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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Eagles of the Sky + With Jack Ralston Along the Air Lanes + +Author: Ambrose Newcomb + +Release Date: February 27, 2010 [EBook #31426] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK EAGLES OF THE SKY *** + + + + +Produced by Roger Frank and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.fadedpage.com + + + + + + +</pre> + +<p class='c fs12'>AVIATION</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<div class='titlepage'> +<p class='fs18 mb10'>EAGLES OF THE SKY</p> +<p class='fs12 mb10'>OR</p> +<p class='fs18 mb30'>With Jack Ralston Along the<br />Air Lanes</p> +<p>BY</p> <p class='fs16 mb20'>AMBROSE NEWCOMB</p> <p class='mb120'>Author of +“The Sky Detectives,” etc., etc.</p> <p class='fs10'>Published +by</p> <p class='fs12'>THE GOLDSMITH PUBLISHING CO.</p> <p>CHICAGO</p></div> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<div class='titlepage'> +<p>Eagles of the Sky</p> <p>Copyright 1930</p> <p>The Goldsmith +Publishing Co.</p> <p class='fs08'>Made in U. S. A.</p></div> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<table summary='TOC'> +<tr><td colspan='3' class='center fs12'>CONTENTS</td></tr> +<tr><td colspan='3' class='center fs12'></td></tr> +<tr><td class='fs08'>CHAPTER</td><td colspan='2' class='tar fs08'>PAGE</td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>I</td><td class='tcol2'>Ready for Business</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_1'>13</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>II</td><td class='tcol2'>The Curtiss-Robin Plane</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_2'>26</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>III</td><td class='tcol2'>Like a Night Owl on the Wing</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_3'>35</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>IV</td><td class='tcol2'>The Dance of the Fireflies</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_4'>42</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>V</td><td class='tcol2'>A Battle Royal</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_5'>51</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>VI</td><td class='tcol2'>The Tear-Bomb Attack</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_6'>58</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>VII</td><td class='tcol2'>A White Elephant on Their Hands</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_7'>67</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>VIII</td><td class='tcol2'>The Spoils of Victory</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_8'>74</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>IX</td><td class='tcol2'>Engineer Perk on Deck</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_9'>83</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>X</td><td class='tcol2'>Tampa Bound</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_10'>90</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XI</td><td class='tcol2'>Perk Holds the Fort</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_11'>99</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XII</td><td class='tcol2'>Old Enemies Face to Face</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_12'>108</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XIII</td><td class='tcol2'>When Greek Met Greek</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_13'>115</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XIV</td><td class='tcol2'>The Coast Guard Men</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_14'>124</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XV</td><td class='tcol2'>With the Coming of the Moon</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_15'>131</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XVI</td><td class='tcol2'>The Lockheed-Vega Flying Ship</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_16'>140</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XVII</td><td class='tcol2'>Okechobee, the Mystery Lake</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_17'>147</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XVIII</td><td class='tcol2'>The Master Crook</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_18'>154</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XIX</td><td class='tcol2'>The Scent Grows Warmer</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_19'>161</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XX</td><td class='tcol2'>Denizens of a Florida Swamp</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_20'>168</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XXI</td><td class='tcol2'>The Mysterious Coquina Shack</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_21'>175</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XXII</td><td class='tcol2'>The Man of Many Faces</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_22'>182</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XXIII</td><td class='tcol2'>A Pugnacious Rattler</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_23'>189</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XXIV</td><td class='tcol2'>On Hands and Knees</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_24'>196</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XXV</td><td class='tcol2'>Perk Demands More Water</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_25'>203</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XXVI</td><td class='tcol2'>The Fight at the Well</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_26'>211</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XXVII</td><td class='tcol2'>At Bay</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_27'>218</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XXVIII</td><td class='tcol2'>The Come-Back</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_28'>225</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XXIX</td><td class='tcol2'>A Last Resort</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_29'>232</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XXX</td><td class='tcol2'>Fetching in Their Man</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_30'>239</a></td></tr> +</table> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<h1>EAGLES OF THE SKY</h1> + +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_13'></a>13</span><a id='link_1'></a>CHAPTER I<br /><span class='h2fs'>READY FOR BUSINESS</span></h2> + +<p>When the “Big Boss” at Secret Service Headquarters in Washington +sent Jack Ralston and his pal, Gabe Perkiser, to Florida with orders to comb the +entire Gulf Coast from the Ten Thousand Islands as far north as Pensacola and +break up the defiant league of smugglers, great and small, that had for so long +been playing a game of hide-and-seek with the Coast Guard revenue officers, the +task thus assigned was particularly to the liking of those two bold and +dependable sky detectives.</p> + +<p>They loved nothing better than <i>action</i>–never felt entirely happy +unless matching their wits against those of skulking law breakers–while to +sup with danger, and run across all manner of thrilling adventures–that +was a daily yearning with them.</p> + +<p>Since so much of their work must of necessity take them over that vast +stretch of salt water <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_14'></a>14</span> lying between the Florida coast and the far distant +Mexican shore line, the wise men in Washington had supplied Jack with a speedy +plane of the amphibian type, capable of making landings either on shore or in +any of the numerous inlets dotting the coast, it being equipped with both +aluminum pontoons and adjustable wheels.</p> + +<p>Jack had spent several days at the Capital, conferring with various high +officials, being thus put in possession of every available scrap of reliable +information at the disposal of the Department.</p> + +<p>He had also been given documents of authority, calling upon each and every +Government agent in all Florida to afford him any possible assistance, should he +require such backing while learning the identity of the “higher-up” +capitalists guilty of financing the secret clique that had been giving the +revenue men such trouble recently.</p> + +<p>The fact was well known that besides the valuable <i>caches</i> of unset +diamonds, and other precious stones, coming surreptitiously into the country +without yielding the customary heavy duty imposed on them, there was also being +smuggled into the innumerable lonely bayous and inlets of the lengthy coast line +vast quantities of contraband in violation of the eighteenth amendment, <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_15'></a>15</span> also batches of +undesirable aliens like Chinese, anarchists and Bolsheviks, such riffraff as +Uncle Sam had been holding off under a strict ban.</p> + +<p>So, too, it was understood that besides the fleet of swift, small power-boats +employed night after night in this profitable game of mocking the Treasury +Department, latterly the smugglers had been freighting their cargoes by means of +airplanes that would be able to land the contraband stuff in lonely places far +back of the low coast sections.</p> + +<p>It was therefore a monumental task, covering a wide field of operation and +with constant peril hovering over the heads of the two adventurous aviators who +had undertaken so joyously to spread the net and draw its meshes about the +offenders.</p> + +<p>Their preparations having been completed, they were waiting in an isolated +little bayou surrounded by inaccessible swamps and mangrove islands ready to +take off with the coming of the friendly shades of night.</p> + +<p>To those who enjoyed reading the preceding volume of this series of aviation +adventures, where Jack and “Perk,” in order to get their +man–one of the boldest and most successful counterfeiters known in the +annals of crime–found it necessary to fly across the Mexican <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_16'></a>16</span> boundary line and snatch +their victim out of an extinct volcano crater that had once been the fort of the +fierce Yaqui Indian tribe,<a id='FNanchor_1'></a><a href='#Footnote_1' +class='fnanchor'><sup>[1]</sup></a> will think it a rather far cry for the Sky +Detectives to be detailed to active duty some thousands of miles distant, and in +the extreme southeastern corner of the republic.</p> + +<p>So it always must be with the famous Secret Service men–their motto, +like that of our present day Boy Scouts, is “Be Prepared”; for day +and night they must hold themselves in readiness to start to the other side of +the world if necessary–China, Japan, India, the Philippines +perhaps–detailed to fetch back some notorious malefactor wanted by Uncle +Sam, and information of whose presence in distant lands has reached +Headquarters.</p> + +<p>As a rule it was Perk’s duty to see that their flying ship was well +stocked with all necessary supplies, from liquid fuel and lubricating oil down +to such food stores as they would require, even if forced to remain for days, or +a week, without connections along the line of groceries and commissary +stuff.</p> + +<p>Perk himself was an odd mixture of New England and Canuck blood, one branch +of his family living in Maine, while the other resided across the border. Hence +Perk sometimes chose <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_17'></a>17</span> +to call himself a Yankee; and yet for a period of several years he had been a +valued member of the Northwestern Mounted Police, doing all manner of desperate +stunts up in the cold regions of Canada.</p> + +<p>He was considerably older than his gifted chum and had seen pretty hot +service flying in France while with Pershing’s army in the Argonne. It was +his knowledge of aviation in general that had caused Jack to pick him as his +assistant when the Government decided to fight fire with fire, by pitting their +own pilots and aircraft against those employed by the powerful combine of +smuggling aces.</p> + +<p>Sometimes it chanced that Jack, for good and sufficient reasons of his own, +did not fully explain the necessity for making plans along certain lines.</p> + +<p>This was not because he lacked confidence in his loquacious chum’s +ability to keep a still tongue in his head or exercise due caution, but usually +through a desire to make doubly sure of his own ground before submitting the +arrangement to Perk’s sharp criticism, which Jack valued even more than +the other suspected.</p> + +<p>Consequently Perk, with the Yankee half of his blood stirred by an ever +present curiosity, wanted to know and invariably asked numerous <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_18'></a>18</span> questions in the endeavor +to find a leading clue.</p> + +<p>It was in the late Fall and already the advance guard of the winter tourist +crowds had begun to arrive from the North, in ever increasing numbers, all set +for an enjoyable winter in the sunny resorts of both coasts.</p> + +<p>Jack had already made quite a thorough investigation and picked up some +important clues that he meant to run down in hopes one of them might lead to +definite results.</p> + +<p>The amphibian floated on the surface of the isolated bayou with glimpses of +the open gulf toward the golden west forming an alluring picture as seen between +the jaws of sand points, with palmettoes guarding the entrance to the sheltered +nook.</p> + +<p>It was just sunset, and inside another hour the night would have advanced far +enough to permit their departure on the first leg of their intended flight up +the coast.</p> + +<p>Perk was exceedingly fond of his pipe and choice tobacco, and looked the +picture of contentment as he squatted in his seat, scratching his ankle, where a +burning sensation told him he had once again been visited by the tiny but +venomous red-bug pest which he hated with all his heart.</p> + +<p>“Drat the little beggars,” he was muttering as he kept on digging +at his leg, “they sure do beat <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_19'></a>19</span> anything I ever run acrost in all my +wanderin’s. It ain’t so bad to be slappin’ at pesky skeeters, +’cause I’m used to sich bloodsuckers; but sandflies, and’ jiggers, +an’ redbugs make a combination that’d be hard to beat.”</p> + +<p>“Try that kerosene again, brother,” advised Jack, who somehow +seemed to be a favored one, since he was immune from similar attacks, and +greatly envied on that account by his unlucky; pal.</p> + +<p>“Yeah!” growled the usually good tempered Perk, “I’ve +rubbed that on, an’ witch hazel, an’ all sorts o’ lotions till +I guess now I smell like a stick-pot set out, with old rags smoulderin’ to +keep the skeets away. Salt water helps a mite, but this scratchin’ which I +just can’t let up on to save my life, makes things worse right +along.”</p> + +<p>Thereupon he kicked off his shoes, removed his socks, and thrust both feet +over the side to dabble them in the saline water of the lagoon.</p> + +<p>“Keep an eye out for that big ’gator we scared off the bank a while +back,” warned Jack, wickedly, “he might think it was a wild duck +splashing, and try to pot it for his supper.”</p> + +<p>“Huh! mebbe now that’s about the only way to get relief–let +him snap the foot off an’ it won’t itch me any more.”</p> + +<p>Nevertheless, despite this reckless assertion Perk quickly ceased his +splashing and resumed <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_20'></a>20</span> his footgear, heroically refraining from rubbing the +affected parts. After a short interval of staring at the glowing heavens, as if +the sight fairly fascinated him, Perk again spoke, this time finding something +of more importance than insect bites to talk about.</p> + +<p>“Wall,” he drawled in his customary slow fashion, +“here’s hopin’ we ain’t agoin’ to be knocked out +in our calculations tonight, but get a line on what the boys are doin’ up +the coast, eh, partner?”</p> + +<p>“Won’t be our fault if we don’t,” said Jack, who +doubtless recognized from the signs that his mate had something in his mind, +which he meant to spring on him by cautious insinuations and half questions.</p> + +<p>“A right decent crate that was we saw pass over early this morning +I’d say, old hoss,” continued Perk, nodding his head as if to +punctuate his remarks and also to cause his thoughts to flow more smoothly. +“I had a good peep at it as we lay behind that bunch o’ saw palmetto +out front, an’ unless I’m away off in my guess, she was a +Curtiss-Robin ship–a big crate in the bargain.”</p> + +<p>“They need them big in their line of business,” Jack went on +significantly. “A full cargo of wet goods is pretty heavy, you know, +Perk.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_21'></a>21</span>“You said +it, partner,” assented the other, grinning amiably and yet with a shade of +Yankee cunning. “An’ what’s more to the p’int the guy +handlin’ the stick was no slouch at his job, b’lieve me. I wonder now +could he have been that Oscar Gleeb we been hearin’ so much about since +comin’ down here,–got an idea he might abeen, ain’t you, +Boss?”</p> + +<p>“Just as like as not,” Jack told him.</p> + +<p>“Huh! Some go as far as to say he used to be a Boche pilot in that fuss +across the big water,” continued Perk, reflectively, as though certain +memories of the long-ago had awakened in his brain–recollections that +breathed of action, staccato machine-gun fire, exploding shells, and the +terrible odor of gas that had poisoned so many of his former mates.</p> + +<p>“Yes, they said there wasn’t any doubt about that,” Jack +asserted. “After the war was over and he couldn’t find work in his +home country, he managed to get to America and has cut quite a figure in flying +circles. I reckon he was tempted by the big money in the smuggling game to take +a job with this combine along the coast and has been fetching heaps of cargoes +ashore from vessels anchored far out on the gulf, or even across from Bimini or +Santa Fe Beach near Havana over in Cuba.”</p> + +<p>“By jinks!” ejaculated Perk, “that there’s the <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_22'></a>22</span> place we learned they was +shippin’ Chinks over to Florida from, ain’t it Jack, boy?”</p> + +<p>“Just what it was,” admitted the other. “It seems that this +big combine, made up of rich American sporting men, with a mixture of Cubans and +adventurers from all nations, doubles up in crashing Uncle Sam’s coast +gates with aliens, as well as hard stuff in bottles and barrels.”</p> + +<p>“Me, I’m jest awonderin’?” continued Perk, +“whether it could a’happened that this same Oscar Gleeb an’ me ever +hit it up and had an air duel tryin’ to strafe each other when +flyin’ across No-Man’s-Land over there. Kinder like to meet up with +him so we could run over our scraps an’ see if one o’ us sent +t’other down in a blazin’ coffin. It’d be funny if it turned out +that way.”</p> + +<p>“Queer things do happen sometimes,” agreed Jack, yawning. +“This warm day’s made me feel a bit lazy but as soon as we get a +move on all that will slip away like fog under the morning sun.”</p> + +<p>“I say, partner, how ’bout that Greek sponger we talked with when +we dropped in at Tarpon Springs t’other day–you kinder s’pected he knew a +heap more about these goin’s-on than he wanted us to grab, even if we was +jest s’posed to be Northern tourists, bent on havin’ a fishin’ spree +later on when big tarpon strike in around <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_23'></a>23</span> Fort Myers–could them spongers have a hand +afetchin’ in bottled stuff, or ferryin’ Chinks over from some island +halfway point?”</p> + +<p>“Some folks seem to think that possible,” he was told. +“After looking over the ground, and getting the opinion of a heap of +people who ought to have an intelligent opinion covering the facts known and +suspected, I’ve come to the conclusion that if ever there was a time when +you could play safe by suspecting everybody you met of having some sort of money +interest in this big game, it’s down along the Florida west coast and like +as not over toward Miami just the same. I’m not trusting my secrets to a +living soul, saving a few Government agents to whom I’ve been directed by +my superiors–and I’m even a bit leery about some of that +bunch.”</p> + +<p>“Yeah! From this time on seems to me we’d be wise to play a lone +hand, an’ not bother about takin’ any gyps into our confidence, eh +what, Jack?”</p> + +<p>“You never said truer words, my boy,” assented the other, smiling +as he noted the look of pleasure flashing across the bronzed face of his pal at +thus having his own opinion confirmed; for Perk valued a few words of praise +from Jack far above any other source.</p> + +<p>“Kinder get to thinkin’ that Greek sponger–Alexis was his +name, if my memory ain’t gimme <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_24'></a>24</span> the bounce–was a bit o’ a sharper, +an’ knew beans in the bargain from the way them black eyes o’ his’n +kept watchin’ us all the time we asked questions, just like we’d +heard people sayin’ queer things concernin’ how easy it was to grab +any quantity o’ bottled stuff if on’y you had the ready cash, an’ a +good eye for winkin’.”</p> + +<p>“We may know more about Alexis before we’re through with this +trip,” was all Jack would say concerning the matter. “On my part +I’m shaking hands with myself because we were smart enough to camouflage +our ship with green stuff for that pilot passed over and could have glimpsed our +crate lying half hidden here, and through his glasses–which I understand +they all carry–made out how it didn’t match up with any of the +aircraft they use in their business.”</p> + +<p>“Thanks to you, partner,” Perk hastened to confess. “If it +all depended on my poor head I kinder guess I’d a’slipped up right then +an’ there an’ give the hull scheme away which would a’been a danged +shame, an’ busted the game higher’n a kite.”</p> + +<p>“We make a pretty good team, matey,” said Jack. “Sometimes +it’s you that goes loco, and threatens to step off your base, and then +another time I feel myself side-slipping and have to lean on you to hold my own. +That’s just how it should <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_25'></a>25</span> be with partners–give and take, with never a +bleat if our calculations go wrong.”</p> + +<p>“It’s right nice o’ you to talk that way, brother,” +Perk hastened to assert, beaming with pride and making out as if tempted to +begin scratching again when Jack reaching around, gently steered his clutching +fingers away from the itching locality, at which Perk heaved a relieved sigh and +nodded his thanks.</p> + +<p>“The sky has lost most of that glorious color,” mentioned the +head pilot, “and before long now we can be hopping-off. Our first job will +be to swing down the coast and learn if there seems to be anything going on +among the southern islands in this beastly mangrove section where a man could +easy enough lose himself for keeps among the countless water passages and +inlets. See here, what’s the matter with you, staring that way, +Perk?”</p> + +<p>“Wouldn’t that jar you now,” snapped the other, “that +Robin ship is headin’ back this way; or else some other crate that looks +like its twin!”</p> + +<div class='footnote'><a id='Footnote_1'></a><a href='#FNanchor_1'><span class='label'>[1]</span></a> +<p>See “<i>The Sky Detectives</i>; or <i>How Jack Ralston Got His +Man</i>.”</p> </div><!-- footnote --> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_26'></a>26</span><a id='link_2'></a>CHAPTER II<br /><span class='h2fs'>THE CURTISS-ROBIN PLANE</span></h2> + +<p>Jack, a bit startled by his companion’s sudden exclamation, took a good +look and hastened to remark:</p> + +<p>“Reckon now you hit the nail on the head that time, Perk and it’s +heading this way in the bargain. Why d’ye suppose we didn’t see the +crate before?”</p> + +<p>“Huh! I kinder guess now,” Perk went on to say, “she bust +out o’ that little fog cloud right to the south–a’swoopin’ up +the coast, you notice, partner, don’t you?”</p> + +<p>“Sure is,” assented Jack, as though that small circumstance +assumed some importance in his eyes, as well as those of his comrade.</p> + +<p>“Ginger pop! but mebee I ain’t glad we didn’t show any +hurry to kick off this camouflage green stuff, thinkin’ it’d served +its purpose okay and could be knocked into the discard. See how they keep +dodging’ in an’ out like they might be scourin’ every foot +o’ shore line, little bays back o’ these mangrove islands an’ +all. Strikes me <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_27'></a>27</span> +they’re a’searchin’ for somethin’, Jack, which might be the +pair o’ us, eh, what?”</p> + +<p>“Right you are!” snapped Jack, without hesitating a second.</p> + +<p>“Which, I take it, would mean there might a’been some sort o’ +little leak up at Headquarters, hang the luck, when we figured we’d got +the gang buffaloed right smart. Don’t think they c’n lamp us lyin’ +here, do you, Boss?”</p> + +<p>“Small chance of that, boy, if only we lie low, and make no move apt to +attract their attention,” Perk was told in a confident tone that +effectually calmed his rising alarm.</p> + +<p>He hastened to settle down in a position where he could thrust his glasses +between interstices in the green covering of the fusilage and wings so as to +keep close tabs on the advancing plane without making any particular movement of +arms or body.</p> + +<p>“How?” asked Jack, a few seconds later, when he fancied his mate +must have made up his mind as to the identity of the flying ship.</p> + +<p>“Curtiss-Robin crate, that’s right, Jack an’ the same we +saw before,” replied the observer, excitedly. “Hey! guess now they +got a glass up there too. I sure saw the sun shinin’ on somethin’ +bright, ’cause the old boy’s still on deck to chaps that high +up.”</p> + +<p>“I’ve discounted that fact long ago, Perk; men <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_28'></a>28</span> engaged in the desperate +game they’re playing night after night would need such a useful +instrument, so’s to keep a sharp lookout for Coast Guard boats or bunches +of revenue men lying in ambush close to the place they expected to land a wet +cargo, or a couple of high-pay Chinks, it might be.”</p> + +<p>“Then you got an idea they must have a spy up in Washington–a +sneaker who c’n find out what’s bein’ hatched up so’s to cook +their goose an’ that he manages to get warnin’ down here to the +workin’ crews so’s to put ’em on their guard–is that it, +partner?”</p> + +<p>“Looks that way–that’s all I can say, Perk. Now lie low and +don’t do any talking, though with their crate kicking up all that row I +reckon there’d be small chance of their hearing us even if we +shouted.”</p> + +<p>Perk was chuckling to himself at a great rate and could not keep from taking +advantage of the invitation Jack had really extended to say:</p> + +<p>“Yeah! an’ I kinder guess now we got one thing they ain’t, +which is a silencer on our engine that’ll keep it muzzled, even if it does +knock off a bit o’ our speed when we happen to use it. Luckiest thing ever +you managed to get the Big Boss to send us such a bully contrivance that seems +to work jest great. Listen to the racket they’re kickin’ up right +now–enough to tell any <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_29'></a>29</span> chump ten miles off a crate’s headin’ his +way. Jerusalem crickets! but ain’t I glad we’re fixed as we +are.”</p> + +<p>The ship far up in the heavens was almost directly over them by this time and +Perk relapsed into silence, being vastly interested in watching it passing +over.</p> + +<p>Possibly he had his eyes glued on the figures–there were two occupants +in the Robin’s cabin he could easily see–leaning over and doubtless +closely scrutinizing the intricacies of the ragged shoreline below, hoping to +make important discoveries.</p> + +<p>If the leading figure, piloting the craft, was actually Oscar Gleeb, onetime +noted Hun ace over in the Argonne, it might be Perk, with his past war history +rising up to thrill him afresh, may have found himself half expecting to hear a +terrific explosion close by on the shore as the German flier let drop some sort +of bomb, with the idea of striking their concealed bus which his keen eyes might +have detected despite their wonderful camouflage.</p> + +<p>But nothing like that came to pass and the cruising ship kept moving in a +northerly direction, growing less distinct as miles were being covered at the +fast clip it swept along.</p> + +<p>“Cripes! that was worth somthin’ to glimpse, bet your sweet life, +partner,” Perk finally <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_30'></a>30</span> observed as he ventured to make a little movement, +feeling dreadfully cramped and the danger of discovery growing momentarily less +as the first shades of coming evening began to gather around the secluded cove. +“Jest as like as not they started away down toward the tip o’ the +mainland, an’ hev been examinin’ every mile o’ the coast, bent +on doin’ a clean job while they’re at it. An’ if they meet up +with no luck mebbe now they’ll make up their minds it was only a false +alarm, and let her go at that.”</p> + +<p>Presently they could no longer glimpse the faintest sign of the scout +plane–when last seen it was still heading up the coast as though making +for some destination where action awaited the members of its daring crew.</p> + +<p>“The passing of that crate settles one thing, anyway,” observed +Jack presently.</p> + +<p>“As what, partner?” queried Perk, who had already begun to denude +the anchored amphibian of its covering, as though it was settled they need no +longer fear being spied upon from above.</p> + +<p>“We needn’t bother striking into the south when starting out to +look for suspicious lights, such as would tell of business being put +through–those boys are right now heading for their rendezvous and +it’s our game to chase after them, <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_31'></a>31</span> as soon as nightfall makes it safe to get a move +on.”</p> + +<p>“That suits me fine, Jack old hoss. I’m right sick o’ +keepin’ our nose stuck so close to the ground–me for the high places +where I c’n get my lungs filled with clean air–this swamp stuff +don’t make no sort o’ hit with me, I’m tellin’ you. +Gosh! looky at that bunch o’ measly big pelicans flappin’ their +wings as they fly close to the water, headin’ to some island where they +have a rookery, like as not. An’ Jack, honest to goodness if I +didn’t see the head an’ knobby eyes o’ a monster scaly ’gator +stickin’ up out o’ the water in the lagoon jest now. Got me goofy, +this sorter thing, an’ I’m asighin’ for the air lanes two +miles high.”</p> + +<p>“I understand just how you feel, Perk, but hold your horses a bit. +Hurry is something we’ve got to fight shy of in this game of hide-and-seek +with these dangerous smugglers of the gulf coast. As smart a group of men as we +can ever claim to be, have bucked up against the gang and dropped out of the +chase–more than a few of whom have disappeared mysteriously, and up at +Headquarters it’s believed they’ve met with foul play. This big Mex +gulf hides a heap of secrets and has ever since old Blackbeard and that crowd of +buccaneers used to sink Spanish galleons after looting them of their gold cargo +and <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_32'></a>32</span> sending hundreds +of poor wretches to a watery grave.”</p> + +<p>“I’m wise to all them facts, partner,” piped up Perk, +grinning amiably, “an’ I sure don’t hanker after bein’ +sent down to that port o’ missin’ men in no hurry. I’ll stick +it out on this line jest as long as you say an’ try to keep from +grumblin’. Thar goes the last o’ the rotten stuff overboard, Boss, +an’ we’re all clear again. While we’re a’waitin’ till +the last speck o’ daylight slickers away, wouldn’t it be right smart +if we set our teeth in some o’ that fine grub I laid in, to keep us from +starvin’ to death?”</p> + +<p>“Suits me okay, buddy; suppose you trot it out and we’ll pas the +time away bolstering up our strength–no telling what we may have before us +tonight if we happen to strike rich pay-dirt.”</p> + +<p>Accordingly they busied themselves with what to Perk especially was a most +agreeable occupation, for it must be confessed that the Maine lad possessed a +fairly good appetite while his capacity for storing away good things was +something close to marvelous.</p> + +<p>So the night settled down around them–sounds indicative of a Florida +coast camping ground began to make themselves manifest–mullet jumped up +out of the brackish water where some stream emptied its tide straight from <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_33'></a>33</span> the Everglades into the +gulf, to fall back again with resounding splashes. Now and then there was a +rush, and a great deal of agitation of the water close to one of the mangrove +islands, showing where some fierce piratical deep water fish was making an +evening meal of the unlucky mullet–several wild ducks came spinning along +from other shore places to settle further in where the reedy islands offered +effectual shelter from night-raiding owls and hawks that could see in the +dark.</p> + +<p>“Gee whiz!” Perk was saying as he finished eating and started to +put away what sandwiches and other stuff had been left over, “this sure +must be a dandy place to do some shore shootin’ an’ if I +hadn’t other fish to fry I’d like to hang around a week’r so, +takin’ toll o’ ducks, turkey, an’ deer up on the mainland, +with like as not a bobcat, or even a panther in the bargain!”</p> + +<p>“All very fine for those who are down here sporting for sport, +brother,” Jack told him, “but our bunch has another kind of game to +pull in and you’ve got to forget all this temptation so as to buckle down +to business. Reckon it’s time for us to be hopping-off and getting that +taste of cool, clean air a mile or so up. Shake a leg, buddy, and we’ll +shove off.”</p> + +<p>Jack, of course, had long since figured just what he meant to do when the +moment arrived <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_34'></a>34</span> to +leave their hiding place and take to their wings again, so after their little +anchor had been drawn out of the mud, carefully washed, and then stowed away +where it would take little room and not be in the way, each of the occupants of +the double cockpit set about carrying out their customary duties when a +launching was in order.</p> + +<p>“All set, Mister Pilot!” remarked Perk, finally, “give her +the gun, boy!”</p> + +<p>With only a fraction of the rush and roar usually connected with a start, the +amphibian, with cut-out choked down, commenced to glide through the water of the +partly enclosed bay, heading straight for the jaws of land beyond which lay the +open and mighty gulf.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_35'></a>35</span><a id='link_3'></a>CHAPTER III<br /><span class='h2fs'>LIKE A NIGHT OWL ON THE WING</span></h2> + +<p>The rush and gurgle of the water parted by the pontoons beneath the fuselage +of the plane was sounding most delightful to the ears of Perk as he sat there +watching the jaws of land draw rapidly nearer.</p> + +<p>Resting up was always a painful thing to Perk whose nerves called for action +and had done so ever since he served in the flying corps across the Atlantic +when men’s souls thrilled with frequent contacts in the line of equally +daring Hun war pilots.</p> + +<p>Now they had shot past the twin points and were out upon the open gulf, their +speed increasing every second as Jack pulled the stick closer against his chest. +Then the experienced pilot lifted her in a zoom that was simply magnificent, and +they were off on their adventure at last.</p> + +<p>Rising fast, the boat was soon at a good ceiling for flying. So too the night +promised all manner of favorable things for men of their calling–up where +they were the wind did not amount to much but it was blowing at quite a lively +rate <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_36'></a>36</span> closer to the +earth and doubtless the broad palmetto leaves must be making a considerable +slashing as they struck one another, dead and withered ones sawing like some +giant violin bow.</p> + +<p>This, with the wash of the waves upon the pebbled beach, would make enough +noise to effectually deaden the whirr of the propeller–the new and novel +muffler or silencer, fashioned very much on the order of such a contraption as +successfully applied to small firearms, was doing wonderfully, and Perk every +little while made motions as though shaking hands with himself because of this +addition to their security, for under the usual conditions prevailing anything +like secrecy in a noisy airship had been unknown to the sky detectives.</p> + +<p>Perk had been under a strange hallucination when that other plane was soaring +overhead–in fact he was once again back in the Argonne, with his boat +hugging the earth, and an enemy swooping in circles overhead–he had even +gone so far as to imagine the German war ace might be maneuvering so as to drop +one of his bombs straight down on the stranded craft, with results that must +spell a complete wipeout.</p> + +<p>When they did not have their handy earphones in service Jack and his right +bower had arranged a secret alphabet of signals, consisting of all manner of +pokes and nudges, by means of <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_37'></a>37</span> which they were enabled to communicate along +professional lines at least. If it seemed necessary to Perk to ask questions not +down on the brief list thus worked out, all he had to do was to adjust +Jack’s harness and then his own little outfit, enabling him to chatter +away to his heart’s content–and often to the annoyance of his less +talkative chum.</p> + +<p>But first of all he proceeded to make good use of the binoculars upon which +so much depended. From side to side he would swing the glasses and search for +anything that looked like a suspicious light on land or water then turn to what +lay dead ahead.</p> + +<p>In this region of the Ten Thousand Islands–all fashioned from the queer +spreading mangrove that drops its long seeds so that they stick upright in the +mud, and, quickly developing roots, spring up to add to the dimension of the +original “island” there were never at any time many settlers so that +the coast has been reckoned as the “loneliest ever,” on which +account Perk realized that if he should happen to glimpse a light, whether on +land or gulf, the chances were fifty to one it might have some connection with +the operations of the smuggler league.