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W. Duffield + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. 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: Bert Wilson, Wireless Operator + +Author: J. W. Duffield + +Release Date: March 25, 2012 [EBook #39262] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BERT WILSON, WIRELESS OPERATOR *** + + + + +Produced by Donald Cummings and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + +</pre> + + + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 388px;"> +<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="388" height="600" alt="cover" title="cover" /> +</div> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h1>BERT WILSON,<br /> +Wireless Operator</h1> + +<p class="p4 noic">BY</p> + +<p class="noi author">J. W. DUFFIELD</p> + +<p class="works"><span class="smcap">Author of “Bert Wilson at the Wheel,”<br /> +“Bert Wilson, Marathon Winner,”<br /> +“Bert Wilson’s Fadeaway Ball”</span> +</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<p class="noic">Copyright, 1913, By</p> + +<p class="noic">SULLY AND KLEINTEICH</p> + +<p class="p2 noic"><i>All rights reserved.</i></p> + +<p class="noic">Published and Printed, 1924, by<br /> +Western Printing & Lithographing Company<br /> +Racine, Wisconsin<br /> +Printed in U. S. A.</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2>CONTENTS</h2> + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" summary="Contents"> +<col style="width: 20%;" /> +<col style="width: 70%;" /> +<col style="width: 10%;" /> +<tr> + <td class="tdrt">CHAPTER</td> + <td class="tdl"></td> + <td class="tdrt">PAGE</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdrt">I.</td> + <td class="tdl smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_I">Running Amuck</a></td> + <td class="tdrb">1</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdrt">II.</td> + <td class="tdl smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_II">An Unexpected Meeting</a></td> + <td class="tdrb">14</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdrt">III.</td> + <td class="tdl smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_III">A Startling Message</a></td> + <td class="tdrb">26</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdrt">IV.</td> + <td class="tdl smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_IV">The Flaming Ship</a></td> + <td class="tdrb">38</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdrt">V.</td> + <td class="tdl smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_V">An Island Paradise</a></td> + <td class="tdrb">56</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdrt">VI.</td> + <td class="tdl smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_VI">The “Gray Ghost”</a></td> + <td class="tdrb">70</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdrt">VII.</td> + <td class="tdl smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_VII">A Swim for Life</a></td> + <td class="tdrb">79</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdrt">VIII.</td> + <td class="tdl smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_VIII">The Captured Shark</a></td> + <td class="tdrb">90</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdrt">IX.</td> + <td class="tdl smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_IX">In the Heart of the Typhoon</a></td> + <td class="tdrb">99</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdrt">X.</td> + <td class="tdl smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_X">The Derelict</a></td> + <td class="tdrb">111</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdrt">XI.</td> + <td class="tdl smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_XI">The Tiger at Bay</a></td> + <td class="tdrb">124</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdrt">XII.</td> + <td class="tdl smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_XII">Among the Cannibals</a></td> + <td class="tdrb">141</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdrt">XIII.</td> + <td class="tdl smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_XIII">The Hunting Wolves</a></td> + <td class="tdrb">159</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdrt">XIV.</td> + <td class="tdl smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_XIV">The Land of Surprises</a></td> + <td class="tdrb">179</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdrt">XV.</td> + <td class="tdl smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_XV">The Dragon’s Claws</a></td> + <td class="tdrb">195</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdrt">XVI.</td> + <td class="tdl smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_XVI">The Pirate Attack</a></td> + <td class="tdrb">211</td> +</tr> +</table> + + + +<hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p> +<h1>BERT WILSON, +WIRELESS OPERATOR</h1> + + + + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_I" id="CHAPTER_I">CHAPTER I</a></h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Running Amuck</span></h3> + + +<p class="cap">“Amuck! Amuck! He’s running amuck! +Quick! For your lives!”</p> + +<p>The drowsy water front pulsed into sudden +life. There was a sound of running feet, of +hoarse yells, a shriek of pain and terror as a knife +bit into flesh, and a lithe, brown figure leaped +upon the steamer’s rail.</p> + +<p>It was a frightful picture he presented, as he +stood there, holding to a stanchion with one hand, +while, in the other, he held a crooked dagger +whose point was stained an ominous red. He +was small and wiry, only a little over five feet in +height, but strong and quick as a panther. His +black hair, glossy with cocoa oil, streamed in the +wind, his eyes were lurid with the wild light of +insanity, his lips were parted in a savage snarl, +and he was foaming at the mouth. He had lost +all semblance of humanity, and as he stood there +looking for another victim, he might have been +transported bodily from one of Doré’s pictures of +Dante’s Inferno. Suddenly, he caught sight of a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span> +group of three coming down the pier, and leaping +to the wharf, he started toward them, his bare +feet padding along noiselessly, while he tightened +his grip on the murderous knife. A shot rang +out behind him but missed him, and he kept on +steadily, drawing nearer and nearer to his intended +prey.</p> + +<p>The three companions, toward whom doom +was coming so swiftly and fearfully, were now +halfway down the pier. They were typical young +Americans, tall, clean cut, well knit, and with that +easy swing and carriage that marks the athlete +and bespeaks splendid physical condition. They +had been laughing and jesting and were evidently +on excellent terms with life. Their eyes were +bright, their faces tinged with the bronzed red of +perfect health, the blood ran warmly through +their veins, and it seemed a bitter jest of fate that +over them, of all men, should be flung the sinister +shadow of death. Yet never in all their life had +they been so near to it as on that sleepy summer +afternoon on that San Francisco wharf.</p> + +<p>At the sound of the shot they looked up curiously. +And then they saw.</p> + +<p>By this time the Malay was not more than fifty +feet away. He was running as a mad dog runs, +his head shaking from side to side, his kriss brandished +aloft, his burning eyes fixed on the central +figure of the three. He expected to die, was eager<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span> +to die, but first he wanted to kill. The dreadful +madness peculiar to the Malay race had come +upon him, and the savage instincts that slumbered +in him were now at flood. He had made all his +preparations for death, had prayed to his deities, +blackened his teeth as a sign of his intention, and +devoted himself to the infernal gods. Then by +the use of maddening drugs he had worked himself +into a state of wild delirium and started forth +to slay. They had sought to stop him as he +rushed out from the cook’s galley, but he had +slashed wildly right and left and one of them +had been left dangerously wounded on the steamer’s +deck. The captain and mates had rushed to +their cabins to get their revolvers, and it was the +shot from one of these that had tried vainly to +halt him in his death dealing course. The crew, +unarmed, had sought refuge where they could, +and now, with his thirst for blood still unslaked, +he rushed toward the unsuspecting strangers.</p> + +<p>For one awful instant their hearts stood still as +they caught sight of the fiendish figure bearing +down upon them. None of them had a weapon. +They had never dreamed of needing one. Their +stout hearts and, at need, their fists, had always +proved sufficient, and they shared the healthy +American repugnance at relying on anything else +than nature had given them. There was no way +to evade the issue. Had they turned, the madman,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span> +with the impetus he already had, would have +been upon them before they could get under way. +There was no alternative. They <i>must</i> play with +that grim gambler, Death, with their lives as the +stakes. And at the thought, they stiffened.</p> + +<p>The Malay was within ten feet. Quick as a +flash, the taller of the three dove straight for +the madman’s legs. The latter made a wicked +slash downward, but his arm was caught in a grip +of iron, and the next instant the would-be murderer +was thrown headlong to the pier, his knife +clattering harmlessly to one side. The three +were on him at once, and, though he fought like +a wildcat, they held him until the crowd, bold +now that the danger was past, swarmed down on +the wharf and trussed him securely with ropes. +Then the trio rose, shook themselves and looked +at each other.</p> + +<p>“By Jove, Bert,” said the one who had grasped +the Malay’s arm as it was upraised to strike, +“that was the dandiest tackle I ever saw, and +I’ve seen you make a good many. If you’d done +that in a football game on Thanksgiving day, +they’d talk of it from one end of the country to +the other.”</p> + +<p>“O, I don’t know, Dick,” responded Bert. +“Perhaps it wasn’t so bad, but then, you know, I +never had so much at stake before. Even at +that I guess it would have been all up with me,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span> +if you hadn’t grabbed that fellow’s hand just at +the minute you did.”</p> + +<p>“If I hadn’t, Tom would,” rejoined Dick +lightly. “He went for it at the same instant, but +I was on the side of the knife hand and so got +there first. But it was a fearfully close shave,” +he went on soberly, “and I for one have had +enough of crazy Malays to last me a lifetime.”</p> + +<p>“Amen to that,” chimed in Tom, fervently, +“a little of that sort of thing goes a great way. +If this is a sample of what we’re going to meet, +there won’t be much monotony on this trip.”</p> + +<p>“Well, no,” laughed Bert, “not so that you +could notice it. Still, when you tackle the Pacific +Ocean, you’re going to find it a different proposition +from sailing on a mill pond, and I shouldn’t +be surprised if we found action enough to keep +our joints from getting rusty before we get back.”</p> + +<p>The crowd that had seemed to come from +everywhere were loud in their commendation of +the boys’ courage and presence of mind. Soon, +an ambulance that had been hastily summoned +rattled up to the pier, at top speed, and took +charge of the wounded sailor, while a patrol +wagon carried the maniac to the city prison. The +throng melted away as rapidly as it had gathered, +and the three chums mounted the gangway of the +steamer. A tall, broad shouldered man in a captain’s +uniform advanced to greet them.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span></p> + +<p>“That was one of the pluckiest things I ever +saw,” he said warmly, as he grasped their hands. +“You were lucky to come out of that scrape alive. +Those Malays are holy terrors when they once +get started. I’ve seen them running amuck in +Singapore and Penang before now, but never yet +on this side of the big pond. That fellow has +been sullen and moody for days, but I’ve been so +busy getting ready to sail that I didn’t give it a +second thought. I had a bead drawn on the beggar +when he was making toward you, but didn’t +dare to fire for fear of hitting one of you. But +all’s well that ends well, and I’m glad you came +through it without a scratch. You were coming +toward the ship,” he went on, as he looked at +them inquiringly, “and I take it that your business +was with me.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, sir,” answered Bert, acting as spokesman. +“My name is Wilson, and these are my two +friends, Mr. Trent and Mr. Henderson.”</p> + +<p>“Wilson,” repeated the captain in pleased surprise. +“Why, not the wireless operator that the +company told me they had engaged to make this +trip?”</p> + +<p>“The same,” replied Bert, smiling.</p> + +<p>“Well, well,” said the captain, “I’m doubly +glad to meet you, although I had no idea that our +first meeting would take place under such exciting +circumstances. You can’t complain that we<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span> +didn’t give you a warm reception,” he laughed. +“Come along, and I’ll show you your quarters +and introduce you to the other officers.”</p> + +<p>Had any one told Bert Wilson, a month earlier, +that on this June day he would be the wireless +operator of the good ship “<i>Fearless</i>,” Abel Manning, +Captain, engaged in the China trade, he +would have regarded it as a joke or a dream. +He had just finished his Freshman year in College. +It had been a momentous year for him in more +ways than one. He had won distinction in his +studies—a matter of some satisfaction to his +teachers. But he had been still more prominent +on the college diamond—a matter of more satisfaction +to his fellow students. He had just +emerged from a heart breaking contest, in which +his masterly twirling had won the pennant for +his Alma Mater, and incidentally placed him in +the very front rank of college pitchers. His +plans for the summer vacation were slowly taking +shape, when, one day, he was summoned to +the office of the Dean.</p> + +<p>“Sit down, Wilson,” he said, as he looked up +from some papers, “I’ll be at liberty in a moment.”</p> + +<p>For a few minutes he wrote busily, and then +whirled about in his office chair and faced Bert, +pleasantly.</p> + +<p>“What are your plans for the summer, Wilson?”<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span> +he asked. “Have you anything definite +as yet?”</p> + +<p>“Not exactly, sir,” answered Bert. “I’ve had +several invitations to spend part of the time with +friends, but, as perhaps you know, I haven’t any +too much money, and I want to earn some during +the vacation, to help me cover my expenses for +next year. I’ve written to my Congressman at +Washington to try to get me work in one of the +wireless stations on the coast, but there seems to +be so much delay and red tape about it that I +don’t know whether it will amount to anything. +If that doesn’t develop, I’ll try something else.”</p> + +<p>“Hum,” said the Dean, as he turned to his +desk and took a letter from a pigeon hole. +“Now I have here a line from Mr. Quinby, the +manager of a big fleet of steamers plying between +San Francisco and the chief ports of China. It +seems that one of his vessels, the <i>Fearless</i>, needs +a good wireless operator. The last one was careless +and incompetent, and the line had to let him +go. Mr. Quinby is an old grad of the college, +and an intimate personal friend of mine. He +knows the thoroughness of our scientific course”—here +a note of pride crept into the Dean’s voice—“and +he writes to know if I can recommend one +of our boys for the place. The voyage will take +between two and three months, so that you can be +back by the time that college opens in the Fall.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span> +The pay is good and you will have a chance to see +something of the world. How would you like +the position?”</p> + +<p>How would he like it? Bert’s head was in a +whirl. He had always wanted to travel, but it +had seemed like an “iridescent dream,” to be +realized, if at all, in the far distant future. Now +it was suddenly made a splendid possibility. +China and the islands of the sea, the lands of +fruits and flowers, of lotus and palm, of minarets +and pagodas, of glorious dawns and glittering +noons and spangled nights! The East rose before +him, with its inscrutable wisdom, its passionless +repose, its heavy-lidded calm. It lured him +with its potency and mystery, its witchery and +beauty. Would he go!</p> + +<p>He roused himself with an effort and saw the +Dean regarding him with a quizzical smile.</p> + +<p>“Like it,” he said enthusiastically, “there’s +nothing in all the world I should like so well. +That is,” he added, “if you are sure I can do +the work. You know of course that I’ve had no +practical experience.”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said the Dean, “but I’ve already had +a talk with your Professor of Applied Electricity, +and he says that there isn’t a thing about wireless +telegraphy that you don’t understand. He +tells me that you are equally familiar with the +Morse and the Continental codes, and that you<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span> +are quicker to detect and remedy a defect than +any boy in your class. From theory to practice +will not be far, and he is confident that before +your ship clears the Golden Gate you’ll know +every secret of its wireless equipment from A to Z. +I don’t mind telling you that your name was the +first one that occurred to both him and myself, +as soon as the matter was broached. Mr. +Quinby has left the whole thing to me, so that, if +you wish to go, we’ll consider the matter settled, +and I’ll send him a wire at once.”</p> + +<p>“I’ll go,” said Bert, “and glad of the chance. +I can’t thank you enough for your kindness and +confidence, but I’ll do my very best to deserve +it.”</p> + +<p>“I’m sure of that,” was the genial response, +and, after a few more details of time and place +had been settled, Bert took the extended hand +of the Dean and left the office, feeling as though +he were walking on air.</p> + +<p>His first impulse was to hunt up his two chums, +Tom and Dick, and tell them of his good fortune. +Tom was a fellow classmate, while Dick had had +one year more of college life. The bond that +united them was no common one, and had been +cemented by a number of experiences shared together +for several years back. More than once +they had faced serious injury or possible death together, +in their many scrapes and adventures, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span> +the way they had backed each other up had convinced +each that he had in the others comrades +staunch and true. During the present year, they +had all been members of the baseball team, Tom +holding down third base in dashing style and Dick +starring at first; and many a time the three had +pulled games out of the fire and wrested victory +from defeat. In work and fun they were inseparable; +and straight to them now Bert went, +flushed and elated with the good luck that had befallen +him.</p> + +<p>“Bully for you, old man,” shouted Dick, while +Tom grabbed his hand and clapped him on the +back; “It’s the finest thing that ever happened.”</p> + +<p>“It sure is,” echoed Tom. “Just think of +good old Bert among the Chinks. <i>And</i> the tea +houses—<i>and</i> the tomtoms—<i>and</i> the bazaars—<i>and</i> +the jinrikishas—and all the rest. By the +time he gets back, he’ll have almond eyes and a +pig-tail and be eating his rice with chop sticks.”</p> + +<p>“Not quite as bad as that, I hope,” laughed +Bert. “I’ve no ambition to be anything else than a +good American, and probably all I’ll see abroad +will only make me the more glad to see the Stars +and Stripes again when I get back to ‘God’s +country.’ But it surely will be some experience.”</p> + +<p>Now that the first excitement was over, the +conversation lagged a little, and a slight sense +of constraint fell upon them. All were thinking<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span> +of the same thing. Tom was the first to voice +the common thought.</p> + +<p>“Gee, Bert,” he said, “how I wish that Dick +and I were coming along!”</p> + +<p>“Why not?” asked Dick, calmly.</p> + +<p>Bert and Tom looked at him in amazement.</p> + +<p>“What!” yelled Bert. “You don’t really think +there’s a chance?”</p> + +<p>“A chance? Yes,” answered Dick. “Of +course it’s nothing but a chance—as yet. The +whole thing is so sudden and there are so many +things to be taken into account that it can’t be +doped out all at once. It may prove only a pipe +dream after all. But Father promised me a trip +abroad at the end of my course, if I got through +all right, and, under the circumstances, he may be +willing to anticipate a little. Then too, you +know, he’s a red-hot baseball fan, and he’s tickled +to death at the way we trimmed the other teams +this year. And we all know that Tom’s folks +have money to burn, and it ought to be no trick +at all for him to get their consent. I tell you +what, fellows, let’s get busy with the home people, +right on the jump.”</p> + +<p>And get busy they did, with the result that after +a great deal of humming and hawing and +backing and filling, the longed for consents were +more or less reluctantly given. The boys’ delight +knew no bounds, and it was a hilarious group<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span> +that made things hum on the Overland Limited, +as it climbed the Rockies and dropped down the +western slope to the ocean. The world smiled +upon them. Life ran riot within them. They +had no inkling of how closely death would graze +them before they even set foot upon their ship. +Nor did they dream of the perils that awaited +them, in days not far distant when that ship, passing +through the Golden Gate, should turn its prow +toward the East and breast the billows of the +Pacific.</p><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span></p> + + + + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_II" id="CHAPTER_II">CHAPTER II</a></h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">An Unexpected Meeting</span></h3> + + +<p class="cap">The “Fearless” was a smart, staunch ship +of about three thousand tons—one of a +numerous fleet owned by the line of which Mr. +Quinby was the manager. She had been built +with special reference to the China trade, and was +designed chiefly for cargoes, although she had accommodations +for a considerable number of passengers. +She was equipped with the latest type +of modern screw engines, and although she did +not run on a fixed schedule, could be counted on, +almost as certainly as a regular liner, to make her +port at the time appointed. Everything about +the steamer was seamanlike and shipshape, and +the boys were most favorably impressed, as, under +the guidance of Captain Manning, they made +their way forward. Here they were introduced +to the first and second officers, and then shown +to the quarters they were to occupy during the +voyage.</p> + +<p>Like everything else about the ship, these were +trim and comfortable, and the boys were delighted +to find that they had been assigned adjoining<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span> +rooms. By the time they had washed and +changed their clothes, it was time for supper, +and to this they did ample justice. They were +valiant trenchermen, and even the narrow escape +of the afternoon had not robbed them of their +appetites.</p> + +<p>“You’d better eat while you can, fellows,” +laughed Bert. “We sail to-morrow, and twenty-four +hours from now, you may be thinking so +little of food that you’ll be giving it all to the +fishes.”</p> + +<p>“Don’t you worry,” retorted Dick, “I’ve +trolled for bluefish off the Long Island coast in +half a gale, and never been seasick yet.”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said Bert, “but scudding along in a catboat +is a different thing from rising and falling +on the long ocean swells. We haven’t any swinging +cabins here to keep things always level, and +the ship isn’t long enough to cut through three +waves at once like the big Atlantic liners.”</p> + +<p>“Well,” said Tom, “if we do have to pay tribute +to Neptune, I hope we won’t be so badly off +as the poor fellow who, the first hour, was afraid +he was going to die, and, the second hour, was +afraid he couldn’t die.”</p> + +<p>“Don’t fret about dying, boys,” put in the +ship’s doctor, a jolly little man, with a paunch +that denoted a love of good living; “You fellows +are so lucky that they couldn’t kill you with an<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span> +axe. Though that knife did come pretty near doing +the trick, didn’t it? ‘The sweet little cherub +that sits up aloft, looking after the life of poor +Jack,’ was certainly working overtime, when that +Malay went for you to-day.”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” returned Dick, “but he slipped a cog +in not looking after the poor fellow that brute +wounded first. By the way, doctor, how is he? +Will he live?”</p> + +<p>“O, he’ll pull through all right,” answered the +doctor. “I gave his wound the first rough dressing +before the ambulance took him away. Luckily, +the blade missed any of the vital organs, and +a couple of months in the hospital will bring him +around all right. That is, unless the knife was +poisoned. These beggars sometimes do this, in +order to make assurance doubly sure. I picked +up the knife as it lay on the pier, and will turn +it over to the authorities to-morrow. They’ll +have to use it in evidence, when the case comes +up for trial.”</p> + +<p>He reached into his breast pocket as he spoke +and brought out the murderous weapon. The +boys shuddered as they looked at it and realized +how near they had come to being its victims. +They handled it gingerly as they passed it around, +being very careful to avoid even a scratch, in +view of what the doctor had said about the possibility +of it being poisoned.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span></p> + +<p>It was nearly a foot in length, with a massive +handle that gave it a secure grip as well as additional +force behind the stroke. The hilt was engraved +with curious characters, probably an invocation +to one of the malignant gods to whom it +was consecrated. The blade was broad, with the +edge of a razor and the point of a needle. But +what gave it a peculiarly deadly and sinister significance +was the wavy, crooked lines followed by +the steel, and which indicated the hideous wounds +it was capable of inflicting.</p> + +<p>“Nice little toy, isn’t it?” asked the doctor.</p> + +<p>“It certainly is,” replied Bert. “A bowie knife +is innocent, compared with this.”</p> + +<p>“What on earth is it,” asked Dick, “that +makes these fellows so crazy to kill those that +have never done them an injury and that they +have never even seen? I can understand how the +desire for revenge may prompt a man to go to +such lengths to get even with an enemy, but why +they attack every one without distinction is beyond +me.”</p> + +<p>“Well,” replied the doctor, “it’s something +with which reason has nothing to do. The +Malays are a bloodthirsty, merciless race. They +brood and sulk, until, like that old Roman emperor—Caligula, +wasn’t it?—they wish that the +human race had only one neck, so that they could +sever it with a single blow. They are sick of life<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span> +and determine to end it all, but before they go, all +the pent up poison of hate that has been fermenting +in them finds expression in the desire to +take as many as possible with them. Then too, +there may be some obscure religious idea underneath +it all, of offering to the gods as many victims +as possible, and thus winning favor for themselves. +Or, like the savage despots of Africa, +who decree that when they are buried hundreds +of their subjects shall be slaughtered and buried +in the same grave, they may feel that their victims +will have to serve them in the future world. +Scientists have never analyzed the matter satisfactorily.”</p> + +<p>“Well,” said Dick, as they rose from the table, +“one doesn’t have to be a scientist to know this +much at least—that wherever a crazy Malay happens +to be, it’s a mighty healthy thing to be somewhere +else.”</p> + +<p>“I guess nobody aboard this steamer would be +inclined to dispute that,” laughed the doctor, as +they separated and went on deck.</p> + +<p>Although his duties did not begin until the following +day, Bert was eager beyond anything else +to inspect the wireless equipment of the ship, and +went at once to the wireless room, followed by +the others.</p> + +<p>It was with immense satisfaction that he established +that here he had under his hand the very<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span> +latest in wireless telegraphy. From the spark +key to the antennae, waving from the highest +mast of the ship, everything was of the most approved +and up to date type. No matter how +skilful the workman, he is crippled by lack of +proper tools; and Bert’s heart exulted as he realized +that, in this respect, at least he had no reason +for complaint.</p> + +<p>“It’s a dandy plant, fellows,” he gloated. +“There aren’t many Atlantic liners have anything +on this.”</p> + +<p>“How far can she talk, Bert?” asked Dick, +examining the apparatus with the keenest interest.</p> + +<p>“That depends on the weather, very largely,” +answered Bert. “Under almost any conditions +she’s good for five hundred miles, and when +things are just right, two or three times as far.”</p> + +<p>“What’s the limit, anyway, Bert?” asked +Tom. “How far have they been able to send under +the very best conditions?”</p> + +<p>“I don’t believe there is any real limit,” answered +Bert. “I haven’t any doubt that, before +many years, they’ll be able to talk half way round +the world. Puck, you know, in the ‘Midsummer +Night’s Dream’ boasted that he would ‘put a +girdle round the earth in forty minutes.’ Well, +the wireless will go him one better, and go round +in less than forty seconds. Why, only the other<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span> +day at Washington, when the weather conditions +were just right, the officials there heard two stations +talking to each other, off the coast of Chili, +six or seven thousand miles away. Of course, +ships will never talk at that distance, because they +can’t get a high enough mast or tower to overcome +the curvature of the earth. But from land +stations it is only a question of getting a high +enough tower. They can talk easily now from +Berlin to Sayville, Long Island, four thousand +miles, by means of towers seven or eight hundred +feet high. The Eiffel Tower at Paris, because +still higher, has a longer range. It isn’t so very +long ago that they were glad enough to talk across +a little creek or canal, a few feet wide. Then +they tried an island, three or four miles away, +then another, fourteen miles from the mainland. +By the time they had done that, they knew that +they had the right principle, and that it was only +a matter of time before they’d bind the ends of +the earth together. It started as a creeping infant; +now, it’s a giant, going round the world +in its seven league boots.”</p> + +<p>“Hear hear,” cried Dick, “how eloquent Bert +is getting. He’ll be dropping into poetry next.”</p> + +<p>“Well,” chipped in Tom, “there <i>is</i> poetry +sure enough in the crash of the spark and its leap +out into the dark over the tumbling waves from +one continent to another, but, to me, it’s more<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span> +like witchcraft. It’s lucky Marconi didn’t live +two or three hundred years ago. He’d surely +have been burned at the stake, for dabbling in +black magic.”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” rejoined Bert, “and Edison and Tesla +would have kept him company. But now clear +out, you fellows, and let me play with this toy +of mine. I want to get next to all its quips and +quirks and cranks and curves, and I can’t do it +with you dubs talking of poets and witches. Skip, +now,” and he laughingly shooed them on deck.</p> + +<p>Left to himself, he went carefully over every +detail of the equipment. Everything—detector, +transmitter, tuning coil and all the other parts—were +subjected to the most minute and critical +inspection, and all stood the test royally. It +was evident that no niggardly consideration of +expense had prevented the installation of the latest +and best materials. Bert’s touch was almost +caressing, as he handled the various parts, and his +heart thrilled with a certain sense of ownership. +There had been a wireless plant at one of the +college buildings, and he had become very expert +in its use; but hundreds of others had used +it, too, and he was only one among many. Moreover, +that plant had filled no part in the great +world of commerce or of life, except for purposes +of instruction. But this was the real thing, and +from the time the steamer left the wharf until,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span> +on its return, it again swung into moorings, he +would be in complete control. How many times +along the invisible current would he feel the pulsing +of the world’s heart; what messages of joy +or pain or peril would go from him or come to +him, as he sat with his finger on the key and the +receiver at his ear! He stood on the threshold +of a new world, and it was a long time before he +tore himself away, and went to rejoin his friends +on the upper deck.</p> + +<p>A young man, whose figure had something familiar +about it was pacing to and fro. Bert +cudgeled his memory. Of whom did it remind +him? The young man turned and their eyes met. +There was a start of recognition.</p> + +<p>“Why, this must be Bert Wilson,” said the +newcomer, extending his hand.</p> + +<p>“Yes,” replied Bert, grasping it warmly, “and +you are Ralph Quinby or his double.”</p> + +<p>“Quinby, sure enough,” laughed Ralph, “and +delighted to see you again. But what on earth +brings you here, three thousand miles from +home?”</p> + +<p>“I expect to be twelve thousand miles from +home before I get through,” answered Bert; and +then he told him of his engagement as wireless +operator for the voyage.</p> + +<p>“That’s splendid,” said Ralph, heartily. +“We’ll have no end of fun. I was just feeling<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span> +a bit down in the mouth, because I didn’t know +a soul on board except the captain. You see, +my father is manager of the line, and he wanted +me to take the trip, so that I could enlarge my experience +and be fit to step into his shoes when he +gets ready to retire. So that, in a way, it’s a +pleasure and business trip combined.”</p> + +<p>“Here are some other fellows you know,” remarked +Bert, as he beckoned to Tom and Dick +who came over from the rail.</p> + +<p>They needed no introduction. A flood of +memories swept over them as they shook hands. +They saw again the automobile race, when Ralph +in the “<i>Gray Ghost</i>” and Bert at the wheel of +the “<i>Red Scout</i>” had struggled for the mastery. +Before their eyes rose the crowded stands; they +heard the deafening cheers and the roar of the exhausts; +they saw again that last desperate spurt, +when, with the throttle wide open, the “Red +Scout” had challenged its gallant enemy in the +stretch and flashed over the line, a winner.</p> + +<p>That Ralph remembered it too was evident +from the merry twinkle in his eyes, as he looked +from one to the other of the group.</p> + +<p>“You made me take your dust that day, all +right,” he said, “but I’ve never felt sore over +that for a minute. It was a fair and square race, +and the best car and the best driver won.”</p> + +<p>“Not on your life,” interjected Bert, warmly.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span> +“The best car, perhaps, but not the best driver. +You got every ounce of speed out of your machine +that anyone could, and after all it was only +a matter of inches at the finish.”</p> + +<p>“Well, it was dandy sport, anyway, win or +lose,” returned Ralph. “By the way, I have the +‘Gray Ghost’ with me now. It’s crated up on +the forward deck, and will be put down in the +hold to-morrow. So come along now, and take +a look at it.”</p> + +<p>There, sure enough, was the long, powerful, +gray car, looking “fit to run for a man’s life,” +as Ralph declared, while he patted it affectionately.</p> + +<p>“I thought I’d bring it along,” he said, “to +use while we are in port at our various stopping +places. It will take a good many days to unload, +and then ship our return cargo, and, if the roads +are good, we’ll show the natives some new wrinkles +in the way of fancy driving. We’re all of +us auto fiends, and I want you to feel that the +car is as much yours as mine, all through the trip. +That is,” he added, mischievously, “if you fellows +don’t feel too haughty to ride in a car that +you’ve already beaten.”</p> + +<p>With jest and laughter, the time passed rapidly. +The evening deepened, and a hush fell over the +waters of the bay. Lanterns twinkled here and +there like fireflies among the shipping, while from<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span> +an occasional boat rose the tinkling of a banjo +or guitar. From the shore side came the night +sounds of the great city, sitting proudly on her +many hills and crowned with innumerable lights. +Silence gathered over the little group, as they +gazed, and each was busy with his own thoughts. +This loved land of theirs—by this time to-morrow, +it would be out of sight below the horizon. +Who knew when they would see it again, or +through what perils they might pass before they +once more touched its shores? It was the little +shiver before the plunge, as they stood upon the +brink of the unknown; and they were a trifle more +quiet than usual, when at last they said good-night +and sought forgetfulness in sleep.