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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Ocean Wireless Boys on War Swept Seas + +Author: Wilbur Lawton + +Illustrator: Arthur O. Scott + +Release Date: May 30, 2014 [EBook #45841] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK OCEAN WIRELESS BOYS--WARSWEPT SEAS *** + + + + +Produced by Demian Katz, Roger Frank and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (Images +courtesy of the Digital Library@Villanova University +(http://digital.library.villanova.edu/)) + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<div class='figcenter'> +<a href='images/cover.jpg'><img src='images/cover.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /></a> +</div> +<div class='pbb'></div> +<hr class='pb' /> + +<div class='figcenter'> +<div class='ic002'> +<a href='images/i1f.jpg'><img src='images/i1.jpg' alt='' class='ig002' /></a> +<p>“Thank heaven you came before it was too late.”—<i>Page</i> <a href='#Page_108'>108</a></p> +</div> +</div> + +<div class='pbb'></div> +<hr class='pb' /> + +<div class='nf-center-c1'> + <div class='nf-center'> + <div><span class='xlarge'>THE</span></div> + <div><span class='xlarge'>OCEAN WIRELESS BOYS</span></div> + <div><span class='xlarge'>ON</span></div> + <div><span class='xlarge'>WAR SWEPT SEAS</span></div> + <div class='c000'>BY</div> + <div class='c000'><span class='larger'>CAPTAIN WILBUR LAWTON</span></div> + <div class='c000'><span class='smaller'>AUTHOR OF “THE BOY AVIATORS’ SERIES,” “THE DREADNOUGHT</span></div> + <div><span class='smaller'>BOYS’ SERIES,” “THE OCEAN WIRELESS BOYS ON THE</span></div> + <div><span class='smaller'>ATLANTIC,” “THE OCEAN WIRELESS BOYS AND THE</span></div> + <div><span class='smaller'>LOST LINER,” “THE OCEAN WIRELESS BOYS ON</span></div> + <div><span class='smaller'>THE PACIFIC”</span></div> + <div class='c000'><i>With Illustrations by</i></div> + <div class='c000'>ARTHUR O. SCOTT</div> + <div class='c000'>NEW YORK</div> + <div><span class='sc'>HURST & COMPANY, Inc.</span></div> + <div>PUBLISHERS</div> + </div> +</div> + +<div class='pbb'></div> +<hr class='pb' /> + +<div class='nf-center-c1'> + <div class='nf-center'> + <div><span class='sc'>Copyright</span>, 1917,</div> + <div>BY</div> + <div>HURST & COMPANY</div> + </div> +</div> + +<div class='pbb'></div> +<hr class='pb' /> + +<div class='c001'><span class='larger'>CONTENTS</span></div> + +<table class='c002' summary='Table of Contents'> +<tr><td class='c003'></td><td class='c004'><span class='smaller'>CHAPTER</span></td><td class='c005'><span class='smaller'>PAGE</span></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>I</td><td class='c004'><span class='sc'>The Gold Ship</span></td><td class='c005'><a href='#chI'>5</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>II</td><td class='c004'><span class='sc'>War Is Declared!</span></td><td class='c005'><a href='#chII'>15</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>III</td><td class='c004'><span class='sc'>On Deck Once More</span></td><td class='c005'><a href='#chIII'>23</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>IV</td><td class='c004'><span class='sc'>Icebergs Ahead!</span></td><td class='c005'><a href='#chIV'>32</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>V</td><td class='c004'><span class='sc'>A Close Shave</span></td><td class='c005'><a href='#chV'>38</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>VI</td><td class='c004'><span class='sc'>Smoke on the Horizon</span></td><td class='c005'><a href='#chVI'>49</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>VII</td><td class='c004'><span class='sc'>A Shot at the Rudder</span></td><td class='c005'><a href='#chVII'>55</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>VIII</td><td class='c004'><span class='sc'>Land Ho!</span></td><td class='c005'><a href='#chVIII'>61</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>IX</td><td class='c004'><span class='sc'>A Strange Quest</span></td><td class='c005'><a href='#chIX'>69</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>X</td><td class='c004'><span class='sc'>Under Old Glory</span></td><td class='c005'><a href='#chX'>78</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>XI</td><td class='c004'><span class='sc'>The “Herr Professor” Again</span></td><td class='c005'><a href='#chXI'>84</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>XII</td><td class='c004'><span class='sc'>The Armed Cruiser</span></td><td class='c005'><a href='#chXII'>90</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>XIII</td><td class='c004'><span class='sc'>A Message in Code</span></td><td class='c005'><a href='#chXIII'>96</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>XIV</td><td class='c004'><span class='sc'>The Cattle Ship</span></td><td class='c005'><a href='#chXIV'>103</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>XV</td><td class='c004'><span class='sc'>Jack’s Brave Leap</span></td><td class='c005'><a href='#chXV'>113</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>XVI</td><td class='c004'><span class='sc'>Awaiting Orders</span></td><td class='c005'><a href='#chXVI'>120</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>XVII</td><td class='c004'><span class='sc'>What Befell in the After Cabin</span></td><td class='c005'><a href='#chXVII'>128</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>XVIII</td><td class='c004'><span class='sc'>A Rascal Brought to Book</span></td><td class='c005'><a href='#chXVIII'>135</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>XIX</td><td class='c004'><span class='sc'>The “Barley Rig”</span></td><td class='c005'><a href='#chXIX'>147</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>XX</td><td class='c004'><span class='sc'>The Hidden Mine</span></td><td class='c005'><a href='#chXX'>154</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>XXI</td><td class='c004'><span class='sc'>The North Sea</span></td><td class='c005'><a href='#chXXI'>160</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>XXII</td><td class='c004'><span class='sc'>A Night of Alarms</span></td><td class='c005'><a href='#chXXII'>167</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>XXIII</td><td class='c004'><span class='sc'>Meeting an Old Friend</span></td><td class='c005'><a href='#chXXIII'>173</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>XXIV</td><td class='c004'><span class='sc'>The Sky Slayer</span></td><td class='c005'><a href='#chXXIV'>179</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>XXV</td><td class='c004'><span class='sc'>In the Glare of the Flames</span></td><td class='c005'><a href='#chXXV'>187</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>XXVI</td><td class='c004'><span class='sc'>Two Young Heroes</span></td><td class='c005'><a href='#chXXVI'>194</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>XXVII</td><td class='c004'>“<span class='sc'>The Germans Are Coming!</span>”</td><td class='c005'><a href='#chXXVII'>201</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>XXVIII</td><td class='c004'><span class='sc'>Fast Traveling</span></td><td class='c005'><a href='#chXXVIII'>207</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>XXIX</td><td class='c004'><span class='sc'>The Uhlans!</span></td><td class='c005'><a href='#chXXIX'>215</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>XXX</td><td class='c004'>“<span class='sc'>You Are a Spy!</span>”</td><td class='c005'><a href='#chXXX'>221</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>XXXI</td><td class='c004'><span class='sc'>Court-martialed</span></td><td class='c005'><a href='#chXXXI'>227</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>XXXII</td><td class='c004'><span class='sc'>The Long Night</span></td><td class='c005'><a href='#chXXXII'>233</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>XXXIII</td><td class='c004'><span class='sc'>Through Bullet-Racked Air</span></td><td class='c005'><a href='#chXXXIII'>243</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>XXXIV</td><td class='c004'><span class='sc'>A Flight of Terror</span></td><td class='c005'><a href='#chXXXIV'>248</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>XXXV</td><td class='c004'><span class='sc'>The Bully of the Clouds</span></td><td class='c005'><a href='#chXXXV'>254</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>XXXVI</td><td class='c004'><span class='sc'>A Mysterious Capture</span></td><td class='c005'><a href='#chXXXVI'>260</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>XXXVII</td><td class='c004'><span class='sc'>The Might of Militarism</span></td><td class='c005'><a href='#chXXXVII'>266</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>XXXVIII</td><td class='c004'><span class='sc'>Military Cross-examination</span></td><td class='c005'><a href='#chXXXVIII'>272</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>XXXIX</td><td class='c004'><span class='sc'>Shattering the Shackles</span></td><td class='c005'><a href='#chXXXIX'>278</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>XL</td><td class='c004'><span class='sc'>Old Glory Again</span></td><td class='c005'><a href='#chXL'>285</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='c003'>XLI</td><td class='c004'><span class='sc'>War in Times of Peace</span></td><td class='c005'><a href='#chXLI'>292</a></td></tr> +</table> + +<div class='pbb'></div> +<hr class='pb' /> + +<div> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_5' id='Page_5'>5</a></span> + <h1 class='c006'>THE OCEAN WIRELESS BOYS ON WAR SWEPT SEAS</h1> +</div> + +<div class='chapter'> + <h2 id='chI' class='c007'>CHAPTER I.<br /> <br />THE GOLD SHIP.