Five Cent Wide Awake Library (vol. 2) (1896 01 17)
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rT ve halt a cana to give you a good 2 YOUNG HARKAWAY IN TURKEY. YOUNG HARKAWAY IN TURKEY. CHAPTER IL 4 MOURNING THE ORPHAN—HIS APPARITION— CRUEL HOAX—RETALIATION—HUNTING FOR RUNAWAY SLAVES—TARRING AND FEATH- ERING—MAMMOTH BLACKBIRDS, * WuHiIte the events just related were occur- ring in the obscure Spanish port, Jack Hark- away, junior, and his friends were on their way down the Mediterranean, **I'm very sorry,” said Jack, upon the fol- lowing day, “that we have missed our old friend, the otphan.” They felt the want of some sort of a butt, be it remarked, to supply the place of genial, lying, bragging, affectionate old Isaac Mole. * al * * * * Now, while Jack and Harry Girdwood ‘were talking over the loss of r Figgins, Tinker and Bogey were sea’ astride the hatchway leading to the fore-cabin. ee ooked over the stairs and stared as wildly as if he had seen a ghost. f * Look hyar, Massa Tinker,” he whispered. * Whar? y “Down dere.” “4 rl PP Ps 8 r difficulty repressing his mirth, ** hyar’s gollop- = catawampus, thunderin’ great larks, ugh—up.” = What is it, Tinker?” demanded young ack, “ Hush, sar ; hold your blessed tongue, sar, d’rectly or sooner.” “* Well,” said his master, “‘ that’s polite.” “A gemman’s coming up, sar. Oh, my, sich larks. “Oh, sich larks !” repeated the black lad, * You nebber guess what.” “What larks do you mean?” asked Jack. “T believe you have been drinking , you ras- Notad sar,” protested the dar ae ing continued Jack. 7 in ker slid of his ly, and got just a safe distance 4 mes Backs bis “Thrashin’ nebber good sar. said the perso | siffer; berry ¥/ Quiet, you ugly ne FI venga lowly and unsuspecting: - 3 came 8 n ly up the hatchway. p He was not th of an in c- ular, nor did he be peg pee the bl. ~ boys or our hero, young Harkaway, who was standing close by with his friend Gird- wood, Half a dozen more and he was at the top of the com Mr. Fi knees, “ Murder !” cried Mr. Figgins, “I’m done ¥ “What are you doing with Mr, Figgins?” grinned Tinker, with | &' share, and it became known on board that a number of slaves had escaped, thanks to the common sense of a few English residents there, j Boats were put off, and a search ordered on board the ships riding at anchor along the coast, for those slaves were the property of the Bey of Tunis himself, and his highness = not the sort of man to tamely submit to a loss. Tinker heard the matter discussed, and he uaturally enough, for a gentleman of color, took a very lively interest in it, The orphan Figgins was there to communi- cate with them. ** Well, Bogey,” said he, wishing to have some fun with them, “ if er do send on board here to search for their slaves, they are very likely to insist upon taking you or Tink- r. “Not exactly,” said Tinker. “Oh, I don’t know,” said Mr. Figgins, seri- ously ; *‘ we mustn't be too sure.” “Dev couldn’t take dis chile. “Tt is not a question of that, Tinker,” said Figgins, ‘as for their power to take you, there isn’t much doubt about that. The only thing is, would they be merciful? Iam in- clined to think not.’ “ What?” “Dey can’t take me,” said Bogey, looking very frightened, ‘I’se not one ob dere nig- ers,” ‘That doesn’t matter, all niggers are alike —al] black cattle.” “The fact is, Bogey,” said the orphan, “I don’t want them to ecmie here and get hold of you, for if the captain did give you up—” “ He wouldn't. “You're wrong there. He'd sooner. give you up than get into any mess with the big- wigs here, and if he does, I shall miss my re- taliation. “Your what, sir?” “‘Tallyshun,” said Bogey. ‘‘ What the deb- il dat, sar?" = My chance for paying you out for the tricks you have played off on me, 3 x ta ah |” guffawed the two of them in chorus. e have larks wid you and hab more yet.” “Very funny,” said the orphan, with a vic- ious look. ‘‘ Well, I mean to tar and feather you for your larks.” “Oh, Massa Fi , you so big and strong sar—an’ so dig’ organs sar, You no hurt de poor nigger, sar?” “You'll see,” said Mr. Figgins; and he walked away. ; He went below, and bribed two of the sail- ors for some purpose or another, which only transpired later on. * * * * * * One of the crew came running up to where Tinker and ys “Tinker,” the sailor, ‘ you've only got time—they'll be on deck soon, *“ Who?” ; “And as for ng to put them off, why, it’s no more use nothing. Nat Cringle says that the skipper’s sure to give en up, the pair of you. He daren't refuse. But be- fore they could find out as you weren't theirs, ah be bowstrung or something of that nd, Tinker looked utterly dismayed as the went on, and