</p><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span></p> + + + + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_III" id="CHAPTER_III">CHAPTER III</a></h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">A Startling Message</span></h3> + + +<p class="cap">The next morning, all was stir and bustle on +board the steamer. The great cranes +groaned, as they hoisted aboard the last of the +freight, and lowered it into the hold, that gaped +like a huge monster, whose appetite could never +be satiated. Men were running here and there, +in obedience to the hoarse commands of the mates, +and bringing order out of the apparent confusion. +The pier and decks were thronged with friends +and relatives of the passengers, come to say good-by +to those who seemed to become doubly dear, +as the hour of parting drew near. The cabins +were piled with flowers that, under the inexorable +rules of sea-going ships, would have to be thrown +overboard, as soon as the vessel had cleared the +harbor. Everywhere there were tears and smiles +and hand grasps, as friends looked into each +other’s eyes, with the unspoken thought that the +parting “might be for years, or it might be forever.”</p> + +<p>The boys had risen early, and, after a hearty +breakfast, had come on deck, where they watched<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span> +with keenest zest the preparations for the start. +It was a glorious day and one that justified all +they had heard of the wonderful California climate. +The sun was bright, but not oppressive, +and a delightful breeze blew up from the bay. +The tang of the sea was in their nostrils, and, +as they gazed over the splendid panorama spread +out before them, their spirits rose and their hearts +swelled with the mere joy of living. The slight +melancholy of the night before had vanished +utterly, and something of the old Viking spirit +stirred within them, as they sniffed the salt breeze +and looked toward the far horizon where the sky +and waves came together. They, too, were Argonauts, +and who knew what Golden Fleece of delight +and adventure awaited their coming, in the +enchanting empires of the East, or in the</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">“Summer isles of Eden, lying<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In dark purple spheres of sea.”<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>As they stood at the rail, filling their lungs with +the invigorating air, and watching the animated +scenes about them, Ralph came up to them, +accompanied by an alert, keen-eyed man, whom +he introduced as his father.</p> + +<p>He shook hands cordially with the boys, but +when he learned that Dick and Tom, as well as +Bert, were all students in the college from which<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span> +he had himself graduated, his cordiality became +enthusiasm. He was one of the men who, despite +the passing of the years and the growth of business +cares, remain young in heart, and he was +soon laughing and chatting as gaily as the boys +themselves. There was nothing of the snob about +him, despite his wealth and prominence, and, in +this respect Ralph was “a chip of the old block.”</p> + +<p>“So you are the Wilson whose fadeaway ball +won the pennant, are you?” as he turned to Bert. +“By George, I’d like to have seen that last game. +The afternoon that game was played, I had the +returns sent in over a special wire in my office. +And when you forged ahead and then held down +their heavy hitters in the ninth, I was so excited +that I couldn’t keep still, but just got up and +paced the floor, until I guess my office force +thought I was going crazy. But you turned the +trick, all right, and saved my tottering reason,” +he added, jovially.</p> + +<p>The boys laughed. “It’s lucky I didn’t know +all that,” grinned Bert, “or I might have got so +nervous that they would have knocked me out of +the box. But since you are so interested, let me +show you a memento of the game.” And running +below, he was back in a minute with the souvenir +presented to him by the college enthusiasts.</p> + +<p>It was a splendid gift. The identical ball with +which he had struck out the opposing team’s most<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span> +dangerous slugger in the ninth had been encased +in a larger ball of solid gold on which Bert’s name +had been engraved, together with the date and +score of the famous game. Now it was passed +from hand to hand amid loud expressions of +admiration.</p> + +<p>“It’s certainly a beauty,” commented Mr. +Quinby, “and my only regret is that I wasn’t +called upon to contribute toward getting it. I +suppose it will be rather hard on you fellows,” +he went on, “to have to go without any baseball +this summer. If I know you rightly, you’d rather +play than eat.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, well,” broke in Ralph, “they may be able +to take a fling at it once in a while, even if they +are abroad. It used to be the ‘national’ game, +but it is getting so popular everywhere that we’ll +soon have to call it the ‘international’ game. In +Japan, especially, there are some corking good +teams, and they play the game for all it is worth. +Take the nine of Waseda University, and they’d +give Yale or Princeton all they wanted to do to +beat them. Last year, they hired a big league +star to come all the way from America, to act as +coach. They don’t have enough ‘beef,’ as a +rule, to make them heavy sluggers, but they are +all there in bunting and place hitting, and they +are like cats on the bases.”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said Dick, “and, even leaving foreigners<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span> +out of the question, the crews from Uncle +Sam’s warships have what you might call a Battleship +League among themselves, and every vessel +has its nine. Feeling runs high when they are in +port, and the games are as hotly contested as +though a World’s Series were in question. I’m +told that, at the time of the Boxer rebellion, there +were some dandy games played by our boys right +under the walls of Peking.”</p> + +<p>Just here the captain approached, and, with a +hearty handshake and best wishes for the journey, +Mr. Quinby went forward with him to discuss +business details connected with the trip.</p> + +<p>Ten o’clock, the hour set for starting, was at +hand. The first bell, warning all visitors ashore, +had already rung. The last bale of freight had +been lowered into the hold and the hatches battened +down. There was the usual rush of eleventh +hour travelers, as the taxis and cabs rattled +down to the piers and discharged their occupants. +All the passengers were on the shore side of the +vessel, calling to their friends on the dock, the +women waving their handkerchiefs, at one moment, +and, the next, putting them to their eyes. +The last bell rang, the huge gangplank swung +inward, there was a tinkling signal in the engine +room and the propellers began slowly to revolve. +The steamer turned down the bay, passed the +Golden Gate where the sea lions sported around<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span> +the rocks, and out into the mighty Pacific. The +voyage of the <i>Fearless</i> had begun.</p> + +<p>Down in the wireless room, Bert had buckled +to his work. With the telephone receiver held +close to his ears by a band passing over his head, +he exchanged messages with the land they were +so rapidly leaving behind them, with every revolution +of the screws. Amid the crashing of the +sounder and the spitting blue flames, he felt perfectly +in his element. Here was work, here was +usefulness, here was power, here was life. Between +this stately vessel, with its costly cargo and +still more precious freight of human lives, and +the American continent, he was the sole connecting +link. Through him alone, father talked with +son, husband with wife, captain with owner, +friend with friend. Without him, the vessel was +a hermit, shut out from the world at large; with +him, it still held its place in the universal life.</p> + +<p>But this undercurrent of reflection and exultation +did not, for a moment, distract him from his +work. The messages came in rapidly. He knew +they would. The first day at sea is always the +busiest one. There were so many last injunctions, +so many things forgotten in the haste of farewell, +that he was taxed to the utmost to keep his work +well in hand. Fortunately he was ambidextrous, +could use his left hand almost as readily as his +right, and this helped him immensely. From an<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span> +early age, more from fun than anything else, he +had cultivated writing with either hand, without +any idea that the day would come when this would +prove a valuable practical accomplishment. Now +with one finger on the key, he rapidly wrote down +the messages with the other, and thus was able to +double the rapidity and effectiveness of his work.</p> + +<p>Before long there was a lull in the flood of +messages, and when time came for dinner, he signaled +the San Francisco office to hold up any further +communications for an hour or so, threw +off his receiver, and joined his friends at the table.</p> + +<p>“Well, Bert, how does she go?” asked Dick, +who sat at his right, while Tom and Ralph faced +them across the table.</p> + +<p>“Fine,” answered Bert, enthusiastically. “It +isn’t work; it’s pleasure. I’m so interested in it +that I almost grudge the time it takes to eat, +and that’s something new for me.”</p> + +<p>“It must be getting serious, if it hits you as +hard as that,” said Tom, in mock concern. “I’ll +have to give the doctor a tip to keep his eye on +you.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, Bert just says that, so that when he gets +seasick, he’ll have a good excuse for not coming +to meals,” chaffed Ralph.</p> + +<p>“Well, watch me, fellows, if you think my +appetite is off,” retorted Bert, as he attacked his +food with the avidity of a wolf.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span></p> + +<p>“By the way,” asked Dick, “what arrangements +have you made for any message that may +come, while you are toying with your dinner in +this languid fashion?”</p> + +<p>“I’ve told the San Francisco man to hold +things up for a while,” replied Bert. “That’s +the only station we’re likely to hear from just +now, and the worst of the rush is over. After +we get out of range of the land stations, all that +we’ll get will be from passing ships, and that will +only be once in a while.”</p> + +<p>“Of course,” he went on, “theoretically, there +ought to be someone there every minute of the +twenty-four hours. You might be there twenty-three +hours and fifty-nine minutes, and nothing +happen. But, in the last minute of the twenty-fourth +hour, there might be something of vital +importance. You know when that awful wreck +occurred last year, the operator was just about to +take the receiver from his head, when he caught +the call. One minute later, and he wouldn’t have +heard it and over eight hundred people would +have been lost.”</p> + +<p>“I suppose,” said Ralph, “that, as a matter of +fact, there ought to be two or three shifts, so that +someone could be on hand all the time. I know +that the Company is considering something of the +kind, but ‘large bodies move slowly,’ and they +haven’t got to it yet.”</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span></p> + +<p>“For my part,” chimed in Tom, “I should +think that with all the brains that are working +on the subject, there would have been some way +devised to make a record of every call, and warn +the operator at any minute of the day or night.”</p> + +<p>“They’re trying hard to get something practical,” +said Bert. “Marconi himself is testing +out a plan that he thinks will work all right. His +idea is to get a call that will be really one long +dash, so that it won’t be confounded with any +letter of the alphabet. He figures on making this +so strong that it will pass through a very sensitive +instrument with sufficient force to ring a bell, +that will be at the bedside of the operator.”</p> + +<p>“Rather rough on a fellow, don’t you think?” +joined in the ship’s doctor. “If he were at all +nervous, he might lie there awake, waiting for +the bell to ring. It reminds me of a friend of +mine, who once put up at a country hotel. He +was told that the man who slept in the next room +was very irritable and a mere bundle of nerves. +He couldn’t bear the least noise, and my friend +promised to keep it in mind. He was out rather +late that night, and when he started to retire he +dropped one of his shoes heavily on the floor. +Just then he remembered his nervous neighbor. +He went on undressing quietly, walked about on +tiptoe, put out the light, and crept into bed. Just +as he was going off to sleep, a voice came from<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span> +the other room: ‘Say, when in thunder are you +going to drop that other shoe?’”</p> + +<p>“In the meantime,” went on Bert, when the +laugh had subsided, “they’ve got an ingenious +device on some of the British ships. It seems +rather cruel, because they have to use a frog. +You know how sensitive frogs are to electricity. +Well, they attach a frog to the receiving end, and +under him they put a sheet of blackened paper. +As the dots and dashes come in, the current jerks +the frog’s legs over the paper. The leg scrapes +the black away, and leaves white dots and dashes. +So that you can pick up the paper and read the +message just like any other, except that the letters +are white instead of black.”</p> + +<p>“Poor old frogs,” said Ralph. “If they knew +enough, they’d curse the very name of electricity. +Galvani started with them in the early days, and +they’ve still got to ‘shake a leg’ in the interest +of science.”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” murmured Tom, “it’s simply shocking.”</p> + +<p>He ducked as Ralph made a playful pass at +him.</p> + +<p>“There’s been quite a stir caused by it,” went +on Bert, calmly ignoring Tom’s awful pun, “and +the humane societies are taking it up. The probability +is that it will be abolished. It certainly +does seem cruel.”</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span></p> + +<p>“I don’t know,” said the doctor. “Like many +other questions, there are two sides to it. We +all agree that no pain should be inflicted upon +poor dumb animals, unless there is some great +good to be gained by it. But it is a law of life +that the lesser must give way to the greater. We +use the cow to get vaccine for small-pox, the horse +to supply the anti-toxin for diphtheria. Rabbits +and mice and guinea-pigs and monkeys we inoculate +with the germs of cancer and consumption, +in order to study the causes of these various diseases, +and, perhaps, find a remedy for them. All +this seems barbarous and cruel; but the common +sense of mankind agrees that it would be far more +cruel to let human beings suffer and die by the +thousands, when these experiments may save +them. If the twitching of a frog’s leg should +save a vessel from shipwreck, we would have +to overlook the frog’s natural reluctance to write +the message. I hope, though,” he concluded, as +he pushed back his chair, “that they’ll soon find +something else that will do just as well, and leave +the frog in his native puddle.”</p> + +<p>When they reached the deck, they found that +the breeze had freshened, and, with the wind on +her starboard quarter, the <i>Fearless</i> was bowling +along in capital style. Her engines were working +powerfully and rhythmically, and everything betokened +a rapid run to Hawaii, which the captain<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span> +figured on reaching in about eight days. The +more seasoned travelers were wrapped in rugs +and stretched out in steamer chairs, but many of +the others had already sought the seclusion of +their staterooms. It was evident that there would +be an abundance of empty seats at the table that +evening.</p> + +<p>Throughout the rest of the day the messages +were few and far between. Before that time +next day, they would probably have ceased altogether +as far as the land stations were concerned, +and from that time on until they reached Hawaii, +the chief communications would be from passing +ships within the wireless range.</p> + +<p>The boys were gathered in the wireless room +that night, telling stories and cracking jokes, when +suddenly Bert’s ear caught a click. He straightened +up and listened eagerly. Then his face went +white and his eyes gleamed with excitement. It +was the S. O. S. signal, the call of deadly need +and peril. A moment more and he leaped to his +feet.</p> + +<p>“Call the captain, one of you fellows, quick,” +he cried.</p> + +<p>For this was the message that had winged its +way over the dark waste of waters:</p> + +<p>“Our ship is on fire. Latitude 37:12, longitude +126:17. For God’s sake, help.”</p><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span></p> + + + + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IV" id="CHAPTER_IV">CHAPTER IV</a></h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">The Flaming Ship</span></h3> + + +<p class="cap">The captain came in hurriedly and read the +message. He figured out the position.</p> + +<p>“She’s all of sixty miles away,” he said, looking +up from his calculation, “and even under +forced draught we can’t reach her in less than +three hours. Tell her we’re coming,” he ordered, +and hurried out to give the necessary directions.</p> + +<p>The course of the ship was altered at once, the +engines were signaled for full speed ahead, and +with her furnaces roaring, she rushed through +the night to the aid of her sister vessel, sorely +beset by the most dreaded peril of the sea.</p> + +<p>In the mean time Bert had clicked off the message: +“We’ve got you, old man. Ship, <i>Fearless</i>, +Captain Manning. Longitude 125:20, latitude +36:54. Will be with you in three hours. Cheer +up. If you’re not disabled, steam to meet us.”</p> + +<p>Quickly the answer came back: “Thank God. +Fighting the fire, but it’s getting beyond us. +Hasn’t reached the engine room yet, but may +very soon. Hurry.”</p> + +<p>In short, jerky sentences came the story of the +disaster. The steamer was the <i>Caledonian</i>, a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span> +tramp vessel, plying between Singapore and San +Francisco. There was a heavy cargo and about +forty passengers. A little while since, they had +detected fire in the hold, but had concealed the +fact from the passengers and had tried to stifle +it by their own efforts. It had steadily gained, +however, despite their desperate work, until the +flames burst through the deck. A wild panic had +ensued, but the captain and the mates had kept +the upper hand. The crew had behaved well, and +the boats were ready for launching if the worst +came to the worst. The fire was gaining. +“Hurry. Captain says——”</p> + +<p>Then the story ceased. Bert called and called +again. No answer. The boys looked at each +other.</p> + +<p>“The dynamo must have gone out of commission,” +said Bert. “I can’t get him. The flames +may have driven him out of the wireless room.”</p> + +<p>All were in an agony of suspense and fear. It +seemed as though they crept, although the ship +shook with the vibration of its powerful engines, +working as they had never worked before. The +<i>Fearless</i> was fairly flying, as though she knew the +fearful need of haste.</p> + +<p>Outside of the wireless room, none of the passengers +knew of the disaster. Most of them had +retired, and, if the few who were still up and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span> +about sensed anything unusual, the discipline of +the ship kept questions unspoken. All the officers +and the crew, however, were on the alert and +tingling with the strain, and every eye was turned +toward the distant horizon, to catch the first +glimpse of the burning vessel.</p> + +<p>Out into the night, Bert sent his call desperately, +hoping to raise some other ship nearer to +the doomed steamer than the <i>Fearless</i>, but in +vain. He caught a collier, three hundred miles +away, and a United States gunboat, one hundred +and sixty miles distant, but, try as he would, there +was nothing nearer. Nobody but themselves +could attempt the rescue. Of course, there was +the chance that some sailing vessel, not equipped +with wireless, might come upon the scene, but this +was so remote that it could be dismissed from +consideration.</p> + +<p>More than half the distance had been covered +when Dick, who had stepped outside, came running +in.</p> + +<p>“Come on out, fellows,” he cried, excitedly. +“We can see a light in the sky that we think +must come from the fire.”</p> + +<p>They followed him on the run. There, sure +enough, on the distant horizon, was a deep reddish +glow, that seemed to grow brighter with +every passing moment. At times, it waned a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span> +trifle, probably obscured by smoke, only to reappear +more crimson than ever, as the vessel drew +nearer.</p> + +<p>“How far off do you suppose it is now?” +asked Tom.</p> + +<p>“Not more than fifteen miles, I should think,” +answered Bert. “We’ll be there in less than an +hour now, if we can keep up this pace.”</p> + +<p>The <i>Fearless</i> flew on, steadily cutting down the +distance, and now the sky was the color of blood. +Everything had been gotten in readiness for the +work of rescue. The boats had been cleared and +hung in their davits, ready to be lowered in a +trice. Lines of hose were prepared, not so much +with the hope of putting out the fire as to protect +their own vessel from the flying brands. Every +man of the crew was at his appointed place. Since +the wireless could no longer be used to send messages +of encouragement, rockets were sent up at +intervals to tell the unfortunates that help was +coming.</p> + +<p>“Look!” cried Tom. “That was an actual +flash I saw that time.”</p> + +<p>Gradually these became more frequent, and +now the upper part of the vessel came into view, +wreathed in smoke and flame. Soon the hull appeared, +and then they could get a clear idea of +the catastrophe.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span></p> + +<p>The whole forward part of the vessel was a +seething mass of fire. The engines had been put +out of commission, and the hull wallowed helplessly +at the mercy of the waves. The officers +and crew, fighting to the last, had been crowded +aft, and the stern was black with passengers huddled +despairingly together. The supply of boats +had been insufficient, and two of these had been +smashed in lowering. Two others, packed to the +guards, had been pushed away from the vessel, +so as not to be set on fire by the brands that fell +in showers all around. Near the stern, some of +the sailors were hastily trying to improvise a raft +with spars and casks. They were working with +superhuman energy, but, hampered as they were +by the frantic passengers, could make but little +progress. And all the time the pitiless flames +were coming nearer and nearer, greedily licking +up everything that disputed their advance. It was +a scene of anguish and of panic such as had +never been dreamed of by the breathless spectators +who crowded the bow of the <i>Fearless</i>, as +it swiftly swept into the zone of light and prepared +to lower its boats.</p> + +<p>Suddenly there was a great commotion visible +on the flaming ship. They had seen their rescuers. +Men shouted and pointed wildly; women +screamed and fell on their knees in thanksgiving.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span> +The boats already in the water gave way and +made for the <i>Fearless</i>. The sailors stopped work +upon the raft, now no longer needed, and turned +to with the officers who were striving desperately +to keep the more frenzied passengers from plunging +headlong into the sea and swimming to the +steamer. Their last refuge in the stern had grown +pitifully small now, and the flames, gathering volume +as they advanced, rushed toward them as +though determined not to be balked of the prey +that had seemed so surely in their grasp.</p> + +<p>It was a moment for quick action, and Captain +Manning rose to the occasion. In obedience to +his sharp word of command, the sailors tumbled +into the boats, and these were dropped so smartly +that they seemed to hit the water together. Out +went the oars and away they pulled with all the +strength and practised skill of their sinewy arms. +Bert and Dick were permitted to go as volunteers +in the boat of Mr. Collins, the first mate, who +had given his consent with some reluctance, as +he had little faith in any but regular sailors in +cases of this kind; and his boat was the first to +reach the vessel and round to under the stern.</p> + +<p>“Women and children first,” the unwritten law +of the sea, was strictly enforced, and they were +lowered one by one, until the boat sat so low in +the water that Mr. Collins ordered his crew to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span> +back away and let the next one take its place. +Just as it got under way, a woman holding a +baby in her arms, frantic with fright as she saw +the boat leaving, broke away from the restraining +hand of a sailor, and leaped from the stern. She +missed the gig, which was fortunate, as she would +certainly have capsized it, heavily laden as it +already was, and fell into the water. In an instant +Bert, who could swim like a fish, had +plunged in and grabbed her as she rose to the +surface. A few strokes of the oars and they +were hauled aboard, and the boat made for the +ship. Collins, a taciturn man, looked his approval +but said nothing at the time, although, +in a talk with the captain afterwards, he went so +far as to revise his opinion of volunteers and to +admit that an able seaman could have done no +better.</p> + +<p>The rest of the passengers were quickly taken +off and then came the turn of the officers and +crew. The captain was the last to leave the devoted +vessel, and it was with a warm grasp of +sympathy and understanding that Captain Manning +greeted him as he came over the side. He +was worn with the strain and shaken with emotion. +He had done all that a man could do to +save his ship, but fate had been too strong for +him and he had to bow to the inevitable. He<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span> +refused to go below and take some refreshment, +but stood with knitted brows and folded arms +watching the burning steamer that had carried +his hopes and fortunes. They respected his grief +and left him alone for a time, while they made +arrangements for the homeless passengers and +crew.</p> + +<p>These were forlorn enough. They had saved +practically no baggage and only the most cherished +of their personal belongings. Some had +been badly burned in their efforts to subdue the +flames, and all were at the breaking point from +excitement and fatigue. The doctors of both +ships were taxed to the utmost, administering +sedatives and tonics and dressing the wounds of +the injured. By this time the passengers of the +<i>Fearless</i> had, of course, been roused by the tumult, +and men and women alike vied with each +other in aiding the unfortunates. Cabins and +staterooms were prepared for the passengers, +while quarters in the forecastle were provided +for the crew who, with the proverbial stolidity and +fatalism of their kind, soon made themselves at +home, taking the whole thing as a matter of +course. They had just been at hand-grips with +death; but this had occurred to them so often +that they regarded it simply as an incident of +their calling.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span></p> + +<p>There was no thought of sleep for Bert that +night. The sounder crashed and the blue flames +leaped for hours in the wireless room. The +operator of the <i>Caledonian</i> volunteered to help +him, but Bert wouldn’t hear of it and sent him +to his bunk, where, after the terrific strain, he +was soon in the sleep of utter exhaustion.</p> + +<p>Then Bert called up the San Francisco station +and told his story. The owners of the ship were +notified that the vessel and cargo were a total +loss, but that all the passengers had been saved. +They sent their thanks to Captain Manning and +then wirelessed for details. Mr. Quinby, of +course, was called into the conference. Now that +it was settled that no lives had been lost, the most +important question was as to the disposition of +passengers and crew. They had been making for +San Francisco, but naturally it was out of the +question for the <i>Fearless</i> to relinquish her voyage +and take them into port.</p> + +<p>Three courses were open. They could go to +Hawaii, the first stopping place, and there take +the first steamer leaving for San Francisco. Or +they could depend on the chance of meeting some +vessel homeward bound, to which they could +transship before reaching Honolulu. Or Bert +could send his call abroad through his wireless +zone and perhaps arrange for some ship coming<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span> +toward them to sail along a certain course, meet +them at a given location and there take charge +of the <i>Caledonian’s</i> people. In that case, the +owners, of course, would expect to recompense +them handsomely for their time and trouble.</p> + +<p>As the survivors were desperately anxious to +reach home and friends at the earliest possible +moment, Bert was instructed to follow the latter +course and do his utmost to raise some approaching +vessel. For a long time his efforts were fruitless. +His call flew over the ocean wastes but +awoke no answering echo. At last, however, well +toward morning, his eager ear caught a responsive +click. It came from the <i>Nippon</i>, one of the +trans-Pacific liners plying between Yokohama and +San Francisco. She was less than four hundred +miles away and coming on a line slightly east of +the <i>Fearless</i>. The situation was explained, and +after the captains of the two steamers had carried +on a long conversation, it was agreed that the +<i>Nippon</i> should take charge of the survivors. +They would probably meet late that afternoon, +and arrangements were made to keep each other +informed hourly of pace and direction, until they +should come in sight.</p> + +<p>Bert breathed a huge sigh of relief when that +question was settled. But his work was not yet +done. He must notify the United States Government<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span> +of the presence of the derelict as a menace +to navigation. The <i>Caledonian</i> had lost all its +upper works and part of the hull had been consumed. +But the waves breaking over it as it +lurched from side to side had kept it from burning +to the water’s edge, and it now tossed about, +a helpless hulk right in the lane of ships. So +many vessels have been lost by coming in collision +with such floating wrecks at night, that the +Government maintains a special line of gunboats, +whose one duty is to search them out and blow +them up with dynamite. Bert gave the exact latitude +and longitude to the San Francisco operator, +who promised to forward it at once to the +Navy Department at Washington.</p> + +<p>Then, at last, Bert leaned back in his chair and +relaxed. The strain upon heart and nerve and +brain had been tremendous. But he had “stood +the gaff.” The first great test had been nobly +met. Cool, clever, self-reliant, he had not flinched +or wavered under the load of responsibility. The +emergency had challenged him and he had +mastered it. In this work, so new to him, he had +kept his courage and borne himself as a veteran +of the key.</p> + +<p>He patted the key affectionately. Good old +wireless! How many parts it had played that +night and how well! Telling first of pain and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span> +terror and begging for help; then cheerily sending +hope and comfort and promise of salvation. +Without it, the dawn would now be breaking on +two small boats and a flimsy raft, crowded with +miserable refugees and tossing up and down on +the gray waves that threatened to engulf. Now +they were safe, thank God, warm and snug and +secure, soon to be called to the abundant breakfast, +whose savory odors already assailed his nostrils. +And now the whole world knew of the disaster +and the rescue; and the machinery of the +Government was moving with reference to that +abandoned hulk; and a great ship was bounding +toward them over the trackless waste to meet at +a given place and time and take the survivors +back to country and home and friends and love +and life. It was wonderful, mysterious, unbelievable——</p> + +<p>A touch upon his shoulder roused him from his +reverie, and he looked up, to see the captain +standing beside him.</p> + +<p>“You’ve done great work this night, Wilson,” +he said, smiling gravely, “and I’ll see that the +owners hear of it. But now you must be dead +tired, and I want you to get your breakfast and +turn in for a while. I’ll get Howland, the wireless +man of the <i>Caledonian</i>, to hold things down +for a few hours, while you get a rest. I’ve told<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span> +the cook to get a bite ready for you and then I +want you to tumble in.”</p> + +<p>The “bite” resolved itself into a capacious +meal of steak and eggs, reinforced by fragrant +coffee, after which, obeying orders, he rolled into +his bunk and at once fell into deep and dreamless +sleep.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile, the ship awoke to the life of a +new day. The sun streamed down from cloudless +skies and a spanking breeze blew over the +quarter. The air was like wine and to breathe +it was an inspiration. The sea smiled and dimpled +as its myriad waves reflected back the glorious +light. The <i>Fearless</i> slipped through the long +swells as swiftly as a water sprite, “footing it +featly” on her road to Hawaii, the Paradise of +the Pacific. Everything spoke of life and buoyancy, +and the terrible events of the night before +might well have been a frightful nightmare from +which they had happily awakened.</p> + +<p>There were grim reminders, however, that it +had been more than a dream in the hurrying doctors, +the bandaged hands and faces, the haggard +features of the men and the semi-hysterical condition +of some of the women. But there had +been no death or mortal injury. The Red Death +had gazed upon them with its flaming eyes and +scorched them with its baleful breath, but they<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span> +had not been consumed. There were property +losses, but no wife had been snatched from her +husband, no mother wailed for her child. Under +the comforting influence of a hot breakfast, the +heartfelt sympathy of the passengers and the invigorating +air and sunshine, they gradually grew +more cheerful. After all, they were alive, +snatched by a miracle from a hideous death; and +how could or dared they complain of minor ills? +The tension relaxed as the hours wore on, and +by the time that Bert, after a most refreshing +sleep, appeared again on deck the scene was one +of animation and almost gaiety.</p> + +<p>Straight to the wireless room he went, to be +met on the threshold by Dick and Tom and +Ralph, who gathered around him in tumultuous +greeting.</p> + +<p>“Bully for you, old man,” cried Dick. “We +hear that you did yourself proud last night.”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” chimed in Ralph. “I wouldn’t dare +to tell you what Father says in a message I’ve +just received, or you’d have a swelled head, +sure.”</p> + +<p>“Nonsense,” answered Bert. “I simply did +what it was up to me to do. Good morning, Mr. +Howland,” he said, as the young fellow seated at +the key rose to greet him. “How are things +going?”</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span></p> + +<p>“Just jogging along,” answered Howland. +“I guess you cleaned up about everything before +you turned in. We’re getting beyond the shore +range, but I’ve been keeping in touch every hour +with the <i>Nippon</i>. The captain figures that we’ll +get together at about four this afternoon.”</p> + +<p>The former operator of the <i>Caledonian</i> was +a well set-up, clear-eyed young fellow, about the +age of Bert and his chums, and a liking sprang +up between them at once. With the recuperative +power of youth he had almost entirely recovered +from the events of the night before, although +his singed hair and eyebrows bore eloquent testimony +to the perils he had faced and so narrowly +escaped. He had stuck to his post until the blistering +heat had made life impossible in the wireless +room, and then had done yeoman’s work in +aiding the officers and crew to fight the fire and +maintain order among the passengers. The boys +listened with keenest interest, while he went over +in graphic style his personal experiences.</p> + +<p>“I can’t tell you how I felt when I got your +message,” he said, as he turned to Bert. “I had +about given up hope when your answer came. I +rushed at once to the captain and he passed the +word to the passengers and crew. It put new +heart and life into them all, and it was the only +thing that kept many from jumping into the sea<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span> +when the flames got so horribly near. But they +held on desperately, and when they saw your +rockets I wish you could have heard the cry that +went up. They knew then that it was only a +matter of minutes before your boats would be +under the stern. But it was fearfully close figuring,” +he went on, soberly. “You saw yourself +that fifteen minutes after the last boat pulled +away the whole stern was a mass of flames.”