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yacht was careering madly over the bight； and now and again
yielding a little bit to control in a desperate effort to make
Benicia。
The owner forgot his seasickness long enough to look anxious。 The
speck of a boat grew larger and larger； till we could see Big Alec
and his partner； with a turn of the sturgeon line around a cleat；
resting from their labor to laugh at us。 Charley pulled his
sou'wester over his eyes； and I followed his example； though I
could not guess the idea he evidently had in mind and intended to
carry into execution。
We came foaming down abreast of the skiff； so close that we could
hear above the wind the voices of Big Alec and his mate as they
shouted at us with all the scorn that professional watermen feel
for amateurs； especially when amateurs are making fools of
themselves。
We thundered on past the fishermen； and nothing had happened。
Charley grinned at the disappointment he saw in my face； and then
shouted：
〃Stand by the main…sheet to jibe！〃
He put the wheel hard over； and the yacht whirled around
obediently。 The main…sheet slacked and dipped； then shot over our
heads after the boom and tautened with a crash on the traveller。
The yacht heeled over almost on her beam ends； and a great wail
went up from the seasick passengers as they swept across the cabin
floor in a tangled mass and piled into a heap in the starboard
bunks。
But we had no time for them。 The yacht； completing the manoeuvre；
headed into the wind with slatting canvas； and righted to an even
keel。 We were still plunging ahead； and directly in our path was
the skiff。 I saw Big Alec dive overboard and his mate leap for our
bowsprit。 Then came the crash as we struck the boat； and a series
of grinding bumps as it passed under our bottom。
〃That fixes his rifle；〃 I heard Charley mutter； as he sprang upon
the deck to look for Big Alec somewhere astern。
The wind and sea quickly stopped our forward movement； and we began
to drift backward over the spot where the skiff had been。 Big
Alec's black head and swarthy face popped up within arm's reach；
and all unsuspecting and very angry with what he took to be the
clumsiness of amateur sailors； he was hauled aboard。 Also he was
out of breath； for he had dived deep and stayed down long to escape
our keel。
The next instant； to the perplexity and consternation of the owner；
Charley was on top of Big Alec in the cockpit； and I was helping
bind him with gaskets。 The owner was dancing excitedly about and
demanding an explanation； but by that time Big Alec's partner had
crawled aft from the bowsprit and was peering apprehensively over
the rail into the cockpit。 Charley's arm shot around his neck and
the man landed on his back beside Big Alec。
〃More gaskets！〃 Charley shouted； and I made haste to supply them。
The wrecked skiff was rolling sluggishly a short distance to
windward； and I trimmed the sheets while Charley took the wheel and
steered for it。
〃These two men are old offenders；〃 he explained to the angry owner；
〃and they are most persistent violators of the fish and game laws。
You have seen them caught in the act； and you may expect to be
subpoenaed as witness for the state when the trial comes off。〃
As he spoke he rounded alongside the skiff。 It had been torn from
the line； a section of which was dragging to it。 He hauled in
forty or fifty feet with a young sturgeon still fast in a tangle of
barbless hooks； slashed that much of the line free with his knife；
and tossed it into the cockpit beside the prisoners。
〃And there's the evidence； Exhibit A； for the people；〃 Charley
continued。 〃Look it over carefully so that you may identify it in
the court…room with the time and place of capture。〃
And then； in triumph； with no more veering and yawing； we sailed
into Benicia； the King of the Greeks bound hard and fast in the
cockpit； and for the first time in his life a prisoner of the fish
patrol。
A RAID ON THE OYSTER PIRATES
Of the fish patrolmen under whom we served at various times；
Charley Le Grant and I were agreed； I think； that Neil Partington
was the best。 He was neither dishonest nor cowardly； and while he
demanded strict obedience when we were under his orders； at the
same time our relations were those of easy comradeship； and he
permitted us a freedom to which we were ordinarily unaccustomed； as
the present story will show。
Neil's family lived in Oakland； which is on the Lower Bay； not more
than six miles across the water from San Francisco。 One day； while
scouting among the Chinese shrimp…catchers of Point Pedro； he
received word that his wife was very ill； and within the hour the
Reindeer was bowling along for Oakland； with a stiff northwest
breeze astern。 We ran up the Oakland Estuary and came to anchor；
and in the days that followed； while Neil was ashore； we tightened
up the Reindeer's rigging； overhauled the ballast； scraped down；
and put the sloop into thorough shape。
This done； time hung heavy on our hands。 Neil's wife was
dangerously ill； and the outlook was a week's lie…over； awaiting
the crisis。 Charley and I roamed the docks； wondering what we
should do； and so came upon the oyster fleet lying at the Oakland
City Wharf。 In the main they were trim； natty boats； made for
speed and bad weather； and we sat down on the stringer…piece of the
dock to study them。
〃A good catch； I guess；〃 Charley said； pointing to the heaps of
oysters； assorted in three sizes； which lay upon their decks。
Pedlers were backing their wagons to the edge of the wharf； and
from the bargaining and chaffering that went on； I managed to learn
the selling price of the oysters。
〃That boat must have at least two hundred dollars' worth aboard；〃 I
calculated。 〃I wonder how long it took to get the load？〃
〃Three or four days；〃 Charley answered。 〃Not bad wages for two men
… twenty…five dollars a day apiece。〃
The boat we were discussing； the Ghost； lay directly beneath us。
Two men composed its crew。 One was a squat； broad…shouldered
fellow with remarkably long and gorilla…like arms； while the other
was tall and well proportioned； with clear blue eyes and a mat of
straight black hair。 So unusual and striking was this combination
of hair and eyes that Charley and I remained somewhat longer than
we intended。
And it was well that we did。 A stout； elderly man； with the dress
and carriage of a successful merchant； came up and stood beside us；
looking down upon the deck of the Ghost。 He appeared angry； and
the longer he looked the angrier he grew。
〃Those are my oysters；〃 he said at last。 〃I know they are my
oysters。 You raided my beds last night and robbed me of them。〃
The tall man and the short man on the Ghost looked up。
〃Hello； Taft；〃 the short man said； with insolent familiarity。
（Among the bayfarers he had gained the nickname of 〃The Centipede〃
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