Among the River Pirates

Among the River Pirates

Hugh Lloyd

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The shabby old motor boat moved slowly up the river towing an equally shabby old barge. Dilapidated and unpainted as the hull was, the engine was well muffled—suspiciously well muffled—and the disreputable looking craft moved through the water with all the noiseless dignity of a yacht.

Among the River Pirates CHAPTER I UPSTREAM

The shabby old motor boat moved slowly up the river towing an equally shabby old barge. Dilapidated and unpainted as the hull was, the engine was well muffled-suspiciously well muffled-and the disreputable looking craft moved through the water with all the noiseless dignity of a yacht.

A ferry-boat paused midway of the long tow rope and its commuters, crowded on the forward deck, watched this slow-moving procession with some show of annoyance. Not a few impatient remarks rose loud and clear above the hum of the restless crowd, directed at the head of a man seated in the stern of the boat, calmly puffing on a pipe. Aft on the barge, a young boy was wrestling heroically with the tiller, trying to keep the lumbering hulk head on.

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Slowly they crawled upstream. On their left was the precipitous Jersey shore, and on their right the towering buildings of the great city. Over the water the late afternoon sun spread a warm, mellow glow and touched with gold the myriad windows of the clustering skyscrapers across the river.

The man knocked out his pipe with calm deliberation and turned his wide, gray eyes to the lofty Palisades, now bathed in a dazzling crimson. Then slowly his glance wandered back to where the shimmering light fell across the little shanty on the barge and picked out in hold relief the incongruously new and shining letters, Minnie M. Baxter.

A smile lighted up his lined, weary features, a smile of pride in ownership.

"She ain't so bad fer the old battle-axe that she is, hey Skippy?" he called to the boy.

The boy's tousled head appeared from around the battered cabin.

"I'll say she ain't, Pop," he answered. "An' she's ours! Gee, I can't believe my pop really an' truly owns a whole barge!"

The man laughed, then listened for a moment to a significant sound emanating from the muffled engine.

"That there front cylinder's missin' agin, Skippy," he shouted. "Loop 'er in that there ring; the tide's runnin' out now so she'll stand upstream. Set 'er even 'n' come aboard here."

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The boy nodded obediently and with an end of rope fastened the old tiller to a rusty ring. Then, hurrying forward, he jumped into the water and grasping the taut tow line, pulled himself hand over hand and scrambled over the stern of the launch.

The father put out a large, work-worn hand and helped him in with a tenderness that was surprising in one so rough and uncouth looking.

"Gimme that there shirt and them shoes while I hang 'em near the engine," he said, his voice soft with affection. "Ye'll be gettin' a bad throat agin." He made no demand for the boy's trousers, which were the only other article of apparel that the little fellow wore.

Having spread the clothing to dry and adjusted the rebellious motor, the man returned to the stern. He relighted his pipe and sat down with an arm about his son.

"I'll steer her fer a while, Pop," said Skippy.

For a few minutes there was silence.

"Yer glad we're goin' straight?" the man asked with a sudden move of his arm on the boy's shoulder.

Skippy's eyes widened and he looked up at his parent, hesitantly.

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"I mean yer glad we're goin' straight-in a straight racket, I mean? Now there ain't goin' to be no more worry about coppers. I won't care if they're floatin' all over the harbor an' I won't be worryin' about no pinches. A man don't ever think uv bein' pinched when his racket's on the up and up. An' that's me from now on. I said when I got three hunderd saved I'd buy a barge an' not touch no more shady rackets. An' I have! Three hunderd-every penny we had in the world, sonny, I paid Josiah Flint fer the Minnie M. Baxter. She's worth every dime uv it."

Skippy nodded gravely.

"An'll that help me t' be honest when I grow up, too," he asked eagerly, "an' be like-like a gentleman even?"

"Sure, Skippy. Ain't that just why I saves up an' buys the Minnie M. Baxter? So's yer kin grow up clean an' honest like-that's why I done Josiah Flint's dirty work fer his dirty money! So's I could save an' buy this ol' battle-axe an' give yer a good an' a clean start."

"But we're gonna carry garbage an' ashes on her," said Skippy. "That ain't so clean exactly, is it, Pop?"

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"Garbage an' ashes'll bring in clean money, Skippy-that's what I'm talkin' about-clean money. Since yer ma died I ain't had many real honest like jobs. It's been hard ter git 'em with yer needin' me with yer so much counta yer bad throat. Anyways the money come easier an' quicker on my jobs even if it was dirty an' now I'm all through with gettin' it shady like."