</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>The newspapers announced in large type that +the <em>Kronprinzessin Emilie</em>, the crack flyer of the +Bremen-American line, was to carry from the +United States to Germany the vast sum of +$6,000,000 in bullion. On her sailing day the +dock, from which she was to start on what destined +to prove the most eventful voyage ever +made since men first went down to the sea in +ships, was jammed with gaping crowds. They +interfered with the passengers, and employees of +the company had to jostle their way among them +as best they could.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_6' id='Page_6'>6</a></span> +The thought of the vast fortune stowed within +the tall, steel sides of the liner had attracted +them, although what they expected to see of it +was difficult to imagine. But just as a crowd +will gather outside a prison where some notorious +malefactor is confined, feasting their eyes +on its gray walls without hope of seeing the lawbreaker +himself, so the throngs on the <em>Kronprinzessin +Emilie’s</em> pier indulged their curiosity +by staring at the colossal casket that held such +an enormous fortune.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Among those who had to win their way +through the crowd almost by main force, were +two tanned, broad-shouldered youths carrying +suitcases and handbags.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“My, what a mob, Jack!” exclaimed one of +them, elbowing himself between a stout man +who was gazing fixedly at the vessel’s side—and +showed no disposition to move—and an equally +corpulent woman whose mouth was wide open +and whose eyes bulged as if she almost expected +to see the ship gold-plated instead of black.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_7' id='Page_7'>7</a></span> +“Yes, gold’s a great magnet even if it is stowed +away inside the specie room of a steamer,” replied +Jack Ready. “We ought to feel like millionaires +ourselves, Bill, sailing on such a ship.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“A sort of vacation <em>de luxe</em>,” laughed Bill +Raynor. “What a chance for the buccaneers of +the old days if they could only come to life again. +Then there would be real adventure in sailing +on the <em>Kronprinzessin</em>.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I guess we’ve had about all the adventure we +want for a time, Bill,” replied Jack, as they finally +gained the gang-plank and two white-coated, +gilt-buttoned stewards grabbed their +hand baggage. “The Pacific and New Guinea +provided what you might call ‘an ample sufficiency’ +for me in that line.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“We earned this holiday, that’s one thing +sure,” agreed Bill, “and the best part of it is +that the sale of those pearls gave us enough funds +for a holiday abroad without putting too much +of a crimp in our bank accounts.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>He referred to the pearls the boys’ native +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_8' id='Page_8'>8</a></span> +chums in the Pamatou Islands in the South Pacific +had presented them with, after their narrow +escape from death in the sea-cave and the +subsequent wreck on a coral reef, during the +memorable Pacific voyage and adventures, +which were described in detail in the volume of +this series which immediately preceded the +present book. This volume was called, “The +Ocean Wireless Boys on the Pacific.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>In the first book of this series, which was +called “The Ocean Wireless Boys on the Atlantic,” +we were introduced to Jack Ready, then +the young wireless operator of the big tank +steamer <em>Ajax</em>. His chum, Bill Raynor, was a +junior engineer of that craft. A strong friendship +sprang up between the two lads, which their +subsequent adventures on that voyage cemented +into a lasting affection.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack also won the approval of Jacob Jukes, +head of the great shipping combine that owned +the <em>Ajax</em> and a vast fleet of craft, both passenger +and freight, besides, by his masterly handling of +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_9' id='Page_9'>9</a></span> +a difficult situation when the millionaire shipping-man’s +yacht burned in mid-Atlantic.</p> + +<p class='c009'>This incident, and others which proved that +the young wireless man was level-headed and +cool, even in the worst emergency, resulted in +his being transferred to the passenger service on +board the West Indian service craft, the <em>Tropic +Queen</em>. The thrilling events that accompanied +the vessel’s last voyage were set forth in the second +volume of the Ocean Wireless Boys series, +entitled, “The Ocean Wireless Boys and the +Lost Liner.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Still another book related how Jack and his +chum took to the seas again on different vessels, +only to be reunited in the strangest manner. +“The Ocean Wireless Boys of the Iceberg Patrol,” +as this was named, told something of the +work of the craft detailed by Uncle Sam to the +duty of patrolling northern seas, sending wireless +warnings of icebergs to trans-Atlantic liners—a +work of infinite usefulness which, had it +been instituted earlier, might have averted the +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_10' id='Page_10'>10</a></span> +loss of the <em>Titanic</em>, the greatest marine disaster +in the history of the world. This was followed +by an account of the exciting Pacific adventures +already referred to.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The boys, and their employer, Mr. Jukes, +agreed with them, and felt that after their experiences +in the South Seas with the millionaire’s +expedition in search of his lost brother, they had +earned a holiday; and their determination to +tour Europe was the outcome.</p> + +<p class='c009'>But even as they stepped on board the “Gold +Ship,” the machinery of war was beginning to +rumble in Europe, and before many hours had +passed, the storm of well-nigh universal war +was destined to begin. Of this, of course, they +had no inkling, as they busied themselves in establishing +their belongings in their main-deck +cabin. These preparations had hardly been +completed when the siren boomed warningly, +and a tremor ran through the big vessel. As she +backed out of her pier, the brass band began to +play and the crowds on the decks, and on the +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_11' id='Page_11'>11</a></span> +docks, waved wildly, cheered and shouted last +messages which, by no possibility, could have +been heard above the din.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Well, off at last, Jack,” said Raynor, entwining +Jack’s elbow in his own as the two leaned, +side by side, on the railing, bidding good-bye to +New York’s wonderful skyscraper skyline as it +slid past. “How does it feel to be a passenger?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack’s eyes sought the lofty wireless aerials +swung far above them between the two masts.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“It feels mighty odd to think of somebody else +sending out the T. R.” he said slowly, naming +the wireless method of saying “Good-bye,” on +sailing.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Well, I never saw such a fellow!” exclaimed +Raynor. “For goodness’ sake forget your everlasting +coherers and keys and converters and the +rest of them and enjoy taking life easy. But—hullo!” +he broke off, “there’s someone we know.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Approaching them was a dapper little man, +with a neat black moustache and dressed in a +careful, almost dignified manner.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_12' id='Page_12'>12</a></span> +“Why, it’s Raymond de Garros, that French +aviator we saved from the sea off Florida when +we were on the old <em>Tropic Queen</em>!” exclaimed +Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“That’s the man. But what in the world is he +doing here? I thought he was in France organizing +an aeroplane corps for the army.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“So did I. The newspapers have had several +despatches about his work. But we shall soon +find out about the reason for his being on board.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>A minute later they were warmly shaking +hands with the little Frenchman, who, with +many gesticulations and twirlings of his moustache, +assured them how glad he was to “greet +zee two brave boys zat save my life from zee +sea.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“You’re the last person we expected to see,” +said Jack, when first greetings were over. “We +didn’t even know you were in America.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>The little Frenchman shrugged his shoulders +and looked about him uneasily. Then he buttonholed +the boys confidentially.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_13' id='Page_13'>13</a></span> +“No one know zat I am here but my government,” +he said in low tones.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“You are on a secret mission of some kind?” +asked Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Can I trust you to keep somethings to yourselves +if I tell you what I am do in Amerique?” +asked the aviator.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Of course, but if you don’t wish—— I +didn’t mean to appear inquisitive,” Jack hastened +to say.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Zat is all right, my friend!” exclaimed de +Garros. “You save my life. I should be ungrateful +if I seemed secretive wiz you. I have +been in Amerique buying and shipping aeroplanes +to France from one of your manufacturers.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“But I thought France already had a powerful +air fleet,” said Bill.