. If you need help, Aubrey, shout. We’ll be
listenin’, an’ we’ll telephone the station if you holler. Amos’ll come
down to help you while the crew’s gittin’ here.”
Aubrey laughed under his breath. Amos! A lot of help that timid old man
would be! Aubrey waited until the door of the ark on the hill opened and
closed, then descended the path to the landing.
Tiny waves lapped the fog-shrouded beach. Across the narrow strip of
water--not much wider than Salt Marsh Creek at high tide--two unoccupied
summer cottages bulked in the fog. To their right twinkled the kitchen
light of Reuben Nickerson’s farmhouse, and a restless cow mooed in the
stable behind it. A fine place for smugglers to operate! Why, they’d be
just as likely to run their contraband ashore directly in front of
Santuck station under the very noses of the crack crew of Cape Cod!
Lord--if the boys at the station ever learned that he’d snooped around
looking for smugglers at Swift’s Landing, he’d never hear the last of
it! It would be a standing joke at the station.
Aubrey withdrew from the beach to the stunted pines of the upland, and
seated himself on an overturned dory. Far down the harbor mouth the fog
whistle of Narrow Point lighthouse groaned intermittently. There was a
chill in the air--a damper, clammier cold than he experienced in his
patrols on the wider, more exposed stretches of Santuck beach.
The drone of the fog whistle and the continual _lap-lap_ of the waves
lulled him until he was half asleep. The village clock struck ten.
Somewhere out on the Atlantic outside Howesport harbor a motorboat
chugged. One of the coast-guard flotilla, most likely, combing the
waters inside the three-mile limit for the elusive _Seabright_.
Suddenly he arose from his seat and strained his eyes at the landing.
Out of the thickness loomed the bow of a dory. And astern of that dory
rode another. Two men in each, one rowing, the other standing in the
stern. And the oars of those dories were muffled!
Aubrey withdrew deeper into the stunted pines--just in time, for a
flashlight from the leading dory played on the beach, and a deep voice,
slightly hushed, sang out: “All right--straight ahead!”
The prow of the first dory scraped on the shore; then the second dory
came to rest on the sand beside it. The occupants of both boats stepped
into the water, and their sea-boots splashed as the dories were drawn up
higher.
“Hand us a crate, thar, Russ!” the deep voice called out. “We’ve got a
few more lobsters here ’n you have, I cal’late.”
A big arm shot up from a huge lumbering body, and with a thud a hand
proportionately large snatched a flying crate out of the air. Carefully
he and his smaller companion filled it with lobsters from the bottom of
the dory, while the smaller men of the other dory lugged several
lobster-laden crates ashore.
[Illustration: The watching Aubrey grumbled to himself. Amos’ “smugglers”
were harmless lobstermen!]
“I might ’a’ known ’twould turn out like this!” the watching Aubrey
grumbled to himself. For Amos’ “smugglers” were old Nathan Holway and
his three sons, harmless, industrious lobstermen who minded their own
business--which was more than Amos could say of himself. And to put
Aubrey in an even more ludicrous light if his presence there were
detected, they were cousins of Jansen.
The young surfman took a step back, to put more pines between himself
and the beach. But in doing so he stepped on an empty bottle, and it
burst with a loud tinkle under his boots.
“What the hell was that?” exclaimed Nathan, and the flashlight’s ray
penetrated the pines in which Aubrey was concealed.
“Thar he is--some one hidin’ in them pines!” the nasal tenor of Russ
Holway rang out. “Come out o’ that thicket, you! We see yuh!”
“I’ll be damned!” shouted his brother Enoch. “It’s Aubrey Sears!”
Recognized, Aubrey stepped out of his hiding-place and walked boldly
down to the landing. “Good ev’nin’,” he saluted the lobstermen. “Kinder
thick, aint it?”
“What’re ye doin’, snoopin’ round an’ spyin’ on us?” belligerently
roared old Nathan. “Can’t honest folks ’arn a livin’ ’thout some damned
coast-guard comin’ two miles off’n his post to peek at us?”
“P’raps he’s lookin’ for that feller he run away from on Salt Marsh,”
suggested Enoch, and his two brothers snickered.