</p> + +<p>“Well,” said Bert, as he slipped on the receiver, +and took charge of the key, “it’s lucky +that I got your call just when I did. A little +later and I’d have been off duty.”</p> + +<p>“That reminds me,” broke in Ralph. “I sent +a message to Father to-day about that, urging +that you have an assistant to take charge when +you are at meals or in bed. I suggested, too, +that since Mr. Howland was here, he might be +willing to go on with us and act as your assistant. +He says he is agreeable if they want him +to, and I expect a wireless from Father to the +captain authorizing him to make the arrangement.”</p> + +<p>“I hope he will,” said Bert, warmly. “Accidents +have an awkward way of happening just +when they ought not to, and when one thinks of +the life and property at stake it certainly seems +that somebody should be on the job all the time.”</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span></p> + +<p>A little later the looked-for message came instructing +Captain Manning to engage Howland +as Bert’s deputy during the voyage. From now +on, there would not be one moment of the twenty-four +hours that someone would not be on watch +to send or receive, much to Bert’s relief and delight. +Now he could breathe freely and enjoy his +work, without any torturing fears of what might +have happened while he slept.</p> + +<p>By half-past three that afternoon the ships +were within twenty miles of each other. The +beautiful weather still continued and the sea was +as “calm as a millpond.” All were on the alert +to greet the oncoming steamer. Soon a dot appeared, +growing rapidly larger until it resolved +itself into a magnificent steamer, seven hundred +feet in length, with towering masts and deck piled +on deck, crowded with dense masses of people. +She made a stately picture as she came on until +a quarter of a mile from the <i>Fearless</i>. Then she +hove to and lowered her boats.</p> + +<p>With deep emotion and the warmest thanks, +the survivors bade their rescuers good-by and +were carried over to the <i>Nippon</i>, their third temporary +home within twenty-four hours. By the +time the last boat had unloaded and been swung +on board, dusk had fallen. The ships squared +away on their separate courses and the bells in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span> +the engine room signaled full speed ahead. +Handkerchiefs waved and whistles tooted as they +passed each other, and the white-coated band on +the upper deck of the <i>Nippon</i> played “Home +Again.” The electric lights were suddenly turned +on and the great ship glowed in beauty from +stem to stern. They watched her as she drew +swiftly away, until her gleaming lights became +tiny diamonds on the horizon’s rim and then +faded into the night.</p><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span></p> + + + + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_V" id="CHAPTER_V">CHAPTER V</a></h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">An Island Paradise</span></h3> + + +<p class="cap">“Land ho!” shouted the look-out from his +airy perch in the crow’s nest, and with +one accord the passengers of the <i>Fearless</i> rushed +on deck to catch the first glimpse of that wonderful +land they had all heard so much about. +Hawaii! What a vision of hill and plain, of +mountain and valley, of dangerous precipice and +treacherous canyon, of sandy beach and waving +palm, of radiant sunshine and brilliant moonlight, +the magic of that name evokes!</p> + +<p>“Gee, fellows, can you see anything that looks +like land?” Bert asked of his companions, as +they elbowed their way through the crowd to the +railing of the ship. “Oh, yes, there it is,” he +cried a moment later, pointing to a tiny spot on +the horizon, “but it looks as if it were hundreds +of miles away.”</p> + +<p>“It sure does,” Dick agreed. “If this atmosphere +were not so remarkably clear, we wouldn’t +be able to see it at all. It doesn’t matter how<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span> +far away it is, though, as long as it’s in sight. +For the last few days it has seemed to me that +we would never reach it,” and he gazed longingly +at the speck on the horizon that seemed to be +dissolving into two or three smaller parts that +became more distinct every moment.</p> + +<p>“Yes, I can’t wait to try the little old ‘Gray +Ghost’ on some of those swell Hawaiian roads. +Say, fellows, can’t you just imagine yourselves in +the old car; can’t you feel the throb of the motor +and the whistling of the wind in your ears as she +takes a steep hill with a ‘give me something +hard, won’t you’ air? Can’t you?” he demanded, +joyfully, while the boys thrilled at the +mere prospect.</p> + +<p>“You bet your life,” Tom agreed, enthusiastically. +“Make believe we won’t make things +hum in little old Hawaii, eh, fellows?” and they +all laughed from sheer delight.</p> + +<p>“Glad to find you in such good spirits this fine +morning, boys,” came a genial voice behind them +and the boys turned to find the doctor regarding +them with a good-natured smile on his friendly +face. “I don’t wonder you feel good at the prospect +of setting foot on solid ground again. For, +no matter how enjoyable and prosperous the voyage +may be, one is always glad to get on shore +and feel that he may come and go when he pleases<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span> +and is not at the mercy of the elements. I for +one will be glad when we cast anchor.”</p> + +<p>“I have always heard that Hawaii was one of +the most beautiful countries in the world, and I’ve +always wanted to see it,” said Bert. “What do +you think of it, Doctor? You must have been +here many times.”</p> + +<p>Dr. Hamilton took two or three long puffs of +his cigar before he answered, reflectively, “It +has always seemed to me that when Nature discovered +Hawaii she had some time on her hands +that she didn’t know what to do with, so she +spent it in making this obscure little group of +islands way out in the Pacific, the garden spot of +the world. Over those islands the wind never +blows too roughly or too coldly, the sun never +shines too brightly and there is no snow to blight +and kill the vegetation that warm rain and summer +sun have called forth. Over there the grass +is greener, the sky bluer and the scenery more +beautiful than it is in any other part of the world. +If you should take everything that you consider +beautiful, multiply it by one hundred and put +them in one small portion of the earth, you would +have some idea of what Hawaii is like.”</p> + +<p>The boys were struck by the outburst.</p> + +<p>“Hawaii is the doctor’s favorite hobby,” +Ralph said, in response to the look of astonishment<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span> +and wonder on the boys’ faces. “If he had +his way, he’d live here all the year round.”</p> + +<p>“That I would,” said the doctor, with a sigh, +“but my profession claims me first, last and all +the time. However,” he added, with his cheerful +smile, “I want you boys to make the most of +the few days we are to spend here, to have the +time of your lives. The only thing I ask of you +is that you don’t run the ‘Gray Ghost’ over the +side of a precipice or seek to inquire too closely +into the mysteries of the firepit, Halemaumau. +I’ll have to leave you, as I have some important +matters to attend to before I can enjoy the beauties +of Hawaii. Coming, Bert? Yes, I shouldn’t +wonder if we would be getting some wireless +messages very soon.”</p> + +<p>The three companions watched Bert and the +doctor until they disappeared down the companion-way +and then turned once more to the islands.</p> + +<p>After a moment of silence Tom said, “Say, if +Hawaii is all the doctor says it is, Ralph, we +ought to have some fun. Imagine driving the +machine along a precipice and visiting fire-pits +with outlandish names. What was it he called +it?”</p> + +<p>“Halemaumau,” Ralph answered. “It is a +jaw-breaker, isn’t it, but I’ve heard Dad talk so +much about Hawaiian wonders that I’ve got the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span> +name down pat. You see Halemaumau means +‘House of Everlasting Fire,’ and it’s the name of +the fire-pit of the crater, Kilauea. There, don’t +you think I’ve mastered the subject and learned +my lesson well?”</p> + +<p>“You have, indeed, my son,” Dick said, assuming +his best grandfatherly air. “If you continue +on the road you have begun you will make a success +of your life.”</p> + +<p>“Say, fellows,” Tom broke in. “Stop your +nonsense and look at what you’re coming to. I’m +beginning to think that Dr. Hamilton didn’t exaggerate, +after all. Just look at that line of beach +with the cliffs behind it, forming a dark background +for the white of the buildings. And what +are those funny, bobbing things in the water? I +suppose they must be boats of some sort, but they +don’t look like anything I ever saw.”</p> + +<p>“I guess they must be the boats of the native +money divers.”</p> + +<p>“Money divers!” Tom exclaimed. “Where +do they get the money?”</p> + +<p>“We give it to them,” said Dick. “I remember +reading about how passengers throw their +perfectly good money into the water just for the +fun of seeing those little grafters pick it up. A +waste of good money I call it.”</p> + +<p>“Gee, I’m going into the business,” Tom affirmed.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span> +“Just give me a diving costume and I +bet you couldn’t tell me from the natives.”</p> + +<p>“You needn’t count on annexing any of my +hard-earned cash, because you won’t get it. I’d +be more likely to throw a dynamite bomb in just +as you were getting ready to dive,” Dick said.</p> + +<p>“I know you would, you old skinflint. The +only thing is that you would be just as likely as +I to get blown up. I guess you left that out of +your calculations, didn’t you?”</p> + +<p>“What’s all this about dynamite bombs and +getting blown up?” Bert asked, coming up behind +them. “It sounds rather bloodthirsty.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, he’s just threatening my very valuable +life,” Tom answered, “but I forgive him, for +he’s not responsible for what he says. To change +the subject, what are you doing up here when you +ought to be taking down wireless messages?”</p> + +<p>“Oh, I’m off duty for a few days, now. I’m +glad of it, for, although I like nothing better +than taking down messages and sending them out, +it’s good to have a few days to explore this country +that the doctor has recommended so highly. +It sure does look promising.”</p> + +<p>By this time the <i>Fearless</i> had weighed anchor +and the boats were being let down to convey the +passengers to the shore. All around the ship +were the queer little craft of the natives, the occupants<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span> +on the alert to catch the first bit of money +thrown to them. They had not long to wait, for +soon small pieces of coin were being showered +down. As each piece fell into the water, the little +brown-skinned native boys would dive in after it +and catch it, with a deftness born of long experience, +before it reached the bottom. In spite of +the boys’ declared intentions not to waste their +“hard-earned and carefully-hoarded cash,” a few +pieces of that very same cash went to increase the +spoils of one especially active and dextrous young +native. No matter how hard they tried to be +prudent or how emphatically they declared that +“this would surely be the last bit of money that +that little rascal would get out of them,” another +coin would find its way into the eager hands of +the little dark-skinned tempter. There was a +very strong bond of fellowship between this small +native diving for money way off in the islands of +the Pacific and the strong, sturdy college boys +who had fought so gallantly on the diamond for +the glory of Alma Mater. It was the call of the +expert to the expert, the admiration of one who +has “done things” for the accomplishments of +another.</p> + +<p>However, the boys were not very sorry when +they reached the shore where they were beyond +temptation. Tom voiced the general sentiment<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span> +when he said, “Gee, if we hadn’t touched land +just as we did, I’d have had to telegraph home +to Dad for more money. They nearly broke +me.”</p> + +<p>While they were waiting for Ralph, who had +stayed behind to see that the “Gray Ghost” got +over safely on the raft rigged up for the purpose, +the comrades took a look around them. And +there was enough to occupy their attention for an +hour just in the country in the immediate neighborhood +of the harbor. All around them +swarmed the natives, big, powerful, good-natured +people, all with a smile of welcome on their dark +faces. Everywhere was bustle and life and activity.</p> + +<p>“I always thought that Hawaii was a slow sort +of place,” Dick said, “but it seems that I was +mistaken. This crowd rivals the business crush +on Fifth Avenue.”</p> + +<p>“It does that,” said Bert. “But just take a +glance at this scenery, my friends. Did you ever +see anything on Fifth Avenue that looked like +that?”</p> + +<p>“Well, hardly. But it’s the town that takes +my eye. Look at those quaint houses and the +big white building—I suppose it must be a hotel—towering +over them. And isn’t that a picture, +that avenue with the double border of palm trees?<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span> +We must explore that first thing when we get the +‘Gray Ghost.’ Say, I’m glad I came.”</p> + +<p>“So am I,” said Tom. “If it hadn’t been for +you, Bert, we shouldn’t any of us be here. Prof. +Gilbert didn’t know what a public benefactor he +was when he nominated you for the telegraphy +job. Say, isn’t that the car coming over now?” +he asked, pointing to a great raft that was heading +slowly for the dock.</p> + +<p>“It looks like it,” Bert replied. “Make believe +it won’t seem good to be in a car again. I’m +anxious to get my belongings up to one of the hotels, +too.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, I’m glad we decided to stay in a hotel +for the few days we are going to spend here. It +will be good to be able to eat our breakfast on +shore for a little while instead of on the briny +deep,” said Tom, who had not been altogether +free from occasional pangs of sea-sickness during +the voyage.</p> + +<p>By this time the raft had landed the car and +the other luggage. Ralph was beside his favorite, +looking it over from one end to the other to +see that everything was intact, while a crowd of +curious little urchins watched his every action. In +a moment our three fellows had joined him and +were busily engaged in trying to remedy an imaginary +fault. They finally gave this up as a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span> +hopeless task as the car was in absolutely perfect +condition.</p> + +<p>“I guess there’s nothing very much the matter +with the old car, eh, fellows?” said Ralph with +the pride of possession in his voice. “I shouldn’t +wonder if she could show the natives something +of the art of racing and hill-climbing. I bet she +is just as anxious as we are to try her speed on +that palm avenue there.”</p> + +<p>“Don’t let’s waste any time then,” Dick suggested. +“What’s the matter with piling our luggage +into the car and going right over to the hotel? +By the way,” he added, as a second thought, +“what hotel are we going to?”</p> + +<p>“Why, Dad told me that if we wanted to get +off the ship at Hawaii that the best place to put +up at would be the Seaside House,” said Ralph. +“He thinks that we can have more fun at a small +place than we could at one of the swell hotels.”</p> + +<p>“I agree with him there,” said Bert, “but do +you know the way?”</p> + +<p>“You just watch me,” said Ralph. “If I don’t +get you to the Seaside in ten minutes I give you +leave to hand me whatever you think I deserve in +the way of punishment. Come on, jump in, and +the little ‘Gray Ghost’ will have you and your +baggage at your destination before you know it.”</p> + +<p>So Tom and Dick jumped into the tonneau<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span> +with the luggage, while Bert took his seat beside +Ralph. Once more they were flying over the road +with the wind whistling in their ears to the tune +of the throbbing motor. Many nights they had +dreamed of it and many days they had talked of +it, but to really be there, to feel the mighty power +of that great man-made monster, to feel the exhilarated +blood come tingling into their faces with +the excitement of the race, ah, that was heaven +indeed.</p> + +<p>But all delightful things must come to an end +sometime and so, in the very midst of their enjoyment +the speed of the great car slackened and +they drew up before a building that looked like +an overgrown cottage with a sign in front, announcing +to all whom it might concern that this +was the “Seaside House.” It all looked very +comfortable and homelike, and even as they +stopped the host advanced to give them welcome.</p> + +<p>It took the boys a very short time to explain +that they had just come in on the <i>Fearless</i> and +only wanted accommodations for a very few days. +In less time than it takes to tell the machine was +taken around to the garage and the boys had been +shown up to two very comfortably furnished +rooms.</p> + +<p>“Doctor Hamilton expects to stay here, too,” +Ralph volunteered when they had finished exploring<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span> +their small domain, “but he won’t be able to +get here until late this evening. I promised to +take the car around for him at the dock about +nine o’clock. I suppose all you fellows will go +with me, won’t you?”</p> + +<p>“Surest thing you know,” Bert agreed. “I’m +glad that he’s going to be with us for he knows a +lot about the country and he’ll go with us on all +our expeditions. The Doctor’s a jolly good sort.”</p> + +<p>“He sure is that,” said Tom, and so, in the +course of time the Doctor arrived and was given +the room next to the boys. Just before they went +to sleep that night Bert called into Ralph, “Say, +Ralph, what do you love best in the world?” and +the answer came in three words, “The Gray +Ghost.”</p> + +<p>Next morning bright and early the boys, the +Doctor and the “Gray Ghost” started for a visit +to Halemaumau, the fire-pit of the crater, Kilauea. +The day was ideal for such a trip and the +party started off in high spirits. They rode for +miles through the most beautiful country they had +ever seen until, at last, they came to the foot of +the great crater. Only a very few minutes more +and they stood within a few yards of the edge of +that wonder of wonders, the fire-pit of Kilauea. +It is impossible to describe the grandeur of that +roaring, surging sea of fire, the tongues of flame<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span> +lapping one upon another like raging demons in +terrific conflict. It is the greatest wonder of Nature +ever given to man to witness.</p> + +<p>For a few seconds the boys could only stand in +amazement that such a thing could be. “If anybody +had told me,” said Bert, almost whispering +in his excitement, “a few months ago that I +would be standing here at the edge of the largest +living crater in the world, I would have thought +that either I was crazy or that they were. I never +could forget that sight if I lived forever.”</p> + +<p>“It sure is about the slickest little bit of Nature +that I ever came across,” Tom agreed. “If +all the scenery is like this we ought to spend four +years here instead of a measly four days. I’m +beginning to be as much interested in this place +as the Doctor is.”</p> + +<p>“The more you see of it the more you will love +it,” the Doctor prophesied. “If you would like +to we can take a ride across the island to-morrow. +It will be about a day’s journey, but I can show +you a great many points of interest as we go +along. What do you say?”</p> + +<p>The boys fell in with the plan very readily, and +so it was decided that the next morning they +would start early. With great reluctance and +many backward glances they finally tore themselves +away from Halemaumau and turned the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span> +“Gray Ghost” toward home. During the ride +they could talk of nothing else than the wonder +and the magnificent beauty of “The House of +Everlasting Fire.”</p> + +<p>Mile upon mile they rode with the sun filtering +through the trees in little golden patches on the +road before them, with the caress of the soft +breeze upon their faces and the song of the birds +in their ears.</p> + +<p>“I don’t wonder that you think Hawaii’s +about the nicest place on earth, Doctor,” Bert +said after a few minutes of silence. “I’m almost +beginning to agree with you.”</p> + +<p>And again the Doctor answered, “The more +you see of it the more you will love it.”</p><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span></p> + + + + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VI" id="CHAPTER_VI">CHAPTER VI</a></h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">The “Gray Ghost”</span></h3> + + +<p class="cap">The next morning after an early breakfast +the “Gray Ghost” was brought around in +front of the “Seaside” and the boys began to +look her over to make sure that she was in condition +for the day’s trip. They found that everything +was all right, so they began loading her with +baskets of delicious eatables that the host had +prepared for them. In a very short time all was +ready and Tom, Dick and Ralph piled in the tonneau, +while the Doctor took his seat beside Bert, +who was to drive that day. There had been some +discussion that morning as to whether Bert or +Ralph were to run the machine. Bert claimed +that as it was Ralph’s car it was his right and prerogative +to drive. But Ralph wouldn’t listen to +such an argument for a minute. For wasn’t Bert +his guest and wasn’t he there to give his guest a +good time, especially as he, Ralph, had driven the +car the day before? So after a time it had been +settled and Bert reluctantly took the wheel.</p> + +<p>But the reluctance didn’t last long, for, when he<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span> +found himself guiding the great car over the road, +the old feeling of exultation took possession of +him and the old wild desire to put on full speed +came surging over him. But Bert was never one +to give way to impulse when caution told him it +would be unwise, so he held his desire and, incidentally, +his machine well in check.</p> + +<p>“You said last night that you would tell us +about the hunt for sharks, Doctor Hamilton,” +Dick reminded him. “Won’t you tell us about +them, now?”</p> + +<p>“Why, yes, if you would like to hear about it,” +the Doctor consented. “These seas, as you probably +know, are full of sharks, and therefore are +very dangerous. The natives of Hawaii are not +the people to be terrorized, however, by any animal +on land or sea. So, after careful consideration, +they decided that, as long as they couldn’t +hope to exterminate the pests, the only thing for +them to do was to learn how to defend themselves +against them. So, when a man wanted to +go out into the deep, shark-infested waters he +would take with him a handy little dagger. Then, +instead of swimming for home and safety at the +first sign of a shark, he would wait boldly for the +creature to come near enough for a hand-to-hand +(or, rather, a fin-to-hand) conflict.”</p> + +<p>“Say, a man would have to have some nerve<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span> +to wait calmly while one of those cute, harmless +little animals came prancing up playfully to be +petted,” Tom broke in. “I’d rather be excused.”</p> + +<p>“It does take an immense amount of courage +to brave a shark, but I shouldn’t wonder if there +were thousands of people in the world who are +at this moment making greater sacrifices, performing +deeds that call for more real fortitude +and courage than these shark hunters ever dreamed +of. Only, you see we don’t know of those cases. +However, that’s neither here nor there. Well, +to get back to my story, when the shark nears the +man he turns on his back to grab him. Then +comes the crucial moment. Before the shark has +a chance to accomplish his purpose, the native +deftly buries the dagger up to the hilt in the +shark’s throat.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, but suppose the shark nabbed the hunter +before he had a chance to use his weapon,” Ralph +suggested.</p> + +<p>“It is very probable in that case that the hunter +would hunt no more sharks,” the Doctor laughed. +“However, that very rarely happens these days, +for the Hawaiians are trained to hunt as soon as +they leave the cradle, and are experts at the age +of nine or ten.”</p> + +<p>“I wouldn’t mind trying it myself,” Bert declared, +for, to him danger and excitement were<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span> +the very breath of life, “only I’d like to practice +up for a few years before I hung out my sign.”</p> + +<p>“Well, they went on killing the sharks by +means of a dagger for some time,” the Doctor +went on, “but one day some bright young native +discovered what seemed to him to be a much more +interesting and, at the same time, just as sure a +way of killing the shark. So one day he called +all his relatives and friends together and told +them to watch his new method. They all noticed +that, instead of the usual dagger, this youth carried +in his hand a pointed stick. ‘What good +will a sharp stick do?’ they all asked one another. +‘He surely cannot mean to kill the shark +with such a weapon,’ and they tried to persuade +him not to try anything so foolish. However, he +was not to be persuaded, so he started out with +his stick to fight the shark. He had not gone very +far before his eagerly watching friends on the +shore saw a fin rise above the water and knew +that the shark was near. With breathless interest +they watched the coming conflict. Nearer and +nearer came the shark until it was only a very few +yards from the daring hunter. Then in a flash +it was on its back and bearing down on its prey. +With the speed of lightning our hero reached +down the shark’s throat and wedged the pointed +stick right across it so that the shark couldn’t close<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span> +his wicked, gaping mouth. Of course, not being +able to shut his mouth he drowned there in his +native element. There is an instance of the irony +of fate, isn’t it?”</p> + +<p>“It surely is,” Dick answered. “But, Doctor, +is that really so or is it only a story?”</p> + +<p>“It’s the truth. The shark hunters use both +methods, the dagger and the sharp stick, but the +stick is the favorite.”</p> + +<p>So the morning was passed in interesting tale +and pleasant conversation, and they were all +amazed when the Doctor informed them that it +was half-past twelve. Soon afterward they came +to a cozy little inn with the sign “Welcome” over +the door painted in great gold letters on a black +background. At this hospitable place they stopped +for lunch.</p> + +<p>When this most important function of the day +was satisfactorily accomplished, they went for a +stroll on the beach, as they had about half an +hour to look around them before it was necessary +to start on their way once more.</p> + +<p>This part of the beach was perfectly protected +from the unwelcome visits of the sharks by the +large coral reefs, and the boys were surprised to +see the number of people that were enjoying their +afternoon dip.</p> + +<p>“Look at those fellows over there riding in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span> +on the breakers,” Tom cried, pointing to a group +of boys that looked as if they might be Americans. +“Will you please tell me what they think +they have on their feet?”</p> + +<p>“They look like snow shoes,” Bert said, “but +I never knew that you could use skees on the +water.”</p> + +<p>“They are really nothing more nor less than +snow shoes, but you see over here they have no +snow to use them on, so they make them do for +the water,” said the Doctor.</p> + +<p>“It’s a great stunt,” said Dick. “I wish we +had brought our bathing suits along, we could +take a try at it ourselves.”</p> + +<p>“If bathing suits are all you want,” Ralph +broke in, “I can soon get you them. This morning +I thought we might want them, so, at the last +minute, I ran back to get mine. While I was +there I discovered your suits all tied together with +a strap, so I brought them along, too. They are +under the seat in the tonneau.”</p> + +<p>“Bully for you, old fellow,” said Dick. “You +have a head on your shoulders, which is more than +I can say for myself.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, that’s fine. Now we can try our skill at +skeeing on the water. But, by the way, where +will we get the skees?”</p> + +<p>“They are not really skees; they’re only pieces<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span> +of wood pointed at one end,” the Doctor explained, +“and I think you will be able to get all +you want up at the inn.”</p> + +<p>“But you will come with us, too, won’t you?” +Bert asked. “It won’t be half as much fun if you +don’t.”</p> + +<p>“No, I don’t think that I’ll go in with you to-day. +I brought a little work along, and I thought +that if I got a minute I would try to do some of +it. You will only have a little while to stay anyway, +so go ahead and enjoy yourselves while you +may. I’ll tell you when time is up. I’ll go with +you as far as the house. You needn’t be afraid +that I’ll forget.”</p> + +<p>So, in a few minutes the boys were on the beach +once more, ready to try their luck on the skees. +They watched the group of fellows that had at +first caught their attention until they thought that +they knew pretty well what to do. When they +fancied they could safely venture they waded out +until the water was about to their waists. Then, +resting the long board on the water, they tried +their best to mount it, as they had seen the other +fellows do. But they would just get the board +placed nicely with its point toward the shore, +when a wave would come along and carry it out +from under their feet.</p> + +<p>They had very nearly given it up in despair<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span> +when one of the fellows from the other group +came over and spoke to them.</p> + +<p>“Is this your first try at the surf boards?” he +asked, and they knew from the very tone of his +voice that he was what they had thought him, an +American. “We saw you were having trouble, +and we thought you wouldn’t mind if we gave you +a few pointers. It’s hard to do at first, but when +you once catch on it’s a cinch.”</p> + +<p>“We would be very much obliged if you would +show us how to manage them,” Bert replied. “I +thought that I had tried pretty nearly every kind +of water trick, but this is a new one on me.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, we can’t seem to get the hang of it,” +Tom added. “How do you stay on the thing +when you once get there?”</p> + +<p>So our boys and the others soon became very +well acquainted, and it wasn’t very long before +they were doing as well as the strangers. All too +soon they saw the Doctor coming down the beach +toward them, and they knew that the time was +up. They bade good-bye to their new found +friends and hurried up to the inn to get ready for +the rest of the journey. For the whole afternoon +they rode through scenes of the most striking +beauty and grandeur.</p> + +<p>They went through the historic valley of Nuuanu, +where the great battle was waged by Kamehameha<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span> +the Great, sometimes called the Napoleon +of the Pacific. They followed the scene of that +terrible struggle until they came to the precipice +over which the Oahu army of more than three +thousand men had been forced to a swift death +on the rocks below.</p> + +<p>When they reached the hotel at which they had +expected to stay for the night, they found a telegram +waiting for them. Doctor Hamilton opened +it and read, “Come at once. Ship sails to-morrow +morning, nine o’clock.”</p> + +<p>“That means,” said the Doctor, “that we will +have to start for the <i>Fearless</i> as soon as we can +get a bite to eat.”</p> + +<p>So start they did, and it took hard riding nearly +the whole night to get them to the ship in time. +After they had settled with the landlord of the +Seaside House and had hustled their belongings +into the car, they started for the dock and found +that they were just in the nick of time.</p> + +<p>As Bert turned from his companions toward +the operating room to take down any last messages +that Hawaii might want to send, he said +with a sigh, “I’m sorry that we had to leave +sooner than we expected, but as long as we had +to—say, fellows, wasn’t that ride great?”</p><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span></p> + + + + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VII" id="CHAPTER_VII">CHAPTER VII</a></h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">A Swim for Life</span></h3> + + +<p class="cap">It was a hot day, even for the tropics, and +everybody felt the heat intensely. Awnings +had been stretched over the deck, and under their +inviting shade the passengers tried to find relief +from the burning sun, but with little success. A +slight accident to the machinery had caused the +ship to heave to, so that they were deprived of +the artificial breeze caused by the vessel’s motion. +The oppressive heat rivaled anything the boys +had ever felt, and for once even their effervescent +spirits flagged. They lolled about the deck +in listless attitudes, and were even too hot to cut +up the usual “monkeyshines” that gave the passengers +many a hearty laugh. Dick looked longingly +at the green, cool-appearing water, that +heaved slowly and rhythmically, like some vast +monster asleep.</p> + +<p>“Make out it wouldn’t feel good to dive in +there, and have a good, long swim,” he exclaimed, +in a wistful voice. “Just think of wallowing +around in that cool ocean, and feeling as though<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span> +you weren’t about to melt and become a grease +spot at any moment. Gee, I’d give anything I +own to be able to jump in right now.”</p> + +<p>“Go ahead,” grinned Bert, “only don’t be surprised +if we fish you out minus a leg or two. +Those two sharks that have been following the +ship for the last week would welcome you as a +very agreeable addition to their bill of fare.”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” chimed in Ralph, “and that’s not the +only thing, either. I’ve felt sorry for those poor +old sharks for quite a while. Here they follow +our ship around for a week, hoping that somebody +will fall overboard and furnish them a +square meal, and then everybody disappoints +them. I call it pretty mean conduct.”</p> + +<p>“That’s my idea exactly,” agreed Bert, “and +I think it would only be doing the gentlemanly +thing for Dick to volunteer. You won’t disappoint +your friends on a little point like that, will +you, Dick?”</p> + +<p>“No, certainly not,” responded Dick, scornfully. +“Just ring the dinner bell, so that the +sharks will be sure not to miss me, and I’ll jump +in any time you say. Nothing I can think of would +give me greater pleasure.”</p> + +<p>“Well, on second thought,” laughed Bert, “I +think we’d better save you a little while, and fatten +you up. I’m afraid you haven’t got fat<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span> +enough on you at present to give entire satisfaction. +We might as well do this thing up right, +you know.”</p> + +<p>“O, sure, anything to oblige,” grunted Dick. +“Just dispose of me any way you think best. Naturally, +the subject has little interest for me.”</p> + +<p>“Aw, you’re selfish, Dick, that’s what’s the +matter with you,” said Ralph. “I’d be willing to +bet any money that you’re thinking more of yourself +than you are of those two poor, hungry fish. +Gee, I’m glad I’m not like that.”</p> + +<p>“All right, then,” responded Dick, quickly, +“as long as you feel that way, and I don’t, why +don’t you serve yourself up to the suffering sharks? +Besides, you’re fatter than I am.”</p> + +<p>Apparently Ralph could think of no satisfactory +answer to this profound remark and so +changed the subject.</p> + +<p>“Well,” he exclaimed, “all this doesn’t get us +any nearer to a good swim. I wish this were one +of the steamships I was on not long since.”</p> + +<p>“Why, how was that?” inquired Bert.</p> + +<p>“Well, on that ship they had a regular swimming +tank on board. Of course, it wasn’t a very +big one, but it was plenty large enough to give a +person a good swim. Gee, I used to just about +live in that tank on a day like this.”</p> + +<p>“I suppose that was what you might call a tank<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span> +steamer, wasn’t it?” said Bert, and his remark +raised a general laugh.</p> + +<p>But now an elderly man among the passengers, +who up to now had listened to the boys’ conversation +with a smile on his face, but had not spoken, +said, “Why don’t you ask the captain to rig up +the swimming nets? I’m sure he would be willing +to do it for you, if you asked him in the right +way.”</p> + +<p>“Swimming nets!” exclaimed Dick, “what’s a +swimming net?”</p> + +<p>“Why, it’s simply a sort of a cage that they +rig up alongside the ship, and anybody that wants +to can swim to their heart’s content inside it. The +net keeps sharks out, and makes it safe.”