</p> + +<p>Perk remembered how that Curtiss-Robin ship had finally disappeared in the +haze lying to the north and from this he sucked more or less <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_38'></a>38</span> consolation, since it +seemed evident the location of their job must lie in that quarter toward which +they were now bound like a great owl swooping on noiseless pinions to seize its +prey.</p> + +<p>A delicious thrill ran through his frame from time to time. If any one could +“get a kick” from such a situation it was Perk, who was already +visioning some sort of a battle royal when they struck the smuggling gang in the +midst of their lawless work. The gang did their best to create a reign of +terror.</p> + +<p>Once far out toward the west, where rolled the tides of the broad gulf that +stretched for a distance of five hundred miles across to the Coast of Mexico, he +certainly did glimpse a light, low down on the horizon where just the faintest +gleam of the late departed day still lingered. Ha! the mother ship no doubt, +riding at anchor some miles out where the gulf was shallow and holding ground +good–a heavily laden sailing craft, coming possibly from the Bahamas, and +passing into the gulf between the Florida keys. Its captain knowing that the +cargo they carried could be much more easily landed there than around Miami, +where the Coast Guard was more vigilant.</p> + +<p>Long and earnestly did Perk stare, picturing the shore motorboats speeding +out through the gloom toward that signal light to take aboard <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_39'></a>39</span> their several loads and +make for certain secluded harbors where trucks would be waiting to transfer the +illicit stuff to its destined markets where prices ranged high with the holidays +approaching and rich, thirsty tourists to be supplied.</p> + +<p>“Bang! it’s gone blooie!” Perk suddenly told himself as he +no longer found himself able to distinguish that suspicious gleam which had +gradually grown dim and then utterly vanished from view. “Now, what in +thunder does that mean I want to know–why should they douse the glim in +such a hurry–wonder if they could have caught any sound from us to give +’em a scare? I’m in a tail-spin, seems like. Oh I shucks! mebee it +was on’y a measly star after all, that’s set back o’ the horizon. +Who got fooled that time, I want to know, Gabe Perkiser, you smarty?”</p> + +<p>He took it humorously, happening to be one of those sensible lads capable of +laughing, even when the joke was on himself.</p> + +<p>Shortly afterwards Perk picked up what seemed to be a low-lying light, this +time off toward the east, where he knew the land lay.</p> + +<p>“Huh! I kinder guess that ain’t a silly star,” was the way +he expressed his feelings as he continued to watch the glimmering object that +rose and then grew dim, only to once more flash brightly. “Might be some +squatter sittin’ alongside <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_40'></a>40</span> his campfire–mebbe a fishing camp, on’y I got +an idea the light comes from a big lantern and not a blazing fire. Strikes me it +oughter bear watchin’ just the same.”</p> + +<p>A minute afterwards and he could no longer see the object of his concern.</p> + +<p>“By jinks! what sort o’ hocus-pocus might <i>that</i> be, I want +to know–did somebody blow that light out just when I was hopin’ big +things might come from it, or was it only a bunch o’ cabbage palms that +come in between me an’ the glow?”</p> + +<p>It did not reappear, although Perk kept turning his glasses in that +particular quarter time after time, as fresh hopes awakened.</p> + +<p>The amphibian was running as smooth as silk, Perk told himself more than +once–why not, when they had most carefully checked it over with scrupulous +exactness, so as to be able to pronounce it in perfect condition. That new +muffler did the work like magic and Perk really began to feel as though the +efficiency of their aerial mount had been increased a hundred per cent by the +installation of such an up-to-date contrivance, even if it did cut their speed +down more or less–when they had good need of swift wings it could be done +away with, since racket was powerless to hurt them then.</p> + +<p>A few clouds had started up and were drifting <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_41'></a>41</span> overhead by this time. Perk gave them +several hasty looks, possibly wondering whether there could be any chance of a +sudden blow arising since indeed they came from the southwest, where many of the +rains and high winds had their brewing place, far out on the mighty gulf to be +followed in turn by a “norther,” cold and violent.</p> + +<p>“That might be rotten luck for us,” he grumbled, sensing trouble +in putting Jack’s scheme into operation, “but I guess there +ain’t anything to it–right cool even downstairs, I noticed an’ +they tell me it always heats up afore one o’ these fall rains come +along.”</p> + +<p>He put that matter out of his mind as hardly worthy of attention then a +minute later he made another discovery. Again his attention was turned toward +the west, for a light had appeared low down, a light that actually moved, this +fact convincing the vigilant observer it could by no possibility be another +setting star in the bright firmament above.</p> + +<p>“That’s the genuine stuff, or I’ll eat my hat!” was +his characteristic way of confirming this fresh discovery, and there was +certainly a trace of triumph noticeable in his voice, as though this would wipe +out his former blunder.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_42'></a>42</span><a id='link_4'></a>CHAPTER IV<br /><span class='h2fs'>THE DANCE OF THE FIREFLIES</span></h2> + +<p>Perk, now fully convinced that he had “struck oil,” as he +mentally termed it, laid the binoculars down on the front seat beside his pal +and gave him certain nudges in his side, thereby telling him he, Perk, would +take over the controls while the head pilot used the glasses.</p> + +<p>When this had been accomplished Perk managed to point toward the west, so as +to draw the attention of his mate thither without any waste of precious +time.</p> + +<p>Of course Jack immediately located the light and was watching it closely. He +could easily make it out to be a lantern that must be on the deck of a vessel, +since he discovered a mast and rigging near by, also the moving figures of +several men.</p> + +<p>The lantern did not remain stationary more than a few seconds at a time, but +kept up a swinging movement that was eccentric to say the least, now passing +back and forth like the weighty pendulum in an old-fashioned +“grandfather” clock; then with an up-and-down action and, as <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_43'></a>43</span> a windup performing a +circular movement, repeated twice.</p> + +<p>Of course Jack understood that those on board the smuggler must be trying to +signal to those of their group who were on shore, the land workers of the +hard-working bunch, which conclusion caused him to turn his attention in that +quarter.</p> + +<p>At first he was not rewarded by any discovery but not in the least +discouraged he continued to wave his glasses back and forth, feeling certain +those continuous signals from out on the gulf must be noticed and returned.</p> + +<p>He chanced to be again watching the moving gleam when he felt Perk trying to +gain his attention and when this had been accomplished pointing eagerly off to +the east.</p> + +<p>Yes, there it was as plain as anything–in fact there seemed to be two +separate lights looking like twin stars and even as Jack watched he saw them +carry on in a most remarkable fashion. Now one would be in violent motion, +perhaps doing some intricate figure that had a meaning; then the other would +join in, with the pair swinging back and forth, crossing each other’s +path, and going through the most wonderful evolutions.</p> + +<p>To Jack’s mind they looked like a pair of gigantic fireflies gone loco +with excitement and carrying on in the most astonishing manner. <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_44'></a>44</span> Indeed, he could easily +picture it as a wild dance of make-believe insects on a greatly magnified +scale.</p> + +<p>Of course Jack never had the slightest doubt as to what all this mystifying +activity must be–the two extremes of the smuggling fraternity were +exchanging signals–each and every movement had a meaning of its own and +conveyed such information as was most valuable to the business in hand–in +Jack’s mind it was as though the conversation might be running something +after this fashion:</p> + +<p>“Well, here we are on hand according to promise, with a full cargo of +the finest wet stuff you ever had drop down on your coast. How does the land lie +over there?”</p> + +<p>“Coast all clear–we will start the fleet out to lighten your +cargo right away–keep the beacon burning so they’ll make a straight +line to your anchorage, which will mean a saving of time.”</p> + +<p>“We get your meaning–glad you are so prompt to send back +word–come right along and get your invoice–the more the merrier, +boys. Wind getting rougher, and we ought to be off this shallow shore before it +swings around any more. Don’t hold back–Merry Christmas to you all, +boys!”</p> + +<p>Perk on his part was also trying to keep tabs on all that was going on, not +neglecting his duties <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_45'></a>45</span> with the controls, it can be set down as certain. He +twisted his neck and cast swift glances first to the right and then in the +opposite direction, fascinated by that flashing beacon conversation.</p> + +<p>“By gum! if they ain’t holdin’ a regular confab with them +lights,” Perk was telling himself, delighted with his opportunity to +witness such a proceeding, knowing as he did what this all meant to himself and +Jack. “That guy on shore is sure some punkins about this signal +layout–works jest like a Boy Scout might, sending a message across to +another o’ the troop standin’ on top o’ a high +peak–makes me think I’m back on the front, with Signal Corps men +wigwaggin’ for all that’s out. Huh! There goes them twin lights, +showin’ the chinnin’ must be over with both sides posted on the +program. Say, ain’t this the boss job though? I guess I never did get half +as much fun outen any game I tackled before.”</p> + +<p>Just then Jack signalled that he wished to handle the stick once more, which +the other was indeed not sorry for, since it began to look as though they were +close to a critical moment when considerable skill would be required in +manipulating the ship so as to accomplish their ends without unduly alarming +those they spied upon.</p> + +<p>Already they had managed to collect a certain amount of valuable facts which +were only <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_46'></a>46</span> guessed at +previously, so cleverly had these transfer bases been kept concealed from the +most skillful of the Government agents. Perk himself felt confident that they +were as yet only on the threshold of still more important discoveries.</p> + +<p>It was one of Perk’s peculiar little eccentricities that he could do +better thinking if only he had a bit of chewing gum between his teeth, just to +keep some muscles at work, he said, and in some mysterious fashion having this +energy pass from his working jaws to his brain and hasten its activities.</p> + +<p>So what did he do now but fumble in a pocket of his oily dungarees and +produce a slab of his favorite brand, Perk thrusting it into his mouth and +savagely rolling it between his teeth, really believed this helped his brain to +function more easily.</p> + +<p>Perhaps it may have done so–some people have all manner of strange +hallucinations, which, being favored, bring satisfaction to their train of +thought. If Perk actually believed in his remedy that was half the battle and no +other person’s business whatsoever.</p> + +<p>Looking out to sea he could still find that lone beacon, even without the aid +of his binoculars. It was easy for such an imaginative fellow to picture in his +mind the lingering sloop, loaded to the gunwales with case goods, worth almost a +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_47'></a>47</span> millionaire’s +ransom–the dark sailors from Bimimi lolling around on deck, ready to +up-sail and flee should the slightest sign of a Coast Guard raid make itself +manifest. From off toward the distant shore line there came dully to their +listening ears the repeated throb of one or more speed boats hastening to lay +alongside and transfer their prearranged quota of cases, after which the burden +of getting the illicit cargo safely landed would rest on the shoulders of those +who manned the smaller smuggler craft.</p> + +<p>It was a beautiful little game, Perk was assuring himself, when he realized +how everything had been arranged to make things work as though greased. As the +isolated places along the gulf coast were without number and the enforcement +agents woefully pressed to even half cover their allotted territory, the reason +for the few arrests that had rewarded the most strenuous efforts on the part of +the Coast Guard could be easily comprehended.</p> + +<p>“And that’s just why they picked out Jack, out of all the boys in +the service, loaded him up with this here amphibian crate that c’n drop down on +land or water, it don’t matter a darn which, got him a sort o’ side +partner to help make things go and turned him loose to pull in the net. Huh! +we’ll know before long just what this racket is goin’ to wind up in, +for we’ve made our first <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_48'></a>48</span> move, our hat’s thrown into the ring, and +we’ll either make Pike’s Peak, or–bust!”</p> + +<p>Presently Perk began to convince himself he could at times pick up the +throbbing sound of a humming motor, undoubtedly one of those on their way out to +the supply boat off shore some miles and ready to deliver such number of +high-priced cases as the lists called for.</p> + +<p>Yes, when the night wind veered or shifted a bit he was absolutely certain +about picking up the chug-chug-chug that betrayed the presence of the leading +speed boat.</p> + +<p>About this time Perk noticed two separate things that had a bearing on their +mission–the first was that for some reason they no longer romped along at +their earlier speed, showing that the pilot had seen fit to slacken his craft to +a considerable degree, though keeping up steerage way. The second thing that +struck Perk was the fact that they were slowly but surely making a decided swing +off to the west, which if continued would make their immediate course a complete +circle.</p> + +<p>“Go to it, old hoss!” he was saying, just as if he expected the +other to hear every word which was out of the question with that whirring +propeller keeping up its low, sing-song tone. “You got ’em beat a +mile when it comes to playin’ safe, that’s right. Don’t want +to rile the water an’ let <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_49'></a>49</span> everybody in on the fact that we’re +hangin’ around here, waitin’ for somethin’ to turn up. ’Sides, +it ain’t good policy to make the ten-strike till they got the stuff on +board the chuggin’ speed boat.”</p> + +<p>He was intensely interested in Jack’s play for time and listened with +his heart almost up in his throat, fearing lest the steady chugging should +suddenly stop and the game be thrown by default. But no, it was keeping on in +perfect rhythm, sounding in Perk’s ear something like the tattoo of a +machine-gun in action and sending out its swarm of leaden missiles–a sound +that had long ago become so familiar to his ears as never to be forgotten, +despite the lapse of time.</p> + +<p>Surely by now that leading boat must be getting close to the schooner so that +the transfer would soon be an accomplished fact, after which the return trip was +due to be started which was when they meant to break into the game.</p> + +<p>“Ginger pop! if I don’t ketch the grumble o’ a second tug +further away, and I guess now a consid’able bigger craft than the leadin’ +one. Get a move on, fellers–the dinner gong’s struck and the +grub’s on the table waitin’ to be swallered–first come, first +served’s the rule things go by, so stir your stumps, an’ put in the +best licks you know how–an’ may the devil take the hindmost. Hey +there! that drummin’ noise, it’s stopped–wonder <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_50'></a>50</span> if they got out to the +sloop or else smell a rat an’ are lyin’ low till they make it a dead +certainty? Gosh, but ain’t this all mighty thrillin’ though, and how +it does tickle me most to death,” muttering which Perk, still listening, +actually held his breath the better to catch any sound from below.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_51'></a>51</span><a id='link_5'></a>CHAPTER V<br /><span class='h2fs'>A BATTLE ROYAL</span></h2> + +<p>Jack, being desirous of ascertaining just what was taking place over where +the sloop laden with contraband was anchored, did his best glide or coast, a +feature at which he was most competent.</p> + +<p>When the engine ceased to function and the whizzing propeller lost much of +its dizzy momentum, both he and Perk strained their ears so as to catch any +sound calculated to inform them as to what was going on.</p> + +<p>The trick proved worth while, for plainly they could make out human voices; +also a certain rumbling sound that Jack imagined might be caused by the rush +back and forth of a small hand truck on which cases of imported liquid +refreshment were loaded.</p> + +<p>This told the story to the effect that the speed launch must have reached the +schooner and was lying alongside with its intended cargo being delivered with no +loss of time. Probably, if everything went with machine-like precision, the +speed boat would soon be fully laden and started back toward some secret haven +where big motor trucks <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_52'></a>52</span> would be waiting to transport the cargo to Tampa, St. +Petersburg, or some other city to the north.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile the second boat was due around that time–they could hear her +hoarse exhaust as she bucked the billows rolling in toward the shore line and a +moving light about half a mile distant betrayed her position.</p> + +<p>If one thing tickled Perk more than another just then it was the realization +that he and Jack held aces in the game–their possession of that almost +priceless muffler, by means of which they could approach fairly close without +the working motor betraying their coming, gave them an enormous advantage.</p> + +<p>“We sure have got the upper hand in this tangle,” Perk was +telling himself in great glee as he listened to the chugging of the second +transfer boat. “Huh! I kinder guess them guys been sleepin’ at the +switch not to savvy what a bully thing one o’ these here silencers’d +be to the smugglin’ game. Looks like it might be a walk-over for our team, +if the luck on’y holds good.”</p> + +<p>Jack had about decided on his course of action. He did not mean that either +of those boats should get safely ashore with their loads, if he had anything to +say about it, and he reckoned he had.</p> + +<p>Still, it was not politic to be too quick on the trigger–they could +just continue to hang around <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_53'></a>53</span> and be ready to pounce down on their intended prey +after the fashion of a hungry eagle striking a fat duck that had been selected +out of the flock on the feeding grounds.</p> + +<p>One thing he did do was to cut his intended wide circle short and again head +toward the scene of action, a move that certainly afforded the eager Perk more +or less satisfaction, he being thrilled with the expectation of breaking into +the game without much more loss of time.</p> + +<p>But you never can tell just what may happen when rival forces are striving +against one another. The best laid plans often go wrong and there was always a +chance of the unexpected happening.</p> + +<p>Hardly had the airship whipped around again so as to head into the north than +Perk became aware of the fact that there was a sudden accesssion of weird noises +springing up from the goal toward which they were now aiming. Jack, too must +have caught the increased volume, for he sheered off as if to hold back a bit so +as to grasp the meaning of the new racket.</p> + +<p>Men were no longer simply talking or laughing as they so cheerfully labored +in transferring some of the contraband from the sloop to the deck of the +speedboat–their voices were raised to shouts in which surprise, even the +element of near-panic, could be detected.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_54'></a>54</span>Then came a flash, +succeeded by a sharp report, undoubtedly standing for the discharge of some +species of firearm! Others of a similar character immediately followed until +there were all the elements of a genuine rough and tumble fight discernible in +the growing confusion and uproar.</p> + +<p>Perk was astounded by such unaccountable goings-on. Whatever could possess +these smugglers to start a fight among themselves, when such a disturbance was +likely to be heard by any Coast Guard boat that might happen to be cruising +within ten miles of the spot and bring down all manner of serious trouble on +their heads, certainly breaking up the fine combination that had been effected +for that especial delivery?</p> + +<p>“Holy smoke! they sure must a’gone looney!” Perk was telling +himself, lost in wonder and dismay, for he began to suspect that this would be +apt to mix their own plans and upset all Jack’s calculations.</p> + +<p>It would seem to be the only explanation possible–that some of the case +goods had been tampered with, the result being that the willing workers were not +only hilarious, but ready to start a rough-house then and there on the deck of +the schooner.</p> + +<p>Then suddenly remembering how both he and Jack had their head-phone harness +attached, and <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_55'></a>55</span> could +thus exchange words when they pleased, Perk broke loose in his usual impulsive +fashion, seeking the light which he somehow had reason to believe his chum could +give him.</p> + +<p>“Gee whiz! partner, what’s broke loose, would you say?” he +demanded. “Them guys act like they’d been tryin’ out the high +power stuff they fetched all the way from the Bahamas. Danged if it don’t +sound to me like a reg’lar old Irish Tipperary Fair fight–listen to +’em shootin’ things up to beat the band! Say, if they keep +agoin’ like that, they’ll smash every case they got an’ we +won’t find any evidence to grab. Got a line on the racket, old +boss?”</p> + +<p>“It’s a fight, and a lively one at that,” admitted the +pilot, “but I reckon you’re away off when you figure it’s a +ruction between those on the schooner and the boys of that speedboat.”</p> + +<p>“You got me guessin’ partner,” said the puzzled Perk; +“then who’s mixed up in the shindy, I want to know?”</p> + +<p>“Sounds a whole lot like hijackers to me, Perk.”</p> + +<p>“Ginger pop! Is <i>that</i> what it means then, Jack–some tough +guys been out there on the gulf keepin’ a close watch on the schooner that +came up the coast loaded to the gun’ls with case goods, an’ crept in with +small boats to make a big haul! Listen to ’em squabble, will you, boy? +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_56'></a>56</span> What wouldn’t +I give for daylight so’s to see that boss shindy–shootin’ +keeps a’goin’ on like the old days over there–wow! They must be a +bunch o’ rotten marksmen, or the whole lot’d be wiped out afore this +time. What’re we a’goin’ to do ’bout it, Jack–we ought +to have some say what’s to be done with all that stuff–no use +bein’ eagles o’ the skies if we gotter stick around an’ let a +measly set o’ hawks get away with the game.”</p> + +<p>“Don’t worry, that’s what we’re <i>not</i> aiming to +do!” snapped Jack, as he banked, and once again headed in the direction of +the spot where all that wild commotion was taking place.</p> + +<p>“I get you, boy–the machine-gun, is it?” barked Perk, +starting up from his seat as though to make ready.</p> + +<p>Before he could throw off his head-harness Jack stopped him.</p> + +<p>“Wait–you got me wrong–let the gun lie where it is. You +know we never expect to use it unless our lives are in danger. Get the bombs, +Perk–the simple tear bombs–they ought to fill the bill!”</p> + +<p>Perk evidently not only understood now but was fully in sympathy with the +scheme Jack had hatched out under the spur of necessity–quick thinking was +one of young Ralston’s strong points and his cleverness along those lines +had served <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_57'></a>57</span> him +wonderfully on more than a few previous occasions, where the situation looked +desperate.</p> + +<p>They were sliding down a steep glide with the engine shut off. The deck of +the nearby schooner was plainly visible due to the lights aboard, and the +successive discharges of firearms, each looked like a miniature flash of +lightning. As they approached the scene of confusion the racket grew in +volume,–a dozen men seemed to be whooping things up as though under the +impression that the battle could be won by sheer noise–and broken +heads.</p> + +<p>Perk kept his wits, and managed to locate the small stock of tear bombs that +had been given into their charge, with the idea they might find them more or +less useful should they strike a superior force of reckless law breakers and get +into what Perk would call a “jam.”</p> + +<p>Already he had succeeded in clutching a couple of the round missiles that +were charged with the acrid gas that could play such havoc with human eyes as to +render the strongest men as weak as babes and settled down in a position where +he could throw them to advantage.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_58'></a>58</span><a id='link_6'></a>CHAPTER VI<br /><span class='h2fs'>THE TEAR-BOMB ATTACK</span></h2> + +<p>It was certainly a thrilling moment for Perk as he crouched there in his +awkward cubicle back of the pilot and waited for the proper second to arrive +when his accuracy at throwing the bombs would be tested.</p> + +<p>Jack meanwhile had his hands full attending to his part of the +business–it was of course of prime importance that they should drop down +as close to the deck of the schooner as possible so the full effect of the +bursting tear-bombs might be felt by those struggling smugglers and hijackers, +but there was the mast of the cruising vessel to bear in mind since it towers +many feet in the air.</p> + +<p>To strike this spar would entail danger of a crash, or having their +landing-gear torn away, which would prove a disaster. Consequently Jack held +himself in readiness to once more start his engine when sufficiently near the +object of his attack.</p> + +<p>Perk knew just when their downward velocity terminated, for not only were +they again on a <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_59'></a>59</span> +level keel, but the motor commenced working with its customary intensity and the +whole fusilage quivered as usual when they were under way.</p> + +<p>All this had consumed mere fragments of a minute and Perk had already drawn +back his hand to make ready for his first toss. It was his intention to follow +this up with a second bomb, hurled in double-quick order, for a dual fire would +make the results more complete.</p> + +<p>Jack left it completely to his comrade to decide just when to let fly, +relying on the lessons Perk had taken along those lines in order to make himself +as near perfect as possible. If it so chanced that their initial attack turned +out to be futile, it was always possible for the fighting airship to swing +around so as to permit a second attempt.</p> + +<p>Much would depend on just how those who were struggling like mad wolves on +the deck of the schooner to gain or retain possession of the spoils took the +attack from the air. Jack rather fancied they would be panic stricken at having +a grim spectre of the skies descend on them like a plunging eagle and before +they could possibly recover sufficient energy to strike back, the monster roc +must have winged past, and the pungent gas started to affect their eyes, +rendering them frantic with a threatened temporary blindness.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_60'></a>60</span>Then Perk began +his share of the vicious attack. He followed out his prearranged programme with +machine-like movements, sending his first bomb with such cleverness that it +struck close to the stern, for Jack had made his hawk-like swoop so as to pass +completely along the entire length of the deck–this in order to give his +working pal a better chance to fulfill his assignment.</p> + +<p>Even before that missile struck, Perk had instantly changed the other bomb to +his eager right hand and in a rapid-fire way sent it, too, hurtling downward, to +crash further on close to the bow.</p> + +<p>Then they were speeding into space beyond the bowsprit of the anchored +rum-runner, with Jack starting to climb in order to bank and swing around, so as +to complete the job if his first endeavor lacked in any detail.</p> + +<p>Lucky indeed for the two aviators that they had their goggles on, else they +too might have suffered from the fumes that so quickly spread in every direction +as though fanned by the night breeze. Perk afterwards admitted that he had +caught a whiff of the penetrating gas despite the covering helmet and +close-fitting goggles but thanks to the haste with which Jack carried their ship +past, the gas had little or no effect.</p> + +<p>The clamor still continued, if anything, redoubled, for now the element of +fear had gripped <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_61'></a>61</span> the +hearts of every man on board both boats as they felt that terrible, unseen +agency stabbing at their eyes and making the stoutest writhe with agony and +alarm, thinking they must be doomed.</p> + +<p>Jack could easily comprehend why they should be demoralized under the +prevailing conditions–there had been enough excitement in the air to start +with when the hijacker crowd boarded the rum-runner and joined issues with the +crews of the two allied boats but when from out of the skies there descended a +swooping monster, apparently about to fall upon them as might a stray meteor +from unlimited space in the firmament, and that strange, racking pain gripped +their eyes, nothing but panic could describe their condition with any degree of +accuracy.</p> + +<p>But one element was now lacking in the dreadful turmoil–Perk could no +longer detect the quick percussion of blows, as fists and clubbed firearms +clashed against human bodies backed by a fierce anger that had been fanned into +a blaze by injuries received and a sense of impending victory, with the spoils +in sight.</p> + +<p>Apparently every man among them was thinking of nothing save his own +individual sufferings and terror–unable to see with any degree of +certainty, they must be staggering this way and that, colliding with each other +and then one by one either falling into the water or else jumping <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_62'></a>62</span> aboard the speedboat so +conveniently nearby.</p> + +<p>Jack had by this time brought the ship around again so as to head into the +wind as before. Perk, divining that this meant a second slash at the mob on the +sloop’s deck reached out for another relay of missiles. Now that he had +got started he was in prime condition to “keep the ball rolling” +until there did not remain a single hijacker or smuggler aboard the +rum-runner.</p> + +<p>But Jack, more inclined to pity than the former war ace, did not make that +second dip–he had a good idea the punishment thus dealt out with their +initial swoop would be severe enough to clear the deck and set the late rival +forces to quitting the vicinity of the ill smelling sloop with the utmost speed, +regardless of the means employed to accomplish such a retreat while the going +held good.</p> + +<p>Perk could hear splash after splash, as though the frenzied sufferers in +their agony had been seized with the possibility of cooling water being a +sovereign remedy for the ills that had so suddenly gripped their aching +eyeballs.</p> + +<p>Perk was chuckling to himself, even as he continued to crouch there, and held +a third tear bomb ready for instant use when Jack was pleased to give him a +fitting opportunity to throw it.</p> + +<p>“Zowie!” he was telling himself, “if that don’t <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_63'></a>63</span> make me think o’ the +times when us boys lined up on a dock and made the dive, one right after +another–plunk–plunk–plunk! Go to it, you terriers–swim +for the shore, boys, and good luck to you all. Our job’ll be to pick up +the rum-boat with her juicy cargo, an’ hand her over to some Government +official Jack knows about around these diggings. High–low–Jack +an’ the smugglin’ game–that spells the hull thing I kinder +guess!”</p> + +<p>Perk was by no means so lacking in sagacity not to understand just why his +comrade was hanging fire and keeping at a respectful distance from the sloop. He +wished sufficient time to elapse so that most of the penetrating gas from the +tear bombs would be carried off on the night wind and it might be reckoned safe +for them to go aboard.</p> + +<p>He could vision the terrified hijackers after their speedy plunge overboard +managing to find their several boats and dragging themselves over the gunwales +with but one thought in their bewildered minds, and that to put as much distance +between themselves and the rum-runner as possible.</p> + +<p>He even told himself he could catch the sound of splashing and oars working +madly in the locks, although this may have been only imagination on Perk’s +part, but for one thing, he did glimpse a <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_64'></a>64</span> moving light and could detect a chugging movement +such as would accompany the inglorious flight of the speedboat, racing for some +shore harbor.</p> + +<p>Silence followed, as though all the human elements in that late wild tumult +had managed to leave the scene of their defeat. Still Jack continued to swing +around in a short circle, showing how even with the spoils of victory close +within their reach he could keep to his standard maxim of “watch your +step!”</p> + +<p>Minutes passed, and it went without question that the penetrating gas must be +well swept away by the night wind so that it would be safe for them to board +their prize and take a quick inventory of the illicit cargo.</p> + +<p>Perk knew the time for action had arrived when he felt the plane head toward +the surface of the gulf, as though it was Jack’s intention to drop just +back of the sloop’s stern when they could taxi alongside and readily climb +to the low deck.</p> + +<p>There was nothing surprising about their coming in contact with the surface +of the water–Jack had acquired a habit of making perfect landings whether +ashore or with pontoons. Knowing this, Perk never looked for anything else.</p> + +<p>They came down with hardly any more of a <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_65'></a>65</span> splash than a pelican might have made and almost +instantly Jack started taxiing ahead in the direction of the nearby anchored +sloop.</p> + +<p>Perk had set the third tear-bomb down with the belief that there would be no +necessity for his using it. Silence hung about the sloop, and he had decided +there could be no one around, unless, when they clambered over the side, they +should discover some poor chap who had succumbed to the provoking gas or else +been stunned by a blow in the wild melee that had raged previously.</p> + +<p>Just the same wise old Perk did not mean to be caught off his guard and so he +dragged out a formidable looking automatic, supplied by the Secret Service to +all its accredited agents as a means for compelling a surrender on the part of +any “wanted man” when overtaken in his flight.</p> + +<p>The head-phones had been disconnected so there was nothing to hinder a prompt +boarding of the captured boat when Jack gave the word. With the glorious flush +of victory thrilling his whole frame Perk stood by to fend off as they drew +close to the squatty stern. It would be his duty to clamber out on one wing and +get aboard, carrying a rope by means of which the floating airship could be +secured to the water craft.</p> + +<p>This he managed to accomplish without much <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_66'></a>66</span> difficulty, wondering while so doing whether he and +Jack might not be making history, for he suspected that never before in the +annals of aviation had an amphibian plane been afforded a chance to take a prize +of war in such an original fashion as bombarding the enemy crew with tear-gas +bombs and causing them to flee in mad haste.</p> + +<p>It was an exultant Perk who stood erect on the deck and waved his flying +helmet with the proud air of a neophyte hunter planting his foot on the body of +his first slain lion or tiger.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_67'></a>67</span><a id='link_7'></a>CHAPTER VII<br /><span class='h2fs'>A WHITE ELEPHANT ON THEIR HANDS</span></h2> + +<p>“Come on in, Jack old hoss, the water’s fine!” was the way +Perk greeted his chum after gaining the deck of the captured rum-runner.</p> + +<p>“First make that rope fast somehow so we’ll run no risk of losing +our floating crate,” Jack advised him.</p> + +<p>“Yeah, that’s just what I’m goin’ to do, +buddy,” continued the other, as he proceeded to make fast to the +sloop’s wheel after which Jack managed to clamber aboard.</p> + +<p>There were lanterns scattered around, and in the haste with which the +afflicted crew had abandoned their ship no one had bothered about extinguishing +them. By means of the meagre illumination afforded by them, the two airmen were +able to take a fairly comprehensive survey of their surroundings.</p> + +<p>“Huh! I kinder guessed we’d find a bunch o’ the +scrappin’ critters stretched out, an’ lookin’ all bloody +like,” ventured Perk, with possibly a shadow of regret in his voice and +manner, “but shucks! never a one do I set my lamps on. Here’s <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_68'></a>68</span> a case or two o’ wet +goods been busted open, seems like, in all that kickup an’ mebbe now some +o’ the wild boys got a taste that helped keep ’em in the +roarin’, tearin’ fight they had but looks as if every man must +a’ been mighty keen on jumpin’ his bail. Wow! I can’t blame +’em any, if the way my eyes feel is a fair sample o’ what they got +served out to ’em!”