* * * * *
That made Aubrey’s fighting blood heat up. “No matter why I’m here,” he
defied them, resolved to maintain his dignity even though he felt like a
fool. And he seized upon the salient feature of their landing: “You
might tell me why you was rowin’ with muffled oars.”
“Hear the brave bully boy o’ Santuck!” derided Russ. “He’s puttin’ us
under cross-examination. I don’t know as it’s any o’ his business why--”
“Shut up!” Nathan silenced his smart-aleck son. “This spotter’s a
low-down, cowardly whelp, but he’s a officer o’ the Fed’ral Gover’mint,
an’ must be treated with respec’ for the uniform he wears if nawthin’
else, even if he aint wearin’ it now,” he added suggestively. “The
reason we muffled our oars, Mr. Coast Guard,” he explained with mock
courtesy, “is that we didn’t want to distarb Amos Swift an’ Emma, bein’s
how we was kep’ out later’n usual by a strong tide after we’d hauled our
lobster pots.”
“Does that satisfy ye?” asked Fred, the youngest brother, nastily. “If
it don’t--”
“Close yer damned trap!” bellowed Nathan. And he turned again to Aubrey.
“Some day ye’ll git yer fool head busted, nosin’ round whar ye’ve no
call to be prowlin’,” he warned. “I’m goin’ to see Cap Cole ’bout this!”
“An’ seein’s how you’re wearin’ no uniform,” invited Russ, “I’d like to
take ye on for a little go right here, now, bare knuckles. I’d like
nawthin’ better’ll to fix ye up so’s ye wouldn’t have no ambition to
bother any more honest fishermen or runaway smugglers.”
Aubrey slipped out of his overcoat and the jacket of his best gray suit,
and threw them on the beach. “I’ll accommodate ye, Russ Holway!” he
shouted, assuming a defensive fighting attitude in which he had acquired
a little skill by boxing with Surfman Paty for recreation during leisure
moments at the station. “Come on!” he accepted the fisherman’s
challenge.
But Nathan stepped between them. “They’ll be no fist-fightin’ here!” he
declared. “Not but what you can lick him, Russ, but I don’t trust
skulkin’ coast guards that are licensed to carry firearms, specially if
they’re gittin’ the wust of it. Now, little coast-guard boy,” he taunted
Aubrey, “run along back to the station. It’s late, an’ me an’ my boys
want to git a night’s rest ’fore termorrer.”
“To hell with you an’ your rest!” retorted Aubrey. “You may be
law-abidin’, but you seem to forgit that it’s a coast-guard man you’re
makin’ fun of. An’ now that you’ve showed the service so little respec’,
I’m goin’ to assert my authority jist to show you who’s boss here. You
can postpone goin’ to bed until I’ve had a look at your lobsters--an’ a
good long look, too, by Godfrey!”
“Damned if ye will!” roared Nathan. “You aint in uniform. Here--git back
from that crate!”--as Aubrey bent and began to paw through the lobsters
in it.
Nathan rushed at Aubrey, but the surfman jumped nimbly to one side.
“I’ll warn ye--it’s the United States Gover’mint you’re foolin’
with--not me personal!” Aubrey cautioned the big fisherman.
Nathan stepped back. “Thar’s my dory,” he stood his ground, pointing to
the nearest boat, his face black with fury. “Now, young feller, I’ll
invite ye to tech my lobsters. I’ll see whether a young sprout who aint
in uniform’ll s’arch my property or not. If ye tech that dory, ye’ll do
it over my dead body!”
For a few seconds Aubrey hesitated. He knew he was nominally within his
authority, uniform or no uniform. Nor did the colossal strength and
fighting reputation of Nathan deter him. But he fully realized that no
matter what course of action he pursued now, he would emerge the loser.
Public sentiment would favor the Holways if they administered a sound
thrashing to him. And Cap would be sure to reprimand him for such
interference with law-abiding citizens, if not to take steps to have him
dropped from the service altogether.
But on the other hand, if he refused to search the dory, the Holways
would advertise their triumph, and he would be branded an even greater
coward than Jansen’s lie made him out to be.
In the midst of his reflections, while Nathan and his sons stood tense
and silent eagerly waiting for his next move, a twig snapped in the
upland. Nathan looked in that direction, and so did Aubrey. The gleam of
the flashlight disclosed Mamie, Amos and Emma hiding there, partly
shielded by the scrawny pines.