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The little aviator’s next words were astonishing +to the boys, who shared the common +impression about the French strength in the air.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Before many days are past we shall need all +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_14' id='Page_14'>14</a></span> +and more aeroplanes than we have,” he said. +“I wish we had twice as many. But I can say +no more now. But my advice to you is to watch +zee wireless closely. You are going abroad on +pleasure?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Yes, we thought we’d earned a vacation,” +said Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The little Frenchman’s rejoinder was a shrug +and a smile.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Your vacation may be what you Americans +call a ‘strenuous one,’” he said meaningly, and +with an emphasis the boys could not fathom. +“By the way, on board this ship I am Jules Campion. +There are reasons for my real name being +unknown for the present. <em>Au revoir</em>, I go to arrange +my luggage. We shall meet again.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>And he was gone, leaving the boys to exchange +puzzled glances.</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_15' id='Page_15'>15</a></span> + <h2 id='chII' class='c007'>CHAPTER II.<br /> <br />WAR IS DECLARED!</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>“Vell, Yack Retty, you yust like to hang +aroundt undt see me vurk, hein?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Hans Poffer, the yellow-haired, red-cheeked +wireless operator of the <em>Kronprinzessin Emilie</em> +asked the question, on the afternoon of the third +day out. Jack had discovered in young Poffer +an acquaintance he had made in Antwerp when +he was on board the <em>Ajax</em>, and had renewed the +friendship, to Poffer’s great delight, for the German +wireless man had had trouble with his instruments +the first day out which Jack had adjusted +for him.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Since that time Jack, to Bill Raynor’s amusement, +had spent most of his time in the wireless +room enjoying, as Poffer put it, “watching me +work.” But there was another reason beside his +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_16' id='Page_16'>16</a></span> +deep-seated interest in everything appertaining +to his profession that made Jack haunt the <em>Kronprinzessin’s</em> +wireless coop. De Garros, with +whom he had had several conversations since +their meeting on board, had repeatedly told him +to be on the lookout for something “that would +before long come over the wires.” Once, in +discussing the boys’ plans for amusing themselves +in Europe, the aviator had said meaningly, +“if you ever get there.” But what he +meant by these words he had steadfastly refused +to explain, telling Jack that he would find out in +good time.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Me, if I gedt idt a holliday,” said Poffer, +after greeting Jack a day later, “I go by as far +avay from der vireless as I couldt gedt idt. I +gedt sick undt tired hearing idt all day ‘tick-tick’ +undt sending idt all day der same ‘tick-tick’ +alretty. Donner! I’m hungry again. Holdt idt +mein key a minute vile I gedt idt mineself a +bite.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>The stout German slipped his wireless “ears” +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_17' id='Page_17'>17</a></span> +from his head and extended them to Jack, who, +good-naturedly, took them. Then he made off +for his cabin where he kept constantly a stock of +provisions to satisfy his appetite between meals.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Well, I’m a fine chump,” smiled Jack, as he +slipped into Hans’ vacant chair. “No wonder +Bill says I’m crazy. Off for a holiday and the +first thing I know I find myself back on the job. +Hullo, here’s a message coming. K. P. E., that’s +our call. Funny sort of sending, too. Doesn’t +sound like a commercial operator.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack crackled out a reply.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“This is the <em>Kronprinzessin Emilie</em>,” he +flashed back; “what do you want?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Tell your captain to lie to in his present position +till further orders,” came the reply.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Well, I like your nerve,” flashed back Jack, +thinking somebody was trying to play a wireless +joke on him. “Don’t you know we are carrying +the European mails from New York? You +stick around where you are and we may bump +into you on the way back again.”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_18' id='Page_18'>18</a></span> +“Never mind about that. Obey orders at +once,” came back bruskly.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Say, never mind that comedy,” implored +Jack. “I’m busy. Ring off.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“No trifling there, young man,” was flashed +back. “This is the British cruiser <em>Essex</em>. We +want to overhaul you.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“But you can’t stop a mail steamer.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“In this case we can. War has been declared +by England upon Germany and Austria. Lay to +or it will be the worse for you.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>A step sounded behind Jack. He turned +quickly, thinking it was someone who wanted +to send a message, in which case he was anxious +to “cut out” the man he thought was playing a +senseless joke on him. The newcomer was de +Garros.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Ah, sitting at zee wire, eh? I suppose our +always hungry Teutonic friend iz taking ze light +lunch somewhere. Ah, any news? I saw you +working ze key as I came in.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“No news since I came on,” said Jack, +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_19' id='Page_19'>19</a></span> +carelessly. “I was just trying to convince some deep +sea joker that he couldn’t fool me.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“What do you mean?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Why, somebody just flashed a message to the +ship that they were the British cruiser <em>Essex</em> and +that war had been declared between England +and Germany and——”</p> + +<p class='c009'>He got no further. De Garros’s hands flew +out and seized his shoulders.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Zat was no joke, <em>mon ami</em>,” he exclaimed; “it +was zee truth.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“The truth? How do you know?” asked the +naturally astonished Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“It has been in zee air for months in diplomatic +circles. I thought zee declaration would +have come before this. It was for that that I +was in Amerique buying aeroplanes.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“What, is France in this, too?” demanded the +astonished Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Yes, and Russia also. Russia declared war +two days ago. Then came France, zee second +member of zee Triple Entente, as zee is called, +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_20' id='Page_20'>20</a></span> +and now, as was expected, comes England to +help against the German barbarians.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“But how did you know all this?” demanded +Jack. “There was nothing in the papers when +we left New York, but something about a row +between Austria and Servia.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Which caused all the trouble,” came the +reply; “or, rather, zee match to zee powder. +But zee ask me how I know zee declaration of +war of Russia and France. I am not the only +man on zee ship zat does. Captain Rollok, he +knows, zee officers know, like me zey have been +getting wireless messages in code. Zey have +been warned to look out for English cruisers in +case England joined France and Russia. Zis +Gerrman ship with six million dollars in gold +on board would be a fine prize for Great Britain. +My friend, before many hours have passed, +you are going to have some excitement.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Great gracious, then that message wasn’t a +joke and that British cruiser may overhaul us +and take all that bullion?”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_21' id='Page_21'>21</a></span> +“If she can catch us,—yes. She will also +make prisoners of the Germans on board and +take the ship to an English port.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“What had I better do?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Here comes young Poffer now. Tell him of +zee message and get it to zee captain at once. +If we are caught we may be delayed indefinitely +and zee haste is imperative with me at zee present +time.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>The German wireless man entered the cabin, +gnawing at a huge pretzel. At Jack’s information +of the message that had come, he dropped +it to the floor in his astonishment and stood staring +for a moment.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Himmel!” he exclaimed, when he found his +voice. “Englandt is go var midt Yarmany! +Undt a Bridish sheep chase us. <em>Ach du lieber</em>, +if they catch us, Hans Poffer goes by a prison +yet midt nudding to eat but bread undt +vater——”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Never mind about that now,” interrupted +Jack quickly; “take that information to Captain +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_22' id='Page_22'>22</a></span> +Rollok at once. Take it yourself. Don’t give it +to a steward. If the passengers knew of this, +there’d be a panic in a jiffy.