</p> + +<p>“You said it, partner,” echoed Jack, “but keep from rubbing +it in, if you know what’s good for you. The gas is being carried away +right along by the breeze, so let’s forget it and take a look +around.”</p> + +<p>“Let’s,” echoed Perk, always more or less curious and eager +to “peek” when the chance offered.</p> + +<p>It seemed as though they were alone on the anchored sloop that was rising and +falling on the long rollers coming in off the wide gulf. Piles of cases lay on +the deck around them, ready to be transferred to such smaller craft as were +expected to draw alongside with orders for them from some mysterious central +clearing house. Possibly there were many more similar packages down below, for +the sloop was evidently heavily laden.</p> + +<p>Now and then the voluble member of the firm would let out a crisp exclamation +as though those keen eyes of his had run across some visible <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_69'></a>69</span> sign of the recent +rough-house disagreement that tickled him more or less.</p> + +<p>“We sure broke in on a sweet little party all right, Jack,” he +observed, at one time with a chuckle, “see, here’s a broken bottle +that I guess must a’ been smashed on some poor guy’s bean and from +the blood spots hereabout he had a plenty, but still he managed to skip out when +the grand march started. An’ looky what I found–a coat that’s +tore into shreds. Gee whiz! but that was some hot tamale scrap, believe me. +I’d give somethin’ for a chance to look in on the round.”</p> + +<p>Jack was apparently puzzling his own head over something that did not hit him +as so very humorous.</p> + +<p>“Yes,” he told Perk, with a grimace, “we’ve made a +bully capture all right, partner, but when you come to think twice it may be +we’ve got a white elephant on our hands after all.”</p> + +<p>“Huh! what d’ye mean by sayin’ that, old pal?” +questioned the other, who apparently saw nothing in the affair calculated to +create any tendency toward dismay in his mind. “You got me in a tail spin, +partner–lift the lid, won’t you, an’ gimme a look +in?”</p> + +<p>“Well, we’ve got the rum-boat okay, haven’t we?” +demanded Jack.</p> + +<p>“Looks thataways, I guess,” Perk admitted.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_70'></a>70</span>“Just so, +and what d’ye reckon we’re going to do with it?” continued the +head pilot, hitting straight from the shoulder as usual.</p> + +<p>“Why–er–ginger pop! that’s so, old hoss, <i>what?</i> +Mebbe now the shoe’s on the other foot, an’ it’s the blamed +sloop that’s got us held up. Would it be proper to set the bally boat +afire and see all this hot stuff go up in flames? or we might knock a hole in +the bottom, an’ sink her right where she stands, though that might get us +in Dutch with our people, since the rum-runners could come around an’ +salvage this case stuff again. Only way to settle the puzzle’d be for us +to have a bargain day sale, opening case after case, knockin’ the neck off +each and every bottle and makin’ all the fish in this corner o’ the +gulf dizzy with a mixture o’ rum an’ seawater.”</p> + +<p>Jack laughed at hearing all this wild stuff come from the bewildered +Perk.</p> + +<p>“Strikes me I’m not going to get much satisfaction from you, +partner,” he bluntly told the other. “Our folks expect to see some +evidence to prove the big yarn we’re bound to tell–about our +dropping those tear bombs and scattering the fighting hijackers and rum-runners +and all that stuff which means that by hook or by crook we’ve just +<i>got</i> to get clear with this sloop and all the contraband that’s +aboard–hand it over to some of Uncle Sam’s agents along the gulf +coast, <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_71'></a>71</span> whose +addresses I was given before leaving Washington, to be used in just such +circumstances as these. So try again, and see if you can suggest some way it can +be put through.”</p> + +<p>Thereupon Perk started scratching his tousled head in a fashion he always +followed when given a problem to solve, since his wits were apt to be a bit +rusty and in need of oiling so as to cause them to function properly.</p> + +<p>“Wouldn’t that jar you?” he finally exploded, “we +jest can’t load our crate with the bally stuff, ’cause it couldn’t +lift a tenth o’ the cargo we grabbed so easy-like. An’ as to +towin’ the sloop after us by a hawser, it’d be too much like a +caterpiller creepin’ along. I own up it’s got me buffaloed. Jack, +an’ if anything’s goin’ to be done it’s bound to come +out o’ your own coco.”</p> + +<p>“No hurry at all, brother,” the other told him, little chance of +those lads making back this way in a hurry, since they got the scare of their +lives tonight. “Let’s look around some more and possibly a +suggestion will pop up to give us the glad hand and see us out of the +mire.”</p> + +<p>“Suits me okay old hoss,” agreed Perk, nodding his head +confidently as though he had known all along that such a clever partner as Jack +would have a spare card up his sleeve to play when things began to look +unusually gloomy.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_72'></a>72</span>Perk picked up one +of the lanterns, for he knew they would need some sort of illumination if they +intended to explore the regions below deck which he termed the +“hold,” not being much of a sea-going man, although capable of +filling quite a number of different callings from engineer to air pilot.</p> + +<p>He had not taken half a dozen steps after descending the short flight of +steps leading below when he came to a sudden halt.</p> + +<p>“Glory be! what was that?–sounded real like a groan, Jack!” +he exclaimed, trying to peer into the gloom of the hold, where there seemed to +be row after row of the same type of wooden cases with foreign inscriptions +burned on them.</p> + +<p>“Just what it was, Perk,” agreed his chum, pressing close behind +the holder of the lantern, “lift the light a bit, I think I can make out +something stretched out flat–yes, it must be a man, I’m +certain.”</p> + +<p>“Kinder guessed we’d run across one or two o’ the scrappers +knocked out an’ left behind in the getaway rush,” commented Perk who +had drawn his automatic before starting to explore the lower regions of the +rum-runner, not knowing what they were apt to meet there.</p> + +<p>He continued to advance, and presently they were bending over a dismal +looking object, undoubtedly a man who might be a member of the <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_73'></a>73</span> crew, judging from his +rough sea clothes and his bare feet.</p> + +<p>There could be no question but that he had been in the fight, since his face +was bloody and his general appearance betokened rough treatment. Undoubtedly he +had been senseless at the time the tear-gas penetrated every part of the small +vessel, and was only now coming to.</p> + +<p>Jack lost no time in examining the pitiful looking object while Perk waited +to hear what his verdict would be. After all the old fighter bore no malice +toward any of these reckless men who were so assiduously engaged in breaking the +law of the land by running contraband goods into Uncle Sam’s domains and +he was just as willing to bind up the wounds of this luckless adventurer as if +the other had only been an ordinary sailor in sore trouble.</p> + +<p>“Nothing serious, it seems,” was Jack’s decision. “He +has had a pretty hard knock that started the blood from his nose and as like as +not laid him out here senseless for there’s a fine big lump on his +head.”</p> + +<p>“So we’ll have <i>one</i> prisoner to fetch in after all,” +chortled Perk, as if pleased by the prospect of being able to produce a witness +to testify to the work they had just accomplished.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_74'></a>74</span><a id='link_8'></a>CHAPTER VIII<br /><span class='h2fs'>THE SPOILS OF VICTORY</span></h2> + +<p>“Take hold, Perk,” continued Jack, without losing any time. +“We’ve got to get this poor chap out in the open air for it’s +pretty bad down below here, and bothers my eyes more or less.”</p> + +<p>So between them they managed to carry the wounded rum-runner to the deck, +where he was laid down, still groaning, although showing no other signs of +life.</p> + +<p>“Step lively, brother, and see if you can run across any fresh water, +so’s to pour a little down his throat,” Jack went on to say. +“I can dip up some salty stuff by reaching down over the gun’l and mop his +forehead so’s to fetch him around.”</p> + +<p>“Okay, boss!” snapped the ever ready Perk, “kinder guess I +spied a barrel with a faucet–hope now she don’t hold spirits instead +o’ water. Watch my smoke, that’s all.”</p> + +<p>He was indeed back in what he would term a “jiffy,” bearing a +battered and rusty tin kettle in his hand which proved to contain something that +might, with reservations, be called “drinking” water though it +proved to be lukewarm and <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_75'></a>75</span> possibly full of “wigglers,” as the +larvae of mosquitoes are called.</p> + +<p>Jack raised the man’s head, which he had succeeded in washing to some +extent, and forcing open his mouth allowed some of the contents of the pannikin +to drain down his throat.</p> + +<p>This set him to coughing and so he came to, showing all the signs of +bewilderment that might be expected after going to sleep in the midst of a most +clamorous battle with the reckless hijackers, and now waking up to find strange +faces bending over him, heads that were encased in close-fitting helmets and the +staring goggles of airmen.</p> + +<p>“You’re all right, brother,” Jack assured the man, on +seeing how alarmed he appeared to be. “Your crew skipped out and deserted +you, but we’ll stand by. Consider yourself a prisoner of Uncle Sam, +although you’ll not be punished any to speak of if only you open up and +tell all you know about the owners and the skipper of this smuggler craft. +What’s her name and where are you from?”</p> + +<p>The man had by this time recovered sufficiently to understand what was +required of him. Jack’s manner was reassuring, and he came out of his half +panic so as to make quite a civil reply to the questions asked.</p> + +<p>So they learned that the sloop had been known <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_76'></a>76</span> as the <i>Cicade</i>, which Jack knew to +mean a locust and that her home port was in the Bahamas, hot-bed of the smuggler +league, Bimini, in fact, being its chief port of departure.</p> + +<p>“What’re we goin’ to do with this chap?” Perk was +asking. “We don’t want him to give us the slip, since he’s the +on’y prisoner we got, do we, partner?”</p> + +<p>“I reckon not, brother, and to make certain that doesn’t happen +we’ll have to tie him up or fasten him to the mast here while we finish +looking around. I hope to run across the ship’s papers, if they’ve +got any such things aboard.”</p> + +<p>“Leave that to me, Jack, I’m some punkins when it comes to +splicin’ up a prisoner o’ war, so he can’t break away.” +Perk proved himself a man of his word by securing a piece of rope, wrapping it +several times around the ankles of the seaman, and finishing with a succession +of hard knots such as would require the services of a sharp knife blade when it +came time to liberate the captive.</p> + +<p>The man was a pretty tough looking customer, thanks to the treatment he had +met with in the merry time the rival parties had had aboard the sloop, but at +least he knew when he was well off and something in Jack’s manner as well +as his voice told him these strangers would go easy <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_77'></a>77</span> him if only he gave them as little +trouble as possible.</p> + +<p>So once again the pair set out to finish their exploration of the object of +their latest “strafing” feat when a battle had been brought to an +abrupt close with all hands in full flight simply by a dextrous movement of +Perk’s arm and the tossing of a couple of innocent looking tear-bombs into +the midst of the warring factions.</p> + +<p>This time it was Jack who made the discovery. Perk saw him step over, while +they were still on deck, and lift a ragged tarpaulin that seemed to cover some +bulky object toward the stern of the sloop. After that one look Jack gave the +well-worn covering a hitch and a toss that sent it flying revealing something +that caused Perk’s eyes to stick out with astonishment, not mentioning a +sudden spasm of delight.</p> + +<p>“Wow! what’s this I’m seein’ partner?” he +yelped joyously. “A reg’lar engine or I’m a crocodile from the Nile! +Why, this must be what they call an auxiliary craft, fitted to use canvas or +hoss power, whichever fills the bill best. You c’n ditch me if this ain’t +what I’ll call luck. An’ heaps of it.”</p> + +<p>“I had a sneaking suspicion we’d run across something like +this,” confessed Jack, who nevertheless seemed just as well pleased as his +comrade over the find. “It’s taking too big a chance <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_78'></a>78</span> to ship a cargo as rich as +this one in a tub like this with only rotten sails to speed the craft if she +happened to run afoul of a revenue cutter or one of those new sub-chasers the +Coast Guard’s been fitted out with. And now the problem’s been +solved, just as we hoped it would be.”</p> + +<p>“Meanin’ we c’n get somewhere without tryin’ to tow the +rum-boat behind our crate, and making a long and tiresome job o’ it, eh +what, partner?” Perk suggested, with considerable animation.</p> + +<p>“Take a look at this engine, Perk, and tell me if you reckon you could +run the thing if it became necessary.”</p> + +<p>Accordingly the other investigated and it was not long before he ventured to +give his decision.</p> + +<p>“Seems okay to me, Boss. Course I can’t jest say for sure till I +tries it out, but the chances are three to one she’ll work for +me.”</p> + +<p>“We’ll soon have a chance to put that to the test, for it’s +our only way to hang on to our spoils and have something to turn in for the +night’s work.”</p> + +<p>“I’m laughin’ to see how things keep happenin’ jest +to suit our crowd, old hoss,” Perk went on to remark, still chuckling at a +great rate. “Do we tow the ship behind the sloop, partner?”</p> + +<p>“Not that you could notice,” he was informed. “I aim to +have you stick to the rummy, while I <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_79'></a>79</span> get up a thousand feet or so and kind of play the +part of an aerial scout, just like you’ve told me you used to do when you +were running one of those war sausages, known as blimps in these up-to-date +times. No objections, have you, Perk?”</p> + +<p>“What, me? I should guess not,” the other exploded. “Why, +it’ll be jest a rummy time with this kid, runnin’ off with the old +sloop and a prisoner on board to boot. I’m tickled pink to know +we’re right in action at last, after waitin’ so long, an’ +ding-dongin’ around till we both got stale. But how ’bout +draggin’ that ere mudhook up off the ground–think we c’n tackle the +job between us, Jack?”</p> + +<p>“Oh! That can be put through without much trouble, I reckon,” +Perk was assured by the confident one. “I think if you investigate +you’ll find they’ve got some sort of winch, a bit like the +old-fashioned windlass we used to wind up whenever we pulled the old oaken +bucket up from the country well. Let’s take a peek and make +sure.”</p> + +<p>It took them but a minute to have Jack’s guess verified, for there was +a winch, with the rope of the anchor attached; all that would be necessary was +to start winding and by main strength the anchor must be hauled out of the mud +and lifted to the vessel’s bow, there to hang until needed again.</p> + +<p>“No use of our stickin’ ’round these diggin’s <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_80'></a>80</span> any longer, +partner,” Perk suggested. “The canvas is all clewed up or reefed, +whatever they call it, so we won’t have it flappin’ around after the +ship gets under way. Say the word, Boss, an’ leave the rest to +me.”</p> + +<p>“But nothing has been said as to what port we’re meaning to +strike out for,” observed Jack, “and that’s a matter of +considerable importance. First of all it would be apt to queer our business some +if we sailed openly into Tampa, St. Petersburg, or even Key West; for some of +those smart newspaper reporters would be bound to get on to the facts and like +as not we’d have our pictures printed in all the papers. A fat chance +we’d stand to do any more work ripping this contraband conspiracy up the +back, after <i>they</i> got through telling things.”</p> + +<p>“Well, I guess now that would queer our game, wouldn’t it, +partner?” bleated the annoyed Perk, then brightening up as he eyed his +chum in a suggestive fashion as though anticipating further interesting remarks +along that particular line, he went on to add: “S’pose I’m let into +the plan I know you’ve got all fixed up for us to foller.”</p> + +<p>“All things considered,” began Jack, thus urged, “I reckon +it would be the best scheme if we managed to get the rum-runner anchored back in +that big bunch of mangrove islands on <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_81'></a>81</span> the outer edge of which we lay low with our crate so +nicely camouflaged. For that matter we could cover the deck the same way, since +it’ll be from the air most likely the danger is bound to +come–through Oscar Gleeb, the German ex-war pilot.”</p> + +<p>“Sounds good to me, buddy!” snapped Perk, grinning.</p> + +<p>“I’ll swing around overhead, and have my eye peeled for any sign +of trouble,” continued Jack, “and also keep tabs on you while on the +trip south. Of course we don’t know just what speed you can coax out of +that rusty old engine, but even at a minimum of six or eight miles per hour, we +surely ought to get in hiding before sun-up.”</p> + +<p>“Easy enough, Boss, and mebbe long before,” Perk agreed. +“Didn’t you get the far away grumble of a marine engine working just +when we climbed aboard this junk–I didn’t say anything at the time, +but I guessed as how it might be that second tub turnin’ tail an’ +puttin’ for the shore.”</p> + +<p>“I made up my mind that was what it stood for,” Jack told his +companion. “They listened to all that terrible racket and just made up +their minds it was too hot out this way for them to make the riffle. Oh, well! +two may be company, but three’s considered a crowd and we might <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_82'></a>82</span> have found we’d +bitten off more than we could chew, so what does it matter?”</p> + +<p>“We’ve gathered in the booze,” Perk was saying proudly, +“or most of it anyway, together with the rum-runner, and one o’ the +crew to turn State’s evidence, so what else could we wish for–I for +one don’t feel greedy. Plenty more where this one came from, and the +smuggling season is long. What we got to pay most attention to is liftin’ +the lid, so’s to find out just who the big guns are, backing this racket +an’ chances are we’re on the right road to doin’ that this +very minute.”</p> + +<p>“That’s correct, Perk, but let’s get a move on and be +going.”</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_83'></a>83</span><a id='link_9'></a>CHAPTER IX<br /><span class='h2fs'>ENGINEER PERK ON DECK</span></h2> + +<p>Everything else being in readiness Jack and his muscular comrade started to +work the deck winch in order to get the anchor “apeak,” as Perk +called it, being desirous of showing off with his limited knowledge of things +nautical.</p> + +<p>“She’s amovin’ okay, old hoss!” gasped Perk who had +been doing considerable straining, anxious to display his ability as a mudhook +lifter. “A few more good pulls an’ we’ll have the old gink +where we want it.”</p> + +<p>The task being completed, the sloop began to move backward, very much like +those fiddler crabs Perk had watched retreating before his attack on one of the +sandy Florida beaches.</p> + +<p>“Looks like I’d better go aboard our ship and get away from here +before anything happens to disable a wing,” Jack hastened to remark, +sensing possible trouble which would be in the nature of a serious calamity just +then.</p> + +<p>“Go to it then, matey,” Perk told him, light-heartedly enough, +“I’m ready to do my stuff as a half-cooked engineer. Don’t +worry a bit about <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_84'></a>84</span> my +gettin’ there with both feet if the bally motor only holds together. +Don’t like its looks any too much, but then Lady Luck seems to be +givin’ us a heap o’ favors, so we’re goin’ to finish +after the Garrison style–heavy on the home stretch.”</p> + +<p>Before Perk reached the last word his chum had gained his seat in the +cubbyhole of the amphibian, and almost immediately called out:</p> + +<p>“Cut that rope and let me get away, partner–hurry up before I get +another and harder bump!”</p> + +<p>Ten seconds afterward the airship was entirely free from contact with the +drifting sloop. Then came the roar of the motor showing that Jack had given her +the gun. Instantly there was a forward movement of the amphibian, which +increased rapidly until it was rushing along with great speed presently lifting +its nose toward the heavens and leaving the rolling surface of the gulf, soared +aloft in repeated circles.</p> + +<p>Perk, after seeing that his pal was well on his way, turned his attention to +his own job. He had no particular trouble in coaxing the engine to start, +although it did considerable “grunting” as though its joints might +be rusty and in need of lubricating oil, thus telling that the late skipper had +allowed his engineer to neglect his duties in a climate where the salt in the +air always rusted the inside of gun barrels, machinery of all <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_85'></a>85</span> descriptions, and in many +ways played havoc with exposed metal parts.</p> + +<p>However, after the engine got well warmed up it began to work more smoothly +so that Perk lost some of his first anxiety.</p> + +<p>“Goin’ to get along okay I guess,” he assured himself and +then, keeping the prow of his vessel headed due south, he found time to try and +discover where Jack and his soaring crate might be.</p> + +<p>The engine was a gas motor and well supplied with an abundance of fuel, since +the winds on their recent voyage around the Florida Keys must have been +favorable as a whole and with the motive power idle there had been no drain on +the gas.</p> + +<p>Perk was feeling prime at that particular moment in his checkered career. It +afforded him much pride to thus be in sole charge of a captured rum-runner with +a cargo of contraband aboard. Then, too, all doubts concerning his ability to +serve as an engineer were already dissipated for the sloop was making fair time +and carried a bone in her teeth, as the white lines of foam running out on +either side attested.</p> + +<p>Perk was softly singing to himself some marine ditty he had picked up in the +course of his adventurous life afloat and ashore and which had for a title +“Rolling Down to Old Mohea”–it thrilled him to the core to +feel that he was <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_86'></a>86</span> +luckily able to afford Jack just the assistance the other required so as to +perfect his plan of campaign.</p> + +<p>Now he believed he could glimpse the amphibian overhead–yes, the moon, +poking her nose out from behind a bank of clouds, allowed him to make +certain–Jack had swung back and was circling, so as to keep the sloop +within range of his vision.</p> + +<p>“Just like a guardeen angel,” mused the enraptured Perk, standing +at his post and sending frequent curious as well as proud glances aloft, +“as he told me he meant to be. Say, ain’t this simply great stuff +we’ve struck?–never felt so joyous in all my life as when I smashed +them two tear-bombs down on the deck here an’ busted up that +fightin’ mob. Zowie! how quick they got a move on, every single man but +the one lone dickey we found knocked out down below-stairs. Ev’rything +movin’ along like silk–who cares whether school keeps or not, with +us boys on the top wave o’ success.”</p> + +<p>Then he concluded to stop premature boasting, knowing very well that as in a +game of baseball nothing is settled until the last man has been put out.</p> + +<p>So the voyage down the coast continued steadily enough, the minutes running +along into <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_87'></a>87</span> hours, +with faithful Perk keeping steadfastly at his new job.</p> + +<p>From time to time he would find the plane hovering directly over his head, +and was able to catch certain signals which he could understand because of a +previous arrangement he and Jack had.</p> + +<p>Although the moving sloop was not over a mile or so from the shore line, it +was next to impossible for Perk to catch a fleeting glimpse of land, so as to +get his bearings.</p> + +<p>“Huh!” he told himself at one time after he had received +instructions to draw a bit further toward the open gulf, as he was approaching +some point of land jutting into the water, and thus making a shoal possibly +covered with coon-oysters, on which he was apt to pull up hurriedly with +disastrous results, “this here is like flyin’ blind at a five +thousand-foot ceilin’,–Jack, he c’n see the land by usin’ the +night glasses, so it’s a good thing I c’n get tips from him right along. +Gee! this sure is gettin’ some monotonous, keepin’ this old motor +hummin’ when it’s on the blink so bad. Must be a wheen past +midnight, I’d say, an’ we ought to be clost to them Ten Thousand +Islands by now.”</p> + +<p>He had been keeping close watch on the stars and although making no claims to +being a first-class woodsman, Perk could tell the time of <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_88'></a>88</span> night by the heavenly bodies setting one +after another, which would account for his late confident assertion that morning +could not be so very far distant.</p> + +<p>Once only during all this time did Perk happen to see a far distant light out +at sea. It interested him more or less and naturally caused him to speculate as +to whether it might have any connection with the great game in which he and Jack +were now engaged. Everything he had ever heard or read connected with the +Mexican Gulf seemed to pass in review through his active mind–there was a +halo of romance hovering about that historical sheet of salt water and while +Perk was not much given to flights of fancy, he found himself picturing some of +the thrilling scenes he had recently read about, after learning that the next +locality in which he and Jack would play their adventurous part was along the +Florida Gulf Coast.</p> + +<p>Then he suddenly found himself listening intently, for above the pounding of +the old motor, with an occasional “miss” to break the monotony, he +fancied he had caught the signal Jack was to give him when the time arrived for +making a turn toward the coast.</p> + +<p>“Bully boy, Jack!” Perk cried out when he found that he had not +been deceived. “I’ll be right pleased to drop this tiresome job +an’ think <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_89'></a>89</span> +myself some lucky to miss havin’ the tub run on a reef, or the bally motor +kickin’ off an’ quittin’ cold. Yes, an’ there’s +what looks like a bunch o’ cabbage palms stickin’ their tops against +the sky-line. Better slow up, Perk, old scout, afore you hit some stump or get +aground off shore.”</p> + +<p>So he throttled the motor a bit and fairly crept along. He even found himself +wishing he had fixed things so that the prisoner might stand by with a sounding +pole in the bow of the sloop to sing out the depth and give warning of sudden +shallows but it was too late now to attempt such a thing, even if he had dared +take the chance of the fellow jumping overboard and either drowning or getting +ashore to give warning as to the menace hovering above the operations of the +far-flung smuggler combine.</p> + +<p>But fortune was still kind and presently Perk found himself softly gliding +past the outermost mangrove islands. Here, he remembered, it was his duty to +come about and lay to until Jack could drop down and taxi over to where the +sloop lay so as to consider their further plans in the coming dawn.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_90'></a>90</span><a id='link_10'></a>CHAPTER X<br /><span class='h2fs'>TAMPA BOUND</span></h2> + +<p>“Congrats, Perk,” said Jack, as soon as he came close enough, +“you did the thing up in first-class shape. If all other jobs went back on +you I reckon you could get your papers along the engineering line. A bit tired +in the bargain I take it, partner?”</p> + +<p>“Lay off on that stuff, matey,” replied the other, scornfully, +“me, I never get what you’d call tired, but jest the same I’m +right glad it’s all over an’ the rotten crate didn’t get sunk +out there–hate to lose all this bottled juice we come by in such a queer +way. Climb aboard, Jack, an’ let’s have a little talk-fest while we +rest up.”</p> + +<p>“Later on I’d be glad to do that,” he was told. +“We’d be wise to push further in among these islands before morning +comes along if any sponger or fisherman happened to glimpse this pair of odd sea +and air craft he’d spread the story far and wide and get us in Dutch. +I’ll fasten a tow line on to the ship here, if you’ll toss me a coil +and taxi away back where there <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_91'></a>91</span> wouldn’t be one chance in a thousand of our +being seen.”</p> + +<p>“I get you, buddy,” Perk hastened to say, as he made ready to +toss the bight of stout rope to his waiting chum, “and it’s all to +the good with me. Dandy luck we’ve been havin’ for a fact, on’y hope +it keeps on that way to the finish line. Here you are, Boss!”</p> + +<p>After Jack had made the small hawser fast he started the taxi stunt and +presently they were moving past the outlying clumps of mangroves with never a +bit of trouble. Perk made himself comfortable by throwing his really fatigued +form flat on the deck and stretching his muscles to the limit.</p> + +<p>This continued for some little time until finally Jack shut off his power and +came alongside, ready to climb aboard the sloop.</p> + +<p>“We’ll tie her up to this nearby clump of mangroves, where +you’ll notice there’s a bunch of tall palmetto trees growing, +showing there must be ground, such as few of these islands can boast. I’m +picking this place especially because those cabbage palms will keep the mast of +the sloop from sticking up and betraying its location to any flyer passing +over.”</p> + +<p>“I’d call that a mighty fine idea, partner,” declared Perk +enthusiastically. “Never would athought o’ anything like that +myself–my old <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_92'></a>92</span> +bean don’t work along them lines I guess. An’ when I’ve done +that camouflage act again nobody ain’t agoin’ to spy out a single +thing down this-aways. Great work, if I do say it myself, Jack old +boy.”</p> + +<p>After he had managed to fasten the bow of the sloop to one of the palmetto +trees, Jack crawled aboard. He must have also felt more or less tired, after +being caged in the small confines of the cockpit so long, for he followed +Perk’s example and dropped down on the deck to stretch out while they +exchanged opinions.</p> + +<p>“None too soon for our safety,” was the first remark Jack made, +“see, there in the east the sky has begun to take on a faint rosy tint +which means the sun must be making ready to rise.”</p> + +<p>“Things are workin’ just lovely for us, I’d mention, old +hoss,” suggested Perk, with one of his good-humored chuckles that told how +well pleased he must be on account of the many “breaks” that +persisted in coming their way. “Let the mornin’ come along when it +pleases, it don’t matter a red cent to us back here in this gloomy +solitude.”</p> + +<p>They started to exchange opinions concerning the remarkable happenings of the +night just passed and in this way many things that had not been very clear to +Perk were made plain. On his part he was able to offer several suggestions that +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_93'></a>93</span> added to the stock +of knowledge Jack already possessed so that it was a mutual affair after +all.</p> + +<p>“I rather reckon somebody’s going to get a surprise packet when I +finish explaining just how this contraband sloop and cargo fell into our +hands,” Jack was saying at one time, apparently vastly amused himself. +“Fact is, I wouldn’t blame the Commissioner for believing I was +drawing the long bow when he hears about those tear-bombs you tossed out that +scattered the crowd like I’ve heard you tell a shell used to do when it +dropped into a dugout over in the Argonne.”</p> + +<p>As they lay there taking things easy, the heavens in the east assumed a most +wonderful range of various delicate tints that made even Perk gasp with +admiration. Birds started singing, mocking birds and cardinals among others, +crows could be heard cawing close by as though there might be a hidden bird +roost not far distant. This was corroborated later on when streams of white +egrets flew past, scattering to find their morning meal.</p> + +<p>So, too, circling buzzards could be seen far above as they searched for signs +of a feast in the shape of a dead fish cast ashore on some sandbar or +mudbank–a heavy plunge not far away told of a monster alligator that had +been lying asleep on some log, taking a dive as he noticed the <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_94'></a>94</span> presence of two-legged +human enemies whom he had reason to suspect of designs on his life.</p> + +<p>“How about a little grub for a change, partner?” demanded Perk, +after they had been talking for quite some time.</p> + +<p>“I reckon it wouldn’t come amiss,” admitted Jack; +“but if you’ve got any idea of starting a fire and making coffee, +better throw that overboard right away, for in the first place you’d find +it a hard job to run across any solid ground among all these mangrove islands +and then besides it might not be the wisest thing going to send up a column of +smoke to attract attention to this quarter. Get that do you, Perk?”</p> + +<p>“Y–es,” admitted the other, with a disconsolate shrug of +his shoulders as if he had no liking for the scheme being thus tabooed, +“s’pose it’s jest like you put it, Jack, though I own up I was +hopin’ we might make a pot o’ coffee. Just the same we got plenty +o’ fresh water along, even if it is sorter warm an’ coffee’d +taste just prime, but I c’n stand anything when necessity drives. So let’s +get our teeth in some eats without botherin’ further, ’cause I’m +half starved an’ them sandwiches’d go fine.”</p> + +<p>Accordingly they started operations, Perk clambering aboard the amphibian to +fish out the package of “eats”, he knowing best where it had <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_95'></a>95</span> been secreted on the +previous evening after they had supper near this same spot.</p> + +<p>As they munched their dry food they continued to talk, finding plenty of +subjects bearing on their work that would be the better for further study.</p> + +<p>“There’s only one way we can arrange things so as to keep our +clutch on the spoils we’ve rustled so far and do our duty according to +orders.”</p> + +<p>“I kinder guess I c’n smell a rat already, Jack,” chuckled Perk +as he wrapped up the remnant of the food supply which he had taken from their +main stock–“I’m the goat in the deal–you figger on me +stayin’ here in this ’gator hole to stand by the ship an’ knock the +block off’n anybody what tries to get away with our property–how’s +that for a straight hit square in the bullseye?”</p> + +<p>“Go up head, Perkiser–you got the answer first clip, for +that’s just what has to be put through. I’ll start off presently and +make a bee line for Tampa where they told me our immediate boss, Colonel +Tranter, is stopping with his sick wife. I’ll make my report direct to him +and take further orders. He’ll like enough detail a couple of revenue men +on duty along the East Coast to come back with me to where you’re lying +here so they can take the sloop and her wet <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_96'></a>96</span> cargo to Tampa to be given over to the proper +officers who will see that no clever smuggler has half a chance to run away with +her.”</p> + +<p>“I c’n easy enough see how you’ve thunk ev’ry thing out, +an’ on’y need a little time to put the scheme through with a rush. Tell +me, Jack, will you be apt to get any further lines on the way things stand down +here?–there was some talk, I ’member, about them bein’ able to give +us a few pointers concernin’ them higher-ups the Government is so anxious +to cage so as to break this whole gang up for keeps.”</p> + +<p>“Certainly, I intend to ask about that very thing,” came +Jack’s ready reply, “and I’m also in great hopes they’ll +be able to add some news worth while, that, in conjunction with what we already +know, or suspect, will put us sleuth hounds on the hot trail of the big +millionaire they feel certain has been the main backing of the whole ugly bunch +while keeping in the background himself all the while. They’re depending +on you and me, Perk, to produce the evidence that’s going to convict him +of conspiracy against the Government, which may send him to Atlanta for a dozen +years or more.”</p> + +<p>“Know how long you’ll be away, Jack?” demanded the other +casually as if it was really a matter of but little moment to him what the +answer might be, since he could be depended on to <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_97'></a>97</span> hold to their booty with the tenacity of +a leech.</p> + +<p>“That all depends on circumstances–I may be back by noon, and +again not till late in the afternoon or evening. I expect to fetch a couple of +sandbaggers along who will take over the sloop and stuff that’s aboard. +Having washed our hands clean of those encumbrances we’ll be in fit shape +to delve deeper into the game and see what we get out of the grab-bag. Anyway, +don’t expect me until you see me heading this way and keep a sharp +lookout, for from all accounts this crowd we’re up against is said to be a +tricky combination, always stepping on their toes and doing big +things.”</p> + +<p>“Yeah, we’ve heard lots o’ that kind o’ stuff but +just the same the lads makin’ up the crew o’ this sloop didn’t +keep their eyes open, or they’d never been taken unawares by them +hijackers. Leave it to Gabe Perkiser to hold fast to what he’s got; +they’d have to be a regiment, armed with machine-guns, bombs, an’ +even gas, to knock <i>me</i> off’n my perch an’ I don’t mean that +for boastin’ either, Jack.”</p> + +<p>Later on Jack decided it would be just as well for him to jump off and be on +his way to Tampa. Contrary winds or something else might delay his arrival, and +an early start was bound to be of much help toward bringing a quick return.