</p> + +<p>“Say, that would certainly be great,” exclaimed +Ralph. “Come along, fellows, and we’ll see if +we can’t persuade the captain to fix us up. The +idea of a good swim certainly hits me where I +live.”</p> + +<p>The rest were nothing loath, and they jumped +to their feet and rushed off in search of Captain +Manning. He was soon found, and listened smilingly +to Ralph, who acted as spokesman for the +others.</p> + +<p>“I guess we can arrange that, all right,” he +said, after Ralph had finished. “It will be at +least two hours before our repairs are finished.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span> +Between you and me, I’d like to jump in myself,” +he added, regretfully.</p> + +<p>He gave orders accordingly, and the crew soon +had the netting rigged. Before they had finished, +news of what was going on had flown through the +ship. All who felt so disposed or had bathing +paraphernalia with them, appeared on deck attired +for a dip. Needless to say, Bert, Dick, and +Ralph were among the first to put in an appearance, +and great was their impatience while the +crew were putting the finishing touches to the +“cage.” While they were waiting, Ralph said, +“Look at that, fellows. Those two sharks that +we were talking about a little while ago have disappeared. +I guess they must have overheard our +conversation, and given us up for a bad job.”</p> + +<p>“They’re certainly not in sight, at any rate,” +said Dick. “However, I think I shall manage to +control my grief at their desertion.”</p> + +<p>“It always gave me a creepy feeling,” said the +passenger who had first suggested the swimming +nets, “they hung on so persistently, just as though +they felt sure that their patience would be rewarded +some time. It seemed uncanny, somehow.”</p> + +<p>“It certainly did,” agreed another. “I guess +they’re gone for good, this time, though.”</p> + +<p>This seemed to be the general opinion among<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span> +the crew, also, and the boys felt relieved in spite +of themselves, for swimming in close proximity +to a couple of hungry sharks, even when separated +from them by a net, is not a particularly cheerful +experience.</p> + +<p>Soon everything was ready, and the swimmers +descended the steps let down alongside the ship, +and plunged into the water. It was very warm, +but a good deal cooler than the air, and you may +be sure it felt good to the overheated passengers. +Bert and Ralph were expert swimmers, and dove +and swam in a manner to bring applause from the +passengers up above. Dick was not such a very +good swimmer, having had little experience in the +water. He enjoyed the dip none the less on this +account, however, and if he could not swim as +well as the others, at least made quite as much +noise as they.</p> + +<p>After half an hour or so of this the boys ascended +to the deck to rest a little before continuing +their aquatic exercises.</p> + +<p>“My, but that felt good, and no mistake,” said +Bert.</p> + +<p>“It sure did,” agreed Ralph. “The only objection +I can find is that you can’t swim far enough +in any one direction. I like to have enough space +to let me work up a little speed. I’ve half a mind +to take a chance and dive off here outside the net.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span> +There’s no sign of those pesky sharks around +now. I’m going to take a chance, anyhow,” and +before anybody had a chance to stop him he had +made a pretty dive over the side. He struck the +water with scarcely a splash, and in a few seconds +rose to the surface and shook the water out of +his eyes. Bert yelled at him to come back on +board, but he only shook his head and laughed.</p> + +<p>Then he struck out away from the ship with +bold, rapid strokes, and soon had placed a considerable +distance between himself and the vessel. +Bert and the others watched his progress with +anxious eyes.</p> + +<p>“The young fool,” growled one of the passengers, +“hasn’t he got any more sense than to do a +thing like that? Those sharks are likely to show +up any minute. They don’t usually give up so +quickly, once they’ve started to follow a ship.”</p> + +<p>It seemed, however, as though Ralph would +experience no bad results from his rash act. He +had swum several hundred yards from the vessel, +and had turned to come back, when a cry went up +from one of the women passengers.</p> + +<p>“Look! Look!” she screamed, and pointed +wildly with her parasol. All eyes followed its direction, +and more than one man turned white as +he looked. For there, not more than five hundred +feet from the swimmer, a black fin was cutting<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span> +the water like a knife-blade. It was not +headed directly for Ralph, however, but was going +first in one direction, then in another, showing +that the shark had not yet definitely located +his prey.</p> + +<p>A few seconds later a second fin appeared, and +there was little doubt in the minds of all that +these were the two sharks that had followed the +ship for the last few days.</p> + +<p>In the meantime, Ralph had drawn nearer the +ship, but was swimming in a leisurely fashion, +and evidently had no inkling of the deadly peril +that threatened him. Bert was about to yell to +him and point out his danger, when he thought +better of it.</p> + +<p>“If he knew those two sharks were on his +trail,” he said in a strained voice to Tom, “he +might get frightened and be unable to swim at all. +I think we had better leave him alone and hope +that he gets to the ship before the sharks locate +him.”</p> + +<p>“Let’s go after him in a boat,” suggested one +of the sailors, excitedly, and this was no sooner +said than done. Without even waiting for orders +from the captain, several of the crew started to +launch a boat, but it became evident that this +could be of no avail. For at that moment the +two searching fins suddenly stopped dead for a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span> +second, and then started straight for the unconscious +swimmer.</p> + +<p>A cry went up from the passengers, which +reached Ralph’s ears. He glanced behind him, +and for a second seemed paralyzed at what he +saw. Bert yelled wildly. “Swim for your life, +Ralph,” he shrieked. “Here,” turning to the sailors, +“get a long rope, and stand by. We’ll need +it when he gets near the ship.”</p> + +<p>Now Ralph had recovered from his panic to +some extent, and struck out as he had never done +before. At every stroke he fairly leaped through +the water, but the two black fins overhauled him +with lightning-like rapidity. Closer and closer +they came, and still the swimmer was a good forty +or fifty yards from the ship. Now he started a +fast crawl stroke, and it was a lucky thing for him +that day that he was an expert swimmer.</p> + +<p>He was soon almost under the ship’s side, and +one of the sailors threw the rope previously secured +in his direction. Ralph grasped it with a +despairing grip, but now the two fins were terribly +close, and approaching at express train speed. A +dozen willing hands grasped the rope, and just +as the two man-eaters were within ten feet of him +the exhausted swimmer was swung bodily out of +the water. There was a swish alongside, two +great white streaks flashed by, and the passengers<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span> +caught a glimpse of two horrible, saw-like +rows of gleaming teeth. Then Ralph was drawn +up on a level with the rail, and strong hands +pulled him safely inboard.</p> + +<p>No sooner did he realize that he was safe, +than he collapsed, and it was some time before he +recovered from the strain. When he was once +more himself, he grinned weakly at Bert. “Next +time I’ll follow your advice,” he said.</p> + +<p>“Oh, well, ‘all’s well that ends well,’” quoted +Bert. “Just the same, it was more than you deserved +to have us work ourselves to death a hot +day like this trying to keep you from doing the +Jonah act. It would have served you right if +we had let the shark take a bite or two.”</p> + +<p>“Sorry to have troubled you, I’m sure,” retorted +Ralph. “But say, fellows, just as soon as +I can get enough nerve back to think, I’m going +to dope out some way of getting even with those +man-eaters. I’ll be hanged if I’m going to let +even a shark think he can try to make hash of me +and get away with it. In the meantime, you and +Tom might set your giant intellects to work and +see if you can think of a plan.”</p> + +<p>A sailor had overheard this, and now he +touched his cap, and said:</p> + +<p>“Excuse me for buttin’ in, but I think me and +my mates here can fix up those sharks for you,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span> +if the captain’s willin’. On a bark I sailed in +once we caught a shark that had been annoyin’ us +like these has, just like you’d catch a fish. We +baited a big hook, and pulled him in with the donkey +engine. If the captain ain’t got no objections, +I don’t see why we couldn’s sarve these lubbers +the same trick.”</p> + +<p>This idea met with instant approval, and Captain +Manning was soon besieged by a fire of entreaty. +At first he seemed inclined to say no, but +when he found that the majority of the passengers +were in favor of capturing the sharks, he +gave a reluctant consent.</p> + +<p>The sailors grinned in happy anticipation of a +good time, and set about their preparations with +a will, while an interested group that surrounded +them watched the development of their scheme +with intense interest.</p><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span></p> + + + + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VIII" id="CHAPTER_VIII">CHAPTER VIII</a></h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">The Captured Shark</span></h3> + + +<p class="cap">The species of shark that inhabits tropical +waters is very voracious, and will eat almost +anything that has the smell or taste of food +about it. Therefore, the sailors were troubled +by no fears that the bait they were preparing +would not prove tempting enough.</p> + +<p>The cook had provided them with a huge slab +of salt pork, and then the problem arose as to +what they could use as a hook. Finally, however, +one of the sailors unearthed a large iron hook, +such as is used on cranes and other hoisting machinery. +The point of this was filed down until it +was sharp as a needle, and the big piece of meat +was impaled on it.</p> + +<p>“That ought to hook one of them blarsted +man-hunters,” remarked one grizzled old sea +dog, who was known to his companions as “Sam,” +and apparently had no other name. “If that hook +once gets caught in his gizzard, we’ll have him on +board unless the rope breaks, won’t we mates?”</p> + +<p>“Aye, aye. That we will,” came in a gruff<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span> +chorus from the bronzed and hardy crew, and +matters began to look dark for the unconscious +sharks.</p> + +<p>When the meat had been securely tied to the +hook, the big crane used to store the cargo in the +hold was brought into use, and the hook made +fast to the end of the strong wire cable.</p> + +<p>“Gee,” said Tom, who had been regarding +these preparations with a good deal of interest, +as indeed had everybody on deck, “I begin to see +the finish of one of those beasts, anyway. I can +see where we have shark meat hash for the rest +of this voyage, if the cook ever gets hold of him.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, they’re not such bad eating, at that,” said +Ralph. “Why, when once in a while one becomes +stranded on the beach and the natives get +hold of him, they have a regular feast day. Everybody +for miles around is notified, and they troop +to the scene of festivities by the dozen. Then +they build fires, cut up the shark, and make a bluff +at cooking the meat before they start to eat it. +But you can hardly call it eating. They fairly +gorge it, and sometimes eat steadily a whole day, +or at any rate until the shark is all gone but his +bones. Then they go to bed and sleep off the results +of their feed. They don’t need anything else +to eat for some days.”</p> + +<p>“Heavens, I shouldn’t think they would, after<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span> +that,” laughed Bert. “I think if I ate a whole +day without stopping it would end my worldly career +at once. Subsequent events wouldn’t have +much interest for me.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, well,” said Dick, in a whimsical tone, “I +suppose they think if they did die, they would at +least have died happy.”</p> + +<p>“And full,” supplemented Bert.</p> + +<p>“Oh, that’s the same thing with them,” laughed +Ralph. “That’s their idea of paradise, I guess. +They’re always happy when they have enough to +eat, anyway.”</p> + +<p>“Well, that’s the way with all of us, isn’t it?” +asked Dick. “You’re never very happy when +you’re hungry, I know that.”</p> + +<p>“But there’s a shark not very far from here +that’s not going to be very happy when he’s eaten +a square meal that we’re going to provide him,” +laughed Bert, and the others agreed with him.</p> + +<p>By this time everything was ready for the +catching of at least one of the sharks, and steam +was turned into the engine operating the crane. +The machine proved to be in first-class condition, +and so the baited hook was carried to the side and +slowly eased into the water. An empty cask had +previously been tied to it, however, to act as a +float, and all eyes were fastened eagerly on this. +It drifted slowly away from the ship’s side, as<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span> +the cable was paid out, and was checked when it +had reached a distance of perhaps a hundred and +fifty feet from the vessel.</p> + +<p>The sailors had armed themselves with axes +and clubs, and waited expectantly for the disturbance +around the cask that would show when the +monster had been hooked.</p> + +<p>For some time, however, the cask floated serenely, +without even a ripple disturbing it. Many +were the disappointed grumblings heard among +passengers and crew, but the confidence of old +Sam was not shaken.</p> + +<p>“Give him time, give him time!” he exclaimed. +“You don’t expect him to come up and swally the +bait right on scratch, like as though he was paid +to do it, do ye? Have a little patience about ye, +why don’t ye? Bein’ disappointed in takin’ a nip +out of the lad, there, them sharks will hang +around, hoping for another chanst, never fear. +Time ain’t money with them fellers.”</p> + +<p>The words were scarcely out of his mouth +when the cask disappeared in a whirl of foam, +and a cheer arose from the spectators. The steel +cable whipped up out of the water, and sprang +taut as a fiddle string. The big crane groaned as +the terrific strain came upon it.</p> + +<p>“Say, but that must be a big fellow,” exclaimed +Bert, in an excited voice. “Just look at that cable,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span> +will you. It takes some pull to straighten it +out like that."</p> + +<p>But now the shark, seeming to realize that he +could not get away by pulling in one direction, +suddenly ceased his efforts, and the cable slackened. +Captain Manning gave the signal to the +engineer to start winding in the cable, but hardly +had the drum of the crane started to revolve, +when the shark made a great circular sweep in a +line almost parallel with the ship. The cable +sang as it whipped through the water in a great +arc, and the whole ship vibrated to the terrific +strain.</p> + +<p>But the great fish was powerless against the +invincible strength of steam, and was slowly +drawn to the ship as revolution after revolution +of the inexorable engine drew in the cable. Leaning +breathlessly over the side, the passengers and +crew could gradually make out the shape of the +struggling, lashing monster as he was drawn up +to the ship’s side. He made short dashes this +way and that in a desperate effort to break away, +but all to no purpose. When he was right under +the ship’s side, but still in the water, the captain +ordered the engine stopped, and requested the +passengers to retire to a safe distance. Bert, +Dick, and Ralph pleaded hard to be allowed to +take a hand in dispatching the monster, but Captain +Manning was inexorable, and they were<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span> +forced to withdraw from the scene of the coming +struggle.</p> + +<p>The crew grasped their weapons firmly, and as +one put it, “cleared for action.”</p> + +<p>Then the signal was given to resume hoisting +the big fish aboard, and once more the crane +started winding up the cable. Slowly, writhing +and twisting, the shark was hauled up the side. +He dealt the ship great blows with his tail, any +one of which would have been sufficient to kill a +man. His smooth, wet body gleamed in the +sun’s rays, and his wicked jaws snapped viciously, +reminding the spectators of the teeth of some +great trap. All his struggles were in vain, however, +and finally, with one great “flop” he landed +on the deck.</p> + +<p>He lashed out viciously with his powerful tail, +and it would have been an ill day for any member +of the crew that inadvertently got in its path. +Needless to say, they were very careful to avoid +this, and dodged quickly in and out, dealing the +monster heavy blows whenever the opportunity +offered. Slowly his struggles grew less strong, +and at last he lay quite still, with only an occasional +quiver of his great carcass. Then old Sam +stepped quickly in, and delivered the “coup de +grace” in the form of a stunning blow at the base +of the shark’s skull.</p> + +<p>This was the finishing blow, and soon the passengers<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span> +were allowed to gather around and inspect +the dead monster. A tape-measure was +produced, and it was found that the shark was +exactly twelve feet and seven inches long.</p> + +<p>“Why,” remarked Dick, “you’d have been +nothing but an appetizer to this fellow, if he had +caught you, Ralph. He sure is some shark.”</p> + +<p>“Well, I won’t contradict you,” said Ralph, +“but I don’t think this shark was the same one +that chased me. Why, it seems to me that that +fellow was nothing but teeth. That’s all I remember +noticing, at any rate.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, but this rascal seems to have quite a +dental outfit,” said Dick. “Just think what it +must be to a shark if he starts to get a toothache +in several teeth at once. It must be awful.”</p> + +<p>“I’m certainly glad our teeth aren’t quite as +numerous,” laughed Bert. “Just think of having +to have a set of false teeth made. A person would +have to work about all his lifetime to pay for a set +like that.”</p> + +<p>“It would be fine for the dentists, though,” remarked +Ralph, but then he added, “I wonder +what they’re going to do with this fellow, now +that they’ve caught him.”</p> + +<p>“Throw him overboard, I suppose,” said Bert. +“I don’t think he’s of much use to us, seeing that +we’re not like the savages Ralph was telling us +about.”</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span></p> + +<p>And that is just about what they did do. First, +however, the sailors secured a number of the +shark’s teeth, and these were distributed among +the passengers as souvenirs. Then the great carcass +was hoisted up until it dangled over the water, +and the hook was cut out. The dead monster +struck the water with a splash, and slowly sank +from view.</p> + +<p>“Well, Ralph, now you’ve had your revenge, +anyway,” said Bert. “I don’t think there’s much +doubt that that was one of the pair that came so +near to ending your promising career. He looked +to be about the same size as the one that almost +had you when we hauled you out.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, I guess it’s the same one, all right,” +agreed Ralph, “and I owe everyone a vote of +thanks, I guess. I hope I never come quite so +near a violent death again. It was surely a case +of nip and tuck.”</p> + +<p>The crew now set to work to clear up the mess +that had been made on the deck, and soon all mementoes +of the bloody struggle were removed. +Shortly afterward the chief engineer reported +that the break in the machinery had been repaired, +and it was not very long before the ship renewed +its interrupted voyage.</p> + +<p>At the dinner table that night little else was +spoken of, and Ralph was congratulated many +times on his lucky escape.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span></p> + +<p>And one of the passengers voiced the general +sentiment, when he said with a smile that “he +was satisfied if the ship broke down often, provided +they always had as exciting an experience +as they had had to-day.”</p><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span></p> + + + + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IX" id="CHAPTER_IX">CHAPTER IX</a></h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">In the Heart of the Typhoon</span></h3> + + +<p class="cap">Over the quiet ocean so calm that, except for +an occasional swelling foam-tipped wave it +seemed like a sea of glass, the noon-day sun +poured its golden light. It was a perfect day at +sea, and so thought the passengers on board the +swift ocean greyhound that plowed its way +through the quiet waters of the Pacific.</p> + +<p>A stately ship was she, a palace upon the waves. +No deprivation here of any comfort or luxury +that could be found on land. Her shining brass +work gleamed in the sunshine like molten gold. +The delicate colors in her paneling blended with +the tints of the soft rugs on her polished floors. +On deck, in the saloons, and staterooms, all was +luxury. Gay groups of passengers, richly dressed, +paraded her decks or lay at ease in their steamer +chairs, or upon the softly-upholstered couches and +divans of her gorgeous saloons. Japanese servants +glided noiselessly to and fro, ministering to +the slightest wish of these favored children of +fortune. Everywhere were signs of wealth and +ease and careless gaiety. Sounds of music and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span> +merry laughter floated over the quiet waters. +Pain, fear, suffering, disaster, danger, death,—what +had such words as these to do with this +merry company? If anyone had mentioned the +possibility of peril, of calamity, the idea would +have been scouted. Why, this great ship was as +safe as any building on land. Was it not fitted +with water-tight compartments? Even such an +unlikely thing as a collision could bring no fatal +catastrophe.</p> + +<p>That this feeling of absolute security is felt by +all can be very plainly seen. Go to the perfectly +appointed smoking-room and scan the faces of +the gentlemen, quietly smoking and reading, or +talking in friendly fashion together, or enjoying +a game of cards. Every face is serene.</p> + +<p>Pass on into the music-room. A waltz is being +played by the piano and violin, and gay couples +of young people are enjoying the dance to the utmost. +Groups of interested older people look on +with smiles. No anxiety here. Nothing but +happy, care-free faces.</p> + +<p>But come into the captain’s private cabin where +he is standing, listening earnestly to one of his +officers. Perfect appointments here also, but evidently +they do not appeal to these men at this moment. +No smiles of gaiety here. The captain’s +face pales as he listens to his officer’s words.</p> + +<p>“The barometer has fallen several inches in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span> +the last hour and a half,” was the announcement. +Not enough in this, one may think, to cause anxiety. +But the captain knew and realized, as few +on board beside himself could, that the ship was +nearing the coast of Japan, the latitude most frequently +visited by the dreaded typhoon, and also +that this mid-summer season was the most dangerous +time of the year.</p> + +<p>Among the first signs of danger from one of +these terrible visitors is an unusually rapid fall of +the barometer. No wonder that, with the responsibility +of the lives and safety of hundreds of people +resting upon him, his face should blanch with +apprehension.</p> + +<p>Verifying his officer’s statement by a quick look +at the barometer, he went hastily on deck. Here +his quick eye noticed the change in weather conditions; +not very great as yet, only a slight cloudiness +which dimmed the brightness of the sun. Not +enough to trouble the passengers who, if they noticed +it at all, were only conscious of an added +sense of comfort in the softening of the almost too +brilliant sunshine, but enough to deepen the pallor +of the captain’s face and quicken his pulse with +the realization of a great, impending danger. +Even as he looked the heavens began still more to +darken, the clouds increased in size and blackness +and began to move wildly across the sky. The +wind freshened and the quiet sea broke into billows<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span> +which grew larger and more angry-looking +each passing moment.</p> + +<p>Taking his stand on the bridge, the captain +summoned all his officers to him and gave quick, +decisive orders. With the rapidity of lightning +his orders are executed and soon everything is +made snug. Every possible measure is taken to +safeguard the ship.</p> + +<p>But, now it was evident to all that more than +an ordinary storm threatened them. In an almost +incredibly short time the whole aspect of sky +and sea had changed. The surface of the ocean +was lashed into mountainous waves which raced +before the terrible wind. The heavens darkened +until an almost midnight blackness settled down +over the appalled voyagers.</p> + +<p>Vanished are the sounds of music and laughter. +Gone the happy, care-free look from the faces. +Filled with terror, they awaited they knew not +what. The wind increased, and now the heavens +opened and the rain came in such a torrential +downpour that it seemed almost as if the great, +staunch ship would be beaten beneath the waves.</p> + +<p>With a feeling of agonized despair, the captain +realized that that which he so feared had come +upon the vessel, and that she was in the grasp of +the dreaded typhoon. The darkness thickened, +the wind increased, and suddenly they felt themselves +caught in a great wave which tossed the +ship about like a child’s toy. Back and forth<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span> +twisted the great ship, completely at the mercy of +this remorseless wind and sea.</p> + +<p>Thunderous crashing was heard as the upper +works of the ship were torn away by the gigantic +waves that washed over her. The passengers +were panic-stricken and rushed wildly about, seeking +those who were dear to them, their cries and +groans drowned in the roaring of tumultuous +seas. The captain, calm and self-controlled in +the midst of this terrible scene, went about among +them, restraining, soothing, speaking words of encouragement +and hope, but in his heart he had no +hope. A fireman rushed up with the report that +the engine-rooms were flooded and the fires out; +and then, with blows that made the great ship +tremble, part of timbers were torn away by the +great seas which made no more of iron girders or +sheets of riveted steel than if they were strips of +cardboard. The sea rushed in from more than +one jagged opening in her side.</p> + +<p>Now at last, the captain realized that his splendid +ship was doomed. The great vessel was +slowly sinking. One hour, a little more, a little +less, would see the end. And, to make their doom +more certain, he could not launch a single life-boat +for they had all been shattered and washed +away by the sea. There is but one hope left, and +quickly ascertaining that the wireless is still O. K., +the captain orders the call for help. For who can +tell at what moment the apparatus might be disabled?<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span> +Eagerly the operator bends above his +key and forth across the angry waves, defying the +forces of wind and wave and torrent that have +sought to cut them off from all succor, goes that +pitiful cry for help.</p> + +<p>With every nerve strained to the utmost tension +he awaits the response that will assure him +that his call is heard and that help is coming; but, +before his ear can catch the welcome signal a flash, +a whirring and snapping, tells him that the apparatus +has gone dead! They must wait for the +weary danger-fraught moments to bring them +the knowledge. Thank God the cry for help was +sent in time. There is a chance of its reaching +some ship near enough to rescue them; but near +indeed that ship must be or she will bring help too +late.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>Twenty miles away the good ship <i>Fearless</i> +plows through mountainous billows that, breaking, +drench her decks with spray.</p> + +<p>In his wireless room Bert is sitting with his receiver +at his ear on the alert for any message. +His three chums are with him as usual, Tom and +Ralph sitting in a favorite attitude with arms +across the back of a chair in front of them, while +Dick walked excitedly up and down the room. +Quite a difficult task he found that for the ship +was rolling considerably. As he walked he talked.</p> + +<p>“Well, fellows,” he was saying, “I have always<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span> +wanted to see a genuine storm at sea, and +to-day I think I’ve seen it.”</p> + +<p>“It seems to me that you’ve seen a great deal +more storm to-day than you longed for or ever +care to see again,” Tom commented.</p> + +<p>“You’re just right there,” Dick agreed. “It +would be all right if you could watch the storm +without sharing the danger. There was one time +this afternoon when I thought it was certainly all +over with us.”</p> + +<p>“It sure did look that way, and I guess Captain +Manning thought so, too,” Tom said.</p> + +<p>“It was a lucky thing for the <i>Fearless</i>,” Ralph +broke in, “that the storm didn’t last long. If it +had kept on much longer we shouldn’t be here +talking about it now.”</p> + +<p>“But wasn’t Captain Manning fine through it +all?” said Bert.</p> + +<p>They were all feeling the effects of one of the +most thrilling experiences of their lives.</p> + +<p>The <i>Fearless</i>, fortunate in not being in the direct +course of the typhoon, had felt its force sufficiently +to place her in great danger and to make +every man Jack of her crew do his duty in a desperate +effort to keep his ship from going to the +bottom. That they had come through safely with +no greater damage than the washing away of her +life-boats was largely due to Captain Manning’s +strength and courage, and the young fellows were +filled with admiration. Each in his heart had resolved<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span> +to prove himself as brave if a time of trial +should come to him.</p> + +<p>With this thought in mind they had sat very +quietly for a few moments after Bert’s last remark, +but now they all thrilled with a new excitement +as Bert suddenly straightened up from his +lounging position, and, with kindling eye and +every faculty alert, grasped the key of his instrument. +The others knew that he had caught a +wireless message and feared from the sudden +flushing and paling of his face that it was a call +for help.</p> + +<p>In the twinkling of an eye all was again excitement +on board the <i>Fearless</i>. The ship’s course +was altered and, with full steam pressure on her +engines, she fairly flew to the rescue. Twenty +miles, and a trifle over fifty minutes to reach that +sinking ship. Could she make it? Hearts felt +and lips asked the question as the <i>Fearless</i> raced +over the water, and all eyes were strained in a +vain effort to catch a sight of the ship to whose +succor they were going long before there was even +the remotest possibility of sighting her. Their +own peril was so recently passed that all on board +the <i>Fearless</i> throbbed with pity for those so much +more unfortunate than themselves, and prayed +heaven that they might be in time.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>But if eyes were strained on the <i>Fearless</i>, how +much more earnestly did everyone of those on<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span> +the ill-fated steamer look for some sign or sound +from a rescuing ship? The typhoon had passed +very quickly, but what havoc it had wrought in so +short a time! The floating palace that had +seemed so secure was now reduced to a dismantled, +twisted hulk, water-logged and slowly carrying +her unfortunate passengers to destruction.</p> + +<p>A whole hour had passed since the message had +been sent forth to seek and find help, but no help +had come. Who shall attempt to record the history +of that hour? At first hope, faint it is true +but still hope, then increasing anxiety as the +doomed vessel settled deeper and deeper in the +water, then growing despair as all feared, what +the captain and crew knew, that in a very little +while would come the end. Even if a vessel should +appear now, the captain feared that only a few +could be saved, as it must be a work of time to +transfer those hundreds of passengers from one +ship to another. As all the life-boats had been +smashed and carried away, precious minutes must +be lost awaiting a boat from the rescuing ship. +But in order that all might be in readiness, the +women and children were placed close to the rail +to be taken first, and the other passengers told off +in squads for each succeeding embarkation so that +there need be no confusion at the last moment.</p> + +<p>To the poor unfortunates those long minutes +of waiting, fraught with possibilities of life or +death, had seemed like hours. A great quiet had<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span> +fallen over them, the paralyzing stupor of despair. +Nearly all had ceased to hope or look for +rescue, but sat with bowed heads, awaiting the +fate which could not now be long delayed.</p> + +<p>Suddenly, through this silent despairing company +ran an electric thrill. Life pulsed in their +veins, and hope that they had thought dead, +sprang anew in their hearts. A sailor casting one +despairing glance about him, had seen the smokestacks +of a steamer gleaming red through the +faint mist that still hung over the water. Springing +to his feet, he began shouting, “Sail ho! a +sail! a sail!” For a moment all was wildest confusion, +and it was with greatest difficulty that the +captain, who had prepared for just this outbreak, +could control these frantic people and restore discipline +among them. By this time, the lookout on +the <i>Fearless</i> had made out the wreck and a heartening +toot-toot from her steam whistle gladdened +the waiting hundreds. But would she reach them +in time? Already the captain had noticed the +trembling of the ship that so surely foretells the +coming plunge into the depths of the ocean. It +is a miracle that Fate had so long stayed her hand. +To be lost now, with life and safety almost within +their grasp, would be doubly terrible.</p> + +<p>Breathlessly they wait until the steamer moving +at the very limit of her speed, comes nearer +and nearer, till at last she slows and drifts only a +few hundred feet away.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span></p> + +<p>To the surprise of the <i>Fearless</i>, no attempt was +made on board the sinking ship to lower her boats; +and equal was the consternation on board the +sinking steamer, when they saw that no boats were +lowered from the other ship.</p> + +<p>“Her boats are gone, too,” shouted Bert as the +situation became plain to all. No sooner had the +words left his lips than the <i>Fearless’</i> carpenters +were at work, and in an incredibly short space of +time, a rough life buoy was knocked together. +They worked with a will for they knew that every +second might mean a life. The buoy consisted of +a rude platform with uprights at its four corners, +to the top of each of which a pulley was securely +fastened. Around the uprights ropes were wound +making a rude but safe conveyance.</p> + +<p>While this was doing, a ball with string attached +was shot from a small cannon on board the +<i>Fearless</i>. Whistling through the air, it landed +just within the wrecked ship’s rail. Eager hands +prevent it from slipping and there is no lack of +helpers to draw in the line to the deck. With +deft but trembling hands the crew work to secure +the cable which follows the line.</p> + +<p>At last the life line is adjusted and secured between +the two ships, the life buoy comes speeding +over the water to the doomed vessel, and as it +rushed back toward the waiting <i>Fearless</i>, with its +load of women and children, a great cheer goes +up. A moment, and the forlorn creatures are<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span> +lifted by tender hands to the <i>Fearless</i>, and the +buoy swings back for a second load. The work +of rescue has begun.</p> + +<p>Back and forth swings the buoy until the women +and children are all safe, and still the miracle +holds; the wreck still floats. In less time than +would have seemed possible, all the sufferers from +the wreck have reached the rescuing ship except +the captain and his first mate, and the life buoy is +swung back for the last time. Hurry now, willing +hands! Already the bow of the sinking steamer +is buried beneath the waves. Another moment or +two, and it will be too late. Only a few feet +more. Speed, speed, life buoy! She reaches the +rail. Eager hands draw the two last voyagers +over and cut the now useless life line. As the +men step to the deck of the <i>Fearless</i> the wreck, +with one more convulsive shiver, plunges to her +last resting place, but, thank God, with not one +soul left upon her. All are saved, and Bert, overcome, +bows his head upon his arms, and again +thanks heaven for the wireless. Once more it has +wrought a miracle and plucked a host of precious +lives from the maw of the ravenous sea.