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Poffer, still with his mouth and eyes wide +open, hurried off on his errand.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Captain Rollok will probably come back +himself,” declared de Garros, “and vee will be +ordered out of the cabin. Ve had better go now. +But vee must not say a word of zees till zee time +comes. Vee have more as two thousand passengers +on board and if zey zink a warship chase +us,—<em>sacre!</em>”</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_23' id='Page_23'>23</a></span> + <h2 id='chIII' class='c007'>CHAPTER III.<br /> <br />ON DECK ONCE MORE.</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>Jack was lolling in a deck chair fifteen minutes +later, still digesting the astonishing news +that had come out of space, when a deck steward +approached him and, with an air of caution, +leant over the lad and said:</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Captain Rollok would like to see you in the +wireless room at once, please.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Now what’s up?” wondered Jack, as greatly +astonished by this message, he made his way to +the radio cabin. “I guess I’m in for a call down +for sitting in at the key. Poor Poffer, I’ll see that +he doesn’t get into trouble if I can help it, and as +for me—I’m a passenger now and captains have +no terrors for me.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>These thoughts occupied him as far as his destination. +Within the cabin were Captain +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_24' id='Page_24'>24</a></span> +Rollok, a giant of a man, with a fresh complexion +and huge blond beard, one of his officers and +Hans Pollak, the latter looking in fear of his +life as the big captain berated him, in German, +with force and vigor. As Jack entered the cabin, +the great bulk of the captain swung round on +him.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“So you are de young mans who sits in at der +vireless vile dis cabbage-head goes stuffing himself +midt pretzels, is it?” he demanded, with +what appeared great severity, but with an underlying +twinkle in his eyes.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack contented himself with nodding and a +brief admission that he had taken Poffer’s place +at the key while the latter refreshed himself. +He half-expected an outburst from the big German +but, to his astonishment, the captain +clapped him on the back with a force that almost +knocked him off his feet.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“<em>Ach, du lieber!</em>” he exclaimed; “it was goot +dot you vod dere, uddervise dis foolish Poffer +would haf left der key anyvay undt dot British +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_25' id='Page_25'>25</a></span> +cruiser would have overhauled us. Now I got +a proposition to make to you. You are a vireless +man. Our second operator is sick undt idt is +necessary dot dere is someones at der vireless all +of der time. Vill you take der chob?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack hardly knew what to say. The proposal +had come so abruptly that he found it hard to +make up his mind.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“You would want me to help out all the way +to Europe?” he asked.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“We are not going to Europe,” was the reply. +“I am going to run back for der American coast +undt try to dodge capture. Six million dollars +is a big enough prize to make der search for us +pretty active. I don’t believe dere would be a +chance for us to reach der udder side.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Well,” said Jack, after some consideration, +“I guess my holiday is off anyhow, and I might +as well get down to work now as later on. All +right, Captain, you can count on me.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Goot for you. I vill see dot you are no loser +by idt,” said the big German, and so Jack, by a +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_26' id='Page_26'>26</a></span> +strange combination of undreamt-of circumstances, +became the wireless man of the “gold +ship,” whose subsequent adventures were destined +to fill the world with wonder.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Poffer’s hours of duty ended at dinner time +that evening, and by the time Jack sat down at +the key, it was dark. No more word had come +from the British cruiser, and so far the <em>Kronprinzessin’s</em> +course had not been altered. A +hasty message in cipher had been sent to the offices +of the line in New York, but so far no orders +to turn back had come through the air.</p> + +<p class='c009'>However, Jack had not been on duty an hour +before the expected command came. The passengers +strolling and sitting about the decks were +suddenly aware that the big ship was slowing +up and being turned about. The incredulous +ones among them were speedily convinced that +this was actually the case when it was pointed +out that the moon, which had been on the starboard +side of the ship in the early evening, was +now to be seen off the port quarter.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_27' id='Page_27'>27</a></span> +Rumors ran rife throughout the great steel +vessel. There had been an accident to the machinery, +there were icebergs ahead, some plot +against the security of the gold in the specie +room had been discovered—these, and even +wilder reports, were circulated. The captain +and the other officers were besieged for explanations, +but none were forthcoming, for the time +being.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Shortly before midnight, however, the captain +in person entered the smoking room with a +telegram in his hand.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Gentlemen,” he announced to those assembled +there, “I am sorry to say that var has been +declared bedween England and Germany, Great +Britain siding against my Vaterland mit France +and Russia.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>He held up his hand to quell the hub-bub that +instantly broke loose. When a measure of quiet +was restored, he resumed:</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Id is therefore imbossible for the voyage of +this ship to continue. As you haf observed, her +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_28' id='Page_28'>28</a></span> +course has been altered. Ve are on our way back +to America.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“To New York?” demanded a score of voices.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The captain shook his head.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“New York vill be vatched more carefully +than any udeer port on der Atlantic coast,” he +said. “I haf not yet decided for vere I vill +make; but I ask you all to take der situation philisophically +and try to quiet any alarm among +der lady passengers.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>The turmoil of questions and answers and excited +conversation broke out again, and in the +midst of it the captain’s broad form disappeared +through the doorway. A few moments later, +Raynor was in the wireless room after a fruitless +search for his chum in other parts of the +ship.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Say, what are you doing sitting at that key?” +he demanded. “Have you gone to work for the +ship?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Looks that way, doesn’t it?” smiled Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Did you know that we are running away +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_29' id='Page_29'>29</a></span> +from British cruisers?” asked Raynor, breathlessly.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Knew it before the ship was turned around,” +said Jack, calmly. “But I couldn’t have told +even you about it at the time. It was confidential. +But there’s no reason why you shouldn’t +hear it all now,” and he launched into a narration +of the events just passed which had had such +a strange culmination. He was in the midst of +it, when one of the junior officers of the ship +appeared.</p> + +<p class='c009'>He told the boys they would have to close the +door of the wireless room and cover the ports. +Not a ray of light must be visible about the +ship, he informed them. In the darkness even +the glow of a single port-light might give a +clue as to the whereabouts of their quarry to the +lurking British cruisers. In the passengers’ +quarters of the great ship, similar orders were +issued. Stewards went about blanketing portholes +and turning out all unnecessary lights. By +ten o’clock, except in the “working” quarters of +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_30' id='Page_30'>30</a></span> +the ship,—and there, they were carefully concealed, +as in the wireless room,—there was not +a light on board.</p> + +<p class='c009'>In order to insure obedience to his orders, the +captain had had the cabin lights disconnected +from the dynamos at that hour. On the darkened +decks, little groups of timid passengers, +who refused to go to bed, huddled and talked in +low tones, constantly gazing seaward to catch +sight of a tell-tale searchlight which would tell +of pursuit or interception.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Through the darkness, the great ship was +driven at top speed without warning lights of +any description. Watches were doubled, and on +the bridge, the unsleeping captain kept vigil +with his anxious officers.