The other officer also
leaped to his feet and started in on the tattoo act. He just swung
around like a revolving wheel with distended cogs, and every time he
revolved down went one of the men, and Cad just stood up on the seat and
laughed. The laugh in fact had bounded over to the opposite side of the
cabin from where it first started. As the men who were downed attempted
to regain their feet they got it again, and got it good. The two
detectives having dropped the rascals with their fists gave them the
balance of their dose with leather, and they did leather them well,
kicking them over the floor of the cabin like stuffed bladders. The deck
hands heard the noise, ran to the doors, and taking in the situation
remained aloof. They were glad to see the rowdies get a whacking; glad
that for once the assailants had run up against the wrong crowd. The
rowdies bled and yelled, bled for their impertinence, yelled in dismay
and terror, for they feared they would be beaten to death. They pleaded
for mercy, and all the time the ferry boat kept on its way; and about
the time our friends had fun enough the boat slid into her slip, and
with a merry good-night to the discomfited and bleeding insulters Oscar
and his friends proceeded ashore.
On the day following the incidents we have recorded our hero, Wise, the
special, and several other officers held a consultation.
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