</p> + +<p>He first used the binoculars in order to scan <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_98'></a>98</span> the heavens as well as they could be +covered when he was so surrounded by those strange mangrove islands and +discovering no sign of any cruising, spying crate, he bade Perk goodbye and +taxied in the direction of the open gulf, which he knew lay due west.</p> + +<p>Perk answered his signal ere the amphibian turned a bend in the tortuous +channel and saw Jack vanish from view; nor could he long detect any sound to +indicate the presence of an airship since cautious Jack had again made use of +that wonderful “silencer” which they had found so useful while +conducting their search during the preceding night. Then the appointed guardian +of the captured contraband sloop turned his attention to matters which had to do +with his making the tied-up craft as thoroughly invisible from the upper air as +he knew how.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_99'></a>99</span><a id='link_11'></a>CHAPTER XI<br /><span class='h2fs'>PERK HOLDS THE FORT</span></h2> + +<p>First of all Perk set about getting the one boat that had been left aboard +the smuggler sloop into the water as he would need it for conveying his green +material with which he intended to cover the exposed deck.</p> + +<p>There was little trouble about accomplishing that and when he dropped into +the rowboat with a pair of excellent oars in his possession, he felt +considerably encouraged.</p> + +<p>So he started to poke around, hoping to run across some island that was more +than a mere patch of the omnipresent mangrove tangle. This he succeeded in doing +without much loss of time and his pleasure redoubled at finding a mass of dwarf +saw palmetto that would yield him a plentiful supply of fronds with their queer +serrated edges such as would stab cruelly unless one took care to handle them +properly.</p> + +<p>Here, too, were some young palmetto trees with the new leaves within easy +reach. Working with a vim Perk speedily loaded his small boat with green stuff, +after which he returned to <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_100'></a>100</span> the sloop and proceeded to scatter his material to +the best advantage all over any exposed part of the contraband vessel.</p> + +<p>It necessitated a second trip before he felt satisfied for whatever his +shortcomings might be in other respects, Perk always tried to fulfill his whole +duty whenever he tackled a job.</p> + +<p>By the time he had finished he was “reeking wet” as he called it, +with “honest-to-goodness sweat,” not perspiration, but it was worth +all it cost to be able to feel that the sharpest vision on the part of a sky +pilot passing over the spot, and even equipped with powerful binoculars, would +not be able to detect the presence of the sequestered runaway sloop.</p> + +<p>“Good enough,” he told himself, as he lay down to rest a bit and +scan the blue heavens so as to learn whether there was any sign of a cloud +chaser from horizon to horizon where the clumps of mangroves allowed him a clear +vision.</p> + +<p>Several times he gave a little start, and proceeded to strain his eyes so as +to make doubly sure, but in every instance the moving dot he had noted far away +to the north or nor’east proved to be a circling buzzard, keeping up his eternal +weaving to and fro in search of a belated breakfast after his own peculiar +kind.</p> + +<p>So the time passed, and Perk even dozed, lying there amidst his “Palm +Sunday greens,” as <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_101'></a>101</span> he fancifully called the camouflage stuff, for the +climbing sun kept getting warmer, and induced somnolence, especially after such +an eventful night as the one he and Jack had just passed.</p> + +<p>Later in the morning he sat up, took another cautious look around at the +clear sky, and then proceeded to enjoy a good, old-fashioned smoke, for Perk was +a lover of his under-slung pipe <i>a la Dawes</i>.</p> + +<p>Noon found him thus, picturing his chum arriving at Tampa and interviewing +the Government official who could give him what assistance he required so as to +turn over the captured sloop and the contraband it carried, both above and below +decks.</p> + +<p>At one time Perk out of curiosity–as well as a desire to be in a +condition to state the amount of spoils he and Jack had “corraled” +in their swoop upon the fighting smugglers and hijackers–took a pad of +paper and a pencil and proceeded to go over the entire vessel, securing a rough +invoice of the numerous piled-up cases bearing that foreign, burnt brand.</p> + +<p>Then a temptation gripped him, and, as he took another “eyeful” +sweep of the azure arch overhead, to again find the coast clear, he tortured +himself with the vision of a pot of boiling coffee to go with his otherwise dry +midday snack of lunch.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_102'></a>102</span>“Huh! no +use talkin’, I jest <i>can’t</i> stand it any longer–got to +have my coffee if I want to keep happy as a clam at high tide. Nothin’ to +prevent me paddlin’ across once more to where I got these here greens. I +noticed heaps an’ heaps o’ dry wood, broken branches, stems o’ +palmetto leaves an’ such dandy trash for a quick fire. Might as well tote +the machine-gun along, so’s to be ready for anything that comes–it +could be a frisky twelve-foot ’gator wantin’ to climb me or mebbe one +o’ them sly painters I been told they got down in this queer old country. +Anyway, here you go, Perk, coffee pot an’ all.”</p> + +<p>He was soon busily engaged in building his little fire, hoping no hostile +eyes might detect the trailing smoke ascending above the tops of that palmetto +clump. Then came the pleasing task of watching his coffee pot as it stood on the +tilting firewood, a job that required constant vigilance if he hoped to save its +precious contents from spilling.</p> + +<p>Presently the odor began to fill him with delight and later on he found +himself sitting cross-legged, like a Turk, and swallowing gulp after gulp of the +amber fluid he loved so well.</p> + +<p>Taken altogether it proved to be as satisfactory a little lunch as Perk had +partaken of in some time. After finishing the entire contents of his coffee pot, +he concluded it would be just as <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_103'></a>103</span> well for him to clean up, destroying all signs of +the fire, and return to the sloop.</p> + +<p>He had good reason to shake hands with himself because of this exhibition of +caution, for later on, as the afternoon began to lengthen, with the sun starting +down toward the western horizon, he suddenly began to catch faint sounds such as +sent a sudden thrill through his whole nervous system.</p> + +<p>“Dang it if I ain’t hearin’ somethin’ right like +human voices,” he told himself, cocking up his head the better to listen, +and applying a cupped hand to his right ear. “Yep, that’s a fact, +an’ over in that quarter to boot,” nodding toward the northeast +where his instinct told him the mainland must lie, even if some miles +distant.</p> + +<p>So, too, he decided later that the suspicious sounds kept growing louder, +from which fact he judged the speakers were slowly but surely approaching his +hiding place.</p> + +<p>“All right, let ’em come along,” Perk muttered grimly as he +clutched that deadly little hand machine-gun with which he could pour a rain of +missiles in a comparatively speedy passage of time. “They can’t +ditch me, I kinder guess, an’ nobody ain’t agoin’ to grab this +crate if I have to shoot up the hull mob o’ galoots.”</p> + +<p>Nevertheless, since there was always a fair chance that the secreted sloop +might escape <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_104'></a>104</span> +discovery, Perk finally concluded to dispose of his own person, at the same time +meaning to keep in readiness to give the intruders a hot reception, did the +occasion warrant such a course.</p> + +<p>Then he could hear what he knew to be the splash of oars, and squeaking +sounds of the row-locks. But he had already discounted this fact, knowing as he +did the impossibility of anyone ever reaching the fringe of that vast wilderness +of mangrove islands in which many a fisherman had been lost, never to find his +way out of the myriad of zigzag channels without the possession of some manner +of boat.</p> + +<p>On they came until finally Perk realized they were just around the corner, +for he could pick up every word that was uttered as well as see specks of foam +from the working oars as it carried past, the tide being on the ebb just +then.</p> + +<p>“Told yuh it was a steamer runnin’ past thet sent up yer smoke +trail, Zeb,” a harsh jeering voice was saying, accompanying the words with +a string of oaths as though he felt more or less “mad” because of +the exertion necessitated in working at the oars so long and on a bootless +errand at that.</p> + +<p>“Wall,” came another drawling voice in which keen disappointment +could be detected. “I judged it shore lay in this direction, but like yuh +says, it must’a ben a steamer out yonder on the <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_105'></a>105</span> gulf–mebbe thet rev’nue boat they done tole +us to watch out fur er else some o’ them spongers frum up Tarpon Springs +way. Anyhow, I got all I wants o’ exercise so I move weuns call hit a day +an’ get back to the shanty.”</p> + +<p>“Yas, thet’s the best thing we kin do,” agreed the other, +with a snarl in his heavy voice, “we got heaps o’ work ahead +tonight, if so be thet Fritz airpilot does drop over with his batch o’ +yeller boys like weuns been told he’d do. I’d like tuh see the whole +caboodle o’ Chinks dropped inter the middle o’ the gulf, I hate +’em so, but thar’s good money in the game, we happens tuh know, Zeb, +which I jest caint hold back on nowhow. Les go!”</p> + +<p>Greatly to the relief of the listening Perk he heard the sound of splashing +gradually recede until finally it died away completely. This gave him a feeling +bordering on relief, for while Perk was an old hand at the fighting game and +stood ready to give a good account of his ability to defend their prize; at the +same time he had no violent desire to open up on the two occupants of the unseen +rowboat nor yet was the idea of the sloop being discovered at all to his +taste.</p> + +<p>“Lucky lads you might count yourselves if on’y you knew how I was +layin’ right here in ambush, ready to sink that boat an’ make the +biggest sort o’ a splash. An’ I’m guessin’ I got off +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_106'></a>106</span> right smart +’bout that cookin’ fire racket, come to think of it–might +a’spilled the beans all right, and made all sort o’ trouble for our +crowd.”</p> + +<p>Talking in this fashion to himself, Perk again set about taking things +comfortably nor did he ever hear of that pair again. Still, he treasured up in +his mind what he had heard the man with the harsh voice say in connection with +the smuggling of unwelcome Chinese immigrants who were ready to pay so well for +an opportunity to beat the Government regulations in their eagerness to join the +foreign colony in Mott Street, New York City, where the vast majority of them +were bound. It would naturally interest Jack when he heard the news, although it +could hardly be considered startling, since they already knew full well this +sort of thing was being carried on by daring airplane pilots in the service of +the far-flung smuggling combine.</p> + +<p>By now it was well past the middle of the afternoon. Light fleecy, white +clouds had been drifting up from the direction of the Dry Tortugas and Key West +but this far they did not look at all portentous, as though any kind of a storm +might be brewing. Perk hoped that would not turn out to be the case since they +had work planned for a part of the coming night, which would be greatly hampered +by unsettled weather.</p> + +<p>Then, on making one of his habitual observations <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_107'></a>107</span> of the upper air, he discovered a +moving speck that he soon decided must be a plane heading in his direction. At +first Perk fancied it must be Jack on his way back, but later on he realized the +air craft bore a great resemblance to the Curtiss-Robin boat which they had +figured belonged to the Hun pilot, Oscar Gleeb.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_108'></a>108</span><a id='link_12'></a>CHAPTER XII<br /><span class='h2fs'>ODDENEMIES FACE TO FACE</span></h2> + +<p>“Je-ru-salem crickets!” Perk told himself as he stared, “I +do b’lieve that’s the same Curtiss-Robin crate we saw before, an’ +making direct for this here section o’ the map in the bargain! Now I +wonder what he wants to barge in for when things seem to be doin’ their +prettiest for us fellers? Guess I’d better get ready for boarders. If that +smart guy took a notion to swoop down for a close-up o’ these mangrove +islands, he’d be apt to pick me up, ’specially if he happens to own a pair +o’ glasses, which stands to reason he sure does. Huh! what a bother. +Better be slow ’bout foolin’ with a buzz-saw, that’s all I c’n +say to him.”</p> + +<p>No sooner said than done, which was Perk’s usual way of playing the +game. He changed his position for one that offered less chance for discovery and +while about it Perk started to build up something in the shape of a formidable +fortification.</p> + +<p>“What luck to have all these logs lyin’ around when I need +them,” he went on to tell himself <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_109'></a>109</span> with many a dry chuckle. “Guess now they had +’em aboard to pull the wool over the eyes o’ any customs men that +happened to board the sloop lookin’ for contraband stuff–meant to +claim they was fetchin’ mahogany logs to a States market. Gee whiz! they +sure are a tough proposition to move around but here’s the cutest little +fort any playboy could wish for. Let him come along–who cares a red cent +what he does, so long’s I got this here machine-gun with plenty o’ +cartridges in the belts to riddle things with. Ring up the curtain, an’ +let the play start. Makes me think I’m back in the old line again along +the Argonne, an’ say, jest ’magine how it all works out with one o’ +them same Hun pilots swooping down on me! It sure is to laugh, boys.”</p> + +<p>By this time the oncoming plane was drawing perilously near and Perk wisely +settled himself so that he could see all that occurred.</p> + +<p>He possessed a pair of marvelously keen eyes and while it would have +simplified matters considerably had he been handling those wonderful binoculars, +just the same he could get on without them.</p> + +<p>By close application he was able to see a figure bending over the ledge of +the cabin window, apparently scrutinizing the queer combination of mangrove +patches and crooked water passages between. The plane was rushing down a steep +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_110'></a>110</span> slant in a clever +dive, or glide, so that with the passage of each second the chances for the +pilot to make a discovery increased.</p> + +<p>“Gosh! but ain’t this the life, though?” muttered the +watcher, thrilled to the core with what was hovering over his head yet not so +much as making the slightest movement that would attract attention. If discovery +must come, Perk was determined that no act of his would hasten it along and no +responsibility for the tragedy–if such there followed–could be laid +at his door.</p> + +<p>He had discovered some time back that the rival crate resembled their own, in +that it was in the amphibian class–could hop-off either from the land or +when on the water.</p> + +<p>Really he had taken it for granted that such would turn out to be the case, +since occasions without number must arise when, for instance, the smugglers +wished to take alien Chinamen from some schooner or speedboat by means of which +the first part of their journey to the Promised Land had been carried through, +when it would be necessary for the plane to drop alongside the boat from Cuba or +other foreign ports and make the transfer.</p> + +<p>The prospect was far from displeasing to Perk–he felt positive that it +would be the first time on record when one of Uncle Sam’s Secret <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_111'></a>111</span> Service men fought it +out with a taxiing seaplane on the subtropical waters of the great gulf.</p> + +<p>The outcome of course was hidden behind a haze of mystery–one, or both +of those engaged might never live to tell the story but then that sort of +uncertainty had been his daily portion during his thrilling service on the +French front and its coming to the surface again after all these years of less +arduous labor only made Perk hug himself, theoretically speaking.</p> + +<p>Now the flying ship was passing directly over his place of concealment, +although at rather a high ceiling. Would the Argus-eyed pilot make any +suspicious discovery, or, failing to do so, continue his scrutiny along the many +leagues of similar mangrove islands stretching far into the south?</p> + +<p>Perk saw him pass the spot, which caused him to imagine the game was all off, +and he would have nothing but his trouble for his pains. Indeed a sense of heavy +disappointment had even begun to grip his heart when he saw the other suddenly +bank and swing as though meaning to come back again.</p> + +<p>“Zowie! kinder looks like he <i>did</i> glimpse somethin’ that +struck him as wuth a second scrutiny,” chuckled the anxious watcher, that +delicious thrill once more sweeping over his whole frame.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_112'></a>112</span>Indeed, it was a +moment of more or less suspense, although Perk was telling himself he did not +care a particle whether the smuggler pilot discovered the mast of the sloop, +with its camouflaged deck below or not.</p> + +<p>He was only hoping that the other might not take a notion to fly overhead and +try to drop some sort of a miserable bomb down upon the spot where things looked +a bit suspicious to him. Possibly Perk still seemed to get a faint whiff of the +tear-gas that had drenched the smugglers’ boat at the time he himself +hurled those two bombs with such deadly accuracy and the possibility of being +himself made the target of a similar attack was anything but pleasing for him to +contemplate.</p> + +<p>This time the Curtiss-Robin sped past not much more than three hundred feet +above, so that he could plainly make out a head, with its protecting helmet, +earflaps, and goggles, that was projected from the cabin.</p> + +<p>“Darn his nerve, if he ain’t wavin’ his hand to me to say, +‘I see you little boy, you’re it!’ Spotted me, danged if he +didn’t, by ginger! an’ now the fun’s a’goin’ to start +right along. Wow! this is what I like, an’ pays up for a wheen o’ +lazy days. How the blood does leap through a feller’s veins when he feels +he’s in action again. Oscar, old boy, here’s wishin’ you all +the compliments o’ the <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_113'></a>113</span> season an’ I hereby promise to send back +whatever you throw me. Go on and do your stuff, old hoss–I’m on to +your game okay!”</p> + +<p>He found further cause for congratulation when he made certain that the plane +was now headed for the smiling surface of the little bay close by, showing that +the pilot intended to make his little splash, and take a look at the hidden +sloop with its illicit cargo of many cases that had been so mysteriously +snatched from the hands of those with whom he was in close association.</p> + +<p>This was as Perk would have it if given any decision in the matter. Once the +amphibian started to taxi toward him and they would be placed on the same +footing, each with a machine-gun to back him up and former experience in +handling such a weapon equally balanced. Could anything be fairer than that, +Perk asked himself, preparing for business at the drop of the hat?</p> + +<p>The plane had made contact with the water and was floating there like an +enormous aquatic fowl of some unknown species. Now the pilot was making a right +turn as though meaning to come down on Perk with the western breeze–his +motor was keeping up more or less of a furore, which told Perk that shrewd +though these up-to-date contraband runners might be, at least they had slipped a +cog by failing to keep up with <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_114'></a>114</span> the inventions of the times, for undoubtedly this +pilot had no silencer aboard his craft to effectually muffle the exhaust of his +engine.</p> + +<p>However, this was no time to bother about such minor things when the main +issue was whether he was destined to “get” the ex-war ace, or the +other put him out of action when the battle was on.</p> + +<p>Perk shifted his gun so that its muzzle kept following the moving seaplane in +its advance. Let Oscar but make a start in his projected bombardment, and Perk +stood ready to answer with a similar fusilade that must rather astonish the +other, for as yet he could have no assurance that the concealed sloop was +manned–doubtless he would figure the seized craft had been hidden here and +temporarily abandoned until such convenient time as the captors could return +with recruits and run it to some port where the confiscated shipment might be +turned over to the proper authorities.</p> + +<p>Just the same Oscar Gleeb might think it good policy to make sure of his +ground by spraying the boat’s deck with a round or two of searching +missiles before attempting to board it.</p> + +<p>Whatever way the cat was going to jump, Perk knew the issue was bound to be +joined before many more seconds slipped past, and he held himself ready.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_115'></a>115</span><a id='link_13'></a>CHAPTER XIII<br /><span class='h2fs'>WHEN GREEK MET GREEK</span></h2> + +<p>The seaplane had stopped short, although its engine still rattled away as +vehemently as ever. Perk understood the reason for this–Oscar may have +been a hot-headed youngster away back when the great war was on, but apparently +his later experiences had cooled his blood to some extent and he did not mean to +be too rash.</p> + +<p>Doubtless he could by this time plainly make out the sloop which was so +skillfully concealed, especially from the air above, and there may have been a +sufficiently menacing air about it that called for caution. He was not such a +fool as to blindly walk into what might prove to be a clever trap, set by a +bunch of those despised Government workers to catch him napping.</p> + +<p>Accordingly he considered it good policy to hold off and pepper the sloop +from stem to stern before taking any further steps at doing any boarding and +seizing it for its rightful owners.</p> + +<p>Then again, in order to get the best work from his firearms and have his +hands free, he knew he <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_116'></a>116</span> should fix matters so he could drop the controls +and pay strict attention to his other job.</p> + +<p>Perk was lying low, holding himself in readiness for action. He believed he +would be amply protected by the logs he had piled up, but just the same he did +duck his head involuntarily at the first crack of the machine-gun the pilot of +the Curtiss boat was handling so lovingly, as though it might be an old and +valued “baby” in his estimation.</p> + +<p>But just the same Perk could not allow any misunderstanding to keep the other +in ignorance of how matters stood–he had sent out his impudent challenge, +and Perk was quick to accept it.</p> + +<p>So the din was further increased by a second barrage, chiming in with perhaps +its notes ranged along a little higher key, but on the whole playing skillfully +and merrily its own part in the mad chorus that reigned.</p> + +<p>How the chatter of those two rapid-fire guns did carry on, with the splinters +flying every-which way as the missiles tore them loose from the logs and the +coaming of the sloop’s deck.</p> + +<p>Perk was compelled to do most of his work while keeping his head down, lest +he be potted in that rain of bullets the other fighter was pouring in on him. +Consequently he could hardly be expected to do himself full justice. Perhaps +Oscar <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_117'></a>117</span> on his part +was working under a similar disadvantage, for he really had little in the way of +a barricade to intercept the shower to which he was being subjected.</p> + +<p>Lucky for him he had shown the good sense to stop his advance with +considerable distance separating him from the hidden sloop–had they been +closer there was not one chance in ten that some damage would not have placed +his seaplane out of commission, even though the pilot himself escaped death.</p> + +<p>Then suddenly a white flag shot up from the sloop’s breastworks. Oscar, +with the gallantry such as had ever distinguished the air fighters on both sides +in those days that tried men’s souls, ceased firing.</p> + +<p>“Give up?” he was bawling, as the rapid-fire guns both became +silent, while their hot barrels cooled off a bit.</p> + +<p>“Not so you could notice it,” Perk shouted. “Jest wanted to +exchange a few words with you, if you’re Oscar Gleeb, an’ it’s +true that you was a live-wire over there in France an’ the +Argonne–say, is that all to the good, Mister Pilot?”</p> + +<p>The other did not answer immediately. Plainly he must have been considerably +astonished at the queer turn the engagement had taken; and then again possibly +he did not exactly <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_118'></a>118</span> +like the idea of being compelled to acknowledge his identity, fearing it might +be only a trap to ensnare him in the meshes of the law he had been defying so +flagrantly.</p> + +<p>“What’s that matter to you?” he finally yelled testily, so +that Perk began to suspect he must have touched up the other with one of the +bullets that struck the seaplane.</p> + +<p>“Oh! nothin’ much,” sang out the complaisant Perk, +cheerfully, “on’y I wanted to let you know I was over there in the same +line and had the good luck to send down a few o’ you Hun pilots in a +blazin’ coffin. Wondered now if me’n an’ you mightn’t a had a +private scrap o’ our own in them bully times. Allers did hanker to have a +talk-fest with you, sense I heard ’bout you bein’ one o’ them +bloomin’ hot Junker pilots.”</p> + +<p>A hoarse laugh greeted this amazing sally of Perk’s.</p> + +<p>“Say, what sort of a crazy gyp are you to want to talk things over +while we got this scrap on?” bellowed the helmeted man in the shot torn +cabin of the amphibian. “That’s our boat you’re standin’ +on, and we need it in our business, see? Give you three minutes to clear out, +for I’m comin’ aboard. Get that, Kamarad?”</p> + +<p>“Sure thing, Oscar old hoss, but when you do it’ll be feet first, +for I’m fixed to fill your carcass so full o’ lead it wouldn’t +need any cannon ball <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_119'></a>119</span> to sink you if you died at sea. So mind your step, +Mister Pilot–jest been gettin’ my hand in so far, but what’s +comin’ next’ll be a whole lot different, bet your boots!”</p> + +<p>The other did not show the white feather but immediately set to work once +more with his weapon. No sooner was its chatter “on the air” than +Perk started giving his own gun a chance to show its worth. This made it lively +again and once more those aggravating splinters began to scatter, worrying Perk +not a little, for strange to say he dreaded lest one of them find lodgment in +his anatomy and this troubled him much more than the possibility of being struck +by a speeding bullet.</p> + +<p>It was quite warm while it lasted, but presently Perk realized that the +opposition had suddenly ceased. Being a polite man and always pleased to meet +his antagonist on even terms, Perk also stopped firing. If Oscar had decided to +advance once more and try conclusions at close quarters where it would be give +and take, he, Perk, could prove himself a most accommodating chap.</p> + +<p>Sure enough the engine of the amphibian had started up with increased vigor +and Perk, cautiously lifting his head, saw that the plane was really in motion. +But it was also veering to one side, which action might mean either one of two +things–that the other had had quite enough of <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_120'></a>120</span> this exchange of hot fire and was +pulling out, or else that in his crafty German way he was meaning some sort of +flank attack in hopes of carrying the fort.</p> + +<p>Faster and faster was the taxiing airship rushing through the water and Perk +continued to hold his fire, realizing that the fight was over.</p> + +<p>“Go to it, Oscar old hoss!” he burst out, as he grasped this +clinching finish of the strange engagement with the rival gunmen separating +after a hot exchange of compliments, each apparently able to move off under his +own steam, “Beat it for all you’re worth while the goin’ is +good. There, he’s lifted his crate in one big pull an’ I kinder +guess he ain’t hurt much either, else he couldn’t show so much +steam. Wall, here Perk’s been left in possession, after all that bluff he +put up. But it sure was a dandy jig while it lasted.”</p> + +<p>At that Perk began to laugh as though the true perspective had flashed before +his eyes for then, and later on, too, he was ready to declare that a more +ridiculous as well as unprofitable battle had never been waged between two rival +pilots of the upper air lanes.</p> + +<p>Now the fleeing ship had mounted to a fair ceiling and was rushing off in a +roaring zoom but Perk noticed his late foe was heading due east as though bent +on picking out an entirely different direction from the one he had used <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_121'></a>121</span> when coming with an +impetuous rush to investigate the mysteries of the mangrove islands.</p> + +<p>“Huh! that strikes me as a bit queer,” Perk was telling himself +as he gazed after the ship, now growing smaller and smaller as it placed miles +between them. “Looks like Oscar might a remembered a mighty important +engagement he ought to keep. Oh well, I’ve had my little shindig, and +it’s just as well we both came through okay–them as ‘fights +an’ runs away, may live to fight another day,’ that old sayin’ +has it which is sure a true thing. Hey! what’s this mean–seems like +I didn’t come through as soft-like as I figgered I had–blood on my +hand, yep, an’ on my face ditto. Guess one o’ them nasty +zippin’ bullets must a creased my ear, and fetched the juice a little. +Shucks! nothin’ to bother about I’d say.”</p> + +<p>He took his old red bandanna and dabbed at his right ear with many a grunt as +well as chuckle.</p> + +<p>“Seems like it’s the only time I’ve weltered in my own gore +for a coon’s age,” Perk was saying as he looked at the stains on his +faithful if faded rag that had been his close companion on many a long flight +through fog and storm, wintry cold and summer heat. “But then I got a +notion Oscar must a’been nipped, too, mebbe a whole lot <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_122'></a>122</span> worse’n me. Honors are ’bout +even, I guess, and if ever I do run across that lad again I’m +meanin’ to shake hands with him, jest out o’ consideration for the +fox an’ geese game us air pilots used to play in the big ruction over +there.”</p> + +<p>By chance Perk turned his gaze in another direction for he no longer found +any interest in keeping tabs on his late antagonist whose ship was now growing +dim in the distance, having entered among a bunch of fleecy clouds.</p> + +<p>Hardly had Perk turned his head than he gave utterance to a low cry.</p> + +<p>“What do I see but another crate humping along this way, an’ +outen the no’th in the bargain?” he observed, with ill concealed eagerness +in his tones. “Could it be Oscar, an’ the other skunks got ’em +a hull fleet o’ airships to carry on their trade o’ smugglin’ +in licker, diamonds an’ Chinks that want to get in this country +more’n they do the yeller man’s Paradise? Oh! rats, what’m I +thinkin’ about–wake up, Gabe Perkiser, an’ use your noodle +like it was given to you to handle. To be sure that second plane is our own bus, +with my pal handlin’ the stick. An’ I guess Oscar must a glimpsed +him headin’ this way, which made him reckon this wasn’t the +healthiest place in the country for a feller o’ his size, so he skipped +out <i>pronto</i>. Yep, that’s my pal for a cookey, I’d know his way +o’ handlin’ <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_123'></a>123</span> a ship in a dozen an’ as far as I could lamp +the boat.”</p> + +<p>On the whole he was extremely glad to see Jack returning, although also +pleased to know he had had his little frolic in a miniature battle that for the +brief period of its life had been able to give him a most delicious thrill.</p> + +<p>He watched the oncoming ship grow in size and noted the significant fact that +its approach was so lacking in all the customary racket that deafens the human +ear.</p> + +<p>Then presently a hand waved to him, Jack swung around and dropped with a +little splash upon the water–just where Oscar had so recently left +it–to taxi along and pull up close to the camouflaged sloop.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_124'></a>124</span><a id='link_14'></a>CHAPTER XIV<br /><span class='h2fs'>THE COAST GUARD MEN</span></h2> + +<p>Perk made a discovery just then that afforded him more or less satisfaction. +This was the fact that apparently Jack’s mission to Tampa had not been in +vain for he could see several heads in the cabin of the amphibian beside that of +his best chum.</p> + +<p>“Huh! ’pears like Jack fetched through okay, an’ has ferried some +guys back with him to take this stuff off’n our hands,” Perk was +muttering, even as Jack started to clamber aboard the sloop, being closely +followed by a couple of determined looking young men.</p> + +<p>“Back again, brother,” Jack observed, as he clasped the extended +hand of his partner, then, gave a queer grimace upon taking note of the +splintered coaming of the sloop as well as the badly pockmarked barricade of +mahogany logs. “Say, what’s all this mean, I want to +know–looks like you might have been mixed up in some sort of rumpus while +I was away!”</p> + +<p>Perk grinned and nodded his head cheerfully.</p> + +<p>“Had a heap o’ fun, old boss, an’ got loads o’ <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_125'></a>125</span> thrills out o’ it. +Mebbe now you noticed some sort o’ crate just vanishing among them clouds +off toward the east as you breezed along?”</p> + +<p>“Thought I did,” came the immediate reply, “but the +visibility was getting poor, and I couldn’t be sure it wasn’t a +buzzard, or even an eagle ducking in and out. What’s it mean, +Perk–was he kicking up a mess around here?”</p> + +<p>“You said it, partner, an’ his name was sure Oscar–Oscar +Gleeb, ’cause he got mad as hops when I asked him, an’ told me that +wasn’t any o’ my business. But we sure did have a nice hot spell, +Oscar’n me.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, and I reckon now you got your old right ear touched up again, +Perk, for I can see streaks of half-dried blood running down your +cheek.”</p> + +<p>“Yeah, he nicked me okay, an’ if this keeps on much further +I’ll soon be taken for the Manassa Mauler, ’cause it’ll gimme a +cauliflower ear. Who are these two lads, Jack–look like they might belong +to the Coast Guard.”</p> + +<p>“Just what they are–meet Tom Cairns and Red McGrath, who have +been sent along with me to take charge of this contraband and hand it over to +Mr. Philip Ridgeway, temporarily in charge of the Treasury Department interests +along the West Coast here, with headquarters in Tampa–this is the fine pal +you heard me speaking about a few times, boys–Gabe Perkiser, <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_126'></a>126</span> commonly known simply as +Perk, a veteran of the big scrap over in France where he flew one of those +sausage observation blimps, and was later on considered something of an ace in +our flying corps.”</p> + +<p>So Perk gladly shook the hands extended to him, grinned in his genial +fashion, and from that moment on they were as brothers all.</p> + +<p>“While we’re stretching our legs, after being cooped up in that +cramped cabin for some hours,” suggested Jack, whose curiosity had +naturally been aroused by the multitude of signs all around indicative of a warm +session, “suppose you sketch your little adventure for us, Perk. And I +want to say that Oscar was pretty much of a fool if he reckoned on snatching +this boat away from an old fighter like <i>you</i>, when you had a nice new +machine-gun to back up your claims.”</p> + +<p>“Shucks! he showed the right stuff for a scrapper,” expostulated +the honest Perk, anxious to give credit where credit was due. “We stopped +the barrage at one point to have a little chin, but unable to agree, we jest +started all over again. An’ I kinder guess I must’ve notched the +critter some, for he hauled off an’ skinned the cat by kickin’ out. +I was jest tellin’ myself it sure turned out to be a good thing he +didn’t have any Chinks aboard at the time, ’cause they might’ve lost +the number o’ their mess in the racket–I’m <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_127'></a>127</span> willin’ to stop +the yeller boys from crashin’ Unc’ Sam’s gates, but I +don’t crave the job o’ sendin’ the poor dicks along to their +worshipped ancestors, not me.”</p> + +<p>“Well, get a move on you, Perk, and let’s have the story of your +fight–did he drop down, and have it out with you on the water; or was he +circling above your head all the while?”</p> + +<p>“If you’ll take another squint at these bullet marks, old +hoss,” said Perk, reproachfully, “you’ll see they passed along +on the level. Yeah, he was a square shooter I want to say and some day I’m +hopin’ me’n Oscar c’n shake hands, since the war’s long past +an’ German is being taught again in our public schools.”</p> + +<p>Then he launched forth in a graphic, if terse, description of the remarkable +battle that had so recently taken place. The others listened with intense +interest, for if Perk did have a way of cutting his sentences short and never +going into lengthy descriptions, nevertheless he made his points tell, and kept +his audience of three breathing fast with the thrill they received.