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Through the long hours, Jack sat unwinkingly +at his key. But it was not till the sky was +graying the next morning that anything disturbed +the silence of the air. Then came a break +in the monotony. The British cruiser <em>Essex</em> was +speaking to the <em>Suffolk</em>. But the messages were +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_31' id='Page_31'>31</a></span> +in code and told nothing except that Jack caught +the name of the liner and knew the radio talk +between the warships concerned her.</p> + +<p class='c009'>At breakfast time the passengers assembled in +the saloon, for the most part anxious and haggard +after sleepless nights. The captain spoke +encouragingly, but even his words had little effect. +Every one on board felt and showed the +strain of this blind racing over the ocean with +watchful naval bull-dogs lying in wait ready to +pounce on the richest prize afloat on the seven +seas.</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_32' id='Page_32'>32</a></span> + <h2 id='chIV' class='c007'>CHAPTER IV.<br /> <br />ICEBERGS AHEAD!</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>That night a dense fog fell. But the pace of +the fleeing liner was not slackened by a fraction +of a knot. Without running lights, and with +darkened decks and cabins, she raced blindly onward +through the smother, facing disaster if she +struck an obstacle. The passengers, already +nerve-racked for the most part, almost beyond +endurance, named a committee which was sent to +the captain to protest against the reckless risk +he was taking in ploughing ahead at top speed +through the blinding mist.</p> + +<p class='c009'>They returned with a report that the captain +had refused to slacken speed. With reckless +fatalism, it appeared, he was prepared to lose +his ship in a disaster rather than run the chance +of its capture by cruisers of the country with +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_33' id='Page_33'>33</a></span> +which his ruler was at war. A new feeling, one +of indignation, began to spread through the big +ship. Little knots gathered and angrily censured +the captain’s action. Some even visited +him in person, but while he was polite to all, +he firmly refused to reduce speed or display +lights.</p> + +<p class='c009'>This was the condition of affairs when Jack +came on duty accompanied by Bill Raynor, who +had agreed to share his lonely vigil, for, from +being one of the most sought out places on the +ship, the wireless room was now deserted by +the passengers, for strict orders had been given +against the sending or receiving of any wireless +messages lest the watching cruisers should get +definite information of the liner’s whereabouts +and pounce upon her.</p> + +<p class='c009'>There was little for Jack to do under this +“ukase” but to lean back restfully in his chair, +with the receivers over his ears on the lookout +for what might be coming through the air. He +and Raynor chatted, discussing the wild flight +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_34' id='Page_34'>34</a></span> +of the “gold ship,” intermittently, as the hours +passed. But suddenly Jack became alert. Out +in the dark, fog-ridden night, two ships were +talking through the air. They were, as he +learned after a moment of listening, the <em>Caledonian</em> +of the English Anchor Line and the +<em>Mersey</em>, which also flew the British flag.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The young wireless man listened for a time +and then “grounded” with a grave face.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“What’s up now?” asked Raynor, noticing +this. “If it’s the cruisers, I don’t mind, for only +the Germans and Austrians would be held as +prisoners. I’d kind of like to be ‘captured,’ as a +novelty.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“This trouble’s worse than cruisers,” rejoined +Jack, in sober tones.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“What is it then?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Icebergs,” said Jack, sententiously.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Icebergs at this time of the year?” asked Bill, +incredulously, for bergs are rare in August on +the usual steamer lanes, though occasionally +seen.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_35' id='Page_35'>35</a></span> +“That’s what,” rejoined Jack; “the <em>Caledonian</em> +was telling the <em>Mersey</em>. She says they are +sown thick to the northwest of us. You’ve got to +remember that we’re a long way to the north of +the usual steamer tracks now, so it’s not surprising +that the ‘growlers’ are about.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“No, but it’s mighty unpleasant,” said Raynor. +“What are you going to do?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Tell the captain about it at once,” said Jack, +decisively, rising and putting on his cap.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I hope he puts on the brakes when he hears +about it,” commented Bill. “I’m not particularly +nervous, but going full speed ahead +through the fog into a field of bergs doesn’t just +exactly feel good.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I’m only glad that the passengers don’t +know about it,” said Jack. “They’re scary +enough now. If they knew about the bergs, I +firmly believe some of them would have to be +put in strait jackets.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Yes, about the only cool ones on board are +the Americans and the English,” declared Bill. +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_36' id='Page_36'>36</a></span> +“I heard to-day that a party of American millionaires +got together in the smoking room and +laid plans to make an offer to buy the ship and +run her across anyhow.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“That sounds like the American spirit all +right,” chuckled Jack. “What became of the +idea?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“The captain told them the ship was not for +sale,” said Bill, “even if they offered to throw in +the millions in the specie room.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack found Captain Rollok and his officers in +anxious consultation in the former’s cabin.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Ha, so you haf the news, is it?” demanded +the captain, as Jack entered.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Yes, and not very good news, I’m sorry to +say,” said Jack. “The <em>Caledonian</em> has just been +telling the <em>Mersey</em> that there are icebergs +ahead.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>The officers exchanged glances. They all +looked at the captain. Evidently some orders +were expected, with the greatest peril the sea +holds lying ahead of the racing vessel.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_37' id='Page_37'>37</a></span> +One of them,—Second Officer Muller, who +had the watch,—put his anxiety into words.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Is it that you will change the course or reduce +speed, Captain?” he inquired.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The big, bearded captain turned on him like +a flash. He raised his massive fist and brought it +down on the table with a crash that bade fair to +split the wood.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“We keep on as we are going!” he exclaimed. +“Rather than let this ship get into the hands of +the English, I’ll send her to the bottom.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“But the passengers!” exclaimed Jack; +“surely——”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Herr Ready,” said the captain, “I am in command +of this ship. The orders are full speed +ahead.”</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_38' id='Page_38'>38</a></span> + <h2 id='chV' class='c007'>CHAPTER V.<br /> <br />A CLOSE SHAVE.</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>Bill Raynor received Jack’s news with a shrug.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I’m not surprised, to tell you the truth,” he +said. “I’ve met a good many Germans in the +course of my sea-going years, and that’s usually +their idea,—rather sink the ship than give it +up.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“But the fearful danger, Bill,” protested Jack. +“At any moment there may come a crash +and——”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“We’ve got iceberg detectors,” said Bill, “and +maybe they’ll sound the whistle and locate a big +berg by the echo.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“They won’t sound any whistle to-night,” declared +Jack. “That skipper is determined not +to give any cruiser the least inkling of his +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_39' id='Page_39'>39</a></span> +whereabouts. I’m going to take a run on the deck, the +wireless bell will call me if something comes. +Want to join me?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“All right. But it’s not much of a night for a +stroll outside.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Anything’s better than sitting in that cabin +waiting for you-don’t-know-what to happen.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“You’re getting nervous, Jack.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Not so much for my own sake as at the +thought of all these thousands of tons of steel +being raced through this fog at a twenty-four +knot clip and icebergs ahead. It’s sheer madness.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Well, the captain’s word is law at sea, so it’s +no use protesting. We must hope for the best.