Someone Is Hiding on Alcatraz Island
By Eve Bunting
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Eve Bunting
Eve Bunting was the beloved, award-winning author of more than two hundred and fifty books for young people, including the Caldecott Medal-winning Smoky Night, illustrated by David Diaz, The Wall, Fly Away Home, and Train to Somewhere.
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Someone Is Hiding on Alcatraz Island - Eve Bunting
CHAPTER 1
I suddenly saw the four of them, standing around the Human Jukebox. They were only a half a block away from me, but they hadn't seen me. I could still run. I could still get away. But any second now, one of them would look up—Cowboy or one of the other Outlaws—Maxie probably, because he was never still, his head always bobbing and his eyes tracking this way and that, looking for who was out to get him. Or more likely, for who he was out to get. Like me. Just because I'd done that one stupid thing. If only I could turn time back to when the Outlaws didn't know I existed.
Maxie was peering in the slot where the Human Jukebox's customers dropped the money for the tunes Human played for them. But any second now ... any second....
I tried to breathe deeply and not panic. Step back ... don't turn ... it's never wise to turn your back on the Outlaws. Maxie had moved from the Jukebox and was staring over the bay. He held his big, black radio close to his ear. Maxie always carried that gigantic, black box. His legs jiggled in time to whatever he heard, and his face had this stupid smile on it.
The usual tourist swarm on Fisherman's Wharf pushed around me. Plenty of people. People to hide me. A fat guy in a blue duffle coat was between me and the Outlaws, and I leaped back, right into a trestle table piled high with wooden flutes. The cardboard sign on the table wobbled and began to fall. INTERGALACTIC CHURCH OF GOD, it Said. SUPPORT OUR CAUSE.
Hey! You! Watch it!
The guy behind the table had long hair and a headband. He was grabbing for the sign, and it was me he was bellowing at.
The flutes slid off the table, rattling and clattering onto the ground. Who would have thought a bunch of rolling flutes could make this much noise? I tried to catch them, looked up, and saw Maxie's eyes jumping all over me. Oh no! Oh please!
He pointed, and Cowboy and Priest and Jelly Bean turned in my direction.
I dropped the flutes that had tumbled into my arms and began running. Behind me the guy from the Intergalactic Church of God screamed words that didn't sound very holy.
I was running hard, my breath hot in my throat. Running is the thing I do best. I was creaming past Francisco's and the Alioto Fish Company. The wind from the bay whipped the faded flags, making a snapping sound. Running through fish smells, through old ropey smells. Running, running. Tourists stopped to stare, to point, licking at ice-cream cones, spooning shrimp cocktail from dripping paper cups. Feet behind me, pounding.
Rud Daddy! Rud! Rud!
Jelly Bean's voice always sounds as if he has a stuffed up nose. My name is Danny, not Daddy. And he didn't need to tell me to run. I was running. But where? Where was there to run that they couldn't get me?
The fishing boats nosed the docks. A guy hosing the deck of one of them lifted his head to watch, and the stream of water rose and splashed over my tennis shoes. Past the wax museum and Ripley's Believe It Or Not. Where to run? They were going to corner me. Maxie would have his switchblade, and Jelly Bean the big, old buck knife he kept in a sheath on his belt. Priest would have his ice pick, the one he used to clean his nails. I turned my head. They were coming, Cowboy in front, his long legs eating up the space between us. I can run faster than fast, but his legs are twice as long as mine. They'd get me. They'd get me for sure.
The Balclutha, the big sailing ship, towered over me. A museum. I could run in there, maybe find a place to hide. There'd be guards. They always had guards in places like that. I'd tell them what was happening. They wouldn't let Maxie get me. I had money in my jeans. I fished for it, trying not to slow down. A dollar to get on. Maybe Cowboy and the others wouldn't have a dollar. They wouldn't be allowed on. Who was I kidding? Who would stop them? Not some guy in a sailor cap standing at the bottom of a gangplank. Cowboy would give one shove, and the guy would be only a splash in the water.
I raced along the pier, not tiring, but losing ground, and then I saw it ... the boat for Alcatraz.
The big motor cruiser was loaded to the gills for the trip to the island. Its motors began revving up. The dock men threw off the ropes. I thought about Cowboy's legs scissoring away the distance between us. Desperation gave me extra speed. Two fifty for a ticket. No time to pay, though. I pelted past the ticket booth, down the ramp.
Hey!
A guy in a blue uniform put out his arm to grab me. I slipped away from him.
Where's your ticket?
he bellowed. I threw three bucks on the ground at his feet. The wind blew one past him and he stretched for it. No time,
I screamed back. Gotta get ... on board.
You can't...
he began, but the wind took the rest of his sentence and tossed it away. I jumped. The distance between the boat and the dock was 'vider than I'd thought. My feet just made it, finding a toehold on the wooden deck outside the railing. My hands scrabbled too, clutching at the rail. I climbed over and was aboard.
The guy was shouting something else now, but the roar of the motors picking up speed drowned him out.
What do you think you're doing, kid?
an old man in a Giants cap asked. You coulda got yourself killed.
No kidding, I thought. I looked back at Cowboy, who had stopped halfway down the ramp. The wind swept his hair back under his big western hat. He could have been Clint Eastwood standing there in his blue jeans and his checked shirt and his tooled leather boots. Cowboy didn't yell or do anything. He just stood, watching, as the boat pulled out. Cowboy is a real quiet guy. But when he speaks, people listen.
Maxie and Jelly Bean were crowding Cowboy now, and even over the engine noise and the distance of water, I could hear Jelly Bean's scream. Just wait, Daddy-Boy. You gotta cub back.
Fat little Priest was still puffing along up by the Balclutha. There was a lot of safety now between me and the Outlaws, and my heart started to slow. Free! I was free!
I turned to look at the bridge stretching from the city to the misty beauty of Marin. Clouds hung low in the sky. A sailboat tacked across the bay's choppy waters, its canvas flapping in the wind. There was always wind here, wind and fog and cold. I shivered.
The sweat on me had dried to ice and my T-shirt leeched to me, wet and clammy. Ugh. I'd better get inside, out of the wind. The boat lurched and its nose turned toward Alcatraz. I looked where the boat pointed. The old prison sat big and square at the top of the island. Near it stood a lighthouse. At the right, the trees grew thick and lush down to the wrinkled bottle green of the bay.
Alcatraz isn't a prison anymore. The whole island is a national park with guided tours and boats that run every hour or so. I've never been there; in fact, I've never wanted to go. Maybe that's because of my father. But I was going now.
I turned to look back once at San Francisco. Coit Tower stuck up like a cigar against the sky. I could still see the old yellow arch of Pier 43, but if the Outlaws were waiting for me in front of it, distance had made them disappear. I wished it would make them disappear forever. A seagull drifted behind our boat calling its high, angry cry, and I remembered Jelly Bean. You gotta cub back, Daddy-Boy. You gotta cub back.
CHAPTER 2
It was just three days ago that I made my fatal mistake. I'm not the kind of guy who looks for trouble, in fact I look the other way. To stay alive in Jefferson High, it's best to do that, and to mind your own business, especially if you're fourteen and small for your age, which I am. It's best to stay clear of jerks like the Outlaws, or the Bear Claws, the other bunch of toads in school, or even the ChiChis, the girl gang that's every bit as mean as the other two.
So why did I do what I did three days ago, right at the start of