</p> + +<p>“Now let’s get a move on,” Jack was saying after Perk had +finished the exciting description of his adventure, “and go over all this +mess of cases, so these boys can give us a little document to say how we turned +over that number of boxes to their charge, together with the sloop. <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_128'></a>128</span> McGrath here used to run +the engine of a tug in New York harbor and is well able to manage this rusty cub +here–we found it capable of doing a day’s work, you know Perk, on +the way here.”</p> + +<p>Jack’s word was law, since he was in command. Accordingly they started +a systematic check of every case of bottled goods to be found aboard the +confiscated vessel, above and below decks.</p> + +<p>“Just an even two hundred and twenty-six,” announced Jack, after +they had gone over the entire lot twice with the same result. “I reckon a +few got away aboard that speedboat but they didn’t have much time to work +the racket before the hijacker mob swarmed aboard and kicked up that +riot–then along came Perk, with his armful of tear-bombs and broke up the +Boston tea party in great shape. I’ll make out a paper for both of you to +sign, after which you can kick-off when you please.”</p> + +<p>All this was satisfactory to McGrath and his comrade and the paper having +been duly signed, they set about examining the engine so as to learn whether it +could have been injured in any way from the storm of missiles that came aboard +during the hostilities so lately ended.</p> + +<p>“The bally old thing seems to be in fairly decent shape for +running,” was McGrath’s verdict after the checking had been +completed, “and <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_129'></a>129</span> since we’ve got some distance to cover before +we make Tampa Bay, p’raps we’d better be shoving off.”</p> + +<p>“No such big hurry as that, boys,” observed Jack. +“I’m a bit hungry myself and reckon you both must be in the same +boat. We’ve got plenty of grub, and to spare, also Perk here knows a few +wrinkles along the cooking line. Suppose we have some sort of spread to +celebrate Perk’s victory.”</p> + +<p>“Huh! pleases me okay, brother,” announced the expectant +<i>chef</i>. “I’ve run across a little rusty kerosene burnin’ +stove here in what I’d call the cook’s galley, an’ we might as +well have some hot coffee with the eats.”</p> + +<p>As there were no dissenting votes the motion was carried unanimously; +whereupon Perk bustled around and soon had his coffee pot over an apology for a +flame which would, however, answer their purpose.</p> + +<p>It was only a simple supper, but with good appetites to back them, every one +of the quartette declared it was great and would long be remembered.</p> + +<p>Then the mess of saw palmetto leaves and other stuff utilized for camouflage +purposes was cast overboard after which McGrath “fiddled” with the +engine and soon had it running, limp and all, for its misses were plentiful, +although <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_130'></a>130</span> the +engineer allowed there did not seem to be anything fundamentally wrong.</p> + +<p>“If we have fair luck,” he announced, confidently, “we +ought to fetch our Tampa dock, where all prizes are tied-up, before morning +comes along. On the other hand, if we break down we’ll either hang on to +the sloop, or if luck runs against us, sink her, after smashing every bottle +aboard.”</p> + +<p>“Good enough, Red,” Jack told him as they shook hands for the +last time. “I hope we run across you boys again some day, and please keep +your lip buttoned about our being down here with an amphibian to knock some of +these smugglers of Chinks and rum galley-west.”</p> + +<p>“You can depend on us to keep mum, Jack,” the red-headed +ex-harbor tug engineer assured him.</p> + +<p>So the last line was cast off, Jack and Perk retired to their own ship, and +with many a wheeze and complaint the sloop started to pass out to the open gulf, +and commence the night journey to Tampa Bay.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_131'></a>131</span><a id='link_15'></a>CHAPTER XV<br /><span class='h2fs'>WITH THE COMING OF THE MOON</span></h2> + +<p>“Wall,” Perk was remarking as the sloop passed beyond range of +their vision amidst the gathering shades of night, already drawing her sable +curtains close, “I hopes they get through without runnin’ smack +against a bunch o’ the racketeers.”</p> + +<p>“With fair luck they ought to manage to slip along,” Jack went on +to observe, confidently. “You heard me warn them to keep a watchful eye +out for smugglers and hijackers by land and sea and air? Anyway we’ve +finished our part of the job and this paper proves that our find was all I +cracked it up to be when I talked with Mr. Ridgeway.”</p> + +<p>“Course, you knocked up against the gent then, eh Jack?”</p> + +<p>“Sure, or I shouldn’t have been able to fetch those lads back +with me to take over the sloop and contraband cargo,” the other told him. +“But I was in a tail spin at first when I learned that Mr. Ridgeway had +gone down to St. Pete to interview some people who had reasons for not <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_132'></a>132</span> wanting to be seen going +into his Government offices in Tampa. But I got his address and jumped my boat, +slipped down Tampa Bay, and pulled in at the long municipal pier at St. +Petersburg.”</p> + +<p>“I first hired a dependable man to keep watch over my ship while I was +off hunting my superior officer but I found him after a bit and he was sure glad +to see me, shook hands like a good sport, and asked me a bunch of questions +before starting to tell me what important fresh news he had picked up through +his agents working the spy game for all it was worth.”</p> + +<p>“Was he tickled to learn how we managed to run off with that slick +little sloop that carried so neat a pack o’ cases marked with foreign +stamps?”</p> + +<p>“Seemed to be,” came the ready answer. “He isn’t a +man of many words, you know, Perk, but what he says he means. He told me they +were banking on the pair of us to bring the high-hat chaps at the head of this +smuggler league to the bar, with plenty of evidence that would convict them, no +matter how many big lawyers they employed to beat the case.”</p> + +<p>“That sounds all to the good with me, old hoss,” snapped the +pleased Perk. “’Taint often we get half the praise that’s +comin’ to us–not that I care a whiff ’bout that, +though–satisfied to do my duty by Unc’ Sam, an’ let them +high-ups <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_133'></a>133</span> have the +main credit. But I guess we’ll get some kick out o’ the game just +the same an’ that’s worth all it costs us. Tell me, did this Mr. +Ridgeway fork over any news worth knowin’?”</p> + +<p>“He did,” the other assured him. “I showed him those papers +I found hidden in the cabin of the sloop, with a fine list of names, such as +would cover customers who’d ordered the stuff they had aboard and he +reckoned that several of them might point to the heads of the combine swinging +the big smuggling deal.”</p> + +<p>“That would be a clue worth while, I’d say,” Perk asserted +warmly, his eyes flashing with renewed zeal as though he might be telling +himself they must be getting on a pretty warm scent which would soon lead them +to the party they sought above every one else–the capitalist whose word +was <i>law</i>, and whose money purchased all the supplies, from liquor and +vessels to aircraft and everything else needful for carrying on their business +of swindling the Government through the Treasury Department.</p> + +<p>Just as he always did in forestalling any likely move when an important case +was placed in the hands of himself and Jack, Perk was already engaged in +mentally spreading the net destined to gather in the chief culprits–the +outlook promised a multitude of warm episodes calculated to stir the blood to +fever heat and afford <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_134'></a>134</span> him the wild excitement without which life lost +much of its charm–in his eyes at least.</p> + +<p>The pulsating throb of the old engine aboard the sloop had long since ceased +to make itself heard, so that they could with reason believe McGrath and his pal +well on the way to their distant goal, with no sign of stormy weather to be seen +in the southwestern heavens.</p> + +<p>“How ’bout spendin’ the night here, partner?” Perk +queried, as he sat contentedly smoking his favorite pipe after the manner of a +man who had good reason to congratulate himself on the close of a perfect +day.</p> + +<p>“I was just thinking that over, Perk. We might be in a worse situation +than this, if locality was all that mattered. I don’t believe the ’gators +would keep us awake with their splashing and roaring along towards early +morning, but then I’m a bit bothered thinking of the man who skipped out +after having his little machine-gun duel with you.”</p> + +<p>“You’re jest crampin’ my style when you say that, +partner,” complained Perk. “That Oscar happens to be a German, we +both know, an’ from what I learned about the breed when over there, +they’re some obstinate, once they get workin’ in a game–hate +to give it up wuss’n pizen.”</p> + +<p>“I see you’re of the same opinion as myself, buddy,” Jack +remarked, nodding his head. “You <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_135'></a>135</span> reckon there might be some chance for him to pick +up a bunch of his mates and swing back here to do a little bombing on his own +account. Well, we’re not hankering to try our own medicine, not if we know +it, and on that account I think we’d be wise to pull out of this and find +a new refuge–perhaps on some lake back from the coast where we might pick +up something interesting in our line.”</p> + +<p>“Je-ru-salem crickets! I kinder guess now you’ve got +somethin’ danglin’ back o’ them words old hoss,” broke +out the newly interested Perk, showing considerable animation. He was used to +most of Jack’s habits and could in many instances tell that something lay +hidden back of his word–something of a character to promise great +happenings when followed to a finish.</p> + +<p>That seemingly casual mention of a freshwater lake was not made without some +deep meaning–Jack must have been told something very important by the +Government official with whom he had gone into conference at Tampa and this was +his sly way of starting Perk’s wits to working overtime in the endeavor to +figure things out.</p> + +<p>“Wait and see what’s in the wind, Perk,” said the head +pilot, with a chuckle. “I promise to let you into all I know or suspect +before a great while passes. Just now I’ll own up this scheme <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_136'></a>136</span> of slipping over to a +certain sheet of fresh water for a change of base has a meaning that connects +with our big game of Blind Man’s Buff.”</p> + +<p>This seemed to square things with Perk, for he beamed as though pleased. +Whatever Jack decided was always all right in his eyes because he felt certain +that the bright mind of his comrade just could not make a blunder.</p> + +<p>“When do we hop-off, then?” he said.</p> + +<p>“Oh, when the moon shows up will be plenty of time,” came the +ready answer. “Our objective isn’t so very far distant and you know +we can make a hundred miles an hour if necessary. I’d like to pick up a +bit of my lost sleep while we wait, unless you object to standing +sentry.”</p> + +<p>“Not me, matey, I managed to snooze some during the time you were away. +Lucky I had everything fixed for company and wasn’t caught nappin’ +when our friend Oscar tipped his hat an’ made his bow. Now I was +wonderin’ if he had that ole quick-firin’ gun away back when he was +riddlin’ things along in the Argonne–wouldn’t it be a queer +thing if true? He knew how to rattle that cantankerous bus to beat the band +an’ he did nick me in that silly o’ ear o’ mine that keeps on +gettin’ in the way every time I have a little spat with a sassy +guy.”</p> + +<p>Perk insisted on his chum making himself as comfortable as possible, +considering the cramped <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_137'></a>137</span> quarters they occupied in the cluttered cabin of +their ship, which continued to keep up a soothing movement with the successive +waves that worked in from the open gulf inclining a sleepy person to +slumber.</p> + +<p>“I’ll jest sit here an’ ruminate while I consume my +tobacco,” announced the accommodating Perk, making light of his job. +“Once in so often I’ll take a look skyward with the glasses, +so’s to know if there’s any chance o’ Oscar comin’ back +here to try it all over again. When the moon peeps up in the east yonder +I’ll put a hand on your arm, so’s to let you know it’s near +time. Go to it, partner–do your stuff.”</p> + +<p>Jack was feeling pretty tired, since he had enjoyed mighty little decent +sleep from one cause or another during the last few nights. It was not at all +surprising, therefore, that he should be in slumberland before five minutes +passed after he and Perk had exchanged the last word.</p> + +<p>The self-posted sentinel did just as he had promised, every little while he +would quietly stand up and with the glasses take a keen observation, covering +the blue vault above from one horizon to another, then, finding all serene, he +would silently resume his seat, with only a sigh to indicate how he felt. Once +more he filled his everlasting pipe, began to puff delightedly, and <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_138'></a>138</span> finally lay back in a +half reclining position to smoke it out.</p> + +<p>He was a great hand at ruminating, as he called it–allowing his +thoughts to travel back to events that may have occurred months, and even years +before, but which had been of such a nature as to fix themselves in his memory +most tenaciously. This afforded him solid enjoyment, together with the charm of +his adored pipe and he asked for nothing better.</p> + +<p>Thus an hour, two of them, and more passed, with nothing out-of-the-way +taking place to attract his attention. He figured that if the pilot of the +Curtiss-Robin crate intended to come back that night, he was subject to some +sort of delay.</p> + +<p>There was frequent splashing in the lagoon near by–at times Perk could +tell it must be caused by jumping mullet, but on other occasions the sound being +many times exaggerated, he reckoned it had been made by an alligator plunging +off a log into the water, either alarmed by some sound further off, or else +possessed of a desire to enter a secret underwater den he laid claim to. This +would probably have a second entrance, or exit, up on some hummock that Perk had +failed to discover when poking around on the preceding day hunting green stuff +with which to conceal the deck of the sloop.</p> + +<p>Suddenly Perk noticed a slim streak of pale <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_139'></a>139</span> light fall athwart the propeller blade just before +him and looking hastily up discovered the smiling face of the moon–a bit +battered it is true, for the silvery queen of night was just then on the +wane.</p> + +<p>It was high time they were moving and making for the goal Jack had mentioned +as an inland lake, though at no time did he give the name by which it was known +to the settlers and tourists who flocked to Florida during the late Fall and +early Winter. So he touched Jack on the shoulder, just he he had promised he +would do, nor did he have to give the slightest shake for the other stirred and +raised his head, showing he was wide awake.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_140'></a>140</span><a id='link_16'></a>CHAPTER XVI<br /><span class='h2fs'>THE LOCKHEED-VEGA FLYING SHIP</span></h2> + +<p>“Moon coming up, partner!” was all Perk said.</p> + +<p>“Then it’s time we were moving,” Jack told him as he +started to stretch his cramped arms and yawn. “Feel a heap better now +after that little nap and ready for what’s coming.”</p> + +<p>They did not have much to do, since everything was in perfect condition for +hopping-off–trust Jack for that, with his slogan of “be +prepared.”</p> + +<p>“All set, Perk?” asked the pilot, presently.</p> + +<p>“Shoot!” was the terse answer.</p> + +<p>The bright moon would have to take the place of the customary equipment of a +landing field in the way of guidelights, markers, and search-lights, but there +was no necessity for so much light with the channel before him along which he +could taxi unerringly, until, arriving at the point where the great gulf +stretched out toward the western horizon, the speed must be advanced for the +take-off.</p> + +<p>Now they were free from the mangroves and <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_141'></a>141</span> Jack accelerated the pace of his ship +accordingly–two twin foam-crested waves rolled out from the pontoons as +they sped along until, testing things, Jack found that his charge was impatient +to leave the water and leap upward into space.</p> + +<p>Perk looked backward toward the scene of his amazing afternoon +battle–how many times in the future would the picture rise in his memory +to haunt him and bring that quizzical grin to his face.</p> + +<p>With the newly risen moon gilding the small waves of the gulf below them, the +picture looked most peaceful. Perk, although not much inclined to romance, could +not but admire the spectacle after his own rude fashion while Jack fairly drank +it in as he continued to pay attention to his manifold duties.</p> + +<p>Their course was almost due north, Jack keeping out a score or more of miles +from the coast, having reasons of his own for so doing–perhaps he found +the wind more favorable out there and this is always an important factor in the +calculations of a pilot of experience. Just as in the earlier days of ocean +steamers when they were also equipped with masts and sails, the latter were +always hoisted when the wind favored, since this helped them make progress and +saved coal at the same time.</p> + +<p>They had been booming along for something <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_142'></a>142</span> like half an hour when watchful Perk, the observer, +made a discovery worth while he believed. He communicated with his companion, +the useful earphones chancing to be in place–trust Perk for that.</p> + +<p>“Somethin’ doin’ out there to the west, partner–look +up to a higher ceilin’ an’ you’ll see it. Headin’ to +cross over our trail in the bargain, I guess.”</p> + +<p>“A crate, all right,” commented Jack, whose quick eyesight had +immediately picked up the moving object.</p> + +<p>“Looks like it might a come all the way across the +gulf–d’ye think from some Mexican port, Jack?”</p> + +<p>“Like as not,” assented the other. “These crooks make a +start from any one of a score of jumping-off places, but always with a specified +landing field ahead.”</p> + +<p>“Then you figger,” continued Perk, “he might be one +o’ the gang, fetchin’ Chinks across or mebbe precious stones, bought +in Paris, and shipped to Mexico on the way to New York, eh, partner?”</p> + +<p>“Chances are three to one that’s what it means,” Jack told +him.</p> + +<p>Perk continued to wield his important binoculars and presently, when the +lofty plane was passing over, he stated his opinion.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_143'></a>143</span>“’Taint +<i>him</i>, anyway, that’s dead sure, Jack, I guess I ought to know a +Lockheed-Vega crate, no matter how far away, or by what tricky moonlight either, +’cause you see I used to run one o’ that breed for nearly a year when I +took a whirl at the air-mail business up north out o’ Chicago till I had a +bad crash an’ quit cold.”</p> + +<p>“That settles it then, partner,” said the pilot, still observing +the speck swinging past out of the tail of his eye. “I hadn’t any +idea it could be the same chap you had your little picnic with some hours back, +for you told me he’d blown off toward the east.”</p> + +<p>“Jest what he did,” replied the observer. “Ginger pop! but +what wouldn’t I give right now to know jest whar that galoot was +meanin’ to drop down, once he gets over the land. How ’bout that, +old hoss?”</p> + +<p>“It might help out considerable,” admitted Jack although not as +much interested as Perk considered he might be. “We’ll sift things +out in good time, and for all we know, run across a few surprises in the +bargain.”</p> + +<p>Perk studied that last part for a minute, feeling almost certain Jack had +some deep meaning back of his words, but it proved too much for his capacity in +the line of figuring out mysteries, and so he dropped it “like a hot +potato,” as he told himself.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_144'></a>144</span>The mysterious +air voyager had by now disappeared entirely, although they might still have +caught the throbbing of his madly working motor had it not been for their own +engine kicking up so much racket, Jack not being inclined to make use of the +capable silencer just then.</p> + +<p>Perk had made up his mind that the unknown aviator, even if other than Oscar +Gleeb, was undoubtedly working the same profitable line of business as the pilot +of the Curtiss-Robin ship. So, too, Perk considered it worth while to try and +figure out the exact course of the high flyer as he was probably making directly +for his intended goal and this knowledge was likely to prove useful to them +later on.</p> + +<p>This he was able to accomplish. Working mental problems come easily to one +who has played the part of a navigator aboard a modern galleon of the +clouds.</p> + +<p>“Huh!” grunted Perk after figuring out his problem twice and both +times reaching the same conclusion, “the guy’s really striking in to +mighty near the same point Jack’s meanin’ to make and mebee now our +lines might cross if we both kept on goin’ long enough.”</p> + +<p>He studied this matter for some time, wondering if Jack also realized the +fact and had kept silent about it for good and sufficient reasons.</p> + +<p>It afforded the ambitious Perk considerable <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_145'></a>145</span> satisfaction to hug the idea to his heart that +possibly the chance might be given Jack and himself to locate some of these land +stations where all this flagrant smuggling business was going on–the +prospect of their’s being the force to deal the outlaw organization a +killing blow brought in its train the thrill he loved so well.</p> + +<p>Then came the moment when Jack banked and changed his course radically, +heading directly into the east where lay the peninsula of Ponce de Leon, seeker +after the Spring of Eternal Youth, and finding instead, a land of flowers.</p> + +<p>Perk knew what this evidently meant–that Jack had flown far enough up +the west coast and was now bent on making for that inland sheet of fresh water +he had mentioned to his comrade as a likely place for them to drop down and pass +the balance of the night.</p> + +<p>The uncertainty was keeping Perk keyed up to a high tension–something +told him in no uncertain tones that Jack had a vastly more important reason for +attaining that lake than the mere desire to avoid attracting +attention–just what it might mean he could not guess, for when he +attempted to solve the enigma he found himself floundering in a shoreless sea of +doubt and uncertainty that was baffling, to say the least.</p> + +<p>Perk was mumbling to himself as if he might be on the verge of reaching some +sort of decision. <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_146'></a>146</span> +He bent forward several times as if about to make an important remark and on +each occasion drew back, as though he could hardly decide how to approach the +matter he had in his mind. Then he would chuckle, as if it might have its +humorous side as well as a serious one.</p> + +<p>Already had they reached a point where he could easily see the shore several +thousand feet below and now Jack was sliding down as if bent on striking a +ceiling that would be only a few hundred feet above the palmetto fringe Perk +could distinguish running along the coast.</p> + +<p>It seemed a fitting time for him to give Jack the start he contemplated and +so, summoning his courage, Perk began to talk in as unconcerned a tone as +possible.</p> + +<p>“Partner, would you mind tellin’ me what about this here Oswald +Kearns?”</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_147'></a>147</span><a id='link_17'></a>CHAPTER XVII<br /><span class='h2fs'>OKEECHOBEE THE MYSTERIOUS</span></h2> + +<p>“Say that again, Perk!” demanded the startled pilot, as though +that apparently innocent question had given him a severe jolt.</p> + +<p>“Oswald Kearns–kinder queer name, I kinder guess now, an’ +I’m wonderin’ if I ever heard it before–that’s all, +Jack.”</p> + +<p>The pilot was busy with his work in handling the ship and therefore debarred +from turning his head to look at his companion but at least he could put the +astonishment he felt into words.</p> + +<p>“So–you think that’s a queer name, do you? Well, I’m +asking you again, where did you ever run across it–who ever spoke it in +your hearing, Perk?”</p> + +<p>“Why–er, guess it was on’y <i>you</i>, partner,” came the +hesitating reply.</p> + +<p>“You don’t say?” gasped Jack, tremendously excited, +“please tell me when that happened because I don’t remember doing +such a thing, though I meant to carry out our partnership arrangement this very +night when we had settled down and could have a nice quiet confab–go on, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_148'></a>148</span> though, and say +when I lifted the lid, and let you into this part of our big game, +Perk.”</p> + +<p>“Huh! you talked in your sleep some, old hoss–first time ever I +knew you to do sech a thing–said that name exactly three times, like it +meant a heap in the bargain.”</p> + +<p>“You mean <i>tonight</i> while I was picking up a few winks of +sleep–is that a fact, Perk?”</p> + +<p>“Sure thing, boss–course I knew somethin’ must be +pesterin’ you like all get-out, so I made up my mind to ask you who that +Oswald might be an’ what we’d got to do with such a +critter.”</p> + +<p>Then Jack laughed as the humorous side of his recent thrill had begun to grip +him.</p> + +<p>“Well, well, seems like I’ll soon have to put a padlock on my +lips after this when I hit the hay. It’s a serious offence for a fellow in +<i>our</i> profession to give away his secrets like that! Never knew myself to +be guilty of babbling that way before. Lucky you were the only one to hear me +give the game away so recklessly. The joke is on me, partner.”</p> + +<p>“But say, Jack, whoever is this Kearns guy anyhow–I sure never +heard his name before tonight an’ I kinder got the idee in my head he must +be some big-wig you ran up against when in Washington–somebody who had the +orderin’ around o’ poor dicks like me’nd you.”</p> + +<p>“That’s a far guess, brother,” Jack told him, <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_149'></a>149</span> “for the fact of +the matter is, this Oswald Kearns happens to be a certain party just now under +suspicion as being the king-pin of these smugglers who’re giving Uncle Sam +a run for his money down along this gulf coast!”</p> + +<p>Perk took it with a little break, as though the information fairly staggered +him, but he was quickly back again at his fly-casting–seeking information +at the fount in which he had so much faith.</p> + +<p>“You sent me into a reg’lar tail spin that time, Jack, but after +tellin’ me so much, it’d be right cruel to keep me a’guessin’ +any longer.”</p> + +<p>“I don’t mean to keep you in the dark after this, Perk,” he +was told in jerky, broken sentences, as though Jack found it difficult to talk +and pay the proper attention to what he was doing, for the amphibian had again +commenced a steep dive, seeking a much lower altitude. “There are too many +things connected with the story to try and spin it now–just hold your +horses till we settle down on that lake, and you’ll get it–all I +know, or suspect, anyhow. Just now I can only tell you that this Kearns is a +most remarkable personage, a baffling mystery to the Department who’s +outsmarted the whole Service and played his game of hide-and-seek before their +very eyes–nobody so far has been <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_150'></a>150</span> able to pick up a shred of positive evidence that +would convict him.</p> + +<p>“Gosh, amighty, we’re flyin’ high, buddy!” was what +Perk exclaimed and immediately his wits went into a huddle. He must get busy and +figure things out, just as football teams do when a change in signals becomes +essential.</p> + +<p>They had been passing over the land for some little time and still Jack kept +heading almost directly into the northeast. He knew just where he expected to +make his goal, due to a close application to his charts and maps of the Florida +region.</p> + +<p>Debarred from fishing for information while the flight was on, Perk was +forced to seek consolation in making good use of his binoculars, sweeping the +heavens for signs of other suspicious planes or endeavoring to make out the +character of the terrain over which they were speeding.</p> + +<p>Occasionally he managed to discover some tiny light and this gave him an +opportunity to speculate as to its meaning–if isolated he concluded it +must either be a campfire made by alligator hunters, or a street light in some +small hamlet, such as he imagined might be found in this almost wild section of +lower Florida where the Everglades with their eternal water kept settlers from +picking out locations for starting <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_151'></a>151</span> truck patches or citrus groves–all of which +would probably be vastly changed when the great reclamation plans for draining +had been fully carried out.</p> + +<p>He often felt certain he glimpsed water below and had enough knowledge of the +country to understand what that would mean.</p> + +<p>“Wonder jest how long he means to keep this up,” Perk was saying +to himself when the better part of an hour had passed since they left the open +gulf behind, “huh! by this time we must a’gone more’n sixty miles +an’ say, in places the hull State ain’t more’n a hundred +across from the Atlantic Ocean to the Mex. Gulf. Whoopee! could it mean +he’s aimin’ to strike that terrible, big +lake–Okeechobee–that overflowed its banks not long ago when they had +that nasty hurricane and drowned a wheen o’ poor folks around Moore Haven? +Gee whiz! it’s got me a’guessin’ but then Jack knows what he’s +tryin’ to do, an’ I’m goin’ to leave it all up to him to +settle.”</p> + +<p>Somehow this suggestion appealed to Perk as being quite in line with the +magnitude of their tremendous task–it was only appropriate to have the +scene of their coming operations the biggest freshwater lake by long odds in the +entire State, barring none–it would have been what Perk might term as +“small pertatoes, an’ <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_152'></a>152</span> few in a hill,” to have such a wizard of an +operator as Oswald Kearns pick out an ordinary body of water, say of a mile in +diameter, as his secret headquarters where he could continue to keep his +whereabouts unknown to the Government revenue men.</p> + +<p>Lake Okeechobee–well, that certainly offered some scope for any display +of their own cleverness in finding the proofs they so yearned to possess in +rounding up the “cantankerous varmint,” as Perk was already calling +Kearns in his Yankee vernacular.</p> + +<p>It could not be much longer delayed, Perk assured his eager self–less +than another hour of this sort of work would take them entirely across the +peninsula, and cause the plane to fetch up somewhere along the Atlantic coast +between Miami and Palm Beach. Much as Perk would like to set eyes upon those two +opulent Southern winter resorts in the midst of their splendor, he felt that +such a thing would hardly be proper under the conditions by which their visit +would have to be governed–small chance for anything bordering on secrecy +to be carried out in such a region of sport seeking and excitement day after +day.</p> + +<p>Ah! it must be coming closer now, he decided on noting how, far below the +plane, he could make out what looked like a vast sea with little <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_153'></a>153</span> wavelets glimmering in +the light of the moon–assuredly that must indeed be the lonely lake, long +known as the home of mystery, Okeechobee, the mightiest stretch of fresh water +in the whole country of the South.</p> + +<p>Jack was passing up along the western shore line as though his plan of +campaign called for a descent in some obscure quarter where they could find a +hideout in which to park their aircraft while they pursued their urgent call +ashore.</p> + +<p>Not the faintest gleam of light anywhere proved that settlers were indeed few +and far between and this fact would also explain just why Oswald Kearns, wishing +for secrecy and isolation, had selected this region as best suited to his +purpose.</p> + +<p>Now Jack was dropping steadily, his silencer in full play–it was time +for Perk to get busy and through the use of his marine night glasses keep his +pilot posted regarding what lay below them.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_154'></a>154</span><a id='link_18'></a>CHAPTER XVIII<br /><span class='h2fs'>THE MASTER CROOK</span></h2> + +<p>One thing Perk noticed with more or less satisfaction as they drew closer to +the surface of the water was the fact that quite a stiff breeze seemed to be +blowing out of the north. The waves were running up along the shore with +considerable vigor and noise while the dead leaves hanging from the palmetto +trees fringing the bank above the meagre beach kept up a loud rustling, such as +would effectually drown any ordinary splash made by the contact of their +pontoons with the surface of the lake.</p> + +<p>Conditions could hardly have been more favorable for an undetected +landing–the time was late, so that it hardly seemed as though any one +would be abroad, the moon kept dodging behind successive clumps of dark clouds +that had swept up from the southwest and everything seemed to be arranged just +as Jack would have wished.</p> + +<p>Perk had received instructions from his mate to keep on the watch for certain +landmarks that would serve to tell them they were not far <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_155'></a>155</span> distant from their intended location. +When in due time he made out the wooded point that jutted out so commandingly +from the mainland and had communicated that fact to the pilot, Jack turned the +nose of his craft sharply downward, proving that the decisive moment was at +hand.</p> + +<p>Noted for his ability to carry through a delicate landing, Jack certainly +never did a prettier drop into a body of water, fresh or salt, with less +disturbance than on this momentous occasion, and they were soon riding like a +wild duck, just within sight of the shore.</p> + +<p>There were no signs of anything stirring along the waterfront, Perk observed, +and yet if his suspicions were correct, there must have been considerable +activity around that same spot, with a ship coming in laden with stupefied +Chinamen, terrified by making such a trip from Cuba or some Mexican port in a +“flying devil” that could soar up among the very clouds and span the +widest of angry seas–perhaps on the other hand the incoming aircraft would +bring a cargo of precious cases, each almost worth its weight in silver or maybe +the skipper would carry a small packet in his pocket that might contain a +duke’s ransom in diamonds that would never pay custom duties to the +Government.</p> + +<p>No wonder then Perk was thrilled to the core <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_156'></a>156</span> with the sense of mystery that brooded over this +most peculiar locality–to him it already assumed a condition bordering on +some of those miraculous things he could remember once reading in his +boyhood’s favorite book “The Arabian Night’s +Entertainment,” the glamour of which had never entirely left him.</p> + +<p>But already Jack was casting about, as though eager to find some place of +concealment where they could stow the ship away and so prevent prying eyes from +making a disastrous discovery–disastrous at least to those plans upon +which Jack was depending for the successful outcome of his dangerous +mission.</p> + +<p>“We’ve got to taxi up the shore a mile or so,” he was +telling Perk in the softest manner possible, although the noise made by the +rolling waves and the clashing dead palmetto leaves dangling from the lofty +crowns of the numerous trees would have deadened voices raised even to their +natural pitch.</p> + +<p>“So,” was all Perk allowed himself to say, but it testified to +his understanding of the policy involved in Jack’s general scheme of +things.</p> + +<p>This was done as quietly as the conditions allowed, and how fortunate it was +they had held off from crossing over from the gulf until the middle of the +night–but then it might be <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_157'></a>157</span> expected that Jack would consider all such things +in laying out his movements.</p> + +<p>In the end they managed to get the amphibian between two jutting banks where +the vegetation was so dense that there was no chance of a trail or road passing +that way. In the early morning Jack planned to once again conceal his ship, even +as the captured sloop had been camouflaged by Perk’s clever use of green +stuff.</p> + +<p>“That part of the job’s done and without any slip-up,” Jack +was saying, vastly relieved, “and now we can take things easy for a spell, +during which time I’ll try and post you as far as I can about this queer +fish, Oswald Kearns, and what they’ve begun to suspect he’s been +doing all this while.”</p> + +<p>“In the first place he’s about as wealthy as any one would want +to be, so the reason for his playing this game doesn’t lie back of a +desire to accumulate money. Some say he must have run afoul of the customs +service in the days when he hadn’t fallen heir to his fortune and all this +is just spite work to get even–a crazy idea, but there may be a germ of +truth in it after all.”</p> + +<p>“He has a wonderful place not far out of Miami–they all say +it’s a regular palace, where he entertains lavishly and yet not at any +time have they known of a raid staged on his castle, as some call the rambling +stone building that shelters a <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_158'></a>158</span> curio collection equal to any in the art museums of +New York City.”</p> + +<p>“Every little while Oswald Kearns disappears and no one seems to know +his whereabouts–some guess he’s fond of tarpon fishing and goes out +with a pal to indulge in the sport, his destination being kept secret so that +the common herd can’t swarm about the fishing grounds and annoy him; then +another lot say he is not the bachelor he makes out, but has a little cozy home +somewhere else with a wife who detests society and that’s where he goes +when away from the Miami paradise.”