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>The upper decks were deserted except for the +boys. On the lower deck the passengers huddled +in the darkness behind canvas screens erected +to prevent any chance ray of light from filtering +out. It was an uncanny feeling this, of speeding +through an impenetrable pall of blackness with +the thought of the iceberg warning ever and +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_40' id='Page_40'>40</a></span> +anon recurring to both lads, though they tried to +talk of indifferent subjects.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The hours wore on and the fog did not lighten. +Chilled to the bone, although it was August, +Jack and Bill had about decided to turn in when +there came a sudden sharp cry from the lookout +forward. Involuntarily, Bill clutched Jack’s +arm. The strain had affected them both more +than they cared to admit.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Suddenly, dead ahead of them, as it seemed, +there reared, seen white through the mist, a monstrous +spectral form. It towered above the +steamer’s masts and appeared to their alarmed +imaginations to hang like an impending cliff +above the ship.</p> + +<p class='c009'>From the bridge came quick shouts. Orders +were given and harshly echoed. Somewhere +down on the passenger decks, a woman screamed. +Then came cries of consternation. The next moment +there was a slight shock and a long, shuddering +grind passed along the vessel’s side. The +mountainous ice mass appeared to sheer off, but +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_41' id='Page_41'>41</a></span> +in reality the ship was swinging clear of it. By +a miracle she had escaped with a mere graze of +her side. At diminished speed, she continued on +her course.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Phew, what a narrow escape!” exclaimed +Jack, as the fog shut in about the monster berg +they had sheered.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I thought we were goners, sure,” declared +Bill, soberly. “A little of that sort of thing goes +a long way. I—— Hark!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>From the lower decks there now came the confused +noise of a frightened crowd. Now and +then, above, could be heard the shrieks of an +hysterical woman. Sharp, authoritative voices +belonging, as the boys guessed, to the officers, +who were trying to quiet the panic-stricken +throngs, occasionally sounded above the babel.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“They’re coming this way!” cried Jack suddenly, +as a rush of feet could be heard making +for the ascents to the boat deck, where the wireless +coop was situated. “Bill, we’ll be in the +middle of a first-class panic in a minute.”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_42' id='Page_42'>42</a></span> +“Yes, if that crowd gets up here among the +boats, there’s going to be the dickens popping,” +agreed Bill. “What will we do?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Run into the wireless room. In the drawer +of the desk by the safe there are two revolvers. +One’s mine and the other belongs to Poffer. +Get them on the jump.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>It did not take Bill long to carry out his errand, +but in even the short time that he had been +absent, the forefront of the terrified crowd from +below was almost at the head of the companionway +leading from the promenade to the boat +deck. Jack had stationed himself at the head of +it.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Keep cool, everybody,” he was shouting; +“there is no danger.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“The <em>Titanic</em>!” shrieked somebody. “We’ve +hit an iceberg. We’ll sink like her.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“The boats!” shouted a man. “We’ll lower +’em ourselves. We’re sinking!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>In the gloom Jack could see the man’s face, +round and white, with a big yellow mustache.</p> + +<div class='figcenter'> +<div class='ic003'> +<a href='images/i2f.jpg'><img src='images/i2.jpg' alt='' class='ig003' /></a> +<p>“Keep cool, everybody,” he was shouting; “there is no danger.”—<i>Page</i> <a href='#Page_42'>42</a></p> +</div> +</div> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_43' id='Page_43'>43</a></span> +The fellow shoved two women, wedged in the +throng, aside, and addressed himself to Jack, +who stood at the head of the companionway.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Let me pass, you!” he bellowed, seemingly +mad with fear. “I want a place in the first boat. +I——”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack felt Bill slip a revolver into his pocket. +But he did not remove the weapon, the time had +not yet come for its use.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Stop that noise,” he told the yellow-mustached +man bluntly. “Ladies and gentlemen,” +he went on, “there’s no danger. We merely +grazed the berg. Thank heaven the ship was +swung in time to save her.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Don’t believe him,” shrieked the terrified +man. “Stand to one side there. The boats!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>He made a rush for Jack and struck heavily +at the young wireless operator. But before his +blow landed, Jack had crouched and the next +instant his fist shot out like a piston rod. The +fellow staggered back, but could not fall because +of the pressure of humanity behind him.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_44' id='Page_44'>44</a></span> +It is difficult to say what might have happened +had there not been cooler heads in the +crowd. Reassured by Jack’s cool manner, these +began quieting the more timid ones. Just then, +too, Captain Rollok and some of his officers appeared. +All carried drawn revolvers, for a disorganized +rush on the boats would have meant +that scores of women would have been trampled +and many lives lost in the confusion.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The captain’s firm, stern tones completed the +work Jack and Bill had begun. He assured the +passengers that an examination had been made +and that no damage had been done. He also +promised thereafter to run at a more moderate +speed. Gradually, the excited crowd calmed +down, and some sought their cabins. The +greater part, however, elected to remain on deck +throughout the night.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The next morning the fog had somewhat +cleared and the break-neck speed of the ship was +resumed. Jack was just resigning the key to +young Poffer when the doorway was darkened +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_45' id='Page_45'>45</a></span> +by a bulky figure. It was that of a big, yellow-mustached +man, whom Jack recognized instantly +as the man who had led the panic of the night +before, and whom he had been forced to deal +with summarily.</p> + +<p class='c009'>He furiously glared at Jack, and the boy noticed +that under his left eye was a dark bruise, +a memento of the previous night.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“What did you mean by striking me last +night?” he began angrily. “I demand your +name. I will have you discharged.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“My name is Ready,” answered Jack calmly, +“and as far as having me discharged is concerned, +I’m afraid that will be impossible. You +see I’m here in what you might call an extra-official +capacity.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Bah! don’t be impudent with me, boy. I am +Herr Professor.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Oh, a barber,” smiled Jack, amiably.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The yellow-mustached man fairly growled. +His light blue eyes snapped viciously.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I am Herr——”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_46' id='Page_46'>46</a></span> +“Oh, yes, I see you’re here,” responded Jack +calmly. “You seem to be in rather a bad temper, +too.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Boy, I will see that you are punished for +this. I am a gentleman.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Really, it would be as hard to tell it on you +this morning as it was last night,” responded +Jack, in quite unruffled tones.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Be very careful, young man. I have already +told you I am Herr Professor.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Oh, don’t hang out the barber pole again,” +begged Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The other shot a glance full of venom at the +perfectly cool youth before him. Then, apparently +realizing that there was nothing to be +gained from indulging in tirades, he turned abruptly +on his heel and strode to the door. On +the threshold he paused.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I am going to report your conduct to the +captain at once,” he said. “You will find out +before long what such gross impertinence to a +passenger means.”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_47' id='Page_47'>47</a></span> +“I shouldn’t advise you to tell him about your +behavior last night, though,” observed Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Why not?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Because from what I’ve observed of him, he +is a rather hot-tempered man and he might feel +inclined to throw you out of his cabin—and it’s +quite a drop from there to the promenade +deck.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“You will hear more of this,” snarled the infuriated +man; but at Jack’s parting shot he made +off, looking very uncomfortable.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Poffer regarded Jack with a look in which admiration +and awe were oddly blended.