“Mamie--go back to the house!” shouted Aubrey.
But Mamie stepped out of her partial shelter, Emma following her on to
the beach, while Amos scrambled up the steep path in precipitate retreat
to the house.
“What are you waitin’ for, Aubrey?” asked Mamie, her eyes flashing, her
voice shrill with excitement. “Aint you goin’ to search that dory?”
Nathan laughed clownishly. “I cal’late your hero’s thinkin’ better of
it, Miss Weston,” he chuckled. “He knows tormented well that if he gits
hurt doin’ it, Cap Cole’ll back me an’ my boys up.”
“Then you’re goin’ to let Cap Cole scare you out o’ doin’ your duty,
Aubrey?” Mamie’s tone was ironically sweet. “Oh, if my father was only
here! I know what _he’d_ do!”
Aubrey clenched his fists, took a step forward--and another. He knew
what doughty old Cap Weston would do if he were alive and placed in such
a predicament. The hero of the wreck of the _David Rothwell_ would do
what he had set out to do, or die in the attempt!
Straight for the dory Aubrey marched determinedly. He heard Nathan’s
bellow as he and his sons rushed to the attack.
Aubrey jumped back in time to avoid the headlong charge of Nathan, but
in doing so he collided with Russ. The eldest son had not recovered from
the impact when he received a terrific punch just above his waistline,
and he doubled up gasping for breath. Aubrey whirled on Fred and planted
a wicked wallop on that bewildered youth’s jaw. Like an infuriated bull
goaded by its tormentors in the ring, Aubrey faced Enoch, and after a
short exchange of blows, put a damper on the second son’s ardor by
delivering a haymaker to his nose.
Panting from his exertion, he turned to Nathan, who bore down on him
with lowered head and flying fists. The surfman sidestepped--but not
soon enough, for one of the fisherman’s blows found its mark on Aubrey’s
chin. Half dazed though he was, Aubrey countered with a right to the
giant’s jaw, which caused no more perceptible damage than birdshot to
the hide of a rhinoceros.
From that instant on, the fight was a rough-and-tumble, free-for-all,
and general rough-house. No chance for Aubrey to display any of the
science he had acquired boxing with Paty. He struck out blindly, saved
himself from his attackers by quick footwork, oppressed from all sides
at once. Blows light and heavy landed on his cheeks, chin, and jaws,
while he danced and dodged in the center of the melee, confused by the
odds against him, but keeping his antagonists on the jump by avoiding
dirty tactics on their part like tripping or kicking.
Then as they edged in closer, he broke through the ring surrounding him
and ran a few yards up the beach, where he faced them again. He launched
a right at Enoch which staggered that aggressive little bunch of wiry
sinews. But at the same time the coast-guard received a crushing punch
on the cheek from Russ. He managed, however, to dodge past Enoch and
escape from the circle which was forming around him again. And there,
his back to the harbor, some fifty yards upshore from the dories, once
more he defied the four oncoming fishermen.
* * * * *
Aubrey was breathing hard, his nose bleeding, cheeks and lips cut,
one eye closed, and his shirt flapping in shreds. Time and again he
broke clear; and the scene of battle shifted frequently up and down the
beach.
After one of Aubrey’s eel-like escapes, Nathan shoved his sons back and
faced the surfman alone. “Got--enough?” the huge lobsterman panted, his
leathery face daubed with blood, his thick lips split.
“Hell--no! I aint begun to fight yit!” Aubrey defied him. “Try it ag’in!
Come on, I’m askin’ ye!”
Russ and Enoch, battle-grimed and rent as to raiment, started for the
cornered surfman. But Nathan snatched Russ by the arm and flung him
back, and stepped between Enoch and Aubrey.
“You stay out o’ this!” he commanded his offspring. “This Sears--he
needs a dose o’ the medicine such as only one o’ my generation can hand
him. I’ll take care o’ him in the good old-fashioned way. You three go
back to the dories an’ see ’at no one swipes our lobsters.”