</p> + +<p>“Both of these guesses are wide of the truth–what they told me up +at the Treasury Department set me thinking and I found some papers aboard that +sloop we captured that opened up a startling line of action that might be +unbelievable if it were any other man than the eccentric Oswald +Kearns.”</p> + +<p>“By the way, Perk, after I’d committed the contents of those +papers to memory I sent them by registered mail to Headquarters because, you +see, something might happen to us before we get to the end of this journey and I +reckoned the Department would like to be able to take advantage of our +discoveries.”</p> + +<p>“You did jest right there, partner,” Perk told him–he was +sitting there drinking it all in with <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_159'></a>159</span> the utmost eagerness. “It sure would be a +pity if we kicked off an’ Uncle Sam couldn’t profit by what work +we’d done. But what you’ve already told me ’bout this here +queer guy gets my goat, like as not there never was a feller as full o’ +kinks as he is.”</p> + +<p>“I’m pretty certain of that, partner,” Jack assured him, +“there’s no doubt about his having been gassed in the war and that +might account for his actions–he’s dippy along certain lines and he +finds this way of defying the Government gives him the one big thrill he wants. +It’s almost incredible, I own up, but I believe we’re going to prove +it before we quit.</p> + +<p>“Some men you know find this excitement in driving a speeding car along +the beach up at Daytona at a hundred miles and more an hour, others go out and +hunt tigers in India, lions and elephants in wildest Africa, but with this +wealthy sportsman the craze takes the form of snapping his fingers in contempt +at Uncle Sam’s Coast Guard and all the revenue men in Florida.</p> + +<p>“I was a bit skeptical at first, it all seemed so silly, such a whimsey +for a rich man to fancy–taking such big risks just for the thrill he +got–but the more I picked up about the man the less inclined I became to +doubt, and by now I’m convinced it is the truth.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_160'></a>160</span>“But what +makes him keep all this smuggling business clear of this wonderful show place +near Miami?” asked Perk, apparently still groping as though in a daze.</p> + +<p>“Just wants to be living his double life,” explained Jack, +“with one line never crossing the other–you might call it a Jekyll +and Hyde sort of an existence. But the truth will come out in broad daylight if +ever we <i>do</i> round him up and catch him with the goods.”</p> + +<p>“Er–’bout how long will we be in makin’ some sort +o’ start, boss?” asked Perk anxiously.</p> + +<p>“We may have to stick around here for some days while we do a little +spy work and lay our net,” Jack told him. “A great deal depends on, +how the land lies and what success we strike in making our approach–you +know how it is with all golfers–approach means a whole lot to them. But if +we have the good fortune to nab our man after making certain we have plenty of +convincing evidence to be used against him, why there’s our boat ready to +spirit him away before his gang can forcibly take him off our hands.”</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_161'></a>161</span><a id='link_19'></a>CHAPTER XIX<br /><span class='h2fs'>THE SCENT GROWS WARMER</span></h2> + +<p>It all seemed so simple, as Jack put it, that Perk felt everything was bound +to come their way eventually if not just then. All the same his sound common +sense told him there was apt to be some pretty lively times in store for them +before the end they sought had been obtained.</p> + +<p>He had the feeling of one who had been fed up on thrilling details and +figured on having a great volume of tragic possibilities to mull over in his +customary fashion–for all the world, as Jack often told him, like a cow +chewing her cud.</p> + +<p>Realizing that Jack had now posted him thoroughly, Perk managed to curb his +curiosity besides, the chances were his pal would be likely to frown on anything +approaching garrulity.</p> + +<p>Several hours passed and most of this time they spent taking short naps in +order to keep in condition for anything that might crop up. Then came the dawn, +to find Perk pawing over his haversack in which he had food stowed away, <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_162'></a>162</span> with which he calculated +to meet any “hold-over” that might come along.</p> + +<p>That dawn was a wonderful one, especially for those unaccustomed to what +Florida could offer in the way of sunrises. Even while the pair partook of their +limited breakfast, they kept an eye on the amazingly delicate shades of color +that marked the approach of the sun above the eastern horizon.</p> + +<p>But they had work ahead and could not waste time by lingering over the early +morning meal. In order to lessen the chances of discovery it would be necessary +for them to conceal the ship from spying eyes and with his former effectual +result in camouflage as a sample of how it could best be accomplished, Perk took +it upon himself to repeat the operation.</p> + +<p>They had aboard the amphibian a cleverly arranged collapsible canvas boat +that could be launched in short order and was to be propelled by means of a +short but serviceable paddle. While up in Canada with the Mounties, Perk had +become quite proficient in the use of a paddle and also in balancing by sheer +instinct while in a tipsy little canoe.</p> + +<p>Accordingly he convinced his chum that since both of them could hardly expect +to occupy the small shallop and carry any quantity of greens, it was up to him, +Perk, to put the job through in <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_163'></a>163</span> good shape. Jack could be checking up his motor and +taking a survey of the boat so as to make certain it was in serviceable +condition.</p> + +<p>“Cause you know, partner,” Perk went on solemnly, “when we +<i>do</i> want to skip out it’s bound to be in a hoppin’ hurry +an’ there’d be no time to look her over then, by jiminy. Jest lie +around an’ take things easy-like–your work is a’goin to be mostly +with the brain, while I’m the lad to use the muscle.”</p> + +<p>Jack felt that since the canoe was so diminutive, Perk’s logic was +unanswerable, so he agreed to the division of labor.</p> + +<p>“Only, if it turns out that the job’s a bigger one than you +reckon on, buddy, you’ll let me take a whirl at it,” he suggested, +to which the other simply grinned and nodded his head.</p> + +<p>The work went on steadily and Perk eventually had every part of the amphibian +covered with deceptive green stuff, well calculated to hoodwink any air pilot +passing directly over the spot.</p> + +<p>This accomplished, he was ready to call it a day and drop down close to Jack +for a resting spell. When they talked it was in low tones, almost bordering on +whispers, for Jack took no chances of some enemy being within gunshot range of +their hideout, whose ears would be likely to catch the sound of ordinary +voices.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_164'></a>164</span>Jack, observing +what his chum had accomplished, felt compelled to give the artist his meed of +commendation.</p> + +<p>“You sure made a fine job of smothering things with all this stuff, +Perk,” he told him, which was music in the other’s ears, since he +would rather have Jack praise him than any one he knew. “No easy thing to +hide these stretched-out wings and the fuselage, too, as well as the shiny parts +of the crate–motor, propeller, and such, but <i>you</i> fixed it to beat +the band.”</p> + +<p>“Can that sort o’ talk, partner–it was a soft job an’ +anybody with sense could a’done it as good as yours truly. Goin’ to be a +sure enough long day, ’cordin’ to my way o’ lookin’ at +it.”</p> + +<p>“Oh! nothing like having a little patience,” commented Jack +calmly, for he seldom showed signs of being in a hurry. “Men in our line +of business must learn to just hang on and wait for the proper minute to strike +the hook home in the fish’s jaw.”</p> + +<p>“Yeah, an’ then hang on some more, after they git the barb well +hooked, with the game fish kickin’ up an awful row,” chuckled Perk. +“Huh! don’t I know how impatience is my besettin’ sin and +ain’t I always a’tryin’ to curb it? That’s why I’m crazy +to work in double harness with you, brother, ’cause you hold me in when I feel +like spreadin’ myself brashly. Guess I know <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_165'></a>165</span> when I’m well off. Time to take +another spin in dreamland, seems like,” with which remark Perk assumed as +easy a position as the crowded cabin of the ship admitted, closed his eyes, and +so far as Jack could tell from his regular breathing was asleep.</p> + +<p>It was indeed a long morning for them both.</p> + +<p>Came noon and they again proceeded to enjoy a snack, for appetites have a +habit of growing rampant despite any lack of expenditure in the way of muscular +activity.</p> + +<p>“I was jest thinkin,” Perk remarked as they chewed their dry +food, more as a duty than because they enjoyed it, “that we might be put +on short rations if we’re held up on this here job any great length +o’ time.”</p> + +<p>Jack refused to be disturbed by such a possibility.</p> + +<p>“Oh! I reckon there isn’t much chance of <i>that</i> +happening,” he said in his usual optimistic manner. “If things get +pretty bad we can make a foray on the pantry of the shack where our friend puts +up when over here. Knowing that he’s fond of his grub, with oceans of the +long green to lay in the best of supplies with, I rather think he keeps a +well-stocked larder at all times. I don’t figure on either of us being +starved out while there’s a flock of eatables close by,” and from +the way in which Perk licked his lips on <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_166'></a>166</span> hearing this said, it was plainly evident he fully +agreed with his pal.</p> + +<p>After that wonderful sunrise, which even Perk had called glorious, the sky +clouded up around noon and there were even signs to warn them that rain might +come along by nightfall. The visibility, too, became somewhat poor which +possibly was one reason that influenced Jack to make a certain decision which +Perk heard later on with unbounded pleasure.</p> + +<p>“It’s getting on my nerves a bit, too, I must confess, +Perk,” was the way he started to state his case, “and since there +would be small chance of discovery, thanks to this muggy atmosphere, +what’s to hinder our taking a little stroll, keeping a wary eye out for +stragglers?”</p> + +<p>“I get you, partner,” was the eager way Perk snapped him up on +the proposition which exactly tallied with what he himself had been wishing. +“I calculate now it means we c’n move around an’ get tabs on this +here hideout o’ the gent we’re so much in love with, eh, +what?”</p> + +<p>“Wouldn’t do any harm to learn the lay of the land,” Jack +told him, “especially since we mean to do most of our snooping under cover +of night. So let’s step out and take our little saunter. We know right +well in a general way that the shack must lie down the shore, by that point +jutting out a mile away. Let’s hope we’ll be able to run <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_167'></a>167</span> across some kind of +trail by following which we’ll fetch up as close as we want to go for the +first time. Both of us must make a mental map of everything we see so as to feel +sure of our ground when darkness comes.”</p> + +<p>“That’s the ticket, partner, let’s go!”</p> + +<p>Perk lost no time in picking up the small hand machine-gun, that could be +used much after the fashion of a long barreled German Luger quick-firing pistol +and when Jack looked dubiously at it his chum hastened to explain his reason for +lugging such a weapon along.</p> + +<p>“Huh! the weight don’t count with such a husky as me, old hoss +an’ how do we know what’s goin’ to happen before we gets back +here? These guys, I take it, are quick on the trigger and if we got to fight +we’d have a better chance to pull out alive if we carried this little +pill-box.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, well! have it your own way, brother,” Jack told him, +evidently impressed with Perk’s logic; and so they started forth.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_168'></a>168</span><a id='link_20'></a>CHAPTER XX<br /><span class='h2fs'>DENIZENS OF THE FLORIDA SWAMPS</span></h2> + +<p>After all it was perhaps a wise determination on the part of Jack to thus +take time by the forelock and endeavor to learn the lay of the land while a +fitting opportunity lasted. To start out when darkness lay over everything, with +no knowledge whatever concerning the prospect before them, would have doubled +the chances for some grievous calamity overtaking them even before they were +ready to strike their first blow.</p> + +<p>Jack had a pretty strong suspicion they were in the neighborhood of some +stretch of swampland–he was backed in this supposition by several +things–the general low lay of the ground bordering the great lake and also +the fact that snowy white egrets, as well as cranes, flew to and fro during the +early morning, as though they must have a roost not far away and he had been +told that as a rule these gathering places were to be found in the gloomy depths +of a swamp.</p> + +<p>If they should chance to lose their way in those dark and dismal swamps and +find themselves mired in the mud holes, they would be in <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_169'></a>169</span> a sorry fix, and they might even be +forced to shout for assistance in order to save their lives, thus revealing +themselves to their enemy, for the tenacious muck had a tendency to act in the +same treacherous fashion as quicksand, clutching the victim and dragging him +down, inch after inch into its unfathomable depths.</p> + +<p>Hardly were they started than one pleasing discovery was made. Just as Jack +had hoped might be the case, a dim trail was struck not far back from the border +of the silent lake, that gave promise of leading them in the course they planned +to go.</p> + +<p>Jack made certain that there were no signs of this trail having been used by +human beings–at least in recent times; possibly it may have originally +been an Indian trail in those days when Osceola and his gallant followers dared +defy the powers at Washington and declare open war upon the few white squatters +at that time in the southern portions of the Florida peninsula. Or, what was +more probable still, it might be only the pathway used for ages by innumerable +four-footed denizens of the swamp,–deer, panthers, raccoons, ’possum, +foxes, wildcats and the like.</p> + +<p>It was a meandering trail, evidently following the path of least resistance +for on both sides the shrubbery, together with wild grape-vines and <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_170'></a>170</span> various other climbers, +made a solid barrier that even a weasel might have found difficult to +negotiate.</p> + +<p>Presently their road skirted the border of the swamp Jack had felt so certain +could not be far away. Here new and wonderful sights greeted their eyes and Perk +in particular stared with all his might, taking in the flowers that festooned +many of the trees–palmetto, live-oaks, wild plum, gumbo limbo, and queer +looking cypress, with their cumbersome butts rising several feet from the ooze +in which they grew. Most of the trees were festooned with long trailing banners +of gray Spanish moss that gave them a most unusual appearance.</p> + +<p>Since it was Perk’s first hand knowledge concerning the looks of a +genuine Southern swamp, he felt justified in making frequent halts in order to +gaze and wonder. Particularly was he impressed with the giant alligator that had +been sunning himself on a half-submerged log and had slid off with a splash at +their approach, also the multitude of water moccasins to be seen on stumps and +other objects, looking most vicious with their checkered backs and dusty +bellies.</p> + +<p>“You want to take particular notice of those dirty looking boys,” +Jack told him in a low tone, pointing to a bunch of the reptiles as he spoke, +“for they are water moccasins, cowardly enough, <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_171'></a>171</span> but always ready to give you a sly stab +and I’ve been told they are so poisonous that even if a man didn’t +die after being struck, his wound would never heal properly and his life become +a burden to him. Give the critters a wide berth always, partner.”</p> + +<p>“Huh! you jest better believe I will, Jack–never did care much +for snakes, even the harmless kinds an’ I’d jump three feet in the +air when out West, if ever I heard a locust buzz, thinkin’ it must be a +rattler. Me an’ the crawlin’ breed don’t mix, that’s +what.”</p> + +<p>Hardly three minutes after Perk had given expression to his dislikes, Jack +caught him by the arm and with a trace of excitement that was really foreign to +his nature, pointed to some object close to the trail they were following.</p> + +<p>“Jeru-salem crickets!” gasped Jack, possibly a bit louder than +discretion would warrant but Jack felt there was some measure of excuse for his +outburst.</p> + +<p>There a monstrous diamondback rattlesnake, fully five feet long and as thick +through the body as a good-sized man’s thigh, had just raised its enormous +flat head and opened its jaws to display its terrible fangs. Even as the two +stood there and stared, the rattle began to whirr its deadly warning.</p> + +<p>“It’s all right, Perk,” said Jack soothingly, not <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_172'></a>172</span> certain what the effect +of so dangerous a neighbor might have upon his sensitive pal, “we can pass +him by out of reach. A rattler, unless madly in earnest, never tries to strike +further than his length for he has to get back in his coil in a hurry, being +helpless to defend himself unless curled up.”</p> + +<p>Jack showed that this was true by passing the spot, with the venomous reptile +only increasing his rattle and drawing back his head. Then Perk shut his teeth +hard and followed suit but it might have been noticed that he kept to the +extreme edge of the narrow trail and had his muscles all set, as if in readiness +to make a mighty spring if he thought the snake was about to launch his coils +forward.</p> + +<p>“Whew!” hissed Perk, after he had safely negotiated the peril +that lay in the road, “I’m a’thinkin’ what risks we got to run +tonight when we come a’snoopin’ ’long this way. Nigh makes my hair curl to +figure on that baby comin’ slap up against my leg. Wish now I had my old +leather huntin’ leggings with me to ward off them terrible fangs, each one +an inch long, seemed like to me.”</p> + +<p>“Between us, brother, I myself don’t seem to hanker traveling +along this trail after dark, and I mean to carry that small flash of mine, +turning the light on every few seconds for I don’t believe <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_173'></a>173</span> it would be noticed. But +they tell me these whoppers are rather scarce around these sections–there +may not be another inside of five miles.”</p> + +<p>“Glory! I should hope not,” said the still trembling Perk, +“but I just can’t forget we’ve got even one here to bother us. +If only I dared use my gun, I’d soon knock spots out o’ him, bet you +a cookey, Jack.”</p> + +<p>“Nothing doing, so forget that, partner. On the way back, if he’s +still holding the fort, we might get a couple of long, stout poles, and try to +knock him on the head if it can be done with little confusion–he +won’t make any noise outside of whirling his rattlebox and we could keep +our lips buttoned tight. Yes, that would be the best way to fix things, I +reckon.”</p> + +<p>Really Jack was saying this so as to comfort his mate; he realized that Perk +had received a severe shock at sight of the diamondback crawler and it might +affect his desire to do any prowling around after nightfall which would throw +the entire burden of so doing on his, Jack’s shoulders. Besides, there was +a fair chance that the snake would have withdrawn from his self-imposed task of +guardian of the swamp trail and taken himself off to other pastures.</p> + +<p>They resumed their forward progress, with Perk keeping a watchful eye out for +other lurking perils–how were they to know but that an <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_174'></a>174</span> angry bobcat, bent on +disputing this invasion of his tangled realm, might make a sudden spring from +some limb of a live oak and land upon their backs to commence using his keen +claws, tearing and stripping and snarling like a devil, such as these beasts +always were reckoned in such sections of the country as he, Perk, had +hunted.</p> + +<p>Ten minutes, fifteen, passed then Jack again caught his chum’s arm and +with a finger pressed on his own lips to betoken the necessity for silence, +pointed to something ahead that must have just caught his attention. And Perk, +looking, saw a sight that afforded him a sense of satisfaction both deep and +profound.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_175'></a>175</span><a id='link_21'></a>CHAPTER XXI<br /><span class='h2fs'>THE MYSTERIOUS COQUINA SHACK</span></h2> + +<p>“Hot Ziggetty! so <i>this</i> is where he dropped down, is it?” +Perk was muttering in subdued excitement as his astonished eyes fell upon a +plane bobbing on its pontoons in a sheltered little cove, “meet that +spruce Lockheed-Vega bus, partner, that clipped past away over our heads, +an’ the woozy pilot never dreamin’ our crate was within a hundred +miles o’ him. Kinder guess the pirate roost must lie around here +somewhere.”</p> + +<p>“That’s a dead sure thing, Perk,” whispered Jack, +“and chances are it’s hid in the midst of that live-oak clump +yonder, where I take it the land lies high and dry.”</p> + +<p>“I swan but this is gettin’ real excitin’ an’ suits +me okay,” breathed the duly thrilled Perk, who felt there was no longer +any reason for calling things tame.</p> + +<p>“By changing our base a bit,” suggested Jack almost as equally +pleased over their success as his nervous chum, “we might even be able to +get a squint at the shack, let’s try, buddy.”</p> + +<p>He lost no time in creeping inch by inch along <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_176'></a>176</span> toward the right, having apparently +figured out that such a course would give them a better all-around opportunity +to gratify their curiosity.</p> + +<p>It proved to be a wise move for presently they managed to glimpse what seemed +to be the corner of a small cottage, built of coquina rock and altogether +attractive in appearance, proving that the Big Boss never hesitated to spend +money when he could secure results.</p> + +<p>“Huh!” gurgled Perk, stretching his neck so as to see better +through the narrow opening that served them as a lookout, “some toney, +strikes me, considerin’ the desolate country round-about this section. +Must be his high-hat tastes foller him, no matter where he goes–sorter +dude, I’d call him, partner.”</p> + +<p>“That may be,” agreed Jack, “I understood he ran in that +groove but just the same they say this Kearns is a real he-man an’ can put +up a warm scrap when necessary–the dude racket is only a thin veneer +hiding the genuine article. I was warned never to let him get a chance to beat +me to the draw–some call him a rattlesnake, only he lacks that +reptile’s honesty in always giving warning when about to strike. +Don’t forget, Perk, in dealing with this slick article you’ve got to +be on your guard every minute of the time.”</p> + +<p>“Glad you told me that, Jack, I might a’been <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_177'></a>177</span> fooled, an’ treated him as a soft +guy. Looky thar, will you, boy–two–three fellers jest swarmed out +o’ the shack an’ gone into a huddle like they had some sorter game +to set up. Wonder now if one o’ the bunch could be <i>him</i>!”</p> + +<p>“I reckon not, Perk,” came in a low tone from Jack, whose head +was only a few inches away from the other’s, “none of them answer +the description that was given to me. I even saw a snapshot taken of several +society folks in front o’ his Miami castle, with him standing in the +center. One of this lot’s the flying man connected with that +crate–you can see he’s still wearing his greasy dungarees and has +his helmet on his head, like he expected to be hopping-off any minute now; a +second chap is short and thick, not at all like the one we’ve come so far +to buck up against, while the third, while tall, looks like a roughneck skipper +of a speedboat.”</p> + +<p>“Guess you hit the nail on the head, Jack,” muttered the +convinced Perk, for they were at some little distance away from the consulting +trio, and their whispers could never have been heard with the dead leaves on +nearby palmetto trees keeping up their harsh clashing when whipped by the gusts +of wind.</p> + +<p>Both of the spies must have had a host of speculations passing in review +through their active minds as they lay there watching the <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_178'></a>178</span> conspirators so earnestly talking and +gesticulating. From time to time Jack and his chum would cast further glances in +the quarter where the trim aircraft lay anchored, bobbing up and down like a +restive horse eager to be off.</p> + +<p>What did they fetch on their voyage through the upper air lanes, coming from +some unknown port–hardly “case stuff,” Jack told himself, +since space aboard the Lockheed-Vega crate would be limited–then it must +be either yellow Chinks trying to crash the gates of the country that banned +some of their race as undesirable aliens, or possibly the winged courier carried +a batch of precious stones from far-away Paris, forwarded in a round-about, +surreptitious way and intended to reach a ready market in the wealthiest country +in the world, of course, without paying the usual heavy customs duty–which +saving alone would likely reach well into six figures.</p> + +<p>The trio seemed to have finished their discussion, whatever its nature might +have been, for they sauntered down to the edge of the water where the man in the +dungarees proceeded to embark by means of a small boat that he could leave +secured to the mooring rope of the amphibian when he took off.</p> + +<p>“Making off to pick up another cargo, I reckon,” Jack ventured. +“And so this is where <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_179'></a>179</span> our friend has his secret hideout at such times +when he so mysteriously disappears from his big show place near Miami? Mighty +interesting, I’d call it and the chances are he’s been keeping up +this double play racket for many months, perhaps even for years, for he came to +Florida not long after the war, fishing for tarpon down around the Ten Thousand +Islands where we lay concealed lately.”</p> + +<p>“But what’s the big idea, partner?” Perk wanted to +know–“why under the sun does he play both ends o’ this queer +game–what’s the sense o’ his havin’ this wee shack in +the wilderness when he could carry on his racket just as well on the eastern +shore?”</p> + +<p>“Just because he fancies the idea of keeping his two personalities as +far apart as possible, Perk. Uncle Sam’s Coast Guards, revenue officers +and even Secret Service men fairly swarm around Miami most of the year so +they’d be apt to make it more or less unpleasant for the elegant Oswald +Kearns in his society functions if he had his pals dodging in and out of his +princely palace. He prefers to drop over here in this desolate place instead +when he has a lot of business to transact. He’s a wonder, all right, in +his double line, Perk, and not to be underrated, understand.”</p> + +<p>“Seems that way, partner,” grumbled the <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_180'></a>180</span> other quickly adding, “there goes +the Lockheed-Vega spinnin’ out o’ the lagoon to the open lake +so’s to get up enough speed for the take-off. Must be somethin’ +mighty special to coax that pilot to risk bein’ seen in open daylight. So +he used to fish in them passages ’tween the mangrove islands years ago, did he, +Jack?”</p> + +<p>“Sure did, and they told me his guide some years ago down there used to +be a notorious smuggler and gulf-stream pirate, no other than Jim Alderman, +right now in the jug over at Fort Lauderdale on the eastern shore and waiting to +get a hempen collar for murdering three law officers in August two years back. +Of course, he hadn’t started his real career of crime when he used to be a +guide for Roosevelt, Zane Grey, the writer, and some other famous +sportsmen.”</p> + +<p>“Do tell,” murmured Perk, duly thrilled by what his pal was +telling him concerning one of the most turbulent characters known along the +Florida coasts since those days of old when buccaneers like Blackbeard, +Gasparilla and others of their ilk roamed the subtropical waters and swarmed +aboard such unfortunate Spanish galleons as chance threw their way.</p> + +<p>“I wouldn’t be surprised,” Jack went on to whisper, +“if he goes under quite another name while over in this hideout and even +manages to alter his looks more or less. He’s capable of playing <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_181'></a>181</span> many parts if he’s +half as good an actor as I suspect. But we’ll be apt to know a heap more +before a great while slips by.”</p> + +<p>“There he goes, Jack, swingin’ off toward the east in the +bargain, but then it’s just as easy for a flier to strike across the lower +end o’ Florida, if the notion strikes him, day or night. Crates are +gettin’ to be a common sight these days down here. I read they expected to +have a full hundred at Miami this very winter, takin’ part in a big air +derby that’s scheduled to be pulled off.”</p> + +<p>They watched the other two men walk back and enter the coquina bungalow and a +little later Jack was saying:</p> + +<p>“Strikes me we’d better pull up stakes and clear out of this, +Perk, don’t forget we’ve got to pass that rattlesnake cove on the +way back, and for one, I’m not so keen about doing it in pitch +darkness.”</p> + +<p>“Don’t get me goofy, partner,” whimpered Perk with a +shudder. “But hold on a bit–mebbe now somethin’s a’goin’ +to strike up we’ll both be sorter glad to set eyes on–looky there, +old hoss, what do you see?”</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_182'></a>182</span><a id='link_22'></a>CHAPTER XXII<br /><span class='h2fs'>THE MAN OF MANY FACES</span></h2> + +<p>A man had come out of the odd-looking shack constructed from the coquina rock +found in different parts of Florida, and formed by insects, science has decided. +Neither Jack nor his companion had ever set eyes on him before, he was an +entirely different personage from the short party and the longer-limbed man they +had so lately been watching before the reckless pilot of the Lockheed-Vega plane +departed toward the east.</p> + +<p>This individual was also tall and was dressed in well-worn outing garments +that gave him the appearance of a man of leisure taking a day off.</p> + +<p>“Think that’s this here Kearns, partner?” whispered Perk, +eagerly.</p> + +<p>“Just who it must be, Perk,” came the cautious reply. “Be +careful about making any sort of little move that might catch his attention, and +keep your eyes fastened on him. Whatever under the sun is he doing, I +wonder?”</p> + +<p>“Looks to me he’s got some sorter bird there–I c’n see red +feathers–yep, that’s what it is for a fact, Jack!”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_183'></a>183</span>“Working +over a bird with red feathers,” said Jack, as if to himself, so low was +his voice. “Now, that makes me remember something I was told only a short +time back–something connected with that wonderful place he owns over on +the East Coast–about birds too–stuffed birds, in fact!”</p> + +<p>“Do you mean he’s got a collection there, Jack?” breathed +the intently watching assistant in his companion’s ear.</p> + +<p>“Just that,” came the ready reply, “a mighty fine +collection too, from all accounts, of native Florida birds and filling a number +of glass cases. We already know this party is a man of contradictory habits, +being one thing among society people and just the opposite when he gets in a +different atmosphere. Chances are he’s a pretty fine amateur +taxidermist–those birds have all been secured by himself and mounted in +the bargain–that when he drops out of sight around Miami it’s to +come over here to do some hunting in the swamps and the Everglades, eager to run +across some rare bird that he needs to make his collection complete.”</p> + +<p>“Now wouldn’t that jar you?” he gasped, vastly astonished +at hearing Jack air his conviction.</p> + +<p>“I’m not much of an authority on rare birds,” Jack admitted +softly as he continued to use his <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_184'></a>184</span> eyes to advantage, “but I’ve got a +hunch that skin he’s handling right now might be a roseate +spoonbill–I’m sure it isn’t a red ibis, for the bill seems +different.”</p> + +<p>“Whee! sounds queer to me, I must say Jack–such a man, such a +man–to play so many different parts! Say, d’ye know I kinder guess +he ain’t such a tough guy under all the varnish–must have a heap +o’ human natur’ under it all to fall for such a decent game as +taxidecentry or whatever you call this pluggin’ dead birds an’ +makin’ ’em sit up on boughs like they might be all to the +good!”</p> + +<p>“Put it mostly on that war experience he went through, Perk–they +say once a man was gassed pretty badly over there, he’d always prove to be +a queer fish–changeable, nervous and apt to do all manner of strange +things.”</p> + +<p>“But see here, partner,” whispered Perk, uneasily, “that +ain’t a’goin to make any perticular difference with our billet, is +it–jest ’cause he’s got this funny streak runnin’ through his +doin’s we don’t reckon to throw up our hands an’ call it all +off, do we?”</p> + +<p>Jack chuckled.</p> + +<p>“Not any, buddy–we only know that Uncle Sam wants his activities +cut short–it may be exciting sport for him to ferry Chinks across from +Cuba or Honduras, land big cargoes of <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_185'></a>185</span> booze on our shores with his thumb to his nose +insofar as the Government is concerned, and such capers as that, but it means +heaps of trouble for the revenue boys as well as holding our laws up to +contempt. He must be brought to book, and his game stopped without any more +delay than is necessary, no matter how many other innocent recreations +he’s engaged in.”</p> + +<p>“Hot ziggetty! that gives me a warm feelin’ again, partner +an’ I guess we’re the boys to knock the underpinnin’ loose +so’s to make him drop with a splash.” Saying which, Perk relapsed +into utter silence.</p> + +<p>For some further time they stuck it out, watching every little movement of +the remarkable character proceeding with his labor, not a hundred feet distant. +Jack himself began to grow a bit nervous, for the sun was just hovering above +the western horizon and twilight does not last any length of time in the South. +If they delayed much longer it would mean a walk in the dark over that dangerous +dimly marked trail.</p> + +<p>They could have no further doubt concerning the nature of the work that was +giving the suspected man so much genuine pleasure, he had held up the object of +his labor several times so they could plainly identify it as a birdskin with the +most lovely rosy-tinted feathery plumage, long legs and a spoon-shaped bill.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_186'></a>186</span>Then greatly to +the relief of the uneasy Perk, the short man came out of the shack and said +something that caused the other to accompany him back, thus clearing the +field.</p> + +<p>“Now let’s skip out,” Jack said softly.</p> + +<p>Accordingly both watchers commenced sliding and creeping for all the world +copying the movements of a cat ambushing a feeding sparrow in the back yard of a +suburban place. Although so anxious to get started on their way back to where +they had left their camouflaged ship, neither Jack nor his comrade would take +chances in trying to make haste; they had long ago learned the folly of one +false move when engaged in their accustomed job of spying upon a suspected +law-breaker whom they had tracked down after an arduous chase.</p> + +<p>When finally they reached a point where it was safe to pick up a little +speed, Jack hastened to do so. For a wonder Perk was not saying a word–the +truth was he had his mind so filled with bewilderment in connection with the +queer happenings of the last hour that he could not think of any further +questions to ask his chum.</p> + +<p>Then, too, Perk kept on the alert for any peril that might by chance lie in +wait along the trail–there were other dangers besides that solitary +rattlesnake that might suddenly crop up to give them a chill–how about +those nasty looking <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_187'></a>187</span> water moccasins that swarmed in the oozy +swamp?–what of the ferocious bobcats such as were said to crouch on the +lower limb of some tree close beside a woods trail, waiting to drop down on any +moving object that came along?–yes, and other things just as creepy that +his excited mind could readily conjure up?</p> + +<p>They were, as Perk judged, about halfway to the spot where they had seen Mr. +Rattler earlier in the day and the dusk was certainly beginning to make all +objects look more or less dim, when Jack suddenly stopped, giving Perk quite a +shock.</p> + +<p>“Listen!” Jack was saying huskily.</p> + +<p>A far-away and faint buzzing sound came to Perk’s ears but instead of +adding to his excitement it really seemed to cool his blood, for surely this had +nothing whatever to do with snakes of any kind.</p> + +<p>“Huh! must be a crate partner!” bubbled the relieved Perk.</p> + +<p>“No question about that, Perk, and growing clearer right along, showing +it’s heading this way.”</p> + +<p>“Mebbe the Lockheed-Vega comin’ back again?” ventured +Perk.</p> + +<p>“Hardly likely,” he was told instantly, “For one thing +you’ll notice this motor racket swings <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_188'></a>188</span> up to us from the southwest, while the other ship +struck off toward the east.”</p> + +<p>“That’s straight goods,” Perk hastened to admit. +“Funny I didn’t get on to that right away. Means our gent has a raft +o’ ships comin’ an’ goin’ when he takes a notion to drop +over here once in a while.”