The Mystery of the LocksHowe, E. W. (Edgar Watson)
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The Mystery of the Locks
Howe, E. W. (Edgar Watson)
City and town life -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Mystery fiction; Nebraska -- Fiction
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Silas did not come up with Tug until he reached the vicinity of the
hotel, where a single street lamp burned all night, and while they were
hurrying along without speaking, the figure they were pursuing passed
quickly on the opposite side of the street from the hotel. The rays of
the lamp were so feeble that the figure was only a shadow; but they
easily recognized it as the one seen before--that of a man above the
medium height, enveloped in a long cloak, not unlike those worn by women
in wet weather, with a slouch hat pulled down over his face.
The two men hurried after it, but in the darkness they were frequently
compelled to stop and listen for the footsteps of the pursued, in order
to detect his course. Each time the echoes were more indistinct, for the
fellow was making good use of his legs; and in this manner they traced
his course to the river bank, near the ferry landing, where the
ferry-boat itself was tied up for the night. They concluded that the
fugitive had a skiff tied there somewhere, which he intended to use in
leaving the place, and, hurrying on board the ferry-boat, they rapped
loudly at the door of the little room on the upper deck where the crew
usually slept, with a view of procuring means of following.
The fellow who had charge of the ferry, a native of the low lands lying
along the river, was known as "Young Bill Young," although he greatly
desired that the people call him "Old Captain Young;" therefore both men
pounded vigorously on the door, and loudly called "Captain Young," as a
tribute to his vanity. "Captain Young" soon appeared, for he always
slept in a bunk with his clothes on, which he said reminded him of his
sea days, although he had never really seen any other water than that on
which he operated his ferry. As the two hurriedly explained to him that
they wanted a boat, Young Bill Young went to the lower deck, and
unlocked one that floated at the stern, and soon Tug and his friend were
pulling down the river with long strokes, for there were two pairs of
oars. Occasionally they stopped rowing to listen, but nothing could be
heard save the gentle ripple of the current; whereupon they worked with
greater vigor than before.
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