With a rush, the big fisherman resumed the conflict. Nathan was
fighting, now, with knees as well as fists--the kind of fighting the
old-time Yankee skippers resorted to when all other methods of subduing
refractory members of their crews failed. In his younger days Nathan
Holway had earned the nickname of “Bloody Nathan” from his proficiency
in this style of fighting. Aubrey had seen Cap Cole fight that way once
when he half killed a crazy-drunk sailor, so he knew what to expect.
He avoided Bloody Nathan by sidestepping, smashing left and right
uppercuts to the fisherman’s lowered face. But the endurance of that
hulk of bone and muscle was nothing short of marvelous, and he seemed to
be wholly unaffected.
Now and then Aubrey felt the impact of Bloody Nathan’s huge fist as it
smashed through his defense. Once Nathan’s knee caught the coast-guard
in the abdomen, and he doubled up, seeing black. But he pulled himself
together, and came back at his antagonist with a left to the jaw and a
right uppercut to the chin, and again avoided the rush of the
foul-fighting fisherman by sidestepping and smashing in with another
left and right.
The pace was beginning to tell on Nathan. Aubrey’s wind was less
expended, severely sapped though it was, for he didn’t waste energy in
headlong rushes. One of Bloody Nathan’s eyes was closed, and his
bleeding mouth lolled open. His lungs were wheezy and his knees shaky.
Then Aubrey rushed. He delivered a quick, swinging blow with his left
that smashed through the fisherman’s awkward defense and crashed upon
his bulbous nose. He groaned, and sank to the sand like a pole-axed
steer.
The fall of their parent seemed to fire the three sons with fresh zeal.
They pounced on Aubrey from all quarters, and he, his energy sapped by
his vigorous fray with their father, went down on the sand under them,
while they started to pummel him unmercifully.
But Aubrey twisted and squirmed clear of the three, leaving his
undershirt in their clutches, and upsetting Fred, recovered his footing.
He knew he was licked; the fight with Nathan had taken too much out of
him to go through it all over again with them. But no matter how badly
he was mauled, his was the satisfaction of making Bloody Nathan take the
count. Mamie, wherever she was, couldn’t accuse him of being a coward
now. Neither could Cap, whatever Cap would think of his judgment in
starting the affair.
He didn’t care about the Number One surfman’s job now. Nor did Mamie
seem a vital factor in his life. She had got him into this mess. It
would be interesting to find out whether she would stick to him or not
if the Number One job went to some one else.
* * * * *
He was standing again with his back to the harbor, the three sons of
Bloody Nathan facing him but not carrying the fight to him. Near by he
could make out Mamie trying to reach him, but Amos and Emma were holding
her back.
“Come on, yuh damned coward!” Aubrey taunted Russ.
“Come on yerself!” retorted Russ.
“Start somethin’!” squealed Enoch.
And Aubrey accepted the invitation by charging Russ, head down, blindly,
adopting Bloody Nathan’s method of attack--a method which had vindicated
itself in free-for-all fighting. Again and again he flailed his fists at
the fisherman’s eldest son, who gave no ground, but stood resigned to
his punishment, if punishment it really were which Aubrey, in his
exhausted state, was administering.
He was gripped by the shoulder and drawn firmly back, his fists fanning
the air.
“Sears--behave! You’ve gone fur enough with this!”
Aubrey weakly raised his head--and his one open eye took in Cap Cole,
holding his shoulder with one strong hand gripping what appeared to be
the cylindrical metal case of a beach-torch in the other.
“I aint--gone fur--enough!” Aubrey defied his commander, struggling
feebly and unsuccessfully to wrench himself loose. “I aint--_begun_--to
fight!”
“It’s all his doin’, Cap!” groaned Bloody Nathan, staggering out of the
fog to the Santuck commander, while his three sons retreated to the two
dories. “Sears interfered with us, Cap--in the name o’ the
coast-guard--out o’ spite to keep us from gittin’ a decent night’s
rest--him in plain clothes--with no authority--”
“Why are you makin’ such a spectacle o’ yerself ag’inst a law-abidin’
citizen like Nathan?” Cole severely questioned the young surfman. “It’s
a good thing Amos Swift called me up an’ told me you was in hot water at
the landin’, judgin’ by the loud talk he heard. If you had your pistol
here, I cal’late they’d ’a’ been murder committed--with you in your
present frame o’ mind. If Jansen wa’n’t on patrol an’ he’d come here
with me--”
“Yeah,” Aubrey flung back. “It’s always Jansen. ’Twas him that lied
about me that night on Salt Marsh. An’ you’re no better’n he is, to
b’lieve him, an’ send that lyin’ report to the superintendent!” He
reached into his hip pocket, drew an automatic pistol, and handed it to
Cap, holding it by the barrel. “Here’s my gun, Cap,” he said. “It’s been
in my pants pocket all durin’ the scrap.”