</p> + +<p>“Well, we can’t stop to listen any longer,” said Jack again +starting off with the other trailing close at his heels.</p> + +<p>The buzzing grew rapidly in volume, proving that no matter where the +advancing plane came from, its destination must be that secluded little cove +close to the coquina shack sheltering the man of many faces, who went from +fields of excitement to those connected with society functions, entertaining +guests in royal style or following his favorite pursuit along the enchanting +line of adding to his prized collection of Florida birds. Presently Perk heard a +splash and knew the amphibian must have reached its goal.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_189'></a>189</span><a id='link_23'></a>CHAPTER XXIII<br /><span class='h2fs'>A PUGNACIOUS RATTLER</span></h2> + +<p>In good time they reached the narrow point on the animal trail which marked +the scene of their adventure with the rattlesnake. Perk, wishing to be prepared +for anything that might greet them, had picked up a stout cudgel with which he +believed he could give a good account of himself should the occasion arise.</p> + +<p>But they passed the place and he was beginning to breathe easier when he was +thrilled by a brisk and ominous sound from just ahead. Instinctively Perk +clutched his chum by the arm and dragged him back a pace although this was +really unnecessary, since Jack had stopped walking at the same instant as +Perk.</p> + +<p>“Gosh all hemlock!” broke out Perk, “what d’ye think +o’ that–jest awaitin’ round for us to come along–what a +’commodatin’ little pet he is!”</p> + +<p>Jack could see the suggestive bulk of the coiled snake lying on the path, +with scant room on either side for them to pass–oozy depths of <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_190'></a>190</span> the swamp on one side +and an angry rattler on the other.</p> + +<p>“Just blocks our game whichever way you choose to look at it,” +chuckled Jack with a shrug. “If we were monkeys, we could shin up a tree +and climb over to that other one beyond, but since we’re neither simians +nor fox squirrels, we’ll have to settle this thing some other way. Drop +that club, brother–it’s too short for this business by three feet. +To try and use it on that chap you’d have to step up within range of his +spring and before you could get in your lick it’d all be over.”</p> + +<p>“Jest as you say, partner,” remarked Perk, throwing the stocky +club away. “Wait up for me, Jack, an’ don’t let him skin out +till I get back. I saw a stick just back a bit that ought to fill the bill +okay.”</p> + +<p>Jack stood on guard and waited but not for long, since Perk speedily rejoined +him, carrying a pole about eight feet in length and stout in proportion.</p> + +<p>“Careful how you work it,” advised Jack, who would rather have +done the job himself but knew he would not be allowed by the ambitious one.</p> + +<p>As Perk slowly advanced, waving his pole, the coiled serpent displayed signs +of redoubled anger–louder buzzed his rattle while he drew <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_191'></a>191</span> back his flat head as +though in readiness for action.</p> + +<p>“Hold it there, buddy!” snapped Jack. “Now get a firm grip +on your pole and draw back for a vicious rap–you’ve got to get him +square in the middle and follow it up with more whacks in a big hurry. +Don’t step any closer whatever you do. Now, give him fits, +Perk!”</p> + +<p>This the other proceeded to do with might and main. The sprightly buzz +suddenly ceased as the great folds of the monster began to squirm and +writhe–Perk lifted his pole and put in another blow for good measure.</p> + +<p>“Huh!–guess now he’s got his for keeps,” gasped the +victor in the singular duel as he managed to get in a third and deciding stroke +that crushed the flat head of the reptile and forever ended its capacity for +business.</p> + +<p>They were soon bending over the still squirming snake, Perk eagerly measuring +its length by footing it off and announcing it to be just one inch over five +feet.</p> + +<p>“Gimme just a minute so’s to whip off that bully rattle, +partner,” he was saying as he produced a big pocketknife and opened its +large blade. “I want it to show if any guy ever questions the truth +o’ my yarn ’bout these here Florida rattlers. There you are, +an’ now I’m ready to move on. But we got to keep our eyes peeled, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_192'></a>192</span> ’cause I been told +these critters nearly allers have a mate somewhere near by. An’ I’m +meanin’ to hang on to this bully pole, since we got to come back this way +more’n a few times, seems like.”</p> + +<p>Nothing else cropped up to disturb their peace of mind and in due time the +pair arrived at the secluded lagoon where they had left their aircraft so +artfully concealed. Apparently nothing had happened in this quarter since they +started forth on their mission, and yet what strange things had they not seen +inside those few hours.</p> + +<p>“Seems like supper’d come in fair good jest new,” Perk +remarked after they had climbed carefully aboard and were once more comfortably +seated in their accustomed places, “but sorry to say it’s bound to +be only a ’pology for real grub–dry fare and never even a drop o’ +water to wash it down with.” And he emitted a disgusted grunt, as if to +display a proper amount of displeasure over the doleful fact.</p> + +<p>“I noticed a well of some sort just back of that shack,” remarked +Jack as if he too, shared in this moan over the absence of drinking water. +“When we go back we’ll try and snatch a drink apiece so as to take +the rusty feeling out of our throats. Until then we’ll have to put up with +it, partner.”</p> + +<p>Necessity knows no law and so Perk was compelled to grin and bear it. Just +the same, as they <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_193'></a>193</span> +were munching their simple fare,–and little of that in the +bargain–Jack could hear him muttering to himself and chuckling from time +to time as though he managed to squeeze more or less pleasure in simply mulling +over a multitude of his favorite dishes until one would have imagined it was a +waiter in a cheap eating joint down on the Bowery enumerating what the house +offered for dinner–<i>a la</i> O. Henry.</p> + +<p>Later on Perk gave signs of being what he called dopey, whereupon Jack asked +whether he felt inclined to start out again or should it be left to just one of +them–meaning himself, of course,–to undertake the further job of +spying.</p> + +<p>“Not much you don’t monopolize the fun,” Perk told him +point blank. “I’m bound to step along with you even if there’d +be a legion o’ them rattlebugs lyin’ in the trail awaitin’ to +sting us. When I get started on anything I gen’rally keeps right on with it, +even if I have to wade through hell-fire. An’ that goes, partner, +see?”</p> + +<p>“I knew you’d say that, brother,” Jack assured him, seeing +Perk act as though hurt by the insinuation that anything would tempt him to let +his pal meet the danger alone. “If you feel a bit empty down below, just +rub your tummy briskly, then pull in your belt a notch or two and it’ll +make you imagine you’re full-up to the brim. <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_194'></a>194</span> I’ll be ready to start off inside +another ten minutes.”</p> + +<p>Jack spent most of this time rummaging around in the locker where he kept his +own personal belongings. Perk knew when he got out that little but valuable hand +flashlight, by means of which they expected to be able to keep on the winding +and narrow trail when heading once more toward the lonesome coquina shack on the +border of the great inland sea.</p> + +<p>“But I’m up in the air when it comes to knowin’ what else +he’s stuck in his pockets,” Perk told himself, though somehow he +managed to refrain from asking questions nor did Jack seem anxious to enter into +any explanations.</p> + +<p>“We’ll leave things here all fixed so as to make a quick +take-off,” was what the chief pilot remarked as they prepared to step +ashore and while he did not see fit to offer any explanation with regard to just +what he had in mind, Perk felt thrilled to believe there was already some daring +plan taking form in his comrade’s wide-awake brain that might be carried +out if only the conditions seemed favorable, and the weather proved +considerate.</p> + +<p>As they walked slowly along Jack kept frequently snapping his light on and +off so that they could take an instantaneous inventory of what lay just beyond +their feet for the night <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_195'></a>195</span> proved exceedingly dark although all that would be +changed after a while, when the late moon climbed into sight.</p> + +<p>Perk, just as he promised himself, had made certain to pick up that +serviceable pole with which he had dispatched the rattlesnake and this he kept +poking out ahead, as if to stir up any lurking reptile that might be lying +coiled in the path.</p> + +<p>His nervousness increased as they drew near the spot where the one-sided +fight had taken place. He had apparently been brooding over the matter, +wondering if the mate of his victim could have come upon the scene of the +tragedy and sensing what had happened, was lurking thereabouts, bent on exacting +a terrible revenge in payment for the untimely demise of her partner.</p> + +<p>When he felt certain they had passed this particular narrow part of the +trail, Perk began to breathe easier, but he soon had reason to fear lest he was +crowing too soon for just then he felt Jack buck up against him and heard him +saying in a low but distinct voice:</p> + +<p>“Hold up and listen, partner!”</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_196'></a>196</span><a id='link_24'></a>CHAPTER XXIV<br /><span class='h2fs'>ON HANDS AND KNEES</span></h2> + +<p>Even while Jack was saying those few words, Perk had recovered from his +sudden alarm, since he already knew the reason for the other’s bringing +him to a halt.</p> + +<p>“Huh! that crate’s startin’ off again, seems like,” +he muttered.</p> + +<p>Indeed, it was a foregone certainty for the splash of water told the story as +well as the abrupt explosions of a working motor. Then, too, these suggestive +sounds all came from directly ahead.</p> + +<p>Then Perk had another gripping fear which he imagined must have also seized +his companion–that the chief object of their concern might be a passenger +aboard that ship, heading once more across the state to Miami and that in +consequence, all of Jack’s carefully laid plans would meet the same +untimely fate as befalls an ambitious soap-bubble when struck by a stray puff of +air.</p> + +<p>So they continued to stand there and listen to the telltale sounds with +sinking hearts. Perk in <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_197'></a>197</span> particular seemed to be dreadfully put out by this +fresh upset and was grinding his strong teeth as though desirous of letting out +an explosive but restrained by the fact of Jack being so close at hand.</p> + +<p>“Gee whiz! this here is what I call tough luck, Boss,” he +grumbled, more because he hoped Jack might be able to dispel his fit of the +blues in some way or other, having a much clearer vision than he himself +possessed.</p> + +<p>“Oh! I don’t know, partner,” said Jack in a wholesome, +optimistic tone. “It looks a little dark, but just wait a minute or so +before you croak–after all, the thing may not be so bad–it +doesn’t pay to jump at conclusions.”</p> + +<p>“Shucks! that’s me all over, old hoss, but I’m sure glad to +hear you say the last chance ain’t snuffed out yet,” mumbled Perk +contritely, but at least he had gained his point which was to coax Jack to mix a +little good cheer in with the gloom that had descended on his, Perk’s +soul.</p> + +<p>“There, he’s off!” declared Jack as a significant change in +the clatter so thoroughly understood by any airman announced the hop-off from +the surface of the lake.</p> + +<p>“An’ nothin’ happened to give him a spill, either,” +Perk went on to say and the disconsolate vein in his tone told plainly enough +how he had been secretly hugging to his heart a hope that <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_198'></a>198</span> the motor of the Lockheed-Vega crate +might suddenly develop some fault, compelling the flight to be abandoned in its +inception.</p> + +<p>“Even that fact may yet turn out to be the best thing we could wish +for,” Jack told him confidently, being built on the order of a fellow who +could see something to rejoice over in nearly every occurrence, no matter how +thick the gloom surrounding it.</p> + +<p>“There he swings up an’ is off–a slick jump, b’lieve me +an’ that guy’s some square shooter in the bargain–knows his +business okay anyway. But Jack, tell me, you don’t think he’s got +our man alongside him, do you?”</p> + +<p>“Well, one thing seems to tell me that isn’t a fact, +Perk.”</p> + +<p>“Yeah, an’ what might that be?” demanded the other +quickly.</p> + +<p>“Notice that he’s already banking, so as to lay his course toward +Cape Sable–square in the south–get that, don’t you +Perk?”</p> + +<p>“I swan, but you’re right there, Jack–which looks kinder +like he didn’t mean to strike out for Miami, don’t it?”</p> + +<p>“More than likely he’s hitting out for Cuba, or if he veers to +the west, it’s Mexico or Honduras he means to head for.”</p> + +<p>Perk heaved a big sigh of relief.</p> + +<p>“Hot ziggetty! but that sounds good to me, <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_199'></a>199</span> partner,” he observed with +renewed animation as hope again sang a sweet song in his heart. “Then +there’s a real chance he ain’t got our man alongside.”</p> + +<p>They stood there and continued to listen as the sounds made by the flight of +the retreating seaplane gradually grew fainter and even for brief spells died +out altogether.</p> + +<p>“He’s out o’ the pictur’ anyhow,” Perk finally +commented when they could no longer catch the least thud of the working +motor–only a more pleasing sound in the shape of gentle wavelets running +up the shore of the great lake being borne to their ears.</p> + +<p>“Yes, and since that’s settled we’d better be making a +further move ahead,” Jack was saying, in his sensible way.</p> + +<p>Accordingly the advance was renewed, nor did they take any less precaution +because of the departure of the flying boat.</p> + +<p>As before, Jack continued to frequently make good use of his little +flashlight, which proved its worth just as had been expected. So speedy were the +flashes that it did not seem possible for any one to notice them unless he +chanced to be on the watch for something suspicious and Jack hardly anticipated +such a thing as that.</p> + +<p>Apparently the one who had planned the raid believed there was only one +course for them to <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_200'></a>200</span> +pursue and that was to keep on as though everything was just as they had hoped. +Even though an adverse Fate chose to cheat them them of their intended prey on +this particular occasion there would be other days to come,–and had he not +promised to trap his man as well as to procure all needful proof to secure his +conviction?</p> + +<p>They were soon drawing close to their goal–already Jack had glimpsed a +shred of light gleaming through the intervening brush which proved most +conclusively that the shack could not be wholly deserted.</p> + +<p>“Good enough!” Perk whispered when this comforting fact had been +brought to his attention, “we’ll get his goat yet, +partner.”</p> + +<p>Their progress was slowed up at this point for Jack no longer believed it +good policy to make use of his flashlight. They had to partly feel their way +along, using both hands and feet to detect the presence of any obstacle that was +apt to cause them trouble.</p> + +<p>Still, the night was long and there was no desire to make haste–if they +waited until those in the shack were apt to be sound asleep it would be much +easier to carry out their plan of campaign without any chance of +interruption.</p> + +<p>Now they could get faint glimpses of the little cove, which the visiting +planes were wont to use <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_201'></a>201</span> as a hiding place, taxiing thither after splashing +down on the surface of the nearby lake.</p> + +<p>Perk made a mental note of the fact that the cove was quite empty, no hostile +crate bobbing up and down on the water–possibly this induced the dreamer +to indulge in a hope that should the occasion warrant such a thing, they might +taxi their own ship around and make use of that snug harbor safe from any +ordinary gale that chanced to strike treacherous Okeechobee.</p> + +<p>Now they could see the light much better and even make out that it came from +a certain window of the coquina shack–up to then Perk acknowledged to +himself that he had not known whether the modest little building boasted of +windows or not, having discovered no evidence of their presence.</p> + +<p>So, too, he now made but a certain dark spot just beyond the shack which he +strongly suspected might be the well shed of which the more observant Jack had +spoken earlier in one of their pow-wows.</p> + +<p>Now that he found himself so near the spot where it seemed likely he could +refresh his dry throat with a cup of fresh water, Perk was growing wild with the +eager desire to be doing so. He Wondered whether his companion could have +forgotten his promise and even opened his mouth to remind him concerning it but +thought better <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_202'></a>202</span> of +it for already Jack had changed the line of his advance and was beginning to +steer his pal in the direction of the well.</p> + +<p>In order not to take any unnecessary chances it was found that they must make +a little detour in order to get past that shaft of light proceeding from the +window in the rear of the shack. Perk even begrudged the brief time taken in +making this half circuit, though recognizing the wisdom governing Jack’s +change of course. He dared not try to whisper now, lest his hoarseness cause him +to make a sound so harsh and loud that it might be carried to hostile ears and +be the cause of their undoing.</p> + +<p>Then, after another delay when Jack imagined he had caught a suspicious +little scratching sound, as of something moving, they drew up on hands and knees +alongside what seemed to be a rustic shelter covering an opening with a real +windlass, rope and all, to fill Perk’s heart with joy in the belief that +his throat was in a fair way of having its roughness relieved in short +order.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_203'></a>203</span><a id='link_25'></a>CHAPTER XXV<br /><span class='h2fs'>PERK DEMANDS MORE WATER</span></h2> + +<p>It was queer what chanced to be passing through the mind of Jack Ralston +while they were thus creeping toward the little well in the rear of the lonesome +shack on the bank of Okeechobee. He had been reading a novel that was supposed +to cover the famous and successful attempt on the part of General Fred Funston +to penetrate the mighty wilderness in the north of Luzon, the main island of the +Philippine group and effect the capture of the native rebel chieftain, Aguinaldo +who, with some of his associates, had taken refuge in a lonely cabin at a most +inaccessible point.</p> + +<p>So vividly had the author described the manner in which the soldier and his +companions crept up when making ready to seize their prey, that it was still +haunting the mind of the airman and somehow the conditions just then confronting +himself and Perk seemed to be very similar. He only hoped they would prove to be +just as successful in their mission as Funston was when he carried Aguinaldo +back to Manila, and thus <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_204'></a>204</span> broke the backbone of the native uprising against +the authority of Uncle Sam.</p> + +<p>Perk was already reaching out toward the bucket he discovered perched on the +rocky border of the well. Jack could hear him give a chuckle of satisfaction on +rinding it half full of water and felt himself a bit tickled to see the way in +which his chum proceeded to greedily fill up with the precious liquid.</p> + +<p>Little Perk cared if the water chanced to be stale–he had no complaint +coming on that score as long as his parched throat and tongue came in for a good +soaking and the choking sensation was immediately relieved.</p> + +<p>Perk must have suddenly remembered his lapse of manners, for in the midst of +his drinking spree he stopped short and stepped back as though to invite his +comrade to take his turn.</p> + +<p>This Jack showed no hesitation in doing, drinking long and with considerable +ardor though he knew when to stop, which was what Perk did not for no sooner had +the other released his hold on the bucket than Perk took another turn.</p> + +<p>In the end Jack was compelled to almost drag the other away from the well +possibly for fear he burst or else some one come out of the shack and discover +them prowling there, unwelcome <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_205'></a>205</span> intruders on Oswald Kearns’ privacy and a +positive threat to his peace of mind.</p> + +<p>It was hardly a time and place for doing any talking, no matter how subdued +their voices. Jack kept hold of the other’s arm and thus started to steer +him in the direction of the lighted window.</p> + +<p>Perk must have guessed what his pal had in mind for he made no resistance +whatever, just allowed himself to be steered as his comrade wished. Stooping +down they crawled past, and then closer until they could begin to glimpse the +interior of the room where the light was dispelling the darkness.</p> + +<p>The first thing that struck Jack was the fact that the place had been fixed +up with an eye to comfort–it looked almost luxurious with its easy chairs +and imported rugs that must have cost a considerable sum. Evidently Oswald +Kearns had been too long accustomed to comfort to deny himself such luxuries +even when seeking seclusion in this out-of-the-way retreat.</p> + +<p>Then Jack found himself looking upon the man who had for years been one of +the greatest mysteries the Treasury Department at Washington had ever endeavored +to trap, He was sitting in a big leather-covered easy-chair, smoking a cigar and +busily engaged with a sheaf of <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_206'></a>206</span> important looking papers. From time to time he +would refer to a volume that had the appearance of a ledger or account book and +to which he seemed to attach great importance.</p> + +<p>How the sight sent a succession of thrills through the whole being of the +Secret Service sleuth–here he found himself within arms length of the +master crook who had laughed to scorn all previous efforts of the Government to +take him with the goods on.</p> + +<p>Vainly had every possible attempt been made to catch him off his guard; he +had proved himself to be too crafty for the best revenue officers put upon his +track. And when failure after failure became the rule, the Big Boss had decided +to change the policy they had hitherto followed and put an air pilot on the job +as being able to go swiftly and easily where others had been so cleverly +balked.</p> + +<p>Then Jack began to wonder where the other two men might be, for thus far he +had failed to discover either in the room of the lighted window. Could it be +possible both of them had sailed away aboard that Lockheed-Vega ship, bent on +some important mission which the Master had entrusted to their care?</p> + +<p>He could not bring himself to believe this possible–that he against +whom so many hostile <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_207'></a>207</span> hands were raised would be willing to stay all by +himself in such a lonesome place unless it seemed unavoidable. One or both of +those aids must be somewhere around.</p> + +<p>Just the same he could see no other room connected with the stone +building–it was always possible, however, that there might be another +shack–perhaps a crude palmetto-leaf hut, such as the poor whites in the +backwoods lived in, somewhere not far away that served them for a shelter when +it rained or a bustling Norther came howling down from the regions of snow and +ice and zero temperatures.</p> + +<p>Jack had about reached this conclusion when he discovered a figure, covered +with a fancy Navajo blanket, on a cot in a corner of the place–yes, there +was a head on a sofa pillow such as would be more in place over at the beautiful +Miami estate than here in such a desolate region.</p> + +<p>Somehow he quickly assumed this must be the shorter party–which would +go to prove the other fellow might have accompanied the pilot of the departed +airship.</p> + +<p>When he had decided this to his entire satisfaction, Jack was able to figure +on certain matters. It undoubtedly meant that he and Perk would have just two +pitted against them in case <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_208'></a>208</span> things came to a showdown, making it an even fight +with victory perching on the side that was quickest at the draw.</p> + +<p>He seemed to remember every warning he had received in connection with not +under-rating this remarkable man, so greedy for excitement that wealthy though +he was, he would seek all manner of thrilling adventures just to have the laugh +on the Government, especially the Secret Service men toward whom he was said to +entertain a feeling of almost wolfish hatred.</p> + +<p>So too, did Jack take note of every object spread before his searching gaze +in the shack where Oswald Kearns seemed to be busying himself in the pleasing +occupation of making up his secret accounts.</p> + +<p>That book, as well as the sheaf of papers rather fascinated the watcher +outside the window–somehow Jack conceived the idea that there before him +was spread all the incriminating evidence needful to bring the erratic career of +this amazing man to an abrupt end–to put a stop to the mammoth illegal +operations he had so long conducted in secret and by which he had impudently +flaunted all the powers in Washington, just as though he had sent them a message +worded, “Well, what are you going to do about it? Break up this fine game +if you can.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_209'></a>209</span>If only they +were able to get him fast in the net before he could make any attempt to destroy +that book and those papers–Jack felt convinced a generous Fortune had not +allowed him to see such a prize only to snatch it out of his reach through fire +or some similar means of destruction.</p> + +<p>But here was Perk pulling at his sleeve as though he had a communication of +the utmost importance to pass along. Accordingly, Jack, who himself was ready to +effect a change of base so that speedy action might be decided on, moved back +from the window.</p> + +<p>“What is it, Perk?” he whispered, at which the other began to +make suggestive gestures toward his throat, and nod his head violently.</p> + +<p>“I c’n feel it comin’ on again, partner–the ticklin’ +feelin’ you know, an’ I’m afraid I’ll start +acoughin’ to beat the band–must have more drink.”</p> + +<p>It seemed nothing could be done until Perk’s sensitive throat had been +properly attended to, so once more they crept and trailed along until the +vicinity of the well had been reached. Here Perk started to swill, as though his +capacity for holding water had no limit. It was just at this particular moment, +when both of them were hanging over the well curb that a shaft of light <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_210'></a>210</span> suddenly enveloped them +as the back door of the shack opened and the figure of the short man came in +sight with a new tin or aluminum bucket in his hand as though his purpose was to +get a supply of fresh water.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_211'></a>211</span><a id='link_26'></a>CHAPTER XXVI<br /><span class='h2fs'>THE FIGHT AT THE WELL.</span></h2> + +<p>“Gosh!”</p> + +<p>Perk hissed this one word even as he ducked down behind the well curbing at +sight of the figure in the doorway. Jack was not a breath behind him, both +acting through mere intuition or instinct.</p> + +<p>Whether they had been seen was the important question flashing through the +mind of each. There was no sudden outcry which seemed a favorable sign, Jack +decided and the short, muscular man was even then emerging from the interior of +the shack, evidently bent on replenishing the drinking water supply.</p> + +<p>Perk thrust his eager hand into the pocket of his leather jacket to grip his +automatic with the idea that he would be needing it before many more seconds had +ticked off. In his mind he entertained a comprehensive view of what their plan +of action would most likely be–to down this husky chap, either by means of +a blow or else a bit of lead delivered where it would do the <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_212'></a>212</span> most good–then a +swift rush into the shack and crushing the ex-war veteran before he could fully +grasp the meaning of it all.</p> + +<p>Easy enough to figure it out after this manner, but there must be +considerable chance that matters would not work so smoothly. For one thing it +must be considered that Oswald Kearns was no weakling, but a more or less +athletic figure, accustomed to feats of strength and agility beyond the measure +of an ordinary man. Then, too, he was known to be irrational, even to the length +of being considered dangerous when thoroughly aroused and it went without saying +that he must always be well armed for in his reckless way of living he must many +times be in close touch with desperate characters, some of whom might conceive +it worth while to plot against his liberty, with a heavy ransom in their +mind’s eye.</p> + +<p>It was quite too late for either of them to think of slipping off, since the +light from the interior of the shack poured through the open door and dissipated +the friendly darkness in that especial vicinity.</p> + +<p>Consequently all they could do was to continue to crouch there in the shadow +of the well curbing, and await whatever was scheduled to come to pass.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_213'></a>213</span>If Perk had been +so eagerly praying for something to breeze along that would give him the thrill +he loved so well, his wish seemed well on the road of being realized since +everything was set for a dramatic discovery with its attendant speedy +action.</p> + +<p>It was apparent that after all the man could not have glimpsed their +vanishing faces as they ducked so swiftly, for he continued to advance in the +direction of the well and Perk could hear him softly singing, just as though he +might be a “musical cuss,” as Perk told himself with one of his +customary chuckles since his first stab of alarm had passed off under the +realization that they had another chance.</p> + +<p>Jack, too, was telling himself what a peculiar state of affairs had come upon +the stage–here, with an ambush lying in wait before him, this man could +step blithely along, swinging his aluminum bucket and softly warbling one of the +most recent hits from a comic opera–Jack had himself heard the song on the +boards of a great metropolitan theatre in New York–had even caught himself +whistling the catchy air more than a few times since.</p> + +<p>The man who seemed to be so well pleased with his fortunes while basking in +the favor of the wealthy chief of smugglers had a little surprise waiting for +him at the end of his <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_214'></a>214</span> rainbow–if those lurking shadowy figures knew +their business and managed it as they should, he would be singing quite a +different air before a great while, perhaps interlarding his humming with a +choice variety of expletives concerning the cruelty of Fate.</p> + +<p>A few more steps and he would have reached the well–then what must take +place? Perk was asking himself as he crouched there, his muscles set and his +breath coming in little noiseless gasps–he resembled nothing so much as a +cat ready poised to make a deadly leap upon a fat robin struggling with a worm +that it had pulled halfway out of its hole.</p> + +<p>There was not one chance in twenty that the man could actually reach the +well, drop the bucket down, switch it around in order to induce water to enter +and then make use of the windlass so as to draw it to the top, without +discovering the presence of those two huddled forms; so Perk did not deceive +himself in the least with any extravagant hopes of the affair passing off +smoothly and their plans being uninterrupted.</p> + +<p>Now the man had set his pail down and was giving the well bucket a switch as +though intending to dislodge any stale water it might contain. From this little +incident Jack understood that undoubtedly the man must himself have left the +water they had used up in the bucket <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_215'></a>215</span> when last at the well and subconsciously remembered +the fact.</p> + +<p>He went about the job of lowering the rope with the manner of one quite +familiar with the necessary movements, pulling the rope from the barrel of the +windlass hand over hand. Then there came a splash, a gurgle and following these +symptoms of success the man, with a jerk at the rope, managed to sink the +bucket.</p> + +<p>Next he started to turn the handle in order to fetch the bucket to the top of +the well. In order to get a better purchase on the handle, he took a step to the +left, and as luck would have it, struck his knee against the crouching form of +Perk.</p> + +<p>Then came a quick look downward, since he was naturally curious to know what +sort of object he had collided with–possibly he may even have had a sudden +suspicion it would turn out to be some native beast from the neighboring +swamp–possibly a panther, since such animals had been known to frequent +the western shore of Okeechobee as a hunting-ground in days gone by.</p> + +<p>Of course he instantly made a startling discovery, since there was enough +light to show him the form of a man doubled up against the rocky well +curbing.</p> + +<p>It would have been instinctive for the man to have let out a yell on making +this discovery but <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_216'></a>216</span> +he did not have the chance to give tongue, at least fully, for Perk made a +lightning-like spring and had both hands clasped about his throat effectually +throttling the intended shout so that it emerged only as a queer sound, rather +on the order of a bull alligator’s bellowing suddenly cut short.</p> + +<p>That was but the beginning of the affair as Perk knew only too well it must +prove to be. He found he had a tough proposition on his hands for the man +struggled desperately, as who would not on finding his wind suddenly cut +entirely off with a pair of iron-like hands pressing his throat as though it +were gripped in a vise?</p> + +<p>Jack sprang up, ready to lend his pal any necessary assistance if only the +opportunity showed itself. Just then all he could make out in the dim light was +a whirling set of wildly struggling figures, looking for all the world like one +of those teetotums children delight in spinning–only on an exaggerated +scale.</p> + +<p>Then they went down with a crash, first one on top and then the other in +rapid succession. It would have made an excellent picture for the silver screen, +Jack could not help thinking while he drew his automatic and kept tabs on that +open door, more than half expecting to see Oswald Kearns dash wildly out with +some sort of machine-gun in his hands, ready to take a <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_217'></a>217</span> chance in the game, knowing that the +attack must have everything to do with his own safety.</p> + +<p>Perk seemed to be hanging on with the tenacity of a bulldog, for not another +peep did the wolfish man, whose throat he squeezed, give vent to as the +slam-bang fight continued. It was lucky indeed there chanced to be a raised wall +about the well or in their frantic staggering this way and that the wrestlers +might have plunged down into the yawning aperture, much to their mutual +discomfiture–as it was they smashed up against the curbing several times, +to emit grunts at the rough contact.</p> + +<p>Finally, Jack, to his relief, saw Perk slam his now weakening adversary to +the ground and immediately follow this up by sending in a number of furious +blows that took every atom of fight out of the unfortunate chap who collapsed as +if wholly done for.</p> + +<p>Perk himself was far from fresh–his breath came in gasps and he must +have been trembling in every joint from the tremendous exertion put forth but as +always, victory was sweet in his nostrils and after assuring himself that +nothing further need be feared from the man he had downed, he struggled to his +feet, and ranged himself alongside Jack, as if to declare his readiness to fight +it out along those lines if it took all night.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_218'></a>218</span><a id='link_27'></a>CHAPTER XXVII<br /><span class='h2fs'>AT BAY</span></h2> + +<p>Jack had been keeping a watchful eye on the nearby shack, not knowing what +moment a raging figure might come dashing forth armed with a rapid-fire gun and +ready to sweep up the earth with the mangled bodies of himself and Perk.</p> + +<p>Somewhat to his surprise, and greatly to his relief as well, nothing of the +kind came to pass. Suddenly he realized that the door of the squatty little +coquina rock building had been closed, for no longer did the light spread a +banner out into the black night.</p> + +<p>“Drag him back of the well here, Perk,” he said softly, +“we’ve got to make certain he’ll give us no further trouble. +Got that piece of stout rope I gave you?”</p> + +<p>“Right here, partner–wrapped around my waist,” and as he +thus managed to make himself heard, even while so short of breath, Perk caught +hold of the nearest leg of his late antagonist and without the least ceremony +dragged the senseless man several feet just as he might a bag <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_219'></a>219</span> of meal–when +head-over-heels in a real scrap Perk counted his opponents as so much junk whose +fate it was to be handled without ceremony and yet after the row was over, no +one could be more solicitous about binding up their hurts than Gabe +Perkiser.</p> + +<p>“Use the rope to fasten his ankles together,” advised Jack, +standing guard meanwhile with his automatic ready for business and his keen eyes +roving around in search of signs along the trouble line, “and knot it half +a dozen times so it would take a knife blade to get free.”