</p><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span></p> + + + + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_X" id="CHAPTER_X">CHAPTER X</a></h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">The Derelict</span></h3> + + +<p class="cap">“Beat this if you can, fellows,” said Tom, +as, next morning, lazily stretched in his +steamer chair on the deck of the <i>Fearless</i>, his eyes +took in with delight the broad expanse of the +ocean, with its heaving, green billows, capped +with feathery foam of dazzling whiteness; the +arching blue of the heavens, across which floated +soft, gray clouds, which, pierced through and +through by the brilliant sunshine, seemed as transparent +as a gossamer veil. A sea-gull, rising suddenly +from the crest of a wave, soared high with +gracefully waving wings; then suddenly turning, +swooped downward with the speed of an arrow, +disappearing for a moment beneath the wave, +rose again, triumphant, with a fish in its talons, +and swept majestically skyward.</p> + +<p>Fountains of spray cast up by the swiftly moving +ship gleamed and flashed in the sunshine and +fell to the deck in myriad diamonds.</p> + +<p>Tom’s pleasure was fully shared by his comrades, +and surely in contrast to the storm and +stress and darkness of yesterday, the sunshine and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span> +calm and beauty of this matchless day was enough +to fill them with keenest delight. The swift motion +of the good ship that had so gallantly weathered +the terrible storm, the sea air which, freighted +with salt spray as it rushed against their faces +made the flesh tingle, the brilliant sunshine,—all +combined to make this one of the happiest mornings +of their lives.</p> + +<p>From sheer exuberance of joy Dick started +singing</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">“A life on the ocean wave,”<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">in which the others joined. As the last notes died +away they began to talk of yesterday’s storm. +Something that Tom said reminded Dick of an +exciting sea story he had read, and, complying +with Tom’s eager “Tell us about it,” he was soon +in the midst of the yarn, the boys listening with +eager delight. Others, seeing their absorbed interest, +drifted up until Dick had quite an audience +of interested listeners.</p> + +<p>This story was followed by others, and one of +the passengers had just finished describing the +very narrow escape of a boatload of sailors who +were being drawn to destruction by the dying +struggles of an enormous whale which they had +harpooned, when Bert, who, while he listened, +had been idly watching a sail which had appeared<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span> +above the horizon, suddenly sprang to his feet in +great excitement and drew everybody’s attention.</p> + +<p>“What is it? what is it?” cried Tom, catching +the excitement and also springing to his feet.</p> + +<p>“Why,” Bert answered, “look at that ship to +starboard. I’ve been watching her for some time +and she acts differently from any ship I ever saw. +At first she seemed to be sailing a little distance +and then back again in a sort of zig-zag course, +but just a minute ago she turned side-on toward +us, and now she looks as if she were veering from +one point of the compass to another without any +attempt at steering.”</p> + +<p>Following his gaze, all saw with intense surprise +the ship, as Bert had said, apparently without +guidance and drifting aimlessly.</p> + +<p>After the first moments of startled silence, exclamations +and questions broke forth on all sides.</p> + +<p>“Well, well, what a most extraordinary +thing!” “What ship can she be?” “She looks +like a schooner.” “Why does she drift in that +aimless fashion?” “What can be the matter +with her?”</p> + +<p>By this time glasses had been brought. Eager +eyes scanned the strange ship from stem to stern, +and one of the gazers exclaimed:</p> + +<p>“She certainly doesn’t seem to have anyone at +her wheel. She is evidently at the mercy of the +sea.”</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span></p> + +<p>This set everyone to talking at once and the +greatest excitement reigned. Everyone crowded +to the side of the ship to get a better view. The +stranger seemed to be about three miles away, +but, as the distance lessened between her and the +<i>Fearless</i>, the excitement on board increased, and +as, even with the glasses, no sign of living creature +could be seen, the sense of mystery deepened.</p> + +<p>When, at last, the captain announced that he +would send a boat out to speak the strange ship, +a murmur of satisfaction was heard on every side. +At the call for volunteers there was no lack of response +and our boys were among them.</p> + +<p>It was with breathless delight that they heard +their names called, and tumbled with others into +the boat.</p> + +<p>“Here’s luck,” Dick exulted as he scrambled +to his place. The others agreed with him. But, +if they had expected a pleasure trip, they were +quickly undeceived. Standing on the deck of a +great ship like the <i>Fearless</i> is a very different +thing from sitting in a small boat, with the waves +which, from the ship’s deck had looked only moderately +large, now piling up into a great, green +wall in front of them, looking as if it must inevitably +fall upon and crush them.</p> + +<p>That the wave did not conquer them, but +that the boat mounted to the top of it, seemed +little short of a miracle; and then, after poising<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span> +for a moment at the top, the plunge down the +other side of that green wall, seemed an equally +sure way to destruction. They were glad indeed +to remember that the boat was in the hands of experienced +and capable seamen. Altogether, they +were not sorry when, by the slowing up of the +speed, they knew that they were nearing their +goal and saw the ship that had so interested them +looming up before them.</p> + +<p>Her name, <i>The Aurora</i>, flashed at them in great +golden letters from her prow. She was a fair-sized +schooner in first-class condition outwardly, +and calling for a crew of eighteen or twenty beside +the captain and officers; but, where were they +now? Sure enough, there was no one at the +wheel nor anywhere about the decks. Were they +below? If so, what was the desperate need or +urgent business that could hold officers and crew +below decks while their ship, unguarded, her rudder +banging noisily back and forth, lay, uncontrolled, +upon the waves?</p> + +<p>Well, they from the <i>Fearless</i> were here to answer +these questions if they could, and preparations +were made to go on board. As they drew +closer they realized that it was going to be a very +difficult task to gain her deck. With the wheel +unmanned she broached to and fro with every +current and wave motion, and, constantly veering +from point to point, made it seemingly impossible<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span> +to mount her decks. A little assistance from on +board would have helped them greatly, but, +though they hailed her again and again, she made +no response.</p> + +<p>After repeated unsuccessful efforts one of the +sailors, more agile than the others, succeeded in +springing into and grasping the rudder chains, +and hauling himself on deck. Catching up a rope +that lay near him, he cast it to his shipmates and, +by easing and adjusting the boat as much as possible +to the erratic heaving and plunging of the +ship, made it possible for the others to climb on +board. Very soon all, except two sailors who, +much to their disgust, were left in charge of the +boat, were standing together on the steamer’s +deck.</p> + +<p>With bated breath they stood for many minutes, +looking about them in wide-eyed amazement, +but, as if by common instinct, not an audible sound +was heard, nor even a whispered word. A silence +so intense as to make itself felt, a sense of overwhelming +loneliness and solitude held them motionless. +It was as if they stood in the presence +of the dead. Here was the body, this big +schooner, but the soul had fled. The rush of feet, +the quick word of command, the hearty “Aye, +aye, sir,” in response, the noise of gear and tackle, +of ropes slapping on the deck, the songs of the +sailors as they go lustily about their work,—all<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span> +the sounds that make up the life of a ship were +stilled, and no sound but the splashing of the +waves against her sides broke the awesome silence.</p> + +<p>At last, under the direction of Mr. Collins, four +men from the <i>Fearless</i> began to search the deck +for some solution of the mystery, and not one +among them was conscious of the fact that he +moved about on his toes in the presence of this +awe-inspiring silence.</p> + +<p>Their search of the deck revealed nothing. +Everything seemed undisturbed. The life-boats +and even the little dinghy were in their places. +All was perfectly ship-shape, but over everything +was the silence of desertion.</p> + +<p>While the deck was being searched by the four +men, the others, including Bert and Dick and +Tom, went below, for, here in the cabin, they +hoped to find some solution of the mystery. But +again they found the same chilling silence, the +same absolute desertion.</p> + +<p>In the state-rooms the bunks were made up and +all was in order. An uncompleted letter lay on +the captain’s table and an open book lay face-downward +on the bed. In the cabin the only sign +of haste or disturbance was found. The table +was set for breakfast with the food upon it only +partly eaten. Chairs were pushed back from it +and one was overturned. A handkerchief lay on<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span> +the floor as if hastily dropped, but there was no +further sign of panic or of any struggle.</p> + +<p>Someone suggested that the storm had driven +them away in panic. Mr. Collins soon proved to +them the fallacy of that supposition by calling attention +to an unfinished garment which lay on a +sewing machine in one of the state-rooms. A +thimble and spool of cotton lay beside it. In a +storm these things would inevitably have been +thrown to the floor. He showed them further that +the breakfast things on the table were in their +places and not overturned as they must have been +in the storm. Then, too, the coffee in the urn was +barely cold, and the fire in the galley stove was +still burning. This proved conclusively that up +to almost the last moment before the desertion +of the ship, all was normal and peaceful on board. +“And,” he continued, “if there were nothing else +the last entry in the ship’s log would show that she +was not deserted until after the storm.”</p> + +<p>While everyone listened with keenest interest, +he read them the account entered there of the +storm, the gallant behavior of the <i>Aurora</i>, and +the safety of all on board. The entry was made +with the kind of ink that writes blue but afterwards +turns black, and the officer called their attention +to the fact that the ink was not yet black.</p> + +<p>“Why,” said he, “they must at this moment +be only a very few miles from the ship. Did anyone<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span> +ever hear of anything like this?” wondered +Dick. “Such a little while ago, and absolutely +nothing to show why they went. I’d give a whole +lot to know.”</p> + +<p>“Well, anyway, it is evident,” said Bert as +they examined the galley, “that it was not hunger +or thirst that drove them away,” and he pointed +to the shelves of the pantry, well stocked with +meats and vegetables and fruits, and lifted the +cover from the water tank and showed it full of +sweet water.</p> + +<p>With the feeling of wonder and amazement +growing upon them, they examined every corner +of the ship from deck to hold, but found no sign +of living creature, nor any clue to the profound +mystery. Cold shivers began to run up and down +their spines.</p> + +<p>“What on earth or sea,” said the irrepressible +Tom, voicing the inmost thought of every mind, +“could have driven a company of men to abandon +a ship in such perfect condition as this +schooner is?” and again all stood silent in a last +effort to solve the problem.</p> + +<p>“Well,” said Mr. Collins, “we have made a +most thorough search and nothing can be gained +by remaining here longer.” So, only waiting to +procure the ship’s log that he had laid upon the +table, he led the way to the deck. With a last +look about them, in the vain hope of finding some<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span> +living creature, they clambered into the boat and +rowed back to the <i>Fearless</i>.</p> + +<p>On the way over, everyone was too oppressed +for further conversation, but as they neared the +<i>Fearless</i> their faces brightened; and as they stood +once more upon her decks, with the eager people +crowding about them, it seemed good, after the +desolation they had witnessed, to be on board a +live ship once more.</p> + +<p>“This is surely a most wonderful and mysterious +thing,” said the captain, after listening to +their report. “What could have driven them to +such a desperate measure as abandoning a ship in +sound condition and so well provisioned? Was +it mutiny?”</p> + +<p>“No, sir,” and the mate shook his head. “I +thought of that and we searched the ship for any +signs of a struggle or bloodshed; but there was +no evidence of fighting nor a drop of blood anywhere.”</p> + +<p>“Was there, perhaps, a leak?” again suggested +the captain.</p> + +<p>“Not that we could find,” Dick answered. +“The ship seemed as tight and safe as could be. +We are sure there is no leak.”</p> + +<p>“What do you think about it?” asked Captain +Manning, turning to a very grave and thoughtful +gentleman standing near. This was Captain +Grant who the day before had so nobly stood by<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span> +his ill-fated ship and to whose rescue and that of +his unfortunate passengers the <i>Fearless</i> had come +with not a minute to spare. Captain Manning +had found him very congenial, and in the few +hours since he had come on board the two gentlemen +had become firm friends. At Captain Manning’s +question he turned to him cordially and answered +with a smile:</p> + +<p>“Well, as far as the crew are concerned, it +might have been superstition, fear of ghosts perhaps. +This unreasoning fear has driven more +than one crew bodily from their ship.”</p> + +<p>“If that was the cause,” ventured Bert, “is it +not possible that their panic may leave them, and +that they may return?”</p> + +<p>“It is possible,” agreed Captain Manning, +smiling, “and we will cruise about as soon as I +can make preparation. We may be able to overtake +them or perhaps meet them returning.”</p> + +<p>“Was her cargo a valuable one?” asked one +of Captain Grant’s passengers.</p> + +<p>“Yes, quite,” was the response, “but not so +valuable as it would have been if she had been +homeward instead of outward bound. The log +shows her to be of Canadian construction and +bound from Vancouver to China with a cargo of +dried fish, skins, and lumber. If she had been returning +she would have been freighted, as you +know, with rich silks and tea and rice, of more<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span> +value than the cargo she carried from British Columbia.”</p> + +<p>“Shall you attempt to return her to her owners?” +asked Mr. Collins. “A schooner like the +<i>Aurora</i> would mean a large salvage.”</p> + +<p>“It certainly would,” replied the captain, +“and, if we had found her earlier in the voyage, +I should have towed her back. But now I cannot +afford the time, and I hardly know what to do. +She ought not to be left drifting; she is right in +the track of steamships, and so is a menace. Wilson,” +he said, turning to Bert, “try to raise a +United States vessel and give her the location of +the derelict.”</p> + +<p>It took two hours before Bert succeeded, but +at last he reached the cruiser <i>Cormorant</i> and received +thanks for the information and assurance +that the matter would be attended to at once.</p> + +<p>By this time all was ready and the <i>Fearless</i> began +to cruise in ever-widening circles around the +<i>Aurora</i>. With and without glasses all scanned +the sea in every direction for signs of a boat. +Once the call of the lookout drew all eyes to a +dark object which, at that distance, looked as if +it might be a yawl, and every heart beat faster +with the hope that at last the mystery of the <i>Aurora</i> +might be solved. But, alas, it was found to +be only a piece of broken mast, discarded from +some ship.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span></p> + +<p>For several hours they cruised about, filled with +eager hope which gradually faded as the hours +went by. At last, Captain Manning gave the order, +and the <i>Fearless</i> again came about to her +course.</p> + +<p>Everyone turned disappointedly from the rail +as the quest was abandoned, and it seemed to the +four young fellows that the <i>Fearless</i> swung slowly +and reluctantly, as if she disliked to leave her sister +ship to such an uncertain fate.</p> + +<p>The good ship gathered speed, and as they +stood at the rail, Ralph thoughtfully said, “I +wonder if the mystery of that deserted ship will +ever be made clear.”</p> + +<p>“Well,” said Bert, “when we return we can ascertain +if she lived to reach port.”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” grumbled Tom. “But unless some of +the crew had returned before the government ship +reached her the mystery would be as profound as +ever. And,” he added, sinking disgustedly into +his steamer chair, and stretching himself out +lazily, “I do hate mysteries.”</p><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span></p> + + + + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XI" id="CHAPTER_XI">CHAPTER XI</a></h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">The Tiger at Bay</span></h3> + + +<p class="cap">One day, about mid-afternoon, Bert was going +through his duties in a more or less mechanical +fashion, for the day had been warm, and +he had been on duty since early morning. For +several days past, practically no news of any interest +had come in over the invisible aerial pathways, +and as he had said to Dick only a short time +before, “everything was deader than a door +nail.”</p> + +<p>Suddenly, however, the sounder began to click +in a most unusual fashion. The clicks were very +erratic, quick, and short, and to Bert’s experienced +ear it was apparent that the person sending +the message was in a state of great excitement. +He hastily adjusted the clamp that held the receiver +to his ear, and at the first few words of the +message his heart leapt with excitement.</p> + +<p>“Tiger broken loose,” came the message, in +uneven spurts and dashes, “three of crew dead +or dying—am shut up in wireless room—beast is +sniffing at door—help us if you can—” and then<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span> +followed, latitude and longitude of the unlucky +vessel.</p> + +<p>Bert’s hand leaped to the sender, and the powerful +spark went crashing out from the wires. +“Will come at once—keep up courage,” he sent, +and then snatched the apparatus off his head and +rushed in mad haste to the deck. Captain Manning +was below deck, and Bert communicated the +message he had just received to the commanding +officer at the time.</p> + +<p>“Good heavens,” ejaculated the first officer, +“there’s only one thing for us to do, and that’s to +go to their aid just as fast as this old tub will take +us.”</p> + +<p>This was no sooner said than done, and in a +few minutes the course of the vessel was changed, +and she was headed in the direction of the distressed +animal ship, for there could be little doubt +that such was the nature of the cargo she had on +board. It is not such an uncommon thing for a +wild animal to break loose during a voyage, but +generally it is recaptured with little trouble. Occasionally, +however, an especially ferocious animal +will escape, and at the very outset kill or +maim the men especially employed to take care +of them. Once let this happen, and the crew has +little chance against such an enemy. Nothing +much more terrible could be imagined than such a +situation, and such was the plight in which the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span> +crew of the animal ship found themselves. They +had made several vain attempts to trap the big +tiger, but at each attempt one of their number had +been caught and killed by the ferocious beast, until +in a panic they had retreated to the forecastle, +taking with them the first mate, who had been seriously +injured by the murderous claws of the +tiger as they were trying to cast a noose around +his neck. Left without management, their ship +was at the mercy of wind and wave, with no living +creature on deck save the big cat. He had vainly +tried to break into the men’s quarters, and failing +in that, had laid siege to the cabin of the wireless +operator. The door of this was fragile, however, +and although the desperate man within had piled +every article of furniture in the room against the +door, there could be little doubt that it was but +a matter of time when the maddened tiger would +make use of his vast strength and burst in the +frail barrier.</p> + +<p>Such was the situation on board when, as +a last resource, the devoted operator sent out the +call for help that Bert had heard. The knowledge +that help was at least on the way gave heart +to the imprisoned and almost despairing man, and +he waited for the rescuing ship to arrive with all +the fortitude he could muster.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile, on Bert’s ship, Captain Manning +had been summoned to the bridge, and had immediately<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span> +ordered full steam ahead. The ship quivered +and groaned as the steam rushed at high +pressure into the cylinders, causing the great propellers +to turn as though they had been but toys. +Great clouds of black smoke poured from the +funnel, and the ship forged ahead at a greater +speed than her crew had ever supposed her capable +of making.</p> + +<p>Fast as was their progress, however, it seemed +but a crawl to the anxious group gathered on the +bridge, and Bert went below to send an encouraging +message to the unfortunate operator on the +other ship.</p> + +<p>Crash! crash! and the powerful current crackled +and flashed from the wires.</p> + +<p>“Keep up courage,” was the message Bert sent, +“keep up courage, and we will get help to you +soon. Are about ten knots from you now.”</p> + +<p>For a few minutes there was no reply, and, +when the receiver finally clicked, Bert could hardly +catch the answer, so faint was it.</p> + +<p>“The dynamo has stopped,” it read, “and batteries +are almost exhausted. Heard shouting +from the crew’s quarters a short time ago, and +think the tiger is probably trying to break in there. +A—few minutes—more—” but here the sounder +ceased, and Bert, in spite of his frantic efforts, +was unable to get another word, good or bad. +Finally, giving the attempt up as hopeless, he<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span> +made his way to the bridge, where Captain Manning +and the first officer were absorbed over a +chart.</p> + +<p>“We can’t be very far from them now, sir,” +the latter was saying. “At the rate this old +boat’s going now we ought to sight them pretty +soon, don’t you think so, sir?”</p> + +<p>“We surely should,” replied the captain. “But +I wonder if Wilson has heard any more from +them. As long as—ah, here you are, eh, Mr. +Wilson? What’s the latest news from the distressed +vessel?”</p> + +<p>“Pretty bad, sir,” said Bert. “The crew +seems to have become panic-stricken, including the +engine-room force, and they’ve allowed the dynamo +to stop. The wireless man didn’t have +enough current left from the batteries to finish +the message he was sending. He did say, though, +that the tiger was raising a rumpus up forward, +and trying to break into the men’s quarters. I +can only hope, sir, that we will not arrive too +late.”</p> + +<p>“I hope so, indeed,” responded Captain Manning, +gloomily, “but even if we get there before +the beast has gotten at them, we’ll have our work +cut out for us. We have no adequate weapons on +board, and we can’t hope to cope with a foe like +that barehanded.”</p> + +<p>“That’s very true,” said the first officer,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span> +scratching his head. “I rather had a feeling that +all we had to do was to get there and kill the tiger, +but I must confess I hadn’t figured out how. +However,” he added, “I’ve got a brace of pistols +in my cabin, and I suppose you have, too, haven’t +you, sir?” addressing the captain.</p> + +<p>“Oh, of course I have them,” said the captain, +impatiently, “but they’re not much good in an affair +of this kind. What we need is a big game +rifle, and that’s something we haven’t got. However, +I imagine we’ll hit on some plan after we +get there. Set your wits to work, Mr. Wilson, +and see if you can’t figure out a scheme. You +have always struck me as being pretty ingenious.”</p> + +<p>“Well, I’ll do my best, you may be sure of +that, sir,” replied Bert, “but meanwhile, I guess +I’d better go below and see if by any chance they +have got their wireless working again.”</p> + +<p>“Aye, aye,” said the captain, “see what you +can do, and I’ll see that you are informed when +we get near the vessel.”</p> + +<p>Bert did as he had proposed, but could get no +response from his apparatus, and was just giving +over the attempt as hopeless when he got a message +from the captain that they were close up to +the unfortunate ship.</p> + +<p>Hastily unfastening the “harness” from his +head, Bert rushed on deck, and gave a quick look +about him. Sure enough, they were close aboard<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span> +a rusty-looking steamer, that drifted aimlessly +about, and at first glance seemed to have no living +soul aboard. The deck was untenanted and +showed no signs of life, and the silence was unbroken +save for an occasional cry from the caged +animals in the hold.</p> + +<p>Of the tiger said to be loose on board there +was no indication, however, but they soon made +out a colored handkerchief waving from one of +the portholes that afforded light and ventilation +to the “fo’castle.” Presently they heard someone +shouting to them, but were unable to make +out what was said.</p> + +<p>Captain Manning ordered a boat lowered, and +carefully picked the men whom he desired to go +in it. When he had chosen almost his full +crew, Bert hurried up to him, and said: “I beg +your pardon, sir, but I would like to ask you a +favor. Do you think you could allow me and +my friend, Mr. Trent, to go along? I think +we could do our share of what’s to be done, +and I feel that I ought to be among the party +that goes in aid of a fellow operator.”</p> + +<p>At first the captain would not hear of any such +proposition, but finally, by dint of much persuasion, +Bert won a reluctant consent.</p> + +<p>“All right,” grumbled the captain. “If you +must, you must, I suppose. But hurry up now. +Step lively! All hands ready?”</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span></p> + +<p>“Aye, aye, sir,” sang out the crew, and after +a few parting instructions from Captain Manning, +the first officer, Mr. Collins, shouted the +order to give way.</p> + +<p>The crew bent to their oars with a will, and the +heavy boat fairly leaped through the water at +their sturdy strokes. In almost less time than it +takes to tell, the boat was under the porthole +from which they had first seen the signals, and +Mr. Collins was talking in a low voice with a +white-faced man who peered out of the circular +opening.</p> + +<p>“He almost had us a little time back,” said the +latter, “but we managed to make enough noise +to scare him away for the time. We haven’t +heard anything of him for quite a while now, but +he’s hungry, and he’ll soon be back. Heaven help +us, then, if you fellows can’t do something for +us.”</p> + +<p>“We’ll get him, all right, never fear,” said +Mr. Collins, reassuringly, “but how do you stand +now? How many did the beast get before you +got away from him?”</p> + +<p>“He killed the three animal keepers almost at +one swipe,” said the man, who proved to be the +second mate. “Then the captain, as was a brave +man, stood up to him with an old gun he used to +keep in his cabin, and the beast crushed his head +in before he could get the old thing to work. It<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span> +must have missed fire, I guess. Then the brute +started creeping toward us as was on deck, and +we made a rush for the fo’castle door. The first +officer happened to be the last one in, and the +tiger just caught his arm with his claws and +ripped it open to the bone. We managed to drag +him in and slam the door in the beast’s face, +though, and then we piled everything we could +lay hand to against the door.”</p> + +<p>“What did he do then?” inquired Mr. Collins.</p> + +<p>“Why, he went ragin’ back and made a dive +for one of the stokers that was up at the engine-room +hatchway gettin’ a bit of fresh air, and he +almost nabbed him. The dago dived below, +though, and had sense enough to drop a grating +after him. That stopped the cursed brute, and +then I don’t know what he did for a while. Just +a little while ago, though, as I was tellin’ ye, he +came sniffin’ and scratchin’ around the door, and +if he made a real hard try he’d get in, sure. Then +it ’ud be good-night for us. Not one of us would +get out of here alive.”</p> + +<p>“But now that he’s left you for a time, why +don’t you make an attempt to trap or kill him?” +inquired Mr. Collins, and there was a little contempt +in his tone.</p> + +<p>“What, us? Never in a hundred years,” replied +the man, in a scared voice. It was evident +that the crew was completely unnerved, and Mr.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span> +Collins and his crew realized that if anything +was to be done they must do it unaided.</p> + +<p>“Well, here goes,” said he. “We might as +well get on that deck first as last. We’ll never +get anywhere by sitting here and talking.” Accordingly, +they clambered up on deck, one by +one, led by the first mate. In a short time they +were all safely on deck, and looked around, their +hearts beating wildly, for any sign of the ferocious +animal. As far as any evidences of his +presence went, however, the nearest tiger might +have been in Africa. There was a deathlike hush +over the ship, broken at times by the muffled +chattering of the monkeys confined in cages below +decks.</p> + +<p>All the men were armed with the best weapons +they were able to obtain, consisting chiefly of +heavy iron bars requisitioned from the engine-room. +Mr. Curtis, of course, had a pair of +heavy revolvers, and both Bert and Dick had +each a serviceable .45-calibre Colt. These were +likely to prove of little avail against such an +opponent, however, and more than one of the +crew wished he were safely back on the deck of +his own ship.</p> + +<p>Not so Bert and Dick, however, and their eyes +danced and sparkled from excitement. “Say,” +whispered Dick in Bert’s ear, “talk about the +adventures of that fellow you and I were reading<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span> +about a day or two ago. This promises to +outdo anything that <i>I</i> ever heard of.”</p> + +<p>“It sure does,” said Bert, in the same suppressed +voice. “I wonder where that beast can +be hiding himself. This suspense is getting on +my nerves.”</p> + +<p>All the rescuing party felt the same way, but +the tiger obstinately refused to put in an appearance. +The men started on an exploring expedition, +beginning at the bow and working toward +the stern. At every step they took, the probability +of their presently stumbling on the animal +became more imminent, and their nerves were +keyed to the breaking point.</p> + +<p>In this manner they traversed almost two-thirds +of the deck, and were about to round the +end of the long row of staterooms when suddenly, +without a moment’s warning, the tiger stood before +them, not thirty feet away.</p> + +<p>At first he seemed to be surprised, but as the +men watched him, fascinated, they could see his +cruel yellow eyes gradually change to black, and +hear a low rumble issue from his throat. For a +few seconds not one of them seemed able to move +a hand, but then Mr. Curtis yelled, “Now’s your +time, boys. Empty your revolvers into him, Wilson +and Crawford,” and suiting the action to the +word, he opened fire on the great cat.</p> + +<p>Bert and Dick did likewise, but in their excitement<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span> +most of their shots went wild, and only +wounded the now thoroughly infuriated animal.</p> + +<p>With a roar that fairly shook the ship the tiger +leapt toward the hardy group. “Back! Back!” +shouted Mr. Collins, and they retreated hastily. +The tiger just fell short of them, but quickly +gathered himself for another spring, and two of +the more faint-hearted seamen started to run +toward the bow. Indeed, it was a situation to +daunt the heart of the bravest man, but Bert and +the others who retained their self-control knew +that it was now too late to retreat, and their only +course, desperate as it seemed, was to stand +their ground and subdue the raging beast if possible.</p> + +<p>The tiger’s rage was truly a terrible thing to +see. As he stood facing them, foam dripped +from his jaws, and great rumblings issued from +his throat. His tail lashed back and forth viciously, +and he began creeping along the deck +toward them.</p> + +<p>But now Bert and Dick and the first mate had +had a chance, in frantic haste, to load their revolvers, +and they gripped the butts of their weapons +in a convulsive grasp. And they had need +of all they could muster.</p> + +<p>Soon the tiger judged he was near enough for +a spring, and stopping, gathered his great muscles +under him in tense knots. Then he sprang<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span> +through the air like a bolt from a cross-bow, and +this time they had no chance to retreat.</p> + +<p>As the raging beast landed among them, the +men scattered to left and right, and struck out +with the heavy iron bars they had brought with +them. They dodged this way and that, evading +the tiger’s ripping claws and snapping teeth as +best they could, and landing a blow whenever the +opportunity offered. They were not to escape +unscathed from such an encounter, however, and +again and again shouts of pain arose from those +unable to avoid the raving beast. Bert and Dick +waited until the tiger’s attention was concentrated +on three of the men who were making a concerted +attack on him, and then, at almost point blank +range, emptied their revolvers into the beast’s +head. At almost the same moment the first mate +followed suit, and the tiger stopped in his struggles, +and stood stupidly wagging his head from +side to side, while bloody foam slavered and +dripped from his jaws. Then he gradually +slumped down on the reddened deck, and finally +lay still, with once or twice a convulsive shiver +running over him.</p> + +<p>Quickly reloading their revolvers, Bert, Dick, +and the first mate delivered another volley at the +prostrate beast, so as to take no chances.</p> + +<p>Every muscle in the animal’s beautiful body +relaxed, his great head rolled limply over on to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span> +the deck, and it was evident that he was dead. +A cheer arose from the men, but their attention +was quickly turned to themselves, and with good +reason. Not one of them had escaped a more +or less painful wound from the great beast’s tearing +claws, one or two of which threatened to +become serious. Both Bert and Dick had deep, +painful scratches about the arms and shoulders, +but they felt glad enough to escape with only +these souvenirs of the desperate encounter.</p> + +<p>“Well, men,” said Mr. Collins, after they had +bound up their wounds temporarily, and were +limping back toward their boat, “I think we can +thank our lucky stars that we got off as easily +as we did. When that fellow jumped for us the +second time, I for one never expected to come out +of the mix-up alive.”</p> + +<p>“I, either,” said Bert. “I like excitement about +as well as anybody, I guess, but this job of fighting +tigers with nothing but a revolver is a little +too rich for me. The next time I try it I’ll want +to pack a cannon along.”</p> + +<p>“Righto!” said Dick, with a laugh that was +a trifle shaky. “But what are we going to do +now? I suppose the first thing is to let those +low-lives out of the forecastle and tell ’em we’ve +fixed their tiger for them.”</p> + +<p>“We might as well,” acquiesced Mr. Collins, +and they lost no time in following out Dick’s suggestion.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</a></span> +Before they reached the forecastle they +were joined by the two men who had run at the +tiger’s second onslaught, and you may be sure +they looked thoroughly ashamed of themselves. +The men who had stood fast realized that reproaches +would do no good, however, and they +were so exhilarated over their victory, now that +they began to realize just what they had accomplished, +that they were not inclined to indulge in +recriminations. They could come later.