Tales of the Fish Patrol

I looked over my prisoners, who had crowded into the cabin and on top of it. 'I can take three,' I answered.

'Make it four,' he suggested, 'and I'll take Bill with me.' (Bill was the third patrolman.) 'We haven't elbow room here, and in case of a scuffle one white to every two of them will be just about the right proportion.'

The exchange was made, and the salmon boat got up its spritsail and headed down the bay toward the marshes off San Rafael . I ran up the jib and followed with the Reindeer . San Rafael , where we were to turn our catch over to the authorities, communicated with the bay by way of a long and tortuous slough, or marshland creek, which could be navigated only when the tide was in. Slack water had come, and, as the ebb was commencing, there was need for hurry if we cared to escape waiting half a day for the next tide.

But the land breeze had begun to die away with the rising sun, and now came only in failing puffs. The salmon boat got out its oars and soon left us far astern. Some of the Chinese stood in the forward part of the cockpit, near the cabin doors, and once, as I leaned over the cockpit rail to flatten down the jib-sheet a bit, I felt some one brush against my hip pocket. I made no sign, but out of the corner of my eye I saw that the Yellow Handkerchief had discovered the emptiness of the pocket which had hitherto overawed him.

To make matters serious, during all the excitement of boarding the junks the Reindeer had not been bailed, and the water was beginning to slush over the cockpit floor. The shrimp-catchers pointed at it and looked to me questioningly.

'Yes,' I said. 'Bime by, allee same dlown, velly quick, you no bail now. Sabbe?'

No, they did not 'sabbe,' or at least they shook their heads to that effect, though they chattered most comprehendingly to one another in their own lingo. I pulled up three or four of the bottom boards, got a couple of buckets from a locker, and by unmistakable sign-language invited them to fall to. But they laughed, and some crowded into the cabin and some climbed up on top.

Their laughter was not good laughter. There was a hint of menace in it, a maliciousness which their black looks verified. The Yellow Handkerchief, since his discovery of my empty pocket, had become most insolent in his bearing, and he wormed about among the other prisoners, talking to them with great earnestness.

Swallowing my chagrin, I stepped down into the cockpit and began throwing out the water. But hardly had I begun, when the boom swung overhead, the mainsail filled with a jerk, and the Reindeer heeled over. The day wind was springing up. George was the veriest of landlubbers, so I was forced to give over bailing and take the tiller. The wind was blowing directly off Point Pedro and the high mountains behind, and because of this was squally and uncertain, half the time bellying the canvas out, and the other half flapping it idly.

George was about the most all-round helpless man I had ever met. Among his other disabilities, he was a consumptive, and I knew that if he attempted to bail, it might bring on a hemorrhage. Yet the rising water warned me that something must be done. Again I ordered the shrimp-catchers to lend a hand with the buckets. They laughed defiantly, and those inside the cabin, the water up to their ankles, shouted back and forth with those on top.

'You'd better get out your gun and make them bail,' I said to George.

But he shook his head and showed all too plainly that he was afraid. The Chinese could see the funk he was in as well as I could, and their insolence became insufferable. Those in the cabin broke into the food lockers, and those above scrambled down and joined them in a feast on our crackers and canned goods.

'What do we care?' George said weakly.

I was fuming with helpless anger. 'If they get out of hand, it will be too late to care. The best thing you can do is to get them in check right now.'

The water was rising higher and higher, and the gusts, forerunners of a steady breeze, were growing stiffer and stiffer. And between the gusts, the prisoners, having gotten away with a week's grub, took to crowding first to one side and then to the other till the Reindeer rocked like a cockle-shell. Yellow Handkerchief approached me, and, pointing out his village on the Point Pedro beach, gave me to understand that if I turned the Reindeer in that direction and put them ashore, they, in turn, would go to bailing. By now the water in the cabin was up to the bunks, and the bed-clothes were sopping. It was a foot deep on the cockpit floor. Nevertheless I refused, and I could see by George's face that he was disappointed.

'If you don't show some nerve, they'll rush us and throw us overboard,' I said to him. 'Better give me your revolver, if you want to be safe.'

'The safest thing to do,' he chattered cravenly, 'is to put them ashore. I, for one, don't want to be drowned for the sake of a handful of dirty Chinamen.'

'And I, for another, don't care to give in to a handful of dirty Chinamen to escape drowning,' I answered hotly.

'You'll sink the Reindeer under us all at this rate,' he whined. 'And what good that'll do I can't see.'

'Every man to his taste,' I retorted.

He made no reply, but I could see he was trembling pitifully. Between the threatening Chinese and the rising water he was beside himself with fright; and, more than the Chinese and the water, I feared him and what his fright might impel him to do. I could see him casting longing glances at the small skiff towing astern, so in the next calm I hauled the skiff alongside. As I did so his eyes brightened with hope; but before he could guess my intention, I stove the frail bottom through with a hand-axe, and the skiff filled to its gunwales.

'It's sink or float together,' I said. 'And if you'll give me your revolver, I'll have the Reindeer bailed out in a jiffy.'

'They're too many for us,' he whimpered. 'We can't fight them all.'

I turned my back on him in disgust. The salmon boat had long since passed from sight behind a little archipelago known as the Marin Islands , so no help could be looked for from that quarter. Yellow Handkerchief came up to me in a familiar manner, the water in the cockpit slushing against his legs. I did not like his looks. I felt that beneath the pleasant smile he was trying to put on his face there was an ill purpose. I ordered him back, and so sharply that he obeyed.

'Now keep your distance,' I commanded, 'and don't you come closer!'

'Wha' fo'?' he demanded indignantly. 'I t'ink-um talkee talkee heap good.'

'Talkee talkee,' I answered bitterly, for I knew now that he had understood all that passed between George and me. 'What for talkee talkee? You no sabbe talkee talkee.'

He grinned in a sickly fashion. 'Yep, I sabbe velly much. I honest Chinaman.'

'All right,' I answered. 'You sabbe talkee talkee, then you bail water plenty plenty. After that we talkee talkee.'

He shook his head, at the same time pointing over his shoulder to his comrades. 'No can do. Velly bad Chinamen, heap velly bad. I t'ink-um—'

'Stand back!' I shouted, for I had noticed his hand disappear beneath his blouse and his body prepare for a spring.

Disconcerted, he went back into the cabin, to hold a council, apparently, from the way the jabbering broke forth. The Reindeer was very deep in the water, and her movements had grown quite loggy. In a rough sea she would have inevitably swamped; but the wind, when it did blow, was off the land, and scarcely a ripple disturbed the surface of the bay.

'I think you'd better head for the beach,' George said abruptly, in a manner that told me his fear had forced him to make up his mind to some course of action.

'I think not,' I answered shortly.

'I command you,' he said in a bullying tone.

'I was commanded to bring these prisoners into San Rafael ,' was my reply.

Our voices were raised, and the sound of the altercation brought the Chinese out of the cabin.

'Now will you head for the beach?'

This from George, and I found myself looking into the muzzle of his revolver—of the revolver he dared to use on me, but was too cowardly to use on the prisoners.

My brain seemed smitten with a dazzling brightness. The whole situation, in all its bearings, was focussed sharply before me—the shame of losing the prisoners, the worthlessness and cowardice of George, the meeting with Le Grant and the other patrol-men and the lame explanation; and then there was the fight I had fought so