brown’s basin was off the beaten track, even nautically speaking. one could never have found it except by the merest chance, unless one were fortunate enough to have a companion who was familiar with it. the rivermen knew, perhaps knew too well, as did the police who preferred to get no closer to the colony than the shadowy inlet which sulks silently in the daylight hours and strangely springs to life under cover of the blackest nights.

the basin, as it is more familiarly known, thrives under the protection of the lofty palisades. in summer the foliage all but hides it from the shore, and in winter the grim, gray rocks give it ample security from the prying eyes of the world. and the basin wishes that security, for the character of the residents is such that secrecy and isolation provide the means for their livelihood and their existence.

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perhaps half a hundred derelict barges dot the slimy mud banks of the basin, some of them occupied and some not. but on the whole the combined population of this sordid looking place represents a fair number and on bright, sunlit mornings one can get an occasional glimpse from the steep river road of poorly clad children scrambling from one to the other of the closely packed barges, much the same as they would scramble across city streets.

large planks connect the sprawling hulks in a sort of interminable chain and the denizens can traverse the entire settlement by this means. more often than not the family laundry waving in the damp river breeze on the forward deck must be dodged by this strolling citizenry, but they are quite used to all forms of adroit evasion, particularly where the law is concerned.

it was into this little lawless colony that the minnie m. baxter was towed. sunset had long since gone, leaving but a hint of vermilion colored sky at the horizon as the kicker chugged silently farther and farther into the muddy waters of the inlet. skippy steered the motor-boat and toby dare struggled at the tiller of the barge while most of the colonists looked on indifferently. they sprawled about on the various decks, men, women and children.

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criticism, both friendly and otherwise, reached toby dare’s sensitive ears, but he paid little heed, using his own judgment as to a suitable spot in which to rest the ill-fated barge. it was a spot at the very edge of the basin that he chose and so manifest was its isolation from the rest of the colony that but one inference could be drawn: toby dare did not intend his son or himself to be drawn into that maelstrom of dubious citizenry. his grief over the recent misfortune in no way blunted his keen senses and, as always, skippy’s future welfare was uppermost in his mind.

“they’re people what ain’t partic’lar ’bout things, sonny,” he explained while the minnie m. baxter was settling in the mud. “they—well, they can’t help it, but they’re folks what ain’t carin’ whether their boys is fetched up right or not. they jest let their kids live day after day sorta an’ they don’t think uv next year. me, i’m always a-thinkin’ ’bout you a year ahead—see? so it ain’t no use botherin’ with folks what thinks different.”

“i see, pop,” said skippy looking musingly into the rust-colored water. “you know all about ’em, huh?”

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“more’n they know themselves, sonny. ain’t they slaves fer ol’ flint same as i was? only i did more uv his high class dirty work. i overseed ’em load an’ unload the stuff fer ol’ flint an’ it paid enough ter keep my sonny in a shack ashore where he didn’t see his pop helpin’ ter beat the law. now when i thought i was through with that an’ ready ter give yer a clean, honest start—where am i?” he buried his face in his hands.

skippy touched his father on the shoulder with a trembling hand.

“aw, pop—forget it, huh? i can help soon too, can’t i? when i get my workin’ papers i can. i’ll even go to night school an’ i’ll be honest an’ like a gentleman just the same as if the minnie m. baxter wasn’t condemned an’ we could haul garbage an’ ashes an’ make plenty.” he was quite exhausted by this lengthy declaration but his eyes were full of shining hope.

toby dare raised his head.

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“yer a-meanin’ well, sonny, but yer ain’t got no idea how hard it is ter do anythin’ without a little money. besides, it sort uv taints a man’s own fam’ly even, when he’s worked fer ol’ flint. decent, honest shipowners give a man the go-by when they find out yer been a flint man. yer blackballed, in other words, sonny—see? yer ain’t given no chance ter work at an honest job no matter how bad yer want to. an’ i can’t do nothin’ but river work an’ the like—i ain’t never done nothin’ else! the only thing fer a man like me ter do was ter try an’ go on his own hook like i meant ter do with the minnie m. baxter. now i can’t do that unless—unless....” his large, yellow teeth seemed to close over the word hopefully.

“unless what, pop?” skippy asked eagerly.

“unless i kin make him give me back my money an’ i kin buy another minnie m. baxter.” he choked a little and shook his disheveled head. “but that’s too much ter hope fer, skippy. ol’ flint’s never been known ter give anythin’ back—it’s me that oughta know that. i was a fool ter think he could be honest with me—me, a poor workman uv his. why, ol’ flint’s bragged he’d skin anybody what was fool enough ter be skinned.”

skippy shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other.

“so then will you go to a lawyer like inspector jones told you? to please me, pop, will you?”

“i’m a-goin’ nowheres but ter see ol’ flint,” answered toby hoarsely. “that swell yacht uv his is anchored in the bay an’ he’s livin’ aboard it durin’ this hot spell so i know where ter find him after workin’ hours. he ain’t only ten years older ’n me an’ he’s in good condition an’ jest my size so....”

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“pop—pop, you got fight on your mind an’ it’s just the way inspector jones warned you not to go to see mr. flint! besides, it ain’t gonna be half bad here till we can think up sumpin’ else to do. forget about mr. flint if you’re jus’ thinkin’ of him on accounta me. i’ll be all right——”

“i’ll forget anythin’ ’ceptin’ that ol’ flint’s cheated me with a grin on his slick face,” said toby dare with an ominous softness in his voice. “so i’m a-goin’ ter teach him a lesson, skippy—i’m a-goin’ ter teach him that toby dare can’t be cheated outa everythin’ he’s hoped fer, fer years, without hittin’ back. yessir, ol’ flint’s gotta learn what it means ter cheat me!”

“pop—pop! you ain’t goin’—honest?”

“i am. i’m a-goin’ sure as guns.”

“when—when you goin’, pop?”

“tonight!”