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I dink you haf for yourself made idt +troubles,” he remarked.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Trouble! In what way?” demanded Jack. +“The fellow is an arrant coward. He——”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Ah yah, dot is so, but den he is Herr——”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Gracious, have you got hair on your brain, +too?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Yah,” was the innocent response. “He is a big +Professor at a Cherman War College. He is a +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_48' id='Page_48'>48</a></span> +great man in Germany, der Herr Professor Radwig.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Well, Mr. Earwig, or whatever his name is, +may be a great man as you say, Hans, my boy, +but he is also a great coward. As for his threat +to make trouble with the captain, that does not +bother me in the least. To begin with, I’m only +a volunteer, as it were, and in the second place, +I’ll bet you a cookie or one of those big red +apples you’re so fond of, that Mr. Earwig will +avoid discussing the events of last night as much +as he can. I’ve heard the last of him.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>But in this Jack was wrong. In days that lay +ahead of the boys, they were to find that Herr +Professor Radwig was ordained to play no unimportant +part in their lives.</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_49' id='Page_49'>49</a></span> + <h2 id='chVI' class='c007'>CHAPTER VI.<br /> <br />SMOKE ON THE HORIZON.</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>Late that afternoon Jack, who had just come +on deck, was in time to notice an unusual thrill +of excitement among the already overwrought +passengers. On the northern horizon was a +smudge of smoke, and a dark hull bearing down +on them. Those who had glasses had already +announced the other craft to be a warship, although, +of what nation, it was as yet impossible +to say.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack hurried to the wireless room. Young +Poffer declared that he had received no wireless, +nor intercepted any message which might +have any bearing on the identity of the strange +ship. On the bridge, the ship’s officers were in +excited consultation. The warship was drawing +closer every moment. She was black and squat, +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_50' id='Page_50'>50</a></span> +with two fat funnels from which volumes of dark +smoke rolled. At her bow was a smother of +white foam showing the speed at which she was +being pushed.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Ach, now comes it!” exclaimed Poffer the +next instant. He wrote rapidly and then handed +the message to Jack. The wireless boy read:</p> + +<div class='lg-container-b'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>“Heave to at once.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>“Dutton, commanding His Majesty’s ship <em>Berwick</em>.”</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class='c009'>“I’ll take it forward right away!” exclaimed +Jack. “You listen with all your ears for any +more messages, Hans.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“You bet you my life I will undt den some,” +Hans promised. “Vot you dink, dey shood us +up, Jack?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I don’t know. I suppose if we don’t heave +to, they will,” said the wireless boy as he hurried +off.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Chust as I thought,” declared Captain Rollok, +after he had read the message.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_51' id='Page_51'>51</a></span> +“Shall I tell Hans to send back word we’ll +stop?” asked Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Stop! I vouldn’t stop for der whole British +navy,” declared Captain Rollok vehemently.</p> + +<p class='c009'>He stepped to the engine room telegraph and +set it violently over to “Full speed ahead.” +Then he picked up the engine-room telephone +and gave orders to pile on every ounce of steam +possible. The great ship quivered and then +sprang forward like a grayhound from a leash. +Clouds of black smoke rose from her funnels, +deluging the decks with ashes as force draught +was applied to the furnaces.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack hastened back to the wireless room. He +found Poffer, pop-eyed and frightened looking.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“There’s another cruiser coming up on the +other side!” he exclaimed. “I just heard her +talking to the <em>Berwick</em>.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“That’s nice,” commented Jack, as Bill Raynor +and de Garros appeared in the doorway.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Hullo, Bill,” he continued. “You’ll have a +chance to be under fire now.”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_52' id='Page_52'>52</a></span> +“What do you mean?” demanded young Raynor.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Surely it is that the captain will stop?” asked +the French aviator.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Stop nothing,” rejoined Jack. “He doesn’t +appear to care what he risks, so long as he saves +his ship.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I thought I felt her speeding up,” said Bill. +“So he’s going to cut and run for it?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“That’s the size of it,” responded Jack, while +the Frenchman shrugged his shoulders.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“They are not understandable, these Germans,” +he commented.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Here comes it anudder message,” struck in +Hans, holding up his hand to enjoin silence.</p> + +<p class='c009'>They all looked over his shoulder as he wrote +rapidly.</p> + +<p class='c010'>“Your last warning. Heave to or take the +consequences.”</p> + +<p class='c010'>It was signed as before by the commander of +the <em>Berwick</em>.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_53' id='Page_53'>53</a></span> +“My friends, this captain had better heed that +warning,” said de Garros. “Englishmen are not +in zee habit of what zee call ‘bluffing.’”</p> + +<p class='c009'>But when Jack came back from the bridge, +whither he had sped at once with the message, +it was to report the captain as obdurate as ever. +His only comment had been to call for more +speed.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I guess he thinks we can show that cruiser a +clean pair of heels,” said Raynor.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“That looks to be the size of it,” agreed Jack, +“but he is taking desperate chances. Let’s go +outside and see the fun.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>The cruiser was coming toward them on an +oblique line now. From her stern flowed the red +cross of St. George on a white field, the naval +flag of England. They watched her narrowly +for some minutes and then Jack exclaimed:</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Jove! I believe that with luck we can outrun +her. The <em>Kronprinzessin</em> is the fastest ship of +this line, and if her boilers don’t blow up we may +be able to beat that cruiser out.”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_54' id='Page_54'>54</a></span> +“I hope so,” declared Raynor, fervently. “I’m +not exactly a coward but I must say the idea of +being made a target without having the chance +to hit back is not exactly pleasant.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“As I shall be in zee thick fighting not before +very long, I might as well receive my baptism +of fire now as any other time,” said the Frenchman. +“I expect to be placed in charge of zee +aviation corps, and I am told zee Germans have +some very good aeroplane guns.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Look,” cried Bill, suddenly, “they are going +to——”</p> + +<p class='c009'>A white mushroom of smoke broke from the +forward turret of the cruiser, followed by a +screeching above their heads. Then came an +ear-splitting report.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Great guns! Where is this going to end?” +gasped Bill, involuntarily crouching.</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_55' id='Page_55'>55</a></span> + <h2 id='chVII' class='c007'>CHAPTER VII.<br /> <br />A SHOT AT THE RUDDER.</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>“<em>Ach Himmel!</em>” groaned Hans Poffer. “Suppose +dey hit us vee——”</p> + +<p class='c009'>He got no further. There was another burst +of smoke, a quick, lightning-like flash and the +same screech of a projectile. But this time, accompanying +the sound of the report, was a sound +of tearing metal and the ship shook as if she had +struck on the rocks.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“The after funnel,” cried Jack, pointing to a +jagged hole in the smoke stack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“The next one may come closer,” choked out +Bill rather shakily.</p> + +<p class='c009'>On the lower decks there was the wildest confusion. +Women were fainting and the stewards +and petty officers had all they could do to handle +the frightened throngs. The striking of the +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_56' id='Page_56'>56</a></span> +funnel was the occasion for an angry and badly +scared deputation to wait upon the captain and +demand that he stop the ship at once.</p> + +<p class='c009'>But the deputation did not reach the bridge. +They were met at the foot of the stairway leading +to it by a polite but firm officer who informed +them that under no circumstances would +the captain tolerate any interference with his +method of running the ship.