Cap accepted the weapon without comment, relinquishing his grip on
Aubrey’s shoulder.
“I’m through with the damn’ coast-guard an’ Santuck!” Aubrey thus kicked
over the traces and stove in the dashboard. “Through with you, an’
Jansen, an’ your lies ’bout me. I’m going to sea--inland--_anywhere_ to
git away from you two. I told you the truth that night on Salt Marsh.
An’ what did _you_ do? You believed what Jansen told yuh, an’ worse’n
that--you put it in the report to headquarters, an’ it got in the paper.
I done tonight what I set out to do--I’ve got _that_ much satisfaction
out of it, no matter how big a fool you an’ the Howesport folks call
me!”
A small hand tenderly dabbed at his empurpled eye with a tiny
handkerchief.
“Good for you, Aubrey!” Mamie applauded. “We wont change our plans a
mite, Aubrey, you ’n’ me. We’ll git along somehow--I’ll go through
anything to make you happy.” She turned savagely on Cap. “The idea o’
you belittlin’ my Aubrey after he’s been--so brave--” A sob choked her.
* * * * *
But Cap laughed, and again laid his hand on Aubrey’s shoulder. “You’re
_not_ goin’ to leave the coast-guard, Sears!” he declared. “You’re goin’
to be the nex’ Number One surfman at Santuck station, if I have anything
to say about it--an’ I cal’late I will! You don’t s’pose for a minute
that I believed Jansen after he put that piece in the Boston paper, do
ye? That wa’n’t what I reported to the superintendent. I didn’t mention
your name in that report. An’ when I seen that newspaper, I telephoned
it to find out where they got the information, an’ they said ‘From
Jansen.’ He didn’t have no authority to put that in without gittin’ me
to endorse it. It’s an open vi’lation o’ discipline, an’ it’s proof to
me that he aint to be trusted. An’ he wont command Sandy Holler if _I_
c’n help it, by golly!”
“Then why didn’t you tell Aubrey that today?” indignantly asked Mamie.
“Because,” Cap replied, “I wanted to have somethin’ better to report to
the superintendent ’bout Sears before I recommended him for Jansen’s
place. An’ I cal’lated the best way to stir him up so’s I could do that
would be to make him think he’s wuth less’n a healthy damn, an’ git his
fightin’ dander up.”
* * * * *
“I can’t see whar he _is_ wuth more’n that,” spoke up Nathan, who had
recovered sufficiently from his mauling to listen interestedly to the
conversation of Mamie and Cap. The glare of a flashlight down the beach
revealed through the thinning fog the fisherman’s three sons and four
uniformed men of the Santuck crew grouped near the dories. “D’you
coast-guard folks promote brave surfmen who pick on harmless fishermen
an’ damn’ nigh beat the tar out of ’em?” he sneered.
“No--not for beatin’ up _harmless_ fishermen,” countered Cap. “But for
molestin’ them engaged in _this_ kind o’ fishin’.” He held up the metal
cylinder.
Nathan swayed drunkenly when he looked at it, “Oh, hell!” he moaned. “I
was dependin’ on Russ an’ the boys to take care o’ that!”
“You was too busy fightin’--you an’ your boys, Nathan--to notice my
Santuck boys searchin’ your lobsters,” explained Cap. “This tube is full
of opium. I’m familiar with it--it’s the same kind the _Seabright’s_
been runnin’ ashore. Now I cal’late I know why Jansen advanced such good
argymints to me to discontinue the Howesport harbor patrol. I cal’late
his examination in court--an’ yourn, too, Nathan--will be real
interestin’!”
“Hereafter, Sears,”--he turned to Aubrey,--“what you say at Santuck
station _goes_! That’s final!”
[Transcriber’s note: This story appeared in the February, 1930 issue
of _The Blue Book_ magazine.]
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