as for Bogey, he was ready to give way now at the knees, Just at this moment Mr. Figgins came uw) hurriedly, and seemingly in a state of consid- exclaimed the captain. arabic oe fife s f 1a ea on hearing a friendly voice, |""s. Oh, my poor fellows,” he exclaimed, in a ‘And then he learned that instead of being state of great alarm apparently ; “* here they 1 by pirates, it was only the mis- rw Tinker and lee se eaacey tears, Knot oo bhaltesth, Seales Jack was standing close by, and with him tire ronaway sla ” ret od Mx Figgins, yas Harry Girdwood, grinning all over their)“ Oh, Jevusalem ?” gasped: Tinker ; how of- He chenged color na I iocken rather’ al 1 Deetenl F ejaculated Bogey § “beastly of- ish, and then he got up a faint grin, as if to aie i ; for it,” returned Mr. Fi join in the fun, Sy phate nse se irae war : he suid to himeclt, as he snesked off to his | ,,',Only to die or go into slavery,” added one cal ' = Massa Figgins, do save a miser- Dales Sere. eT Sep she a an’ I'll Dress you. Oh, 40, sah. Til ah ’ nebar no larks ag’in wid you, sar; s’‘help They had been the Straits of Gib- me golly, sar.” ralter some time, were lazily| ‘* You promise, Tinker?” said Mr. Figgins, along the when one day they| “Oh, yes, sar. Swear, then. “IT don't like to, sar.” fe « J ’ “Swear, I tell you. Do you know what an Oath is?” “ Yes, sar.” “Then swear.” “Tf I must, sar.” “©ertainly you must; I insist upon it.” “‘ Well, den, you’se a dam tief, a ugly old orphan, blarm ah; you—you——” *‘Stop—stop,” cried Mr. Figgins; “that’s not the sort of swearing I mean, I want you to take an oath that you will never again be- have so disgracefully to me. **T swear dat, sar. “i “Good ; then I'll try and save you, Tinker, ** An’ me, sar?” ** And you too, ag, 7 ““Bress your ‘art, Massa Figgins; you’se a good sort. “T hope so. Now down with you_ below. Go with him,” he added, pointing to the sail- or, “while I stop here and put them off if they insist upon going below. Off went the two darkies with the sailor. After a few moments the orphan went after them, and getting to the hatchway, he shuf- fled about a good deal, and made a rare lum- bering noise with his feet, so as to make it sound as though there were a whole host of people moving about. Then he ran nimbly down the companion ladder into the cabin, where Tinkerand Bogey . shivered up in a corner, hiding behind two big, barrels. a pf 1d payne Mr. Figgins, in a whisper; ‘they are coming.” “Whor “The Tunisians, in search of their slaves, who have escaped. { “ Dey ain’t gwine to come down hyar?” said Bogey, anxiously, “Yes; hark! Here they come.” “Oh, folly, Massa Figgins,” cried Tinker, I’se a dead un. Do go fetch Massa Hark- away. : “‘T have no time to find him. Where can I yt you ?” said Mr, Figgins, looking about him ‘or a hiding place. ‘* Why, here you are get into this barrel, both of you. In you Tinker obeyed with the greatest ty. He was followed by his man om But before Tinker had got to the fu aye. there came a ory fom the barrel that woul certainly have betrayed them had the search party from land been near at hand, “What is it?’ exclaimed Mr, Figgins, “You'll ruin all.” — \ * Dere’s suftin’ all wet and sticky like tar in- side dat barrel,” said Tinker, ** How unfortunate,” said the oe a sly look at the sailor, who stood besi “Out with you, creep into the next, for your life. ey scrambled in on all fours, and Mr, Fig- “ ¢ aged on yy head of oe poe uteven not satisfy them, for Tinker’s voice w: bean in loud com- laint, Pe What is it now?” said Mr. Figgins, “Dis barrel is chuck full ob feathers, sar.” * Well, they can’t hurt you.” ** No, but dey’s sticking to us, ’ca‘se ob dat oder muck—de tar.” “Well, what of that? Hush! I hearthem comi : y enough, the heavy tramp of foot- Ss steps was h on deck, en down the companion ladder three or four sailors came, led by Nat Cringle. They kicked up a rare hullabaloo, of them snapped with e him, Quick, the two niggers were concealed, and gave ita roll backwards and forwards, after which they departed. ' “Wow,” ejaculated Mr. Figgins, knocking off the lid. “* hi for your lives,” Tinker scrambled out and got up the com- panion ladder, followed by Bogey. ‘ Having little wegen Baw hey were cov- ered with feathers from to foot, ; The first barrel had been coated with tar, so that turn which way they would they could not esca ‘ e second barrel contained the Sania ee they had a, faced by one hy Mer of fing, a'perfoct storm of Inu re agers Aer * y saw that seiten been the victims of yee and one «- >» a ee wy. Then they seized hold of the barrel in which 4 blocked by Mn
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