</p> + +<p>They were about to resume their march to the +crew’s quarters when Dick happened to notice +that Bert was missing. The men all started out +in search of him, but their anxiety was soon relieved +by seeing Bert return accompanied by a +man whom he presently introduced to them as the +wireless operator. The latter was profuse in his +expressions of gratitude, but Bert refused point +blank to listen to him.</p> + +<p>“It’s no more than you would have done for +us, if you had had the chance,” he said, “therefore, +thanks are entirely out of order.”</p> + +<p>“Not a bit of it,” persisted the other, warmly. +“It was a mighty fine thing for you fellows to +do, and, believe me, I, for one, will never forget +it.”</p> + +<p>By now they were in front of the fo’castle, and +shouted out to the men within that they could +come out with safety. There was a great noise<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a></span> +of objects within being pulled away from the +door, and then the crew of the animal ship +emerged in a rather sheepish manner, for they +realized that they had not played a very heroic +part. However, they had had very little in the +way of weapons, and perhaps their conduct might +be palliated by this fact.</p> + +<p>Two of them immediately set to work skinning +the tiger, and meantime the wounded first mate +of the animal ship expressed his thanks and that +of the crew to Mr. Collins. Then the limping, +smarting little band clambered over the side and +into their waiting boat. The row back to the +ship seemed to consume an age, but you may be +sure that the two sailors who had escaped the +conflict were now forced to do most of the hard +work, and they did not even attempt to object, +no doubt realizing the hopelessness of such a +course.</p> + +<p>They reached their ship at last, however, and +were greeted with praise from the passengers on +account of their bravery, and sympathy over their +many and painful wounds.</p> + +<p>After Mr. Collins had made his report to the +captain, the latter shook his head gravely. “Perhaps +I did wrong in letting you undertake such +a task,” he said, “but I don’t know what else we +could have done. Heaven knows how long it +would have taken any other vessel to get here,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[140]</a></span> +and after they arrived they might not have had +any greater facilities for meeting such a situation +than we had. But I’m very glad we got out of +the predicament without actual loss of life.”</p> + +<p>“We were very fortunate, indeed,” agreed +Mr. Collins, and here they dropped the subject, +for among men who habitually followed a dangerous +calling even such an adventure as this does +not seem such a very unusual occurrence.</p> + +<p>Bert was not so seriously wounded as to make +it impossible to resume his duties, however, and +after a few days his wounds gave him no further +trouble. Needless to say, the remembrance of +the desperate adventure never entirely left his +mind to the end of his life, and for weeks afterward +he would wake from a troubled sleep seeing +again in his imagination the infuriated tiger +as it had looked when leaping at the devoted +group.</p><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[141]</a></span></p> + + + + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XII" id="CHAPTER_XII">CHAPTER XII</a></h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Among the Cannibals</span></h3> + + +<p class="cap">The routine life of shipboard wore quietly +on for several days without interruption. +The staunch ship held steadily on its course, and +the ceaseless vibrations of its engines came to +be as unnoticed and as unthought of as the beatings +of their own hearts. There had been no +storms for some time, as indeed there seldom +were at this time of the year, and Bert’s duties +as wireless operator occupied comparatively little +of his time. He had plenty left, therefore, to +spend with Dick and Tom, and they had little +trouble in finding a way to occupy their leisure +with pleasure and profit to themselves and others.</p> + +<p>A favorite resort was the engine room, where +in spite of the heat they spent many a pleasant +hour in company with the chief engineer, MacGregor. +The latter was a shaggy old Scotchman +with a most stern and forbidding exterior, but a +heart underneath that took a warm liking to the +three comrades, much to the surprise and disgust +of the force of stokers and “wipers” under him.</p> + +<p>“And phwat do yez think of the old man?”<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[142]</a></span> +one was heard to remark to his companion one +day. “There was a toime when the chief ’ud +look sour and grumble if the cap’n himself so +much as poked his nose inside the engine room +gratin’, and now here he lets thim young spalpeens +run all ovir the place, wid never a kick out +o’ him.”</p> + +<p>“Sure, an’ Oi’ve ben noticin’ the same,” agreed +his companion, “an’ phwat’s more, he answers all +their questions wid good natur’, and nivir seems +to have ony desire to dhrop a wrinch on their +noodles.”</p> + +<p>“Perhaps ’tis because the youngsters ask him +nothin’ but sinsible questions, as ye may have +noticed,” said he who had spoken first, as he +leaned on his shovel for a brief rest. “Shure, +an’ it’s me private opinion that the young cubs +know ’most as much about the engines as old +Mac himsilf.”</p> + +<p>“Thrue fer you,” said the other. “Only yisterday, +if O’im not mistaken, young Wilson, him +as runs the wireless outfit for the ship, was down +here, and they were havin’ a argyment regardin’ +the advantages of the reciprocatin’ engines over +the new steam turbins, an’ roast me in me own +furnace if I don’t think the youngster had the +goods on the old man right up t’ the finish.”</p> + +<p>“Oi wouldn’t be su’prised at ahl, at ahl,” +agreed his companion. “The young felly has a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</a></span> +head for engines, an’ no mistake. He’s got a +lot o’ book larnin’ about ’em, too.”</p> + +<p>It was indeed as the stokers said, and a strong +friendship and mutual regard had sprung up between +the grizzled old engineer and the enthusiastic +wireless operator. As our readers doubtless +remember, Bert had been familiar with things +mechanical since boyhood, and during his college +course had kept up his knowledge by a careful +reading of the latest magazines and periodicals +given over to mechanical research. Needless to +say, his ideas were all most modern, while on the +part of the chief engineer there was a tendency +to stick to the tried and tested things of mechanics +and fight very shy of all inventions and innovations.</p> + +<p>However, each realized that the other knew +what he was talking about, and each had a respect +for the opinions of the other. This did not +prevent their having long arguments at times, +however, in which a perfect shower and deluge of +technical words and descriptions filled the air. It +seldom happened, though, that either caused the +other to alter his original stand in the slightest +degree, as is generally the case in all arguments +of any sort.</p> + +<p>But the engineer was always ready to explain +things about the ponderous engines that Bert did +not fully understand, and there were constant<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</a></span> +problems arising from Bert’s inspection of the +beautifully made machinery that only the engineer, +of all on board, could solve for him. Bert +always found a fascination in watching the powerful +engines and would sit for hours at a time, +when he was at leisure, watching each ingenious +part do its work, with an interest that never +flagged.</p> + +<p>He loved to study the movements of the mighty +pistons as they rose and fell like the arm of some +immense giant, and speculate on the terrific power +employed in every stroke. The shining, smooth, +well-oiled machinery seemed more beautiful to +Bert than any picture he had ever seen, and the +regular click and chug of the valves was music. +Every piece of brass, nickel and steel work in the +engine room was spotlessly clean, and glittered +and flickered in the glow from the electric lights.</p> + +<p>Sometimes he and MacGregor would sit in +companionable silence for an hour at a time, +listening to the hiss of steam as it rushed into +the huge cylinders, and was then expelled on the +upward stroke of the piston. MacGregor loved +his engines as he might a pet cat or dog, and +often patted them lovingly when he was sure nobody +was around to observe his actions.</p> + +<p>Once the engineer had taken Bert back along +the course of the big propeller shaft to where it +left the ship, water being prevented from leaking<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[145]</a></span> +in around the opening by means of stuffing boxes. +At intervals the shaft was supported by bearings +made of bronze, and as they passed them the +old man always passed his hand over them to +find out if by any chance one was getting warm +on account of the friction caused by lack of +proper lubrication.</p> + +<p>“For it’s an afu’ thing,” he said to Bert, shaking +his head, “to have a shaft break when you’re +in the ragin’ midst of a storm. It happened to +me once, an’ the second vayage I evir took as +chief engineer, and I hae no desire t’ repeat the +experience.”</p> + +<p>“What did you do about it?” inquired Bert.</p> + +<p>“We did the anly thing there was to be done, +son. We set the whole engine room force drillin’ +holes thrae the big shaft, and then we riveted a +wee snug collar on it, and proceeded on our way. +Two days and two nights we were at it, with the +puir bonnie ship driftin’ helpless, an’ the great +waves nigh breakin’ in her sides. Never a wink +o’ sleep did I get during the hale time, and none +of the force under me got much more. Ye may +believe it was a fair happy moment for all of us +when we eased the steam into the low pressure +cylinder and saw that the job was like to hold +until we got tae port. Nae, nae, one experience +like thot is sufficient tae hold a mon a lifetime.”</p> + +<p>“I should think it would be,” said Bert. “You<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[146]</a></span> +generally hear a lot about the romantic side of +accidents at sea, but I guess the people actually +mixed up in them look at the matter from a different +point of view.”</p> + +<p>“Nae doot, nae doot,” agreed the old Scotsman, +“and what credit do ye suppose we got for +all our work? The papers were full o’ the bravery +and cael headedness the skipper had exhibited, +but what o’ us poor deils wha’ had sweated +and slaved twae mortal day an nichts in a swelterin’, +suffercatin’ hold, whi’ sure death for us +gin anything sprang a leak and the ship sank? +Wae’d a’ had nae chanct t’ git on deck and in a +boat. Wae’d have been drounded like wee rats +in a trap. I prasume nobody thocht o’ that, +howiver.”</p> + +<p>“That’s the way it generally works out, I’ve +noticed,” said Bert. “Of course, many times the +captain does deserve much or all the credit, but +the newspapers never take the trouble to find out +the facts. You can bet your case wasn’t the first +of the kind that ever occurred.”</p> + +<p>“’Tis as you say,” agreed the engineer; “but +nae we must back to the engine room, me laddie. +I canna feel easy when I am far frae it.”</p> + +<p>Accordingly they retraced their course, and +were soon back in the room where the machinery +toiled patiently day and night, never groaning or +complaining when taken proper care of, as you<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[147]</a></span> +may be sure these engines were. MacGregor +would have preferred to have somebody make a +slighting remark about him than about his idolized +engines, and would have been less quick to +resent it.</p> + +<p>Bert was about to take his leave, when suddenly +Tom and Dick came tumbling recklessly +down the steep ladder leading to the engine room, +and fairly fell down the last few rounds.</p> + +<p>“Say, Bert, beat it up on deck,” exclaimed +Tom, as soon as he was able to get his breath. +“We sighted an island an hour or so ago, and +as we get nearer to it we can see that there’s +a signal of some sort on it. Captain Manning +says that none of the islands hereabout are inhabited, +so it looks as though somebody had been +shipwrecked there. The skipper’s ordered the +course changed so as to head straight toward it, +and we ought to be within landing distance in less +than an hour.”</p> + +<p>“Hooray!” yelled Bert. “I’ll give you a +race up, fellows, and see who gets on deck first,” +and so saying he made a dive for the ladder. +Dick and Tom made a rush to intercept him, but +Bert beat them by a fraction of an inch, and +went up the steep iron ladder with as much agility +as any monkey. The others were close at his +heels, however, and in less time than it takes to +tell they were all on deck.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[148]</a></span></p> + +<p>Dick and Tom pointed out the island to Bert, +and there, sure enough, he saw what appeared to +be a remnant of some flag nailed to an upright +branch planted in the ground. They were not +more than a mile from the island by this time, +and soon Captain Manning rang the gong for +half speed ahead. A few moments later he gave +the signal to shut off power, and the vibration of +the ship’s engines ceased abruptly. The sudden +stopping of the vibration to which by now they +had become so accustomed that it seemed part of +life came almost like a blow to the three young +men, and they were obliged to laugh.</p> + +<p>“Gee, but that certainly seems queer,” said +Tom. “It seems to me as though I must have +been used to that jarring all my life.”</p> + +<p>“Well,” said Dick, “it certainly feels unusual +now, but I will be perfectly willing to exchange it +for a little trip on good, solid land. I hope we +can persuade the captain to let us go ashore with +the men.”</p> + +<p>The captain’s consent was easily obtained, and +they then awaited impatiently for the boat to be +launched that was to take them to the island.</p> + +<p>The island was surrounded by a coral reef, in +which at first there appeared to be no opening. +On closer inspection, however, when they had +rowed close up to it, they found a narrow entrance, +that they would never have been able to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[149]</a></span> +use had the water been at all rough. Fortunately, +however, the weather had been very calm for +several days past, so they had little difficulty in +manœuvering the boat through the narrow opening. +As it was, however, once or twice they could +hear the sharp coral projections scrape against the +boat’s sides, and they found time even in their +impatience to land to wonder what would happen +to any ship unfortunate enough to be tossed +against the reef.</p> + +<p>After they had passed the reef all was clear +sailing, and a few moments later the boat grated +gently on a sloping beach of dazzling white sand, +and the sailor in the bow leapt ashore and drew +the boat a little way up on the beach. Then they +all jumped out and stood scanning what they +could see of the place for some sign of life other +than that of the signal they had seen from the +ship. This now hung limply down around the +pole, and no sound was to be heard save the lap +of the waves against the reef and an occasional +bird note from the rim of trees that began where +the white sand ended.</p> + +<p>The green trees and vegetation stood out in +sharp relief contrasted with the white beach and +the azure sky, and the three boys felt a tingle of +excitement run through their veins. Here was +just such a setting for adventures and romance as +they had read about often in books, but had hardly<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[150]</a></span> +dared ever hope to see. This might be an island +where Captain Kidd had made his headquarters +and buried priceless treasure, some of which at +that moment might lie under the sand on which +they were standing. The green jungle in front of +them might contain any number of adventures +and hair-raising exploits ready to the hand of +any one who came to seek, and at the thought +the spirits of all three kindled.</p> + +<p>“This is the chance of a lifetime, fellows,” +said Bert, in a low voice, “if we don’t get some +excitement out of this worth remembering, I +think it will be our own fault.”</p> + +<p>“That’s what,” agreed Dick, “why in time +don’t we get busy and do something. We +won’t find the person who put up that signal by +standing here and talking. I want to make a +break for those trees and see what we can find +there.”</p> + +<p>“Same here,” said Tom, “and I guess we’re +going to do something at last, by the looks of +things.”</p> + +<p>Mr. Miller, the second mate, who had been +placed in charge of the party, had indeed arrived +at a decision, and now made it known to the whole +group.</p> + +<p>“I think the best thing we can do,” he said, +“is to skirt the forest there and see if we can +find anything that looks like a path or trail. If<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[151]</a></span> +there’s any living thing on this island it must have +left some sort of a trace.”</p> + +<p>This was done accordingly, and in a short time +they were walking along the edge of the jungle, +each one straining his eyes for any indication of +a trail. At first they met with no success, but +finally Tom gave a whoop. “Here we are,” he +yelled, “here’s a path, or something that looks a +whole lot like one, leading straight into the forest. +Come along, fellows,” and he started on a +run along an almost obliterated trail that everybody +else had overlooked.</p> + +<p>You may be sure Bert and Dick were not far +behind him, and were soon following close on his +heels. After they had gone a short distance in +this reckless fashion they were forced to slow +down on account of the heat, which was overpowering. +Also, as they advanced, the underbrush +became thicker and thicker, and it soon became +difficult to make any progress at all. Great +roots and vines grew in tangled luxuriance across +the path, and more than once one of them tripped +and measured his length on the ground.</p> + +<p>Soon they felt glad to be able to progress even +at a walk, and Bert said, “We want to remember +landmarks that we pass, fellows, so that we +can be sure of finding our way back. It wouldn’t +be very hard to wander off this apology of a +path, and find ourselves lost.”</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[152]</a></span></p> + +<p>“Like the babes in the woods,” supplemented +Dick, with a laugh.</p> + +<p>“Exactly,” grinned Bert, “and I don’t feel +like doing any stunts along that line myself just +at present.”</p> + +<p>These words were hardly out of his mouth +when the path suddenly widened out into a little +opening or glade, and the boys stopped abruptly +to get their bearings.</p> + +<p>“Look! over there, fellows,” said Bert, in an +excited voice. “If I’m not very much mistaken +there’s a hut over there, see, by that big tree—no, +no, you simps, the big one with the wild grape +vine twisted all over it. See it now?”</p> + +<p>It was easy to see that they did, for they both +hurried over toward the little shack at a run, but +Bert had started even before they had, and beat +them to it. They could gather little information +from its contents when they arrived, however. +Inside were a few ragged pieces of clothing, and +in one corner a bed constructed of twigs and +branches. In addition to these there was a rude +chair constructed of boughs of trees, and tied together +with bits of string and twine. It was evident +from this, however, that some civilized person +had at one time inhabited the place, and at +a recent date, too, for otherwise the hut would +have been in a more dilapidated condition than +that in which they found it.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[153]</a></span></p> + +<p>They rummaged around, scattering the materials +of which the bed was constructed to left and +right. Suddenly Tom gave a yell and pounced on +something that he had unearthed.</p> + +<p>“Why don’t you do as I do, pick things up +and look for them afterward?” he said, excitedly.</p> + +<p>“What is it? What did you find?” queried +Bert, who was more inclined to be sure of his +ground before he became enthusiastic. “It looks +a good deal like any other old memorandum +book, as far as I can see.”</p> + +<p>“All right, then, we’ll read it and see what +<i>is</i> in it,” replied Tom. “Why, it’s a record of +somebody’s life on the island here. I suppose +maybe you think that’s nothing to find, huh?”</p> + +<p>Without waiting for a reply he started to read +the mildewed old book, and Bert and Dick read +also, over his shoulder.</p> + +<p>The first entry was dated about a month previous +to the time of reading, and seemed to be simply +a rough jotting down of the important events +in the castaway’s life for future reference. There +were records of the man, whoever he might be, +having found the spring beside which he had built +the hut in which they were now standing; of his +having erected the rude shelter, and a good many +other details.</p> + +<p>The three boys read the scribbled account with<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[154]</a></span> +breathless interest, as Tom turned over page +after page. “Come on, skip over to the last +page,” said Bert at last, “we can read all this +some other time, and I’m crazy to know what happened +to the fellow, whoever he is. Maybe he’s +written that down, too, since he seems to be so +methodical.”</p> + +<p>In compliance with this suggestion, Tom turned +to the last written page of the note-book, and +what the boys read there caused them to gasp. It +was scribbled in a manner that indicated furious +haste, and read as follows:</p> + +<p>“Whoever you are who read this, for heaven’s +sake come to my aid, if it is not too late. Last +night I was awakened by having my throat +grasped in a grip of iron, and before I could even +start to struggle I was bound securely. By the +light of torches held by my captors I could see +that I was captured by a band of black-skinned +savages. After securing me beyond any chance +of escape, they paid little further attention to me, +and held what was apparently a conference regarding +my disposal. Finally they made preparations +to depart, but first cooked a rude meal and +my hands were unbound to enable me to eat. At +the first opportunity I scrawled this account, in the +hope that some party seeing my signal, might by +chance find it, and be able to help me. As the savages +travel I will try to leave some trace of our<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[155]</a></span> +progress, so you can follow us. I only hope—” +but here the message ended suddenly, leaving the +boys to draw their own conclusions as to the rest +of it.</p> + +<p>For a few moments they gazed blankly into +each other’s faces, and uttered never a word. +Bert was the first to break the silence.</p> + +<p>“I guess it’s up to us, fellows,” he said, and +the manly lines of his face hardened. “We’ve +got to do something to help that poor devil, and +the sooner we start the better. According to the +dates in this book it must have been last Thursday +night that he was captured, and this is Monday. +If we hurry we may be able to trace him +up and do something for him before it’s too late.”</p> + +<p>The thought that they themselves might be captured +or meet with a horrible death did not seem +to enter the head of one of them. They simply +saw plainly that it was, as Bert had said, “up to +them” to do the best they could under the circumstances, +and this they proceeded to do without +further loss of time.</p> + +<p>“The first thing to do,” said Bert, “is to scout +around and see if we can find the place where the +savages left the clearing with their prisoner. Then +it will be our own fault if we cannot follow the +trail.”</p> + +<p>This seemed more easily said than done, however, +and it was some time before the three, fretting<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[156]</a></span> +and impatient at the delay, were able to find +any clue. At last Bert gave an exultant whoop +and beckoned the others over to where he stood.</p> + +<p>“I’ll bet any amount of money this is where +they entered the jungle,” he said, exultantly. +“Their prisoner evidently evaded their observation +while they were breaking a path through, and +pinned this on the bush here,” and he held up a +corner of a white linen handkerchief, with the initial +M embroidered on the corner.</p> + +<p>“Gee, I guess you’re right,” agreed Dick. +“Things like that don’t usually grow on bushes. +It ought to be easy for us to trace the party now.”</p> + +<p>This proved to be far from the actual case, +however, and if it had not been for the occasional +scraps of clothing fluttering from a twig or bush +every now and then their search would have probably +ended in failure. So rank and luxuriant is +the jungle growth in tropical climates, that although +in all probability a considerable body of +men had passed that way only a few days before, +practically all trace of their progress was gone. +The thick underbrush grew as densely as ever, and +it would have seemed to one not skilled in woodland +arts that the foot of man had never trod +there. Monkeys chattered in the trees as they +went along, and parrots with rainbow plumage +shot among the lofty branches, uttering raucous +cries. Humming clouds of mosquitoes rose and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[157]</a></span> +gathered about their heads, and added to the heat +to make their journey one of torment.</p> + +<p>Their previous experience as campers now +stood them in good stead, and they read without +much trouble signs of the progress of the party +in front of them that they must surely have missed +otherwise.</p> + +<p>After three hours of dogged plodding, in which +few words were exchanged, Bert said, “I don’t +think we can have very much further to go, fellows. +I remember the captain saying that this +island was not more than a few miles across in +any direction, and we must have traveled some +distance already. We’re bound to stumble on +their camp soon, so we’d better be prepared.”</p> + +<p>“Probably by this time,” said Tom, “the savages +will have returned to the mainland, or some +other island from which they came. I don’t think +it very likely that they live permanently on this +one. It seems too small.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, I thought of that,” said Bert, “but +we’ve got to take our chance on that. If they are +gone, there is nothing else we can do, and we can +say we did our best, anyway.”</p> + +<p>“But what shall we do when we find them?” +asked Tom, after a short pause, “provided, of +course, that our birds haven’t flown.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, we’ll have to see how matters stand, and +make our plans accordingly,” replied Bert. “You<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[158]</a></span> +fellows had better make sure your revolvers are +in perfect order. I have a hunch that we’ll need +them before we get through with this business.”</p> + +<p>Fortunately, before leaving the ship the boys +had, at Bert’s suggestion, strapped on their revolvers, +and each had slipped a handful of cartridges +into their pockets.</p> + +<p>“The chances are a hundred to one we won’t +need them at all,” Bert had said at the time. +“But if anything <i>should</i> come up where we’ll need +them, we’ll probably be mighty glad we brought +them.”</p> + +<p>The boys were very thankful for this now, as +without the trusty little weapons their adventure +would have been sheer madness. As it was, however, +the feel of the compact .45’s was very reassuring, +and they felt that they would at least have +a fighting chance, if worse came to worst, and +they were forced to battle for their lives.</p><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[159]</a></span></p> + + + + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIII" id="CHAPTER_XIII">CHAPTER XIII</a></h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">The Hunting Wolves</span></h3> + + +<p class="cap">They advanced more cautiously now, with +every sense alert to detect the first sign of +any lurking savage. They had not proceeded far +in this manner when Bert, who was slightly in the +lead, motioned with his hand in back of him for +them to stop. This they did, almost holding their +breath the while, trying to make out what Bert +had seen or heard. For several seconds he stood +the very picture of attention and concentration, +and then turned to them.</p> + +<p>“What is it, Bert, do you see anything?” inquired +Dick, in a subdued but tense whisper.</p> + +<p>“Not a thing as yet,” answered Bert, in the +same tone, “but I thought I smelled smoke, and +if I did, there must be a camp-fire of some kind +not very far away. Don’t you fellows smell it?”</p> + +<p>Both sniffed the air, and as a slight breeze suddenly +blew against their faces, Tom said, “Gee, +Bert, I smell it now!”</p> + +<p>“So do I!” said Dick, almost at the same instant, +and the hearts of all three began to beat +hard. They had evidently trailed the party of +savages to their camp, and now they had something<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[160]</a></span> +of the feeling of the lion hunter who suddenly +comes unexpectedly upon his quarry and is +not quite certain what to do with it when cornered. +Needless to say, they had never faced any +situation like this before, and it is not to be wondered +at if they felt a little nervous over attempting +to take a prisoner out from the midst of a +savage camp, not even knowing what might be the +force or numbers of the enemy they would have +to cope with.</p> + +<p>This feeling was but momentary, however, and +almost immediately gave place to a fierce excitement +and a wild exultation at the prospect of danger +and conflict against odds. Each knew the +others to be true and staunch to their heart’s core, +and as much to be relied on as himself. They felt +sure that at least they were capable of doing as +much or more than anybody else under the circumstances, +and so the blood pounded through +their veins and their eyes sparkled and danced as +they drew together to hold a “council of war.”</p> + +<p>There was little to be discussed, however, as +they all three felt that the only thing to do was to +“face the music and see the thing through to the +finish,” as Bert put it.</p> + +<p>Accordingly they shook hands, and drew their +revolvers, so as to be ready for any emergency +at a moment’s notice. Then, with Bert once more +in the lead, they took up their interrupted march.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[161]</a></span> +For all the noise they made, they might have +been the savages themselves. Their early training +in camp and field now proved invaluable, and +not a twig cracked or a leaf rustled at their cautious +approach. Soon a patch of light in front of +them indicated a break in the jungle, and they +crouched double as they advanced. Suddenly +Bert made a quick motion with his hand, and +darted like a streak into the underbrush at the +side of the trail. The others did likewise, and not +a moment too soon. A crackling of the undergrowth +cluttering the path announced the approach +of a considerable body of men, and in a +few moments the boys, from their place of concealment, +where they could look out from the +leafy underbrush with little chance of being seen, +saw a party of eight or ten dusky warriors pass +by, apparently bent on foraging, for each carried +a large bag slung over his shoulder.</p> + +<p>They were big, splendidly built men, but their +faces indicated a very low order of intelligence. +Their features were large, coarse, and brutish, +and the boys were conscious of a shudder passing +over them as they thought of being at the mercy +of such creatures.</p> + +<p>The savages seemed in a good humor just then, +however, for every once in a while they laughed +among themselves, evidently at something humorous +one of them was reciting. It was well for our<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[162]</a></span> +heroes that they were so, for otherwise they could +hardly have failed to notice signs of their recent +presence on the trail. Fortunately this did not +happen, however, and soon they were swallowed +up in the dense jungle.</p> + +<p>Shortly afterward the boys emerged from their +places of concealment, and resumed their slow +advance. They were soon at the edge of the +clearing, and then halted to reconnoitre before +venturing further.</p> + +<p>The savages were encamped in a natural hollow, +and had apparently made arrangements for +quite a protracted visit. They had constructed +rude huts or lean-tos of branches and leaves, scattered +at any place that seemed convenient. Naked +children shouted noisily as they played and rolled +on the green turf, and made such a noise that the +parrots in the woods were frightened, and flew +away with disgusted squawks.</p> + +<p>In the center of the encampment were two huts +evidently constructed with more care than the +others, and around both were squatted sentries +with javelins lying on the ground within easy +reach.</p> + +<p>“I’ll bet any money they are keeping their prisoner +in one of those shacks, fellows,” said Bert, +“but what do you suppose the other one is for? +It looks bigger than the others.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, that’s probably the king’s palace,” said<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[163]</a></span> +Dick. “Compared to the rest of those hovels it +almost looks like one, at that.”</p> + +<p>“That’s what it is, all right,” agreed Tom, +“but how are we going to tell which one is the +prisoner’s, and which the king’s? We don’t want +to go and rescue the wrong one, you know.”</p> + +<p>“No danger of that,” said Bert. “All we’ve +got to do is to lie low a little while and see what’s +going on down there. We’ll find out how matters +stand soon enough.”</p> + +<p>Accordingly, the trio concealed themselves as +best they could, and in whispers took council on +the best means of bringing about the release of +the captive.</p> + +<p>This proved a knotty problem, however, and +for a long while they seemed no nearer its solution. +It was Bert who finally proposed the plan +that they eventually followed.</p> + +<p>“I think,” he said, “that we’d better get the +lay of the land securely in our eye, and then wait +till dark and make our attempt. We haven’t got +any chance otherwise, as far as I can see. It would +be nonsense to rush them in the broad light of +day, for we’d simply be killed or captured ourselves, +and that wouldn’t improve matters much. +There will be a full moon, almost, to-night, and +this clearing isn’t so big but what we might be +able to sneak from the shadow of the trees up +close to the two center huts. Then we could overpower<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[164]</a></span> +the sentries, if we have luck, and smuggle +the prisoner into the woods. Once there, we’ll +have to take our chance of keeping them off with +our revolvers, if they pursue and overtake us. +Can either of you think of a better plan than +that?”</p> + +<p>It seemed that neither could, and so they resolved +to carry out Bert’s. Accordingly, they +kept their positions till the sun gradually sank, +and the shadows began to creep over the little +clearing. The night descended very quickly, however, +as it always does in tropical latitudes, but it +seemed an age to the impatient boys before the +jungle was finally enshrouded in inky shadows, +and it became time for them to make their desperate +attempt. Stealthy rustlings and noises occasionally +approached them as they lay, and more +than once they thought their hiding-place had +been discovered. At last, Bert decided that the +time had come to put their plan into action, and +they rose stealthily from their cramped position. +The prospect of immediate action was like a +strong stimulant to these three tried comrades, +and all thought of danger and possible, nay, even +probable, death, or what might be infinitely worse, +capture, was banished from their minds. They +had often craved adventure, and now they seemed +in a fair way to get their fill of it.</p> + +<p>Quietly as cats they stole around the edge of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[165]</a></span> +the clearing, planting each footstep with infinite +care to avoid any possible sound. Once a loud +shouting arose from the camp, and they made +sure that they were discovered, and grasped their +revolvers tightly, resolved to sell their lives +dearly. It proved to be merely some disturbance +among the savages, however, and they ventured +to breathe again.</p> + +<p>Foot by foot they skirted the clearing, guided +by the fitful and flickering light of the camp-fire, +and finally gained a position in what they judged +was about the rear of the two central huts.</p> + +<p>Now there was nothing to do but wait until the +majority of the camp should fall asleep, and this +proved the most trying ordeal they had yet experienced. +At first groups of boisterous children +approached their place of concealment, and more +than once their hearts leapt into their mouths as +it seemed inevitable that they would be discovered +by them. As luck would have it, however, the +children decided to return to the fire, and so they +escaped at least one peril.</p> + +<p>Gradually the noises of the camp diminished, +and the fire flickered and burnt low. It was now +the turn of the jungle insects, and they struck up +a chorus that seemed deafening. Also, the mosquitoes +issued forth in swarms, and drove the +three boys almost frantic, for they did not dare +to change their positions or make any effort to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[166]</a></span> +ward off the humming pests, as the noise entailed +in doing so would have been almost certain to +betray them.