</p> + +<p class='c009'>A third shot, which went wide, closely followed +the one that had struck the after funnel. +It flew high above them and caused Jack +to observe:</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I don’t believe they mean to hit the hull, +but only to scare the captain into heaving the +boat to.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Looks that way,” agreed Bill, “and as for +the scare part of it, I guess they’ve succeeded, +so far as everybody is concerned but Captain +Rollok and his officers.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“We are gaining on zee cruiser without a +doubt,” asserted de Garros, whose eyes had been +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_57' id='Page_57'>57</a></span> +fixed on the pursuing sea fighter for some minutes.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Yes, but look, there comes another,” cried +Jack, suddenly, pointing astern. “That must be +the one Poffer heard signaling to the <em>Berwick</em>.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“We’re in for it now,” said Bill. “I wish that +pig-headed captain would heave to and let them +take the gold and the Germans, if that’s all they +are after.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Hullo!” exclaimed Jack, suddenly, as they +all stood waiting nervously to see the next flash +and puff from the cruiser’s turret. “I can see a +gleam of hope for us. See what’s ahead!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Ahead of them the sea appeared to be giving +off clouds of steam as if it was boiling. As yet +this vapor had not risen high, but it was rapidly +making a curtain above the sunny waters.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Fog!” cried Bill, delightedly.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“It cannot be too thick for me,” said de Garros.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Perhaps Captain Rollok foresaw this and +that was why he refused to halt,” said Jack. +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_58' id='Page_58'>58</a></span> +“Certainly, if we can gain that mist bank before +we get badly injured, we’ll be all right.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>It was now a race for the thickening fog curtains. +The cruisers appeared to realize that if +the <em>Kronprinzessin</em> could gain the shelter of the +mist, there would be but small chance of their +capturing her. Increased smoke tumbling from +their funnels showed that they were under +forced draught. But as their speed increased so +did that of the “gold ship.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>The gun boomed again on the <em>Berwick</em>, the +foremost of the pursuers. The projectile struck +the stern of the liner and knocked the elaborate +gilt work wreathing, her name and port, into +smithereens.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Aiming at the rudder,” commented Jack. +“That’s a good idea from their point of view.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“But a mighty bad one from ours if they succeed +in hitting it,” said Raynor, with a rather +sickly laugh.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Two more shots, one of them from the second +cruiser, flew above the fugitive liner and then +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_59' id='Page_59'>59</a></span> +the mist began to settle round her swiftly-driven +hull in soft, cottony wreaths. In five minutes +more the fog had shut in all about her.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Then ensued a game of marine blind-man’s +buff. Captain Rollok, having steamed at full +speed some miles through the fog,—and this time +there were no protests from passengers,—altered +his course and deliberately steamed in circles.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Hark!” exclaimed Jack, during one of these +manœuvers. “What was that?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Out in the fog somewhere they could hear a +sound like the soft beating of a huge heart. It +was the throbbing of another vessel’s engines. +To the fear of the chase now was added the peril +of collision, for in the fog, dense as it was, the +captain would not permit the siren to be +sounded.</p> + +<p class='c009'>It was almost impossible to tell from which direction +the sound was proceeding. It seemed to +be everywhere. Was it another peaceful vessel +like themselves, or a man-of-war? Much depended +on the answer to this question.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_60' id='Page_60'>60</a></span> +All at once, with startling distinctness, a huge +black bulk loomed up alongside them. Through +the fog they caught a sudden glimpse of +crowded decks and great guns projecting from +grim-looking turrets. It was one of the British +cruisers. By grim irony, the fog had delivered +them into the hands of their pursuers.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Great Scott, it’s all off now!” cried Bill, as +they simultaneously sensed the identity of the +other craft.</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_61' id='Page_61'>61</a></span> + <h2 id='chVIII' class='c007'>CHAPTER VIII.<br /> <br />LAND HO!</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>But the strange cruise of the <em>Kronprinzessin +Emilie</em> was not destined to come to an end then, +although, for an instant, it appeared so. +Whether the Britisher was mutually astonished, +and in the confusion the right orders were not +given, or whatever the cause was, before they +had more than glimpsed her grim, dogged outlines, +she faded away in the fog and was blotted +out.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Phew! A few more close shaves like that +and I’d be looking in the mirror to see if my +hair hasn’t turned gray,” said Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I wonder they didn’t take some action,” commented +Bill, “although I’m glad they didn’t.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Perhaps zey was so astonished zey forgot to +fire zee gun,” suggested de Garros.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_62' id='Page_62'>62</a></span> +“I guess that was it,” agreed Jack, “but just +the same it was a mighty lucky thing for us they +didn’t come to their senses sooner.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Yes, this thing of playing tag in the fog gets +on my nerves,” muttered Bill.</p> + +<p class='c009'>By nightfall, they had steamed through the +fog belt, but every eye was anxiously turned +astern as if their owners expected at any moment +to see the ram-shaped bows of the black British +sea bulldogs come poking put of the mist.</p> + +<p class='c009'>But nothing of the sort happened, however, +though late that night, far to the eastward of +their course, they could see the glowing fingers +of the cruisers’ searchlights pointing in every direction +across the sea. The next day passed +without any untoward happenings, and when, +the morning following, Jack gazed from the +wireless coop he saw, in the first faint light of +dawn, that they were steaming along a strange, +unfamiliar, rugged coast.</p> + +<p class='c009'>By the time the passengers were astir, the outlines +of the coast had become dotted with +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_63' id='Page_63'>63</a></span> +cottages and houses, and in the midst of breakfast +they steamed into a harbor, and the anchor was +dropped with a roar and a rumble. Like a flash, +the tables in the saloon were deserted. There was +a general rush for the deck.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Why, that house over there looks just like +my home at Bar Harbor,” cried one woman.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Ten minutes later her words were confirmed. +It <em>was</em> Bar Harbor, Maine, into which the +sorely-harried liner had taken refuge under the +neutral protection of the Stars and Stripes. Not +daring to run into New York or Boston, the captain +had selected the world-famous summer resort +as a harbor that the English cruisers would +be the least likely to watch, and his judgment +proved sound. And so ended the cruise of the +“gold ship,” in whose strange adventures the +boys were ever proud of having participated. +An hour after the great liner’s arrival, she was +almost deserted by her passengers who were +choking the telegraph wires with messages.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The wireless disseminated far and wide the +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_64' id='Page_64'>64</a></span> +news of her safe arrival, and they learned, +ashore, that for days the fate of the “gold ship” +had been the puzzle of the country. All sorts +of wild guesses had been printed as to her whereabouts. +She had been reported off the coast of +Scotland and again in the English Channel. One +rumor had it that she had been captured, another +that she had been sunk and most of those on +board lost.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Not one of these guesses, however wild or +probable, came within striking distance of the +extraordinary truth of the “gold ship’s” flight +across the war-swept seas. The day after their +arrival, and while the town was still seething +with excitement over the great liner’s presence +in the harbor, Jack received a telegram at the +hotel where he, Raynor and de Garros had taken +up temporary quarters. The message was from +Mr. Jukes and read as follows:</p> + +<p class='c011'>“Learned by the papers of your safe return. +Kindly call at my office as soon as possible after +your arrival in New York. Important.”</p> + +<p class='c010'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_65' id='