“Now tell me,” began Captain Stephens, “what do you know about those boys over there? Why didn’t these people bring out word to the settlement? What are you looking for here? Do you want me to blow your village off the rocks? Come, now, speak up, my good fellow, or you’ll mighty well wish you had!”
Suddenly Mr. Hazlett uttered an exclamation and sprang toward one of the natives who carried a rifle in his hand.
“That gun belonged to Jesse, the son of my neighbor Wilcox at Valdez!” he exclaimed. “Tell me where you got it, and how!”
As may be supposed, it was the Aleut chief whom he addressed, and the latter now engaged in a very anxious attempt at explanation. He declared at first that the boys had given him this rifle as a present; then he admitted that he had promised to take a message up to Kadiak, going on to say that he had intended to do this, but that his wife had been sick, that he had been kept at the village by many things, etc.
“He’s an old liar, without doubt,” said Captain Stephens. “Half of this band of natives down here are afraid to come to Kadiak because of the debts they owe the company store. They are wreckers, renegades, and thieves down here, and you can’t believe a word of them. I’ve half a mind to hang the lot of them at the yard-arm, and good riddance of them at that!”
The old chief understood something of what was going on, and now began to beg and blubber.
“Me good mans!” he repeated, beating on his chest.
“He says that he’s got a boy of his own over there with the others in Kaludiak Bay. He’s got a message written out by the boys, but the truth is he was afraid to go to town with it. Says the renegade Aleut over there was a good hunter, but a dangerous man—he stole their sacred whale harpoon here and made away with it—”
“But the message!” insisted Mr. Hazlett.