"An' my throat's lots better'n it usta be, Pop," said Skippy eagerly. "I ain't had a bad one for three months'n over."

"Sure, I know. Everthin'll be jake now with us goin' straight. Ol' Flint, let him have his dirty money an' his fine yacht. It's a wonder he gets so generous an' sells me such a good scow fer three hunderd smackers. Everybody says he's such a money-pincher he'd even try makin' money on a rusty nail."

"A regular miser, huh, Pop?" said Skippy. "Maybe he felt sorry about you savin' all that money so's you could get a clean business. Did he say the Minnie M. Baxter's a good barge for haulin' garbage an' ashes?"

"Sure. He boosted her hisself when I tells him I wants a good scow. An' he oughta know, him that owns more scows'n he can count."

"Gee, three hunnerd dollars-real money," mused the boy.

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"Sure, but not for no scow like this one. Brand new ones cost four times that. Big Joe Tully paid Ol' Flint five hunderd fer his an' Joe cleaned up two thousand bucks on the first year. He tole me that fer a fact."

"But ain't Big Joe Tully doin' sumpin' for Mr. Flint now?" Skippy asked.

"Big Joe can't keep away from dirty money," replied the man. "He wants to get rich quick. Not me, though. I can keep away from Ol' Flint from now on, an' what's more, I will!"

"Gee, I know you will, Pop," said the boy, with shining eyes. "You're not like-well, you're different from old Mr. Flint an' that Big Joe."

The father ran his hand over his son's tousled head and gripped a handful of the straight brown hair affectionately.

"That cabin ain't goin' ter make us no bad little shack, hey Skippy?" he said nodding toward the little square shelter aft.

"She's swell inside-for a barge, I mean. Three bunks an' a nice oil stove an' a table an' chairs. Gee, that's a regular home, huh Pop? Even there's a kerosene lamp."

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"Sure. Yer can read books an' be nice and comfortable in there nights. That paint job," he said, scrutinizing it thoughtfully; "I ain't so fond uv that there red, rusty color. It's kinda gloomy. Well, we can repaint her sometime when we're makin' money. Blamed if that launch across stream ain't headin' straight this way."

"It's the harbor inspectors, Pop. Whadja s'pose...."

"Well, I got my license all ready, if that's what they're after. Anyways, we ain't got no stuff[1] aboard, so we should worry."

Skippy wondered and shivered a little. His father's services in the employ of the rich, unscrupulous Josiah Flint had brought a certain instinctive fear of all uniformed officials and the harbor inspectors were no exception. It was difficult for him to believe even now that these uniformed men meant no harm to his father.

Skippy had lived in the shadow of the law a little too long.

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“The shabby old motor boat moved slowly up the river towing an equally shabby old barge. Dilapidated and unpainted as the hull was, the engine was well muffled—suspiciously well muffled—and the disreputable looking craft moved through the water with all the noiseless dignity of a yacht.”
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CHAPTER I UPSTREAM

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CHAPTER II CONDEMNED

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CHAPTER III THE BASIN

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CHAPTER IV COMPROMISE

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CHAPTER V THE APOLLYON

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CHAPTER VI A STRANGE STORY

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CHAPTER VII FOR SKIPPY

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CHAPTER VIII ALONE

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CHAPTER IX A VISITOR

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CHAPTER X A SUGGESTION

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CHAPTER XI ALL OF A KIND

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CHAPTER XII DRIFTING

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CHAPTER XIII LIGHTS

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CHAPTER XIV THE BELL BUOY

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CHAPTER XV RESCUED

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CHAPTER XVI RIVER PEOPLE

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CHAPTER XVII MUGS

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CHAPTER XVIII BAD NEWS

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CHAPTER XIX DANGER

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CHAPTER XX A JOB

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CHAPTER XXI WHAT NEXT

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CHAPTER XXII BIG JOE'S IDEA

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CHAPTER XXIII ANOTHER JOB

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CHAPTER XXIV ANOTHER RESCUE

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CHAPTER XXV DAVY JONES

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CHAPTER XXVI THE ROCKS

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CHAPTER XXVII SUSPENSE

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CHAPTER XXVIII THE DUFFYS

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CHAPTER XXIX GOOD NEWS

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CHAPTER XXX BEASELL

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CHAPTER XXXI MOONLIGHT

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CHAPTER XXXII THE LAST OF THE BASIN

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CHAPTER XXXIII SKIPPY'S WISDOM

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CHAPTER XXXIV THE GREAT ADVENTURE

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