</p> + +<p>“All done up brown and slick, Jack old hoss, now what?” announced +Perk a minute or so later.</p> + +<p>“Clap that new pair of bracelets on his wrists,” further +explained the head pilot briskly, “and be sure to frisk him for a gat or +even a knife. You see, we’re going to have our hands full with the boss +and can’t fool around with this chap any longer.”</p> + +<p>“His name is Mud!” scornfully declared Perk briskly as he +completed his task with the manner of one to whom it had become an old +story.</p> + +<p>The fellow, it seemed, had recovered his senses for he tried to bite +Perk’s hand and received a solid thump on the head for his pains.</p> + +<p>“So far, good,” Jack was saying, half to himself. “Now +let’s move along to the house and <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_220'></a>220</span> make sure our bird hasn’t skipped out while +we were so busy at the well here. Got all the drink you want, Perk–we +can’t be coming back every little while just to wet your long +neck!”</p> + +<p>“It’s okay with me, boy, let’s go,” the other +announced with a chuckle.</p> + +<p>Leaving their prisoner lying there they started an advance on the shack. Both +eyed it carefully as they crept along and it was Perk who noticed the first +favorable sign.</p> + +<p>“Door’s shut, partner, but the light’s still on–you +c’n lamp a streak down near the sill, think he’s on deck +yet–ain’t cut an’ run like a blue streak?”</p> + +<p>“We’ll soon find out,” Jack assured him. +“’Twouldn’t be like a guy with his reputation as a scrapper to clear +out so quick. I’m wondering whether he’s fixing up some hot +reception for us when we break in.”</p> + +<p>“Hot ziggetty! that is sure some rummy scrap,” Perk muttered as +he kept close tabs on the shack now close by as though he more than half +anticipated seeing it suddenly burst into flames, or go up in fragments under +the influence of an explosion.</p> + +<p>Now they had reached the door and Jack made a slight effort to open it, but +with no success.</p> + +<p>“No use,” he whispered to his kneeling mate, <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_221'></a>221</span> “it’s got the bar down in +place. Listen and see if you can catch a sound from inside.”</p> + +<p>A minute passed with both straining their hearing to the utmost–Perk +even laid his head against the closed door so as to better catch any suspicious +sound from within.</p> + +<p>“Huh! guess they ain’t nothin’ doin’, partner,” +he hissed in a disappointed tone, “thought I did get a little +ruslin’ sound, like paper bein’ crumpled up when you’re +a’makin’ a fire, but don’t hear it no longer.”</p> + +<p>“Paper, you say?” snapped Jack uneasily, “I don’t +like that any too much.”</p> + +<p>“Why not?” asked the other, evidently at a loss to understand why +such a simple little thing like that could annoy any one–what if the man +at bay figured on setting fire to the hidden little retreat he had arranged here +close to the lonely lake where he could slip away whenever he felt like shunning +those society people over at crowded Miami–he surely had no intention of +cremating himself and they could nab him if he started to make off.</p> + +<p>“Paper–don’t you know what he was doing when we peeped +in–that book ought to be worth its weight in gold to us as evidence and +that stack of papers that he was looking through–if he’s given +enough time he may put a match to the bunch and destroy everything that could be +used <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_222'></a>222</span> against him. +We’ve got to keep him from doing that, brother.”</p> + +<p>“Yeah–but how?” gasped the other, showing renewed signs of +excitement as he visioned the holocaust with their fine plans going up in fire +and smoke just when they seemed about to corral success.</p> + +<p>Jack answered that question by striking the door with his foot, the result +being a loud thump. Then he caught hold of his chum and dragged him to one side. +None too soon was this done, for there came a series of staccato explosions from +inside the shack and tiny gleams of light in various sections of the door told +that bullets had passed through the wood in a number of places. Only for this +prompt action on the part of the cautious one, either or both might have had +leaden pellets lodged promiscuously about their persons with resultant painful +sensations.</p> + +<p>“Wow! that was what I’d call a close shave,” whispered the +kneeling Perk as he surveyed those suspicious holes in the badly riddled door, +all on a line with any crouching human figure without.</p> + +<p>There could no longer be any doubt as to the warlike intentions of the man +they had at bay, his fighting spirit, first fed during those bloody days and +nights in the Argonne, had burst into flame again and he shed his free and easy +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_223'></a>223</span> character as the +lord of that wonderful palace at Miami to assume the rough and ready type of an +adventure-loving smuggler chief, quick to defy all authority while the red blood +rioted in his veins.</p> + +<p>“We’ve just got to keep him on the jump,” Jack was saying, +“so’s to occupy his attention and keep him from putting a match to +those papers and that priceless account book with its addresses. Here, find a +way to get in a smash or two on the door, like we meant to break +in–I’ll slip around and see what can be done at the +window.”</p> + +<p>“Jack, I ’member there’s a log a’lyin’ right over +there–why couldn’t I use that an’ really break +through?”</p> + +<p>“Too dangerous, buddy–he’d turn that terror of a +machine-gun on and wipe us off the map. Do what I’m telling you, only keep +back so he can’t get you when he shoots again.”</p> + +<p>“Just watch my smoke,” grunted Perk, stooping to feel around for +some object that could be made available for the purpose of a door knocker.</p> + +<p>“Wait,” he heard the other saying as he was starting to move off. +“Here’s a little pile of rocks–pick up one and toss it on the +roof of the shack–make him think we’re climbing up, meaning to break +in that way–anything to keep <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_224'></a>224</span> him so busy dodging and firing he’ll have no +time to start that blaze.”</p> + +<p>Perk grasped the main idea, which was to fight for time–given even half +a chance, he knew his pal would find some way to accomplish the end he had in +view which was to take Kearns a prisoner with enough positive evidence of his +guilt to convict him when placed on trial in a Federal court.</p> + +<p>Hastily then did Perk scramble for the rocks mentioned by his +companion–it was much too dark for him to see where they lay, but he used +his common sense with such signal success that almost immediately he found what +he sought.</p> + +<p>To toss up a good-sized rock with such vim that it came down on the roof with +a loud bang was the work of a few seconds. Hardly had the crash sounded than +Perk had another missile on its way and as long as the pile held out he meant to +keep up a continual fusillade that would have the man inside guessing.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_225'></a>225</span><a id='link_28'></a>CHAPTER XXVIII<br /><span class='h2fs'>THE COME-BACK</span></h2> + +<p>It was more or less fun for Perk to keep up that bombardment as long as he +had any ammunition left–the heavy thumps on the roof continued to follow +each other, like blasts in a quarry or an admiral’s salute when the +“old man” took a notion to come aboard.</p> + +<p>So, too, would each concussion be followed by a spurt of gunfire from behind +the closed door of the shack showing that Oswald was alive to the situation and +must be enjoying his share in the strange engagement quite as much as the +fun-loving Perk did his part.</p> + +<p>If the little rock pile held out and there were enough ammunition belts for +the machine-gun handy, the chances were that the roof of the bungalow would +assume the nature of a sieve and leak when the next heavy rain storm set in.</p> + +<p>Perk was fully aroused now, and awake to his part of the +bombardment–his mind began to figure just what other means lay within his +reach to continue engaging the attention of the rat in the trap after the last +rock had been fired.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_226'></a>226</span>Some of them he +knew had rolled off the slightly sloping roof after accomplishing their duty. If +only he could lay hands on them they might be made to serve again but the +darkness would make this problematical. There was that log he had mentioned to +Jack–with it he fancied he might do something to keep up the feverish +interest in the game and hold Oswald’s undivided attention.</p> + +<p>What added more or less to the thrill he was enjoying was the fact that at +any minute the ready marksman inside might succeed in reaching him with a bullet +fired at some new angle. Jack had told him how Kearns was said to be quite a +wizard at making bullseyes in a flying target either with a pistol or a +rifle.</p> + +<p>He was still going heavy although nearing the end of his ammunition, when +something not on the calendar came along, something so unexpected that Perk was +taken quite by surprise. A weighty and metallic object struck him on the head +with such violence that he saw a million stars all at once, as though a myriad +of rockets had exploded simultaneously high in the air.</p> + +<p>He went down like a stone, his senses reeling under that frightful impact and +yet half conscious of the fact that some one must have come up behind him in the +darkness and struck him with a heavy weight.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_227'></a>227</span>Now he could +feel hands groping about his person as though seeking to find where to follow up +that first blow with another that would effectually wind up his career for +keeps.</p> + +<p>Rendered desperate by the nature of his situation Perk threw up both hands +and chancing to come in contact with a human form, closed in with what might +almost be called a death grip–his one object being to thus hold the unseen +enemy close and prevent him giving a second blow that would be in the nature of +a knockout.</p> + +<p>He met with fierce resistance, but no matter how desperately the other +struggled and fought he was unable to break Perk’s terrible hold, so like +that of a fighting bulldog, once its teeth have closed for keeps.</p> + +<p>There the two antagonists rolled to and fro, striving in turn to get on top, +only to be over-turned in rotation. What made it all the more exciting was the +fact that the man in the shack, hearing all those queer noises, must imagine his +enemies were trying to burrow under the door for he kept up frequent furious +bursts of gunfire and at any moment an unlucky roll was apt to bring the +wrestlers within range of the hail of bullets.</p> + +<p>One thing favored Perk–he was by degrees getting over the deadening +sensation following that frightful blow on his head–apparently the <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_228'></a>228</span> other was weakening in +the same proportion that Perk was gaining strength, showing that he must have +been in anything but prime condition when the tussle started.</p> + +<p>It was this potent fact that gave Perk his first inkling as to the identity +of the man with whom he struggled. At first he took it for granted the fellow +was the tall confederate they had noticed with Kearns during the late afternoon, +and who had perhaps been away and returned to the shack just at this interesting +moment to find it in a state of siege.</p> + +<p>He had hardly begun to get an inkling as to the true state of affairs when +one of his hands, in seeking to get a firmer hold, chanced to come in contact +with something cold and hard. Then he understood just why his antagonist seemed +to be so handicapped in the scramble–he could stretch his hands apart only +so far–they were apparently held fast in some mysterious fashion.</p> + +<p>It burst upon Perk like a bomb from a sky chaser–why, after all this +was an old friend of his, one whom he had only recently been hugging with all +his might and main–in fact no other than the short confederate of Kearns +whom they had left beside the well but a brief time previously.</p> + +<p>In some manner, which was a complete mystery to Perk, he had managed to get +his legs <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_229'></a>229</span> free from +that binding rope which had been wound around and around his ankles in many +coils and then knotted half a dozen times. Perk found it hard to realize this +puzzling fact, but just the same he knew it must be the truth.</p> + +<p>He proceeded to continue his rolling process with additional vim, partly +because he now knew the other could not get a chance to whack him again with +both hands handcuffed–for that was what had actually occurred and it +proved his first surmise–that hard metal had come in contact with his +cranium.</p> + +<p>Presently it came about that Perk was enabled to clutch the throat of his +antagonist and for the second time close his fingers on his larynx, shutting off +his wind completely and causing history to repeat itself.</p> + +<p>The fellow gave up immediately, thus hoping Perk would diminish that +paralyzing grip which the other condescended to do. When this had been carried +through Perk made up his mind not to trust to a rope again–in the first +place he had no rope and even if this were not the case he had for the time +being lost all confidence in ropes as restraining agents.</p> + +<p>He remembered he had a second pair of steel bracelets in one of his pockets, +having fetched two pair along with the idea they might have to <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_230'></a>230</span> include some pal of +Kearns’ before finishing their job.</p> + +<p>He quickly had the fellow lying inert and acting as though he did not have +another bit of fight left in him. Managing to pull out the handcuffs, Perk first +tested them for size, and finding he could snap them shut after circling the +ankles of his prisoner he did so with a vim. This would effectually prevent the +man from getting any distance away, since he could move his feet only a few +inches at a time at the best.</p> + +<p>Perk struggled to his feet, feeling more or less dizzy. His first natural act +was to put a hand to his head, and feel it gently, in order to ascertain the +character and extent of his injuries. There was a cruel lump on his crown and he +knew blood was streaking his face but on the whole he did not believe he was +very badly hurt–perhaps after the double beating the other fellow had +received at his hands he was worse off than Perk–an idea that started the +latter chuckling, even if the act caused him a sudden dart of pain that made him +wince.</p> + +<p>Then he remembered what was going on, knowledge of which had been knocked out +of his head by the unexpected fight that had taken place. How about Jack?</p> + +<p>He dimly remembered hearing further shots from behind the barrier, although +unable to <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_231'></a>231</span> decide +whether the bullets continued to break through close to the bottom of the door +or otherwise. Could this later fire have been directed at Jack, who had unwisely +exposed himself at the side window?</p> + +<p>Perk was strongly tempted to disobey orders and hasten around the corner in +order to learn the worst. If that daredevil inside had hurt his pal he would be +mad enough to find some way of blowing up the shack and the gas-mad ex-soldier +along with it, regardless of consequences. He only waited long enough to run his +swollen hands over the recumbent figure of the man in irons so as to make sure +he could not play the same mean trick a second time. Finding everything fast, he +turned away from the scene of his recent ruction, and hurried around the corner +of the shack, bent on backing up Jack or, in case his pal had been placed out of +the running, to avenge his injuries without delay.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_232'></a>232</span><a id='link_29'></a>CHAPTER XXIX<br /><span class='h2fs'>A LAST RESORT</span></h2> + +<p>Meanwhile how fared Jack in his share of the attempt to corner the defiant +and persistent law-breaker?</p> + +<p>He had crept around the corner after leaving his chum, fully convinced that +some sort of heroic measures must be brought to bear on the ugly situation if +they hoped to succeed.</p> + +<p>One thing had already been amply proved–this was the unmistakable fact +that Oswald Kearns must be having one of his occasional brain sprees, the result +of his wartime gassing when he was apt to tip over his balance and for the time +being imagine himself beset by a myriad of bitter foes whom it was his duty, as +well as privilege, to mow down, regardless of everything. Acting under this +delusion he was doubtless resting under the belief that these were Hun +machine-gun squads secreted in nests in the Argonne and that he was duly +recruited by Heaven to round them up, disseminate their number, and fetch a +goodly bunch into the American lines as prisoners of war.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_233'></a>233</span>His readiness to +shatter the door of his own lodge was evidence of his obsession, Jack firmly +believed and from which he deduced the opinion that as long as his equipment +held out he was ready to keep up that hot bombardment under the belief that the +enemy were falling like dead leaves in the frosts of late Fall.</p> + +<p>This being the case, Jack understood how exceedingly careful he must be not +to expose even the tip of his nose, since everybody said Oswald was a most +wonderful hand with firearms.</p> + +<p>No sooner had he turned the corner of the rock shack than he made a discovery +that gave him some satisfaction. At least the man inside had not considered it +necessary that he extinguish the lamp for there was a certain amount of light +coming from the window–only tiny lances, showing that some sort of shade +had been drawn down as far as it would come.</p> + +<p>So Jack crawled hastily forward, bent on taking a peep if it could be +accomplished without too much risk. Having gained a position directly under the +window, he considered just how he must go about it and so discovered that a +plant of some sort–perhaps a young orange tree, was growing alongside the +shack.</p> + +<p>Taking hold of a sprig, he gently moved it across a portion of the opening +and on finding it attracted no attention from within he next <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_234'></a>234</span> pushed his head up with +the bunch of green foliage.</p> + +<p>This resulted in giving him a quick survey of the interior–he could see +what had come before his vision on his previous survey but at first he failed to +discover any human presence. The fact gave him a feeling of chagrin, under the +impression that Kearns might in some mysterious way have been able to quit the +rock house without being discovered and that they had been outwitted.</p> + +<p>In that brief period of time Jack seemed to glimpse all manner of strange +tunnels leading from the secret retreat of the smuggler to certain exits back in +the pine woods, craftily constructed for just such an emergency as had now come +to pass.</p> + +<p>Then he suddenly changed his mind on realizing how next to impossible it +would have been to construct such underground exits when the near presence of +great Okeechobee would make digging quite out of the question, since water must +of necessity seep into any such passage and fill it full.</p> + +<p>Jack, looking further, had just managed to discover a leg that was thrust +into view when Perk’s first rock crashed on the roof, making a terrific +noise. Following this came a burst of <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_235'></a>235</span> gunfire with the acrid powder-smoke filling the +room and making seeing next to impossible.</p> + +<p>Jack crouched down to do a little thinking as well as listen to the exchange +of compliments between the warring forces–every loud detonation as a lump +of coquina rock fell on the roof would be followed by its complement of rapid +gunfire, just as though the man at bay was bound to keep up his side of the +battle even if he had to create a shortage in his ammunition supply.</p> + +<p>It was fierce work, yet bordering on the ludicrous, Jack told himself, +meanwhile wondering just how long Perk’s heap of missiles would persist, +also what was bound to happen when the rock pile was gone. Doubtless the +near-demented man inside must be working up to a feverish pitch under the +impression that he was specially designed by Providence to annihilate the whole +German army and open a clear path to an Allied march all the way to Berlin!</p> + +<p>Then silence came–a silence that seemed to brood over the scene of +hostilities as might a sea fog drifting in along the coast and baffling the most +skillful of flyers.</p> + +<p>Jack had discovered a stick that was some three feet in length and +remembering an old and often tried trick known to frontiersmen away back in the +Kentucky days of Daniel Boone, he meant to try it out in order to see if the +ammunition <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_236'></a>236</span> of the +besieged man had run out on him or not–something that was really essential +he should know before proceeding to extremes and breaking into the fortress that +was holding himself and Perk so persistently at bay.</p> + +<p>Removing his leather cap with its dangling earlaps, he perched it on the +point of his stick and proceeded to elevate the contrivance so that it might be +seen by the vigilant eyes within.</p> + +<p>The result was all that he could have asked, showing that this venerable +Indian trick was just as workable as in the days of old.</p> + +<p>A single shot sounded dully within the shack–there was a tinkling sound +as if a speeding bullet had bored a hole through a pane of glass and down fell +his helmet. Jack picked it up and chuckled to find he could poke an +investigating finger through a hole that had certainly not been there before. +What great luck his head had not been inside that helmet, he was telling himself +on thus learning the wonderful accuracy of the marksman.</p> + +<p>Things were again at a standstill, for as long as the half demented Kearns +was able to make such excellent use of his firearm it would be suicide for +either of them to try and break into the shack.</p> + +<p>One thing Jack had managed to discover with that brief peep back of the +friendly bunch of <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_237'></a>237</span> +orange leaves–there was a little heap of papers in the fireplace, also the +precious book he yearned to possess–yes, and he could even make out a +smudge as though a match had been used to start a conflagration but owing to +some puff of contrary air the blaze had fizzled and gone out–an especially +providential favor in their behalf Jack had told himself.</p> + +<p>Still, at any moment now the man with the crooked mind was apt to notice how +his purpose had been baffled. Then he would make a second and possibly more +successful attempt to destroy all incriminating evidence as to his connection +with the smuggling of rum, aliens and precious stones into the country, contrary +to the laws of the land.</p> + +<p>What could he do should this crisis come upon him, Jack was asking himself as +he crouched there and counted the minutes passing by? There was only one means +for counteracting such a move on the part of the enemy and Jack had already +convinced himself the occasion was fully ripe for it to be tried out.</p> + +<p>On a previous occasion the same thing had handily proved its efficacy, so why +not again? Desperate cases require desperate remedies, he kept telling himself +as he groped in his pocket and extracted some small object therefrom, holding it +tightly clinched while he again moved the <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_238'></a>238</span> orange leaves across the lower part of the window +without extracting a shot from the guardian of the shack.</p> + +<p>Then he nerved himself to take a look and received a shock for he was just in +time to see Kearns down on his knees striking a match which he hastened to apply +to the crumpled papers.</p> + +<p>Seeing there was not a second to waste, Jack proceeded to hurl the tear-bomb +he had been holding in his fist straight through the glass, so as to strike +against the stone chimney and be shattered, releasing its powerful contents that +would almost instantly fill the room and blind the man whose fingers held the +burning match.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_239'></a>239</span><a id='link_30'></a>CHAPTER XXX<br /><span class='h2fs'>FETCHING IN THEIR MAN</span></h2> + +<p>There was now no further need for caution.</p> + +<p>Jack saw the man inside stagger to his feet, drop his gun and throw both +hands up to his face–he was starting to rub his eyes as though they had +already commenced to feel the terrible effect of the pungent acid that would +start the tears flowing in streams and render him temporarily blind before he +could exercise his brain sufficiently to unbar the door and rush outside.</p> + +<p>But already that tiny blaze on the open hearth was increasing, and would +presently gain such headway as to threaten the utter destruction of the precious +papers that they had come so far and braved all sorts of dangers to get. +Something must be done instantly in order to prevent this threatening +catastrophe.</p> + +<p>So Jack, always quick to act, with one smashing blow sent the entire window +sash flying into the room. He did not even stop to learn whether he had cut +himself, but gave an upward spring, gained a precarious knee-hold on the +window-sill and allowed himself to fall inside the room <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_240'></a>240</span> with its unseen gas contents which +would of necessity act upon his eyes even as it already had done in the case of +his intended prey.</p> + +<p>Across to the fireplace went Jack–he could never tell just how he made +that trip of a dozen feet with his sight already growing dim and his senses +commencing to reel, but he knew that he started to stamp out every atom of those +greedy flames, working like one possessed.</p> + +<p>Then he clutched the reeling man by the arm and dragged him across to the +window and bundled him out with as little ceremony as if he had been a sack of +oats.</p> + +<p>Blinded himself by this time and hardly knowing what he was doing, Jack +managed to climb through the opening and drop down on top of the writhing figure +on the ground.</p> + +<p>Here Perk found them both as he came full tilt around the corner, realizing +something not down on the bills as far as his knowledge went, must have taken +place.</p> + +<p>“Jack–what’s happened–are you bad hurt, buddy?” +Perk demanded excitedly as he bent down over his chum.</p> + +<p>“All right–only had to use the tear-gas again–be better +right off–don’t let Kearns get away on your life!”</p> + +<p>“Hot ziggetty! you jest bet I won’t old hoss!” whooped the +delighted Perk as he squatted <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_241'></a>241</span> alongside the still writhing Oswald, his automatic +held in readiness only waiting for Jack to recover enough to take things in +charge.</p> + +<p>“Look in the room–see if the papers are safe–in the +fireplace–he started to burn the whole batch and beat us to the +scratch–had to give him the whole works to save ’em!”</p> + +<p>Thus enlightened, Perk stood up and took a look then burst out in a joyous +shout that would have done credit to any cow-puncher on earth.</p> + +<p>“It’s all dandy, Jack–papers safe an’ we got our man +ditto. Mebbe now I’ll soon get a chance to treat my tummy to some decent +grub, ’cause my ribs’re stickin’ to my backbone, I’m that +empty.”</p> + +<p>Before long Jack’s eyes ceased to sting and his vision once more became +almost normal. By then, too, Kearns had come to his senses, with Perk keeping +him subdued by means of prodding a weapon in his ribs.</p> + +<p>Jack hunted around and found some rope with which they temporarily bound the +arms and ankles of their prisoner. That accomplished he made haste to secure all +the papers as well as the ledger which Kearns had been so eager to destroy when +realizing that at last his scorn for the minions of the law had reaped its +inevitable result–the pitcher gone once too often to the well–and +that his game was up.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_242'></a>242</span>“What +next, Boss?” Perk was asking, “mean to kidnap both o’ these +guys Jack?”</p> + +<p>“It’ll make our chances better with one showing a yellow streak +and turning on his employer for State’s evidence,” was Jack’s +quick rejoinder, the idea being quite to Perk’s liking as he speedily made +manifest.</p> + +<p>“Jumpin’ jimcracks! we c’n tote the pair right nifty an’ +I’m meanin’ to see that other guy gets all that’s comin’ +to him, after that nasty crack on the coco he gimme with them irons. Say Jack, +take a look at my head an’ see if it’s sound still–gee whiz! +but it felt like the sky’d gone an’ dropped down on me.”</p> + +<p>Jack speedily reassured him that although there was a lovely lump on the top +of his head, it was nothing very serious. It was understood that there was not a +minute to waste if they were wise. The Lockheed-Vega might blow in any time and +give them trouble.</p> + +<p>“We’ll get both the prisoners together and Perk, you stand guard +over them while I taxi our boat around here so as to save ourselves the job of +moving them along the trail. Is it all right with you, buddy?”</p> + +<p>“Sure is,” came the ready reply. “I’ll start a little +chin with our honorable guest here an’ see how he likes the idee o’ +sittin’ up next Mr. Philip Ridgeway o’ the Treasury Department <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_243'></a>243</span> an’ findin’ +out that this time he’s in the soup for keeps.”</p> + +<p>Already the prisoner had recovered his customary nerve for on hearing what +Perk was saying he broke out in a laugh.</p> + +<p>“Looks a bit serious for me, I own up, boys,” he said. “I +give you credit for being ace high above all your class, for you’ve played +a clever game and beat me by a mile. So that was tear-gas you tossed into the +room, was it?–thought I recognized the smell and I want to tell you, once +that hits a chap’s eyes and he doesn’t care if a church steeple +topples down on him, he’s that paralyzed.”</p> + +<p>Jack lost no time in starting back to where the ship was hidden and having +negotiated the distance along the perilous trail without running afoul of +anything, he managed to toss the palmetto leaves overboard since there was no +further necessity for camouflage. After coaxing his charge out of the narrow +slip, and once on the open lake, he taxied down to the cove close to the coquina +rock shack.</p> + +<p>They managed to lug their prisoners aboard and stowed them away as well as +circumstances permitted. Then Jack gave her the gun and they were off.</p> + +<p>Once they found themselves on their way at a three thousand-foot ceiling and +headed almost <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_244'></a>244</span> due +northwest with Tampa as their goal, Perk slapped his pal on the back and gave +vent to his high spirits.</p> + +<p>“Oh how joyful it does seem, partner,” he was saying, “to +be startin’ on the home stretch with our game played to a finish, the +ducks bagged an’ nigh ready for the spit. Somethin’ to crow about +this time, I guess boy. Mebbe the Big Boss up at Washington ain’t +goin’ to be tickled pink when he gets the news an’ knows we’ve +grabbed Oswald by the heels with evidence aplenty to send him to Atlanta for a +term o’ years. This night flight promises to be the happiest ever for the +pair o’ us. I know I’m actin’ like a loon, partner, but I jest +can’t help it–such bully occasions are too few an’ far between +in our line. An’ now I wonder where we’ll be sent for the next big +job we tackle?”</p> + +<p>“We’ll know all that soon enough Perk,” he was told by his +comrade. “We deserve a little rest after this business is cleaned up, then +we’ll be ready to start out fresh and dandy, no matter if it takes us to +the Wild West this time.”</p> + +<p>“Huh! why not?” grunted Perk with the air of one who was utterly +indifferent as to whether he was given a mission that would take him to the +other side of the world, as long as he had at his side the pal whom he loved so +well and the backing of the Government to stand for expenses.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_245'></a>245</span>“We’ve worked the Mexican border to the +limit, have jest cleaned up the worst smugglin’ bunch along the Florida +coast an’ when the call comes for us to take a fling over the Colorado +canyon, or above the snow capped mountain ranges, it’ll find us ready +an’ all to the good!”</p> + +<p>Although at the time Perk had not the slightest idea that he was posing as a +prophet, it will be seen that such was the case as the title of the next story +in this series will indicate, it being “<i>Wings Over the Rockies; or Jack +Ralston’s New Cloud-Chaser.</i>”</p> + +<p class='c mt20'>THE END</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<p class='c fs12'><b>EVERY BOY’S MYSTERY SERIES</b></p> + +<hr class='mystery' /> + +<p class='c fs12'><b>AIR MONSTER</b></p> + +<p class='c'><b><i>By</i> EDWIN GREEN</b></p> + +<p>“Lines away!”</p> + +<p>This is a story of the world’s greatest dirigible and of the dangers in +the frozen wastes of the Arctic–a combination sure to provide thrills for +every reader.</p> + +<p>The <i>Goliath</i>, largest dirigible in the world, is to meet the submarine +<i>Neptune</i> at the North Pole. The <i>Neptune</i> encounters one mishap after +another in the drifting ice of the Arctic and Harry Curtis, its radio operator, +sends an S. O. S. to Andy High, assistant commander of the <i>Goliath</i>. The +dirigible starts north, Captain Harkins, the commander. is stricken and Andy +takes charge of the rescue attempt.</p> + +<hr class='mystery' /> + +<p class='c fs12'><b>SECRET FLIGHT</b></p> + +<p class='c'><b><i>By</i> EDWIN GREEN</b></p> + +<p>Andy High and his companions on the trail of new adventure in the mighty +<i>Goliath</i> ... international intrigue and a world crisis form the background +for this strong and stirring tale for air-minded boys. This book is a fitting +sequel to that splendid book “Air Monster.”</p> + +<hr class='mystery' /> + +<p class='c fs12'><b>EXTRA</b></p> + +<p class='c'><b><i>By</i> GEORGE MORSE</b></p> + +<p>Baffling mystery, startling disappearances, roaring presses, the tenseness of +the deadline hour on great newspapers–all these and more are in +“Extra.”</p> + +<p>When the publisher of the <i>Porter Press</i> disappears from an airpnQp +while it is en route between two cities, Don Durian, young managing editor of +the <i>Press</i>, starts out to get the story and solve the mystery. Thwarted at +every turn, Don and his staff are enveloped in an intrigue that threatens to +destroy even their own paper. It’s a mystery within a mystery and the +solution is startling.</p> + +<hr class='mystery' /> + +<p class='c fs12'><b>CIRCUS DAN</b></p> + +<p class='c'><b><i>By</i> GEORGE MORSE</b></p> + +<p>Call of the calliope.... Clash of cymbals and flash of spangles under the big +top. But back of the glitter is the rivalry of two big circuses. ... A fortune +hangs in the balance when young Dan Tierney, press agent for the Great United, +solves the mystery of the accidents which have threatened the existence of the +big show.</p> + +<hr class='mystery' /> + +<p class='c fs12'><b>VANISHING LINER</b></p> + +<p class='c'><b><i>By</i> GEORGE MORSE</b></p> + +<p><i>The Vanishing Liner</i> moves rapidly, abounds in pulse-quickening action, +weaves the threads of half a dozen adventures through the luxurious cabins of +the ATLANTICA, and ends with a stirring climax of adventure on the high sea.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<table summary=''> +<tr> +<td style='padding-right:30px; width:250px; vertical-align:top'> +<p class='c fs12'>THE TREASURE<br />HUNT OF THE S-18</p> + +<p class='c fs10'><i>By</i> GRAHAM M. DEAN</p> + +<p>Graham M. Dean, the author of the Tim Murphy Series, received so many +requests from his hundreds of thousands of readers, to take Tim Murphy on a +“real treasure hunt,” that in this book Tim Murphy is given the +assignment by the editor of the “Atkinson News” to accompany a +treasure-hunting expedition headed by a world-famous globe trotter. This is an +action story from start to finish–clean, fast, and inspiring. It is a +different story and is bound to appeal, with all the resourcefulness of the now +famous Tim Murphy tested to the utmost.</p> + +<p class='c fs12'>THE<br />GOLDSMITH PUBLISHING<br />COMPANY</p> + +<p class='c'>CHICAGO</p> +</td> +<td style='padding-left:30px; width:250px; vertical-align:top'> +<p class='b c fs12'>VANISHING<br />LINER</p> + +<p class='b c'>By George Morse</p> + +<p class='b'>High Adventure on the +North Atlantic . . . . . a +mystery of ships that +vanish in mid-ocean.</p> + +<p class='fs08'>The world is alarmed by the disappearance +of ships in the North +Atlantic and the Great Northern +Transportation Company, which has +lost two vessels, is determined to +solve the mystery. The Great Northern +Company has plans to build the +two fastest liners afloat and a rival +company is suspected of the mysterious +attacks.</p> + +<p class='fs08'>In command of the expedition which +sets out to solve the mystery is Prof. +Randolph Pearson, eminent scientist. +He sets up a complete laboratory +aboard the ATLANTICA, crack liner +of the Great Northern. With him +are his assistants, Bob Ellis and Glenn +Heath. Their task is to stay aboard +the liner on its transoceanic dashes +for they are confident that an attempt +will be made on the ATLANTICA.</p> + +<p class='fs08'><i>The Vanishing Liner</i> moves +rapidly, abounds in pulse-quickening +action, weaves the threads of half a +dozen adventures through the luxurious +cabins of the ATLANTICA, +and ends with a stirring climax of adventure +on the high sea.</p> +</td></tr></table> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Eagles of the Sky, by Ambrose Newcomb + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK EAGLES OF THE SKY *** + +***** This file should be named 31426-h.htm or 31426-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/3/1/4/2/31426/ + +Produced by Roger Frank and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.fadedpage.com + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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