</p> + +<p>There is an end to the longest wait, however, +and at Bert’s low whisper they crept toward the +two huts they had marked in the center of the +village. The moon was not yet high over the +trees, and threw thick patches of inky blackness, +that served our three adventurers well.</p> + +<p>At times they could hardly make out each +other’s forms, so deep were the shadows, and +they breathed a prayer of thankfulness for this +aid.</p> + +<p>The shadows fell at least ten feet short of the +huts, however, and across this open space it was +evident they would have to dash and take their +chances of being seen.</p> + +<p>As they had watched from the woods earlier +in the evening, they had seen that the guard +around the huts consisted of two men for each. +The huts were perhaps forty feet apart, and this +made it possible for them to attack the sentries +guarding the one in which the prisoner was confined +without necessarily giving the alarm to those +about the other shack.</p> + +<p>The boys were near enough to the dusky sentries +now to hear their voices as they exchanged +an occasional guttural remark. Bert touched the +other two lightly, and they stopped. “I’ll take<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[167]</a></span> +the fellow nearest the fire,” he breathed, “you +two land on the other one. Club him with your +revolvers, but whatever you do, don’t let him +make a sound, or we’re gone for sure. Understand?”</p> + +<p>“Sure,” they whispered, and all prepared to do +their parts. At a whispered word from Bert, they +dashed with lightning speed across the patch of +moonlight, and before the astonished sentries +could utter a cry were upon them like so many +whirlwinds. Bert grasped the man he had selected +by the throat, and dealt him a stunning +blow on the head with the butt of his revolver. +The blow would have crushed the skull of any +white man, but it seemed hardly to stun the thickheaded +savage. He wriggled and squirmed, and +Bert felt his arm go back toward the sash round +his waist, feeling for the wicked knife that these +savages always wore.</p> + +<p>Bert dared not let go of his opponent’s throat, +as he knew that one cry would probably ring their +death knell. He retained his grasp on his enemy’s +windpipe, therefore, but dropped his revolver +and grasped the fellow’s wrist. They wrestled +and swayed, writhing this way and that, but +fortunately the soft moss and turf under them +deadened the sound of their struggles.</p> + +<p>Bert had met his match that night, however, +and, strain as he might, he felt his opponent’s<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[168]</a></span> +hand creeping nearer and nearer the deadly knife. +He realized that his strength could not long withstand +the terrific strain put upon it, and he resolved +to make one last effort to beat the savage +at his own game. Releasing the fellow’s sinewy +wrist, he made a lightning-like grasp for the hilt +of the knife, and his fingers closed over it a fraction +of a second ahead of those of the black man. +Eluding the latter’s frantic grasp at his wrist, he +plunged the keen and heavy knife into the shoulder +of his opponent. Something thick and warm +gushed over his hand, and he felt the muscles of +his enemy go weak. Whether dead or unconscious +only, he was for the time being harmless. Bert +himself was so exhausted that for a few moments +he lay stretched at full length on the earth, unable +to move or think.</p> + +<p>In a few moments his strong vitality asserted +itself, however, and he gathered strength enough +to go to the assistance of his comrades. It was +not needed, though, for they had already choked +the remaining guard into unconsciousness.</p> + +<p>They waited a few moments breathlessly, to +see if the noise, little as it had been, had aroused +the rest of the camp. Apparently it had not, and +they resolved to enter the hut without further loss +of time.</p> + +<p>This was accomplished with little difficulty, and +they were soon standing in the interior of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[169]</a></span> +shack, which was black as any cave. The boys +had feared that there would be another guard in +the place, who might give the alarm before he +could be overpowered, but they now saw that this +fear had been groundless.</p> + +<p>A torch, stuck in a chink in the wall, smoked +and flared, and by its uncertain light they could +make out the form of a man bound securely to +one of the corner posts. He gazed at them without +saying a word, and seemed unable to believe +the evidence of his senses.</p> + +<p>“What—what—how—” he stammered, but +Bert cut him short.</p> + +<p>“Never mind talking now, old man,” he said. +“It’s a long story, and we’d better not wait to +talk now. We’re here, but it remains to be seen +if we ever get away, or become candidates for a +cannibal feast ourselves.”</p> + +<p>“How did you get past the sentries?” asked +the prisoner.</p> + +<p>“Well, we didn’t wait to get their consent, you +can bet on that,” returned Bert, “and I don’t +think, now that we <i>are</i> here, that they’ll offer any +objections to our leaving, either. But now, it’s +up to us to get you untied, and make a quick sneak. +Somebody’s liable to come snooping around here +almost any time, I suppose.”</p> + +<p>“You may be sure we can’t leave any too soon +to suit me,” said the captive. “I believe, from<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[170]</a></span> +all that I have been able to gather from their actions, +that I was to furnish the material for a meal +for the tribe to-morrow. They’re head hunters +and cannibals, and the more space I put between +them and me the better I shall be pleased.”</p> + +<p>While he had been speaking, the boys had been +busily engaged in cutting the cords that bound +him, and now they assisted him to his feet. He +had been bound in one position so long, however, +that he could hardly stand at first, and Bert began +to fear that he would not be able to move. +After a few moments, however, his powers began +to come back to him, and in a few minutes he +seemed able to walk.</p> + +<p>“All right, fellows, I guess we won’t wait to +pay our respects to the king,” said Bert. “Let’s +get started. Do you feel able to make a dash +now?” he inquired, addressing the erstwhile +prisoner.</p> + +<p>The latter signified that he was, and they prepared +to leave without further discussion. When +they got outside, they found that they were favored +by a great piece of good fortune. The +moon was now in such a position that it threw the +shadow of a particularly tall tree almost to the +hut, and they quickly made for the welcome security +it offered. They made as little noise as possible, +but their companion was less expert in the +ways of the woods than they, and more than once<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[171]</a></span> +slipped and fell, making a disturbance that the +boys felt sure would be heard by someone in the +camp.</p> + +<p>Fate was kind to them, however, and at last +they reached the shelter of the woods without apparently +having given the savages any cause for +suspicion. Once well in the jungle, they felt justified +in making more speed without bothering so +much about the noise. After a little trouble they +found the trail that they had followed to the +camp, and started back toward the coast with the +best speed they could muster.</p> + +<p>In the dense shadows cast by the arching trees +they could hardly see a foot ahead of them, and +continually stumbled, tripped, and fell over the +roots and creepers in their path.</p> + +<p>Their progress became like a horrible nightmare, +in which one is unable to make any headway +in fleeing from a pursuing danger, no matter +how hard one tries. They were haunted by the +fear of hearing the yell of the savages in pursuit, +for they knew that if they were overtaken, here +in the narrow path, in pitch darkness, they would +be slaughtered by an unseen enemy without the +chance to fight. The experienced savages could +come at them from all sides through the forest, +and have them at a terrible disadvantage.</p> + +<p>“If we can only make that rocky little hill we +passed coming to this infernal place, fellows,”<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[172]</a></span> +panted Bert, “we can stay there till daylight, and +at least make a fight for our lives. If they should +catch us here now, they could butcher us like +rats in a trap.”</p> + +<p>In compliance with these words, they made desperate +efforts to hurry their pace, and were beginning +to pluck up hope. Suddenly their hearts +stood still, and then began to beat furiously.</p> + +<p>Far behind them in the mysterious, deadly jungle, +they heard a weird, eerie shrill cry.</p> + +<p>“What was it? What was it?” whispered +Tom, in a low, horror-struck voice.</p> + +<p>The man whom they had freed made one or +two efforts to speak, but his words refused to +come at first. Then he said, in a dry, hard voice, +“I know what it is. That was the cry their hunting +wolves give when they are on the trail of their +quarry. May heaven help us now, for we are +dead men.”</p> + +<p>“Hunting wolves?” said Bert, in a strained +voice, “what do you mean?”</p> + +<p>“They’re three big wolves the savages captured +at some time, and they have trained them +to help run down game in the hunt, the same as +we have trained dogs. Only these brutes are far +worse than any dog, and a thousand times more +savage. If they get us—” but here his voice +trailed down into silence, for again they heard +that fierce cry, but this time much nearer.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[173]</a></span></p> + +<p>The little party broke into a desperate run, and +blundered blindly, frantically forward. The mysterious, +danger-breathing jungle surrounding +them on every side, the horrible pursuit closing in +on them from behind, caused their hair to rise +with an awful terror that lent wings to their feet. +They stumbled, fell, picked themselves and each +other up again, and hastened madly forward in +their wild race.</p> + +<p>“If we can only make it, if we can only make +it,” Bert repeated over and over to himself, while +the breath came in great sobbing gasps from between +his lips. He was thinking of their one last +chance of safety—the little knoll that he had +marked as they followed the savages’ trail the previous +day as a possible retreat if they were pursued.</p> + +<p>Loud and weird came the baying of the beasts +on their trail, but Bert, straining his eyes ahead, +could make out a little patch of moonlight through +the trees.</p> + +<p>“Faster, fellows, faster,” he gasped. “A little +further, and we’ll be there. Faster, faster!”</p> + +<p>With a last despairing effort they dashed into +the clearing, which was flooded with silvery moonlight. +Now, at least, they would be able to see +and fight, and their natural courage came back to +them.</p> + +<p>“Get up on that big rock in the center!” yelled<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[174]</a></span> +Bert, “for your lives, do you hear me? for your +lives!”</p> + +<p>They scrambled madly up the huge boulder, +Bert helping them and being pulled up last by +Dick and Tom. Dropping on the flat top of the +rock, perhaps seven or eight feet from the ground, +they drew their revolvers and faced toward the +opening in the trees from which they had dashed +a few moments before.</p> + +<p>Nor had they long to wait. From the jungle +rushed three huge wolves, forming such a spectacle +as none of the little party ever forgot to his +dying day. The hair bristled on their necks and +backs, and foam dropped from their jaws. As +they broke from the line of trees they gave utterance +once more to their blood-curdling bay, but +then caught sight of the men grouped on the big +boulder, and in terrible silence made straight for +them.</p> + +<p>Without stopping they made a leap up the +steep sides of the rock. Almost at the same instant +the three revolvers barked viciously, and +one big brute dropped back, biting horribly at his +ribs, and then running around the little glade in +circles. The other two scrambled madly at the +rock, trying to get a foothold, and one grasped +Dick’s shoe in his teeth. A second later, however, +and before his jaws even had a chance to +close, the three guns spoke at once, and the animal<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[175]</a></span> +dropped quivering back upon the ground. +The third beast seemed somewhat daunted by the +fate of his comrades, and was moreover wounded +slightly himself. He dropped back and took up +a position about ten feet from the boys’ place of +refuge, and throwing back his head, gave utterance +to a dismal howl. Faintly, as though answering +him, the boys heard a yell, that they +knew could be caused by none but the savages +themselves.</p> + +<p>It seemed hopeless to fight against such odds, +but these young fellows were not made of the +stuff that gives up easily. Where the spirit of +others might have sunk under such repeated trials, +theirs only became more stubborn and more determined +to overcome the heavy odds fate had +meted out to them.</p> + +<p>Taking careful aim Bert fired at the remaining +wolf, and his bullet fulfilled its mission. The +brute dropped without a quiver, and Bert slid to +the ground.</p> + +<p>“Come on, fellows,” he yelled, “get busy here +and help me build a fort. We’ve got to roll some +of these rocks into position in a little less than no +time, so we can give them an argument when they +arrive.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, what’s the use?” said the man whom +they had rescued, in a hopeless voice. “We +haven’t got any chance against them. We might<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[176]</a></span> +as well surrender first as last, and take our chances +of escaping afterward.”</p> + +<p>“Why, man, what are you talking about?” +said Dick, scornfully. “You don’t think we’re +going to give in without a struggle, do you, when +we have some shelter here and guns in our hands? +Not on your life, we won’t, and don’t you forget +it.”</p> + +<p>“Well, I was just giving you my opinion, that’s +all,” said the man, who, it must be confessed, +spoke in a rather shamefaced manner. “We’re +sure to be butchered if we follow out your plan, +though, mark my words.”</p> + +<p>“Well, we’ll at least send some of them to their +last accounting before they do get to us,” said +Bert. “Step lively, now, and help us, instead of +talking in that fool way.”</p> + +<p>While this talk had been going on the boys had +rolled several big boulders up against the one +that had already offered them such timely aid, in +such a manner as to form a little enclosed space +or fort. In their excitement and pressing need +they accomplished feats of strength that under +ordinary circumstances they would not even have +attempted or believed possible.</p> + +<p>Soon they had made every preparation they +could think of, and with set teeth and a resolve to +fight to the last gasp waited the coming of the +pursuing cannibals.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[177]</a></span></p> + +<p>Soon they could hear them rushing through the +forest, exchanging deep-throated cries, and a few +moments later they burst into the clearing. When +they saw the preparations that had been made for +their reception, however, they paused, and some +pointed excitedly toward the three dead wolves. +It was evident that they had been more prepared +to see the mangled bodies of their erstwhile prisoner +and his rescuers, rather than what they actually +did find.</p> + +<p>Bert, seeing that they were disconcerted, decided +to open hostilities. With a wild yell, he +started firing his revolver toward the closely-grouped +savages, taking careful aim with each +shot. A much poorer shot than Bert would have +had difficulty in missing such a mark, and every +bullet took deadly effect.</p> + +<p>All at once panic seemed to seize on the savages, +and they rushed madly back into the jungle. +Of course, Bert wasted no more valuable ammunition +firing at an unseen enemy, and a breathless +hush fell over the scene.</p> + +<p>At first the little party expected the savages to +renew the conflict, but the time wore slowly on +and nothing of the kind happened. They kept a +keen lookout to guard against a surprise, but none +was attempted.</p> + +<p>At length dawn broke, and the sun had never +been so welcome to the boys as it was then.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[178]</a></span> +In the light of day their experience seemed like +an awful dream, or would have seemed so, had it +not been for the bodies of the three wolves.</p> + +<p>The besieged party held a “pow-wow,” and as +it was clear that they could not stay where they +were indefinitely, they decided to make a break +for the ship without further delay.</p> + +<p>After a careful reconnoitering of the path, they +ventured into it with many misgivings, but could +see no sign of the head hunters. They made the +best possible speed, and it was not very long before +they reached the beach.</p> + +<p>Needless to say, the whole ship’s company had +been greatly worried over their absence, but their +relief was correspondingly great at their safe return. +The captain had reinforced Mr. Miller’s +complement of men with orders to go in search of +the three boys as soon as morning broke. He was +prepared to hold them strictly to account for what +he thought their rashness, but repressed his censure +when he heard their story. The boat was +swung inboard, the <i>Fearless</i> gathered way, and +the island receding to a point was soon lost to +sight in the distance.</p><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[179]</a></span></p> + + + + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIV" id="CHAPTER_XIV">CHAPTER XIV</a></h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">The Land of Surprises</span></h3> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="id0 cap">“Better fifty years of Europe<br /></span> +<span class="id0">Than a cycle of Cathay,”<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">murmured Dick, yielding once more to his chronic +habit of quotation.</p> + +<p>They had reached the gateway of Southern +China and cast anchor in the harbor of Hong-Kong. +It had been a day of great bustle and confusion, +and all hands had been kept busy from +the time the anchor chain rattled in the hawse-hole +until dusk began to creep over the waters of +the bay. The great cranes had groaned with +their loads as they swung up the bales and boxes +from the hold and transferred them to the lighters +that swarmed about the sides of the <i>Fearless</i>. +The passengers, eager once more to be on <i>terra +firma</i> after the long voyage, had gone ashore, and +the boat was left to the officers and crew. These +had been kept on board by the manifold duties +pertaining to their position, but were eagerly +looking forward to the morrow, when the coveted<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[180]</a></span> +shore leave would be granted in relays to the +crew, while the officers would be free to go and +come almost as they pleased. It was figured that +even with the greatest expedition in discharging +cargo and taking on the return shipments for the +“States,” it would be nearly or quite a week before +they began their return journey, and they +promised themselves in that interval to make the +most of their stay in this capital of the Oriental +commercial world.</p> + +<p>Now, as dusk fell over the waters, the boys sat +at the rail and gazed eagerly at the strange sights +that surrounded them. The harbor was full of +shipping gathered from the four quarters of the +world. On every side great liners lay, ablaze +with light from every cabin and porthole. Native +junks darted about saucily here and there, +while queer yellow faces looked up at them from +behind the mats and lateen-rigged sails. The unforgettable +smells of an Eastern harbor assailed +their nostrils. The high pitched nasal chatter of +the boatmen wrangling or jesting, was unlike anything +they had ever before heard or imagined. +Everything was so radically different from all +their previous experiences that it seemed as though +they must have kneeled on the magic carpet of +Solomon and been transported bodily to a new +world.</p> + +<p>Before them lay the city itself glowing with<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[181]</a></span> +myriad lights. The British concession with its +splendid buildings, its immense official residences, +its broad boulevards, might have been a typical +European city set down in these strange Oriental +surroundings. But around and beyond this lay +the real China, almost as much untouched and +uninfluenced by these modern developments as it +had been for centuries. Great hills surrounded +the city on every side, and temples and pagodas +uprearing their quaint sloping roofs indicated the +location of the original native quarters. In the +distance they could see the lights of the little +cable railway that carried passengers to the +heights from which they could obtain a magnificent +view of the harbor and the surrounding +country.</p> + +<p>The ship’s doctor had come up just as Dick had +finished his quotation.</p> + +<p>“Yes,” he assented, as he lit a fresh cigar and +drew his chair into the center of the group. “The +poet might have gone further than that and intimated +that even one year of Europe would be better +than a ‘cycle of Cathay.’ There’s more progress +ordinarily in a single year among Europeans +than there is here in twenty centuries.”</p> + +<p>They gladly made room for him. The doctor +was a general favorite and a cosmopolitan in all +that that word implies. He seemed to have been +everywhere and seen everything. In the course<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[182]</a></span> +of his profession he had been all over the world, +and knew it in every nook and corner. He had a +wealth of interesting experiences, and had the gift +of telling them, when in congenial company, in so +vivid and graphic a way, that it made the hearer +feel as though he himself had taken part in the +events narrated.</p> + +<p>“Of course,” went on the doctor, “it all depends +on the point of view. If progress is a good +thing, we have the advantage of the Chinese. If +it is a bad thing, they have the advantage of us. +Now, they say it is a bad thing. With them ‘whatever +is is right.’ Tradition is everything. What +was good enough for their parents is good enough +for them. They live entirely in the past. They +cultivate the ground in the same way and with +the same implements that their fathers did two +thousand years ago. To change is to offend the +gods. All modern inventions are devices of the +devil. Every event in their whole existence is +governed by cut and dried rules. From the moment +of birth to that of death, life moves along +one fixed groove. They don’t want railroads or +telephones or phonographs or machinery or anything +else that to us seems a necessity of life. +Whatever they have of these has been forced +upon them by foreigners. A little while ago they +bought up a small railroad that the French had +built, paid a big advance on the original price, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[183]</a></span> +then threw rails and locomotives into the sea.”</p> + +<p>“Even our ‘high finance’ railroad wreckers in +Wall Street wouldn’t go quite as far as that,” +laughed Tom.</p> + +<p>“No,” smiled the doctor, “they’d do it just as +effectively, but in a different way.”</p> + +<p>“And yet,” interposed Dick, “the Chinese +don’t seem to me to be a stupid race. We had one +or two in our College and they were just as bright +as anyone there.”</p> + +<p>“They’re not stupid by any means,” replied the +doctor. “There was a time, thousands of years +ago, when they were the very leaders of civilization. +They had their inventors and their experimenters. +Why, they found out all about gunpowder +and printing and the mariner’s compass, when +Europe was sunk in the lowest depths of ignorance. +At that time, the intellect of the people +was active and productive. But then they seem +to have had a stroke of paralysis, and they’ve +never gotten over it.”</p> + +<p>“It always seemed to me,” said Bert, “that +‘Alice in Wonderland’ should really have been +called ‘Alice in China-land.’ She and her mad +hatter and the March hare and the Cheshire cat +would certainly have felt at home here.”</p> + +<p>“True enough,” rejoined the doctor. “It isn’t +without reason that this has been called ‘Topsy-turvy’ +land.”</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[184]</a></span></p> + +<p>“For instance,” he went on, “you could never +get into a Chinaman’s head what Shakespeare +meant when he said: ‘A rose by any other name +would smell as sweet.’ The roses in China have +no fragrance.</p> + +<p>“Take some other illustrations. When we +give a banquet, the guest of honor is seated at the +right of the host as a special mark of distinction. +In China, he is placed at the left. If you meet a +friend in the street, out goes your hand in greeting. +The Chinaman shakes hands with himself. +If an American or European is perplexed about +anything he scratches his head. When the Chinaman +is puzzled, he scratches his foot.”</p> + +<p>The comicality of this idea was too much for +the gravity of the boys—never very hard to upset +at any time—and they roared with laughter. +Their laugh was echoed more moderately by Captain +Manning, who, relieved at last of the many +duties attendant upon the first day in port, had +come up behind them and now joined the group. +The necessity of keeping up the strain and dignity +of his official position had largely disappeared +with the casting of the anchor, and it was more +with the easy democracy and good fellowship of +the ordinary passenger that he joined in the conversation.</p> + +<p>“They have another queer custom in China +that bears right on the doctor’s profession,” he<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[185]</a></span> +said, with a sly twinkle in his eye. “Here they +employ a doctor by the year, but they only pay +him as long as the employer keeps well. The +minute he gets sick, the doctor’s salary ceases, and +he has to work like sixty to get him well in a +hurry, so that his pay may be resumed.”</p> + +<p>“Well,” retorted the doctor, “I don’t know +but they have the better of us there. It is certainly +an incentive to get the patient well at once, +instead of spinning out the case for the sake of a +bigger fee. I know a lot of fashionable doctors +whose income would go down amazingly if that +system were introduced in America.”</p> + +<p>“You’ll find, too,” said the captain, “that the +Chinaman’s idea of what is good to eat is almost +as different from ours as their other conceptions. +There’s just about one thing in which they agree +with us, and that is on the question of pork. They +are very fond of this, and you have all read, no +doubt, the story told by Charles Lamb of the Chinese +peasant whose cabin was burned, together +with a pig who had shared it with the family. His +despair at the loss of the pig was soon turned to +rejoicing when he smelled the savory odor of +roast pork and learned for the first time how good +it was. But, outside of that, we don’t have much +in common. They care very little for beef or mutton. +To make up for this, however, they have +made a good many discoveries in the culinary line<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[186]</a></span> +that they regard as delicacies, but that you won’t +find in any American cook book. Rats and mice +and edible birds’ nests and shark fins are served +in a great variety of ways, and those foreigners +who have had the courage to wade through the +whole Chinese bill of fare say it is surprising to +find out how good it is. After all, you can get +used to anything, and we Europeans and Americans +are becoming broader in our tastes than we +used to be. Horse meat is almost as common as +beef in Berlin; dogs are not disdained in some +parts of France, and only the other day I read of +a banquet in Paris where they served stuffed angleworms +and pronounced them good.”</p> + +<p>“I imagine it will be a good while, however, +before we get to the point where rats and mice +are served in our restaurants,” said Tom, with a +grimace.</p> + +<p>“Yes,” rejoined the captain, “we’ll probably +draw the line there and never step over it. But +you’ll have a chance pretty soon to sample Chinese +cooking, and if you ask no questions and eat +what is set before you, you will probably find it +surprisingly good. ‘What the eye doesn’t see the +heart doesn’t grieve over,’ you know. And when +you come to the desserts, you will find that there +are no finer sweetmeats in the world than those +served at Chinese tables.”</p> + +<p>“Another thing that seems queer to us Western<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[187]</a></span> +people,” said the doctor, “is their idea of the +seat of intellect. We regard it as the head. They +place it in the stomach. If the Chinaman gets off +what he thinks to be a witty thing, he pats his +stomach in approval.”</p> + +<p>“I suppose when his head is cut off, he still goes +on thinking,” grinned Tom.</p> + +<p>“That wouldn’t phase a Chinaman for a minute,” +answered the doctor. “He’d retort by asking +you if you’d go on thinking if they cut you in +half.”</p> + +<p>“Then, if you wanted to praise a Chinese author, +I suppose, instead of alluding to his ‘bulging +brow,’ it would be good form to refer to his +‘bulging stomach,’” laughed Ralph.</p> + +<p>“Gee,” put in Tom, “if that were so, I’ve seen +some fat people in the side shows at the circus +that would have it all over Socrates.”</p> + +<p>“There’s one thing,” went on the doctor, +“where they set us an example that we well might +follow, and that is in the tolerance they have for +the religious views of other people. There isn’t +any such thing as persecution or ostracism in +China on the score of religious belief. There are +three or four religions and all are viewed with +approval and kindly toleration. A man, for instance, +will meet several strangers in the course +of business or of travel, and they will fall into +conversation. It is etiquette to ask the religious<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[188]</a></span> +belief of your new acquaintances, so our Chinaman +asks the first of them: ‘Of what religion are +you?’ ‘I practice the maxims of Confucius,’ is +the response. ‘Very good, and you?’ turning to +the second. ‘I am a follower of Lao-tze.’ The +third answers that he is a Buddhist, and the first +speaker winds up the conversation on this point +by shaking hands—with himself—and genially +remarking: ‘Ah, well, we are all brothers after +all.’”</p> + +<p>“They certainly have the edge on us there,” +remarked Bert. “I wish we had a little of that +spirit in our own country. We could stand a lot +more of it than we have.”</p> + +<p>“Outside of the question of religion, however,” +went on the doctor, “we might think that they +carry politeness too far to suit our mode of thinking. +If you should meet a friend and ask after +the health of his family, you would be expected +to say something like this: ‘And how is your brilliant +and distinguished son, the light of your eyes +and future hope of your house, getting on?’ To +this your friend would probably reply: ‘That low +blackguard and detestable dog that for my sorrow +is called my son is in good health, but does +not deserve that your glorious highness should +deign to ask about him.’”</p> + +<p>“You will notice,” said the captain when the +laugh had subsided, “that the doctor uses the son<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[189]</a></span> +as an illustration. The poor daughter wouldn’t +even be inquired about. She is regarded as her +father’s secret sorrow, inflicted upon him by a +malignant decree of fate. In a commercial sense, +the boy is an asset; the girl is a liability. You +hear it said sometimes, with more or less conviction, +that the world we live in is a ‘man’s world.’ +However that may be modified or denied elsewhere, +it is the absolute truth as regards China. +If the scale of a nation’s civilization is measured +by the way it treats its women,—and I believe +this to be true,—then the Celestial Kingdom ranks +among the very lowest. From the time she comes, +unwelcomed, into the world, until, unmourned, she +leaves it, her life is not worth living. She is the +slave of the household, and, in the field, she pulls +the plough while the man holds the handles. In +marriage, she is disposed of without the slightest +reference to her own wishes, but wholly at the +whim of her parents, and often sees the bridegroom’s +face for the first time when he comes to +take her to his own house. There she is as much a +slave as before. Her husband can divorce her +for the most flimsy reasons and she has no redress. +No, it isn’t ‘peaches and cream’ to be a +woman in China.”</p> + +<p>“It doesn’t seem exactly a paradise of suffragettes,” +murmured Ralph.</p> + +<p>“No,” interjected Tom, “the Government<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[190]</a></span> +here doesn’t have to concern itself about ‘hunger +strikes’ or ‘forcible feeding.’”</p> + +<p>“To atone to some extent for this hateful feature +of family life,” said the doctor, “they have +another that is altogether admirable, and that is +the respect shown to parents. In no country of +the world is filial reverence so fully displayed as +here. A disobedient son is almost unthinkable, +and a murderer would scarcely be regarded with +more disapproval. From birth to old age, the +son looks upon his father with humility and reverence, +and worships him as a god after he is +dead. There is nothing of the flippancy with +which we are too familiar in our own country. +With us the ‘child is father of the man,’ or, if +he isn’t, he wants to be. Here the man always +remains the father of the child.”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said Bert, “I remember in Bill Nye’s +story of his early life he says that at the age of +four ‘he took his parents by the hand and led +them out to Colorado.’”</p> + +<p>“And that’s no joke,” put in the captain. “All +the foreigners that visit our country are struck by +the independent attitude of children to their +parents.”</p> + +<p>“Another thing we have to place to the credit +of this remarkable people,” he went on, “is their +love for education. The scholar is held in universal +esteem. The road to learning is also the road +to the highest honors of the State. Every position<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[191]</a></span> +is filled by competitive examinations, and the +one who has the highest mark gets the place. Of +course their idea of education is far removed +from ours. There is no attempt to develop the +power of original thinking, but simply to become +familiar with the teaching and wisdom of the +past. Still, with all its defects, it stands for the +highest that the nation knows, and they crown +with laurels the men who rise to the front rank. +Of course they wouldn’t compare for a moment +with the great scholars of the Western world. +Still, you know, ‘in a nation of the blind, the one-eyed +man is king,’ and their scholars stand out +head and shoulders above the general level, and +are reverenced accordingly.”</p> + +<p>“I suppose that system of theirs explains why +the civil service in our own country is slightingly +referred to as the ‘Chinese’ civil service by disgruntled +politicians,” said Ralph.</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said the captain, “and speaking of politicians, +our Chinese friends could give us cards +and spades and beat us out at that game. They’re +the smoothest and slickest set of grafters in the +world. Why, the way they work it here would +make our ward politicians turn green with envy. +We’re only pikers compared with these fellows. +Graft is universal all through China. It taints +every phase of the national life. Justice is bought +and sold like any commodity and with scarcely a +trace of shame or concealment. The only concern<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[192]</a></span> +the mandarin has with the case brought before +him is as to which side will make him the richest +present. It is a case of the longest purse and little +else. Then after a man has been sent to prison, +the jailer must be paid to make his punishment as +light as possible. If he is condemned to death, +the executioner must be paid to do his work as +painlessly and quickly as he can. At every turn +and corner the grafter stands with his palm held +out, and unless you grease it well you might as +well abandon your cause at the start. You’re certainly +foredoomed to failure.”</p> + +<p>“Well,” said Bert, “we’re badly enough off at +home in the matter of graft, but at least we have +some ‘chance for our white alley’ when we go +into a court of justice.”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” assented the doctor, “of course a long +purse doesn’t hurt there, as everywhere else. +But, in the main, our judges are beyond the coarse +temptation of money bribes. We’ve advanced a +good deal from the time of Sir Francis Bacon, +that ‘brightest, wisest, <i>meanest</i> of mankind,’ who +not only accepted presents from suitors in cases +brought before him, but had the nerve to write a +pamphlet justifying the practice and claiming that +it didn’t affect his judgment.”</p> + +<p>“What do you think of the present revolution +in China, doctor?” asked Dick. “Will it bring the +people more into sympathy with our way of looking +at things?”</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[193]</a></span></p> + +<p>He shook his head skeptically.</p> + +<p>“No,” he answered, “to be frank I don’t. Between +us and the Chinese there is a great gulf +fixed, and I don’t believe it will ever be bridged. +The Caucasian and Mongolian races are wholly +out of sympathy. We look at everything from +opposite sides of the shield. We can no more mix +than oil and water.</p> + +<p>“The white races made a mistake,” he went on +and the boys detected in his voice a strain of sombre +foreboding, “when they drew China out of +its shell and forced it to come in contact with the +modern world. It was a hermit nation and wanted +to remain so. All it asked was to be let alone. +It was a sleeping giant. Why did we wake him +up unless we wanted to tempt fate and court destruction?</p> + +<p>“Not only that, but the giant had forgotten +how to fight. We’re teaching him how just as +fast as we can, and even sending European officers +to train and lead his armies. The giant’s +club was rotten and wormeaten. In its place, +we’re giving him Gatling guns and rifled artillery, +the finest in the world. We have forgotten +that Mongol armies have already overrun the +world and that they may do it again. We’re like +the fisherman in the ‘Arabian Nights’ who found +a bottle on the shore and learned that it held a +powerful genii. As long as he kept the bottle +corked he was safe. But he was foolish enough<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[194]</a></span> +to take out the cork, and the genii, escaping, became +as big as a mountain, and couldn’t be +squeezed back into the bottle. We’ve pulled the +cork that held the Chinese genii and we’ll never +get him back again. Think of four hundred million +people, a third of the population of the world, +conscious of their strength, equipped with modern +arms, trained in the latest tactics, able to live on +practically nothing, moving over Europe like a +swarm of devastating locusts! When some Chinese +Napoleon—and he may be already born—finds +such an army at his back—God help +Europe!”</p> + +<p>He spoke with feeling, and a silence fell upon +them as they looked over the great city, and +thought of the thousands of miles and countless +millions of inhabitants that lay beyond. Did they +hear in imagination the gathering of shadowy +hosts, the tread of marching armies, and the distant +thunder of artillery? Or did they dimly +sense with that mysterious clairvoyance sometimes +vouchsafed to men that in a few days they +themselves would be at death grip with that invisible +“yellow peril” and barely win out with +their lives?</p> + +<p>Dick shivered, though the night was warm.</p> + +<p>“Come along, fellows,” he said, as the captain +and doctor walked away. “Let’s go to bed.”</p><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[195]</a></span></p> + + + + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XV" id="CHAPTER_XV">CHAPTER XV</a></h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">The Dragon’s Claws</span></h3> + + +<p class="cap">The next morning the boys were up bright +and early, ready for their trip through the +city.</p> + +<p>“By George,” said Dick, “I have to pinch myself +to realize that we’re really in China at last. +Until a month ago I never dreamed of seeing it. +As a matter of course I had hoped and expected +to go to Europe and possibly take in Egypt. That +seemed the regulation thing to do and it was the +limit of my traveling ambition. But as regards +Asia, I’ve never quite gotten over the feeling I +had when I was a kid. Then I thought that if I +dug a hole through the center of the earth I’d +come to China, and, since they were on the under +side of the world, I’d find the people walking +around upside down.”</p> + +<p>“Well,” laughed Bert, “they’re upside down, +sure enough, mentally and morally, but physically +they don’t seem to be having any rush of +blood to the head.”</p> + +<p>An electric launch was at hand, but they preferred +to take one of the native sampans that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[196]</a></span> +darted in and out among the shipping looking for +passengers. They hailed one and it came rapidly +to the side.</p> + +<p>“See those queer little eyes on each side of the +bow,” said Tom. “I wonder what they’re for?”</p> + +<p>“Why, so that the boat can see where it is going,” +replied Dick. “You wouldn’t want it to go +it blind and bump head first into the side, would +you?”</p> + +<p>“And this in a nation that invented the mariner’s +compass,” groaned Tom. “How are the +mighty fallen!”</p> + +<p>“And even that points to the south in China, +while everywhere else it points to the north. Can +you beat it?” chimed in Ralph.</p> + +<p>“Even their names are contradictions,” said +Bert. “This place was originally called ‘Hiang-Kiang,’ +‘the place of sweet waters.’ But do you +catch any whiff here that reminds you of ottar of +roses or the perfume wafted from ‘Araby the +blest?’”</p> + +<p>“Well, not so you could notice it,” responded +Ralph, as the awful smells of the waterside forced +themselves on their unwilling nostrils.</p> + +<p>They speedily reached the shore and handed +double fare to the parchment-faced boatman, who +chattered volubly.</p> + +<p>“What do you suppose he’s saying?” asked +Tom.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[197]</a></span></p> + +<p>“Heaven knows,” returned Ralph; “thanking +us, probably. And yet he may be cursing us as +‘foreign devils,’ and consigning us to perdition. +That’s one of the advantages of speaking in the +toughest language on earth for an outsider to +master.”</p> + +<p>“It is fierce, isn’t it?” assented Bert. “I’ve +heard that it takes about seven years of the hardest +kind of study to learn to speak or read it, and +even then you can’t do it any too well. Some +simply can’t learn it at all.”</p> + +<p>“Well,” said Tom, “I can’t conceive of any +worse punishment than to have to listen to it, let +alone speak it. Good old United States for +mine.”</p> + +<p>At the outset they found themselves in the English +quarter. It was a splendid section of the city, +with handsome buildings and well-kept streets, +and giving eloquent testimony to the colonizing +genius of the British empire. Here England had +entrenched herself firmly, and from this as a +point of departure, her long arm stretched out +to the farthest limits of the Celestial Kingdom. +She had made the place a modern Gibraltar, dominating +the waters of the East as its older prototype +held sway over the Mediterranean. Everywhere +there were evidences of the law and order +and regulated liberty that always accompany the +Union Jack, and that explains why a little island<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[198]</a></span> +in the Western Ocean rules a larger part of the +earth’s surface than any other power.</p> + +<p>“We’ve certainly got to hand it to the English,” +said Ralph. “They’re the worst hated nation +in Europe, and yet as colonizers the whole +world has to take off its hat to them. Look at +Egypt and India and Canada and Australia and +a score of smaller places. No wonder that Webster +was impressed by it when he spoke of the +‘drum-beat that, following the sun and keeping +pace with the hours, encircled the globe with the +martial airs of England.’”</p> + +<p>“It’s queer, too, why it is so,” mused Bert. +“If they were specially genial and adaptable, you +could understand it. But, as a rule, they’re cold +and arrogant and distant, and they don’t even try +to get in touch with the people they rule. Now +the French are far more sympathetic and flexible, +but, although they have done pretty well in Algiers +and Tonquin and Madagascar, they don’t +compare with the British as colonizers.”</p> + +<p>“Well,” rejoined Ralph, “I suppose the real +explanation lies in their tenacity and their sense +of justice. They may be hard but they are just, +and the people after a while realize that their +right to life and property will be protected, and +that in their courts the poor have almost an equal +chance with the rich. But when all’s said and +done, I guess we’ll simply have to say that they<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[199]</a></span> +have the genius for colonizing and let it go at +that.”</p> + +<p>“Speaking of justice and fair play, though,” +said Bert, “there’s one big blot on their record, +and that is the way they have forced the opium +traffic on China. The Chinese as a rule are a temperate +race, but there seems to be some deadly +attraction for them in opium that they can’t resist. +It is to them what ‘firewater’ is to the Indian. +The rulers of China realized how it was +destroying the nation and tried to prohibit its importation. +But England saw a great source of +revenue threatened by this reform, as most of the +opium comes from the poppy grown in India. So +up she comes with her gunboats, this Christian +nation, and fairly forces the reluctant rulers to +let in the opium under threat of bombardment if +they refused. To-day the habit has grown to +enormous proportions. It is the curse of China, +and the blame for the debauchery of a whole nation +lies directly at the door of England and +no one else.”</p> + +<p>By this time they had passed through the British +section and found themselves in the native +quarter. Here at last they were face to face with +the real China. They had practically been in +Europe; a moment later and they were in Asia. +A new world lay before them.</p> + +<p>The streets were very narrow, sometimes not<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[200]</a></span> +more than eight or ten feet in width. A man +standing at a window on one side could leap into +one directly opposite. They were winding as well +as narrow, and crowded on both sides with tiny +shops in which merchants sat beside their wares +or artisans plied their trade. Before each shop +was a little altar dedicated to the god of wealth, +a frank admission that here, as in America, they +all worshipped the “Almighty Dollar.” Flaunting +signs, on which were traced dragons and other +fearsome and impossible beasts, hung over the +store entrances.</p> + +<p>“My,” said Ralph, “this would be a bad place +for a heavy drinker to find himself in suddenly. +He’d think he ‘had ’em’ sure. Pink giraffes and +blue elephants wouldn’t be a circumstance to some +of these works of art.”</p> + +<p>“Right you are,” assented Tom. “I’ll bet if +the truth were known the Futurist and Cubist +painters, that are making such a splurge in America +just now, got their first tips from just such +awful specimens as these.”</p> + +<p>“Well, these narrow streets have one advantage +over Fifth Avenue,” said Ralph. “No automobile +can come along here and propel you into +another world.”</p> + +<p>“No,” laughed Bert, “if the ‘Gray Ghost’ +tried to get through here, it would carry away +part of the houses on each side of the street. The<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[201]</a></span> +worst thing that can run over us here is a wheelbarrow.”</p> + +<p>“Or a sedan chair,” added Tom, as one of +these, bearing a passenger, carried by four stalwart +coolies, brushed against him.</p> + +<p>A constant din filled the air as customers bargained +with the shop-keepers over the really beautiful +wares displayed on every hand. Rare silks +and ivories and lacquered objects were heaped in +rich profusion in the front of the narrow stalls, +and their evident value stood out in marked contrast +to the squalid surroundings that served as a +setting.</p> + +<p>“No ‘one price’ here, I imagine,” said Ralph, +as the boys watched the noisy disputes between +buyer and seller.</p> + +<p>“No,” said Bert. “To use a phrase that our +financiers in America are fond of, they put on +‘all that the traffic will bear.’ I suppose if you +actually gave them what they first asked they’d +throw a fit or drop dead. I’d hate to take the +chance.”</p> + +<p>“It would be an awful loss, wouldn’t it?” +asked Tom sarcastically, as he looked about at +the immense crowd swarming like bees from a +hive. “Where could they find anyone to take his +place?”</p> + +<p>“There are quite a few, aren’t there?” said +Ralph. “The mystery is where they all live and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[202]</a></span> +sleep. There don’t seem to be enough houses in +the town to take care of them all.”</p> + +<p>“No,” remarked Bert, “but what the town +lacks in the way of accommodations is supplied +by the river. Millions of the Chinese live in the +boats along the rivers, and at night you can see +them pouring down to the waterside in droves. +A white man needs a space six feet by two when +he’s dead, but a Chinaman doesn’t need much +more than that while he is alive. A sardine has +nothing on him when it comes to saving space +and packing close.”</p> + +<p>At every turn their eyes were greeted with +something new and strange. Here a wandering +barber squatted in the street and carried on his +trade as calmly as though in a shop of his own. +Tinkers mended pans, soothsayers told fortunes, +jugglers and acrobats held forth to delighted +crowds, snake charmers put their slimy pets +through a bewildering variety of exhibitions. +Groups of idlers played fan-tan and other games +of chance, and through the waving curtains of +queerly painted booths came at times the acrid +fumes of opium. Mingled with these were the +odors of cooking, some repellant and some appetizing, +which latter reminded the boys that it was +getting toward noon and their healthy appetites +began to assert themselves. They looked at each +other.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[203]</a></span></p> + +<p>“Well,” said Ralph, “how about the eats?”</p> + +<p>“I move that we have some,” answered Tom.</p> + +<p>“Second the motion,” chimed in Dick.</p> + +<p>“Carried unanimously,” added Bert, “but +where?”</p> + +<p>“Perhaps we would better get back to the +English quarter,” suggested Ralph. “There are +some restaurants there as good as you can find in +New York or London.”</p> + +<p>“Not for mine,” said Tom. “We can do that +at any time, but it isn’t often we’ll have a chance +to eat in a regular Chinese restaurant. Let’s take +our courage in our hands and go into the next +one here we come to. It’s all in a lifetime. Come +along.”</p> + +<p>“Tom’s right,” said Dick. “Let’s shut our +eyes and wade in. It won’t kill us, and we’ll have +one more experience to look back upon. So ‘lead +on, MacDuff.’”</p> + +<p>Accordingly they all piled into the next queer +little eating-house they came to, but not before +they had agreed among themselves that they +would take the whole course from “soup to +nuts,” no matter what their stomachs or their +noses warned them against. A suave, smiling +Chinaman seated them with many profound bows +at a quaint table, on which were the most delicate +of plates and the most tiny and fragile of cups. +They had of course to depend on signs, but they<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[204]</a></span> +made him understand that they wanted a full +course dinner, and that they left the choice of the +food to him. They had no cause to regret this, +for, despite their misgivings, the dinner was surprisingly +good. The shark-fin soup was declared +by Ralph to be equal to terrapin. They fought a +little shy of indulging heartily in the meat, especially +after Bert had mischievously given a tiny +squeak that made Tom turn a trifle pale; but in +the main they stuck manfully to their pledge, and, +to show that they were no “pikers” but “game +sports,” tasted at least something of each ingredient +set before them. And when they came to +the dessert, they gave full rein to their appetites, +for it was delicious. Candied fruits and raisins +and nuts were topped off with little cups of the +finest tea that the boys had ever tasted. They +paid their bill and left the place with a much +greater respect for Chinese cookery than they +had ever expected to entertain.</p> + +<p>The afternoon slipped away as if by magic in +these new and fascinating surroundings. They +wove in and out among the countless shops, picking +up souvenirs here and there, until their pockets +were much heavier and their purses correspondingly +lighter. Articles were secured for a +song that would have cost them ten times as much +in any American city, if indeed they could be +bought at all. The ivory carvers, workers in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[205]</a></span> +jade, silk dealers, painters of rice-paper pictures, +porcelain and silver sellers—all these were many +<i>cash</i> richer by the time the boys, tired but delighted, +turned back to the shore and were conveyed +to the <i>Fearless</i>.</p> + +<p>“Well,” smiled the doctor, as they came up +the side, “how did you enjoy your first day +ashore in China?”</p> + +<p>“Simply great,” responded Bert, enthusiastically, +while the others concurred. “I never had +so many new sensations crowding upon me at +one time in all my whole life before. As a matter +of fact I’m bewildered by it yet. I suppose +it will be some days before I can digest it and +have a clear recollection of all we’ve seen and +done to-day.”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said the doctor, “but, even yet, you +haven’t seen the real China. Hong-Kong is so +largely English that even the native quarter is +more or less influenced by it. Now, Canton is +Chinese through and through. Although of +course there are foreign residents there, they +form so small a part of the population that they +are practically nil. It’s only about seventy miles +away, and I’m going down there to-morrow on a +little business of my own. How would you fellows +like to come along? Provided, of course, +that the captain agrees.”</p> + +<p>Needless to say the boys agreed with a shout,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[206]</a></span> +and the consent of the captain was readily obtained.</p> + +<p>“How shall we go?” asked Ralph.</p> + +<p>“What’s the matter with taking the ‘Gray +Ghost’ along?” put in Tom.</p> + +<p>The doctor shook his head.</p> + +<p>“No,” said he. “That would be all right if +the roads were good. Of course they’re fine here +in the city and for a few miles out. But beyond +that they’re simply horrible. If it should be +rainy you’d be mired to the hubs, and even if the +weather keeps dry, the roads in places are mere +footpaths. They weren’t constructed with a +view to automobile riding.”</p> + +<p>So they took an English river steamer the next +day, and before night reached the teeming city, +full of color and picturesque to a degree not attained +by any other coast city of the Empire. +Their time was limited and there was so much to +see that they scarcely knew where to begin. But +here again the vast experience of the doctor stood +them in good stead. Under his expert guidance +next day they visited the Tartar City, the Gate of +Virtue, the Flowery Pagoda, the Clepsydra or +Water Clock, the Viceroy’s Yamen, the City of +the Dead, and the Temple of the Five Hundred +Genii. The latter was a kind of Chinese “Hall +of Fame,” with images of the most famous statesmen, +soldiers, scholars, and philosophers that the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[207]</a></span> +country had produced. Before their shrines fires +were kept constantly burning, and the place was +heavy with the pungent odor of joss sticks and +incense.</p> + +<p>They wound up with a visit to the execution +ground and the prisons, a vivid reminder of the +barbarism that foreign influence has as yet not +been able to modify to any great degree. The +boys were horrified at the devilish ingenuity displayed +by the Chinese in their system of punishment.</p> + +<p>Here was a poor fellow condemned to the torture +of the cangue. This was a species of treebox +built about him with an opening at the neck +through which his head protruded. He stood +upon a number of thin slabs of wood. Every day +one of these was removed so that his weight +rested more heavily on the collar surrounding his +neck, until finally his toes failed to touch the wood +at the bottom and he hung by the neck until he +slowly strangled to death.</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said the doctor, as the boys turned +away sickened by the sight, “there is no nation +so cruel and unfeeling as the Chinese. Scarcely +one of these that pass by indifferently, would save +this poor fellow if they could. They look unmoved +on scenes that would freeze the blood in +our veins.”</p> + +<p>“This is bad enough,” he went on, “but it is<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[208]</a></span> +nothing to some of the fiendish atrocities that +they indulge in. Their executioners could give +points on torture to a Sioux Indian.</p> + +<p>“They have for instance what they call the +‘death of the thousand slices.’ They are such +expert anatomists that they can carve a man continuously +for hours without touching a vital spot. +They hang the victim on a kind of cross and cut +slices from every part of his body before death +comes to his relief.</p> + +<p>“Then, too, they have what they name the +‘vest of death.’ They strip a man to the waist +and put on him a coat of mail with numberless +fine openings. They pull this tightly about him +until the flesh protrudes through the open places, +and then deftly pass a razor all over it, making +a thousand tiny wounds. Then they take off the +vest and release the victim. The many wounds +coalesce in one until he is practically flayed and +dies in horrible torment.”</p> + +<p>The boys shuddered at these instances of +“man’s inhumanity to man.”</p> + +<p>“Life must be horribly cheap in China,” observed +Tom.</p> + +<p>“I wonder if such terrible punishment really +has any effect as an example to criminals,” said +Ralph.</p> + +<p>“I don’t believe it does,” put in Bert. “We +know that formerly in Europe there were hundreds<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[209]</a></span> +of crimes that were punishable with death. +In England, at one time, a young boy or girl +would be hung for stealing a few shillings. And +yet crime grew more common as punishment grew +more severe. When they became more humane in +dealing with offenders, the number of crimes fell +off in proportion.”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” assented the doctor. “The modern +idea is right that punishment should be reformatory +instead of vindictive. But it will be a good +while before China sees things from that standpoint.”</p> + +<p>“It is possible of course that the culprit here +does not suffer so cruelly as a white man would +under similar conditions. The nervous system of +a Chinaman is very coarse and undeveloped. He +bears with stolidity torture that would wring +shrieks of agony from one more highly strung.”</p> + +<p>“Perhaps so,” said Bert, “but I don’t know. +We say that sometimes about fish. They’re coldblooded, +and so it doesn’t hurt them to be caught. +I’ve often thought, though, that it would be interesting +if we could hear from the fish on that +point.”</p> + +<p>“No doubt,” returned the doctor. “It’s always +easy to be philosophical when somebody +else is concerned. But we’ll have to go now,” +looking at his watch, “if we expect to get to the +boat in time.”</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[210]</a></span></p> + +<p>“Well, fellows,” said Bert that night as, safe +on board of the <i>Fearless</i>, they prepared to tumble +in, “it certainly is interesting to go about this +land of the ‘Yellow Dragon,’ but it’s a cruel old +beast. I’d hate to feel its teeth and claws.”</p> + +<p>Was it a touch of prophecy?</p><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[211]</a></span></p> + + + + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XVI" id="CHAPTER_XVI">CHAPTER XVI</a></h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">The Pirate Attack</span></h3> + + +<p class="cap">“Not very pretty to look at, is he?” asked +Ralph, indicating by a nod the huge Chinaman +who had slipped noiselessly past them on +his way to the galley.</p> + +<p>“He isn’t exactly a beauty,” assented Tom, +looking after the retreating figure, “but then +what Chinaman is? Besides he didn’t sign as an +Adonis, but as an assistant cook. What do you +expect to get for your twelve dollars a month and +found?”</p> + +<p>“Well, I’d hate to meet him up an alley on a +dark night, especially if he had a knife,” persisted +Ralph. “If ever villainy looked out from a fellow’s +face it does from his.”</p> + +<p>“Don’t wake him up, he is dreaming,” laughed +Bert.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">“I do not like thee, Doctor Fell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The reason why I cannot tell;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But this one thing I know full well,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I do not like thee, Doctor Fell,”<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">quoted Dick.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[212]</a></span></p> + +<p>“Come out of your trance, Ralph, and look at +these two junks just coming out from that point +of land over there,” rallied Tom. “Those fellows +handle them smartly, don’t they?”</p> + +<p>It was a glorious evening off the China coast. +The <i>Fearless</i> had hoisted anchor and turned her +prow toward home. Every revolution of the +screws was bringing them nearer to the land of +the Stars and Stripes. The sea was like quicksilver, +there was a following wind, the powerful +engines were moving like clockwork, and everything +indicated a fast and prosperous voyage.</p> + +<p>The boys were gathered at the rail, and, as +Tom spoke, they gazed with interest at the two +long narrow junks that were drawing swiftly toward +them. All sails were set and they slipped +with surprising celerity through the water.</p> + +<p>“They both seem to be going in the same direction,” +said Ralph. “It almost looks as though +they were racing. I’ll bet on the—What was +that?”</p> + +<p>The ship shook from stem to stern as though +her machinery had been suddenly thrown out of +place.</p> + +<p>The captain rushed down from the bridge and +the mates came running forward. The boys had +leaped to their feet and looked at each other in +dismay. Then, with one accord, they plunged +down in the direction of the engine-room. Before<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[213]</a></span> +they reached it they could hear the hoarse +shouts of MacGregor and his assistants as they +shut off the steam, and the ship losing headway +tossed helplessly up and down.</p> + +<p>“What is it Mr. MacGregor?” asked the +captain.</p> + +<p>“I canna’ tell yet,” answered Mac. “Something +must have dropped into the machinery. +And yet I’ll swear there was nothing lying around +loose. But I’ll find out.”</p> + +<p>A minute or two passed and then with a snarl +and an oath, he held up a heavy wrench.</p> + +<p>“Here’s the thing that did it,” he yelled, “and +it didn’t get there by accident either. I ken +every tool aboard this ship and I never set eyes +on this before. Somebody threw it there to +wreck the engines.”</p> + +<p>“To wreck the engines,” repeated Captain +Manning. “Why? Who’d want to do anything +like that?”</p> + +<p>“I dinna’ ken,” said Mac stubbornly. “I +only know some one must ha’. I’d like to get +these twa hands of mine on his throat.”</p> + +<p>“Has any one been here except you and your +men?” asked the captain.</p> + +<p>“No one—leastwise nane but the Chink. He +stopped to say——”</p> + +<p>Bert jumped as though he had been shot. The +Chinaman of the villainous face—those junks<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[214]</a></span> +putting out from land! Like a flash he was up +the ladder and out on the deserted deck. His +heart stood still as he looked astern.</p> + +<p>The two junks were seething with activity and +excitement. The decks were packed with men. +All pretense of secrecy was abandoned. The +stopping of the ship had evidently been the signal +they were expecting. All sails were bent to catch +every breath of air, and long sweeps darted suddenly +from the sides. The prows threw up fountains +of water on each side as the junks made +for the crippled ship like wolves leaping on the +flanks of a wounded deer.</p> + +<p>Bert took this in at a single glance. He saw +it all—the Chinese accomplice, the carefully prepared +plan, the wrecking of the machinery. His +voice rang out like a trumpet:</p> + +<p>“Pirates! Pirates! All hands on deck!”</p> + +<p>Then, while the officers and crew came tumbling +up from below, he rushed to the wireless +room and pressed the spark key. The blue +flames sputtered, as up and down the China coast +and far out to sea his message flashed:</p> + +<p>“Attacked by pirates. Help. Quick.”</p> + +<p>Then followed the latitude and longitude. +He could not wait for a reply. Three times at +intervals of a few seconds he sent the call, and +then he sprang from his seat.</p> + +<p>“Here, Howland,” he shouted, as his assistant<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[215]</a></span> +appeared at the door. “Keep sending right +along. It’s a matter of life and death. Let me +know if an answer comes.”</p> + +<p>Then he grabbed his .45 and rushed on deck. +A fight was coming—a fight against fearful odds. +And his blood grew hot with the lust of battle.</p> + +<p>Short sharp words of command ran over the +ship. The officers and crew were at their places. +The women passengers had been sent below and +an incipient panic had been quelled at the start. +The officers had their revolvers loaded and ready +and the crew were armed with capstan bars and +marlinspikes beside the sheath knives that they +all carried. There was no cannon, except a +small signal gun on board the ship, and this the +pirates knew. The battle must be hand to hand. +The odds were heavy. The decks of the enemy +swarmed with yelling devils naked to the waist +and armed to the teeth. They were at least five +to one and had the advantage of the attack and +the surprise.</p> + +<p>The boys were grouped together at the stern +toward which the junks were pulling. All had +revolvers, and heavy bars lay near by to be +grabbed when they should come to hand-grips +with the pirates. They looked into each others +eyes and each rejoiced at what he saw there. Together +they had faced death before and won out; +to-day, they were facing it again, and the chances<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[216]</a></span> +were against their winning. Yet they never +quailed or flinched. The spirit of ’76 was there—the +spirit of 1812—the spirit of ’61. They +came of a fighting stock; a race that could face +and whip the world or die in the trying. They +glanced at Old Glory floating serenely above +their heads, and each swore to himself that if he +died defeated he would not die disgraced. Their +fingers tightened on the butts of their weapons, +their teeth clinched and their eyes grew hard.</p> + +<p>The captain, cool and stern, as he always was +in a crisis, had divided his forces into two equal +parts. He himself commanded on the port side, +while Mr. Collins took charge of the starboard. +A long line of hose had been connected with the +boiling water of the engine room, and two sailors +held the nozzle as it writhed and twisted on the +rail. Had there been but one junk, this might +have proved decisive, but, in the nature of things, +it could only defend one side of the ship. The +pirates were proceeding on the plan of “divide +and conquer.” As they drew rapidly nearer, +they separated, and while one dashed at the port +side of the ship, the other swept around under +the starboard quarter. Then a horde of half-naked +yellow fiends with knives held between +their teeth swarmed up the sides, grabbed at the +rails and sought to obtain a foothold. A volley +of bullets swept the first of them away, but their<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[217]</a></span> +places were instantly taken by others. The boiling +water rushed in a torrent over the port side, +and the scalded scoundrels fell back. But it was +only for a moment and still they kept coming +with unabated fury.</p> + +<p>Bert and his comrades fought shoulder to +shoulder. Their revolvers barked again and +again and the snarling yellow faces were so near +that they could not miss. Many fell back dead +and wounded, but they never quit; and when the +revolvers were emptied, a number of the pirates +got over the rail, while the boys were reloading. +Then followed a savage hand-to-hand fight. +Iron bars came down with sickening crashes; +knives flashed and fell and rose and fell again. +The pirates were gaining a foothold and the little +band of defenders was hard pressed. But just +then reinforcements came in the form of MacGregor +and his husky stokers and engineers. +They had been trying desperately to repair the +engines, but the sounds of the fight above had +been too much for them to stand, and now they +came headlong into the fight, their brawny arms +swinging iron bars like flails. They turned the +tide at that critical moment and the pirates were +driven back over the sides. They dropped sullenly +into the junks and drew away from the ship +until they were out of range of bullets. Then +they stopped and took breath before renewing<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[218]</a></span> +the attack. They had suffered terribly, but they +still vastly outnumbered the defenders.</p> + +<p>The boys reloaded their revolvers, watching +the enemy narrowly.</p> + +<p>“I wonder if they have enough,” said Dick as +he bound a handkerchief around a slight flesh +wound in his left arm.</p> + +<p>“I don’t think so,” answered Bert, “their +blood is up and they know how few we are as +compared with themselves. They certainly +fought like wildcats.”</p> + +<p>“They’re live wires sure enough,” agreed +Tom. “They—why Bert, what’s the matter?” +he exclaimed as Bert sprang to his feet excitedly.</p> + +<p>But Bert had rushed to the captain and was +eagerly laying before him the plan that Tom’s +words had unwittingly suggested.</p> + +<p>The captain listened intently and an immense +relief spread over his features. He issued his +orders promptly. Great coils of heavy wire +were brought from the storeroom and under +Bert’s supervision were wound in parallel rows +about the stern of the ship. At first sight it +looked as though they were inviting the pirates to +grasp them and thus easily reach the deck. It +seemed like committing suicide. The work was +carried on with feverish energy and by the time +the pirates swung their boats around and again +headed for the ship, there was a treble row of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[219]</a></span> +wires about a foot apart on both the port and +starboard side.</p> + +<p>The revolvers had all been reloaded and every +man stood ready. But the tenseness of a few +minutes before was lacking. For the first time +since the fight began Captain Manning smiled +contentedly.</p> + +<p>“Don’t fire, men, unless I give the word. +Stand well back from the rail and wait for orders.”</p> + +<p>On came the pirates yelling exultantly. The +silence of the defenders was so strange and unnatural +that it might well have daunted a more +imaginative or less determined foe. Not a shot +was fired, not a man stirred. They might have +been dream men on a dream ship for any sign of +life and movement. The crowded junks bore +down on either side of the ship, and as though +with a single movement, a score of pirates leaped +at the rails and grasped the wires to pull themselves +aboard.</p> + +<p>Then a wonderful thing happened. From below +came the buzz of the great dynamo and +through the wires surged the tremendous power +of the electric current. It was appalling, overwhelming, +irresistible. It killed as lightning kills. +There was not even time for a cry. They hung +there for one awful moment with limbs twisted +and contorted, while an odor of burning flesh<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[220]</a></span> +filled the air. Then they dropped into the sea. +Their comrades petrified with horror saw them +fall and then with frantic shrieks bent to the +sweeps and fled for their lives.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>And so it befell that when the good ship +<i>Fearless</i> drew up to the dock at San Francisco, the +young wireless operator, much to his surprise as +well as distaste, found that his quick wit and unfailing +courage had made of him a popular hero. +But he steadfastly disclaimed having done anything +unusual. If he had fought a good fight and +“kept the faith,” it was, after all, only his duty.</p> + +<p>“Well, yes, but admitting all that,” said Dick, +“it’s so unusual for a fellow to do even that, +that when it does happen the world insists on +crowning it. You know.</p> + +<p>“‘The path of duty is the road to glory.’”</p> + +<p>Neither knew at the moment how much of +prophecy there was in that quotation. For Glory +beckoned, though unseen, and Bert in the near future +was destined to win fresh laurels. How +gallantly he fought for them, how splendidly he +won them and how gracefully he wore them will +be told in</p> + +<p class="noic">“Bert Wilson, Marathon Winner.”</p> + +<p class="p2 noic">THE END +</p> + + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<div class="tnote"> +<p class="noi tntitle">Transcriber’s Notes:</p> + +<p>Punctuation and spelling inaccuracies were silently corrected.</p> + +<p>Archaic and variable spelling has been preserved.</p> + +<p>Variations in hyphenation and compound words have been preserved.</p> +</div> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Bert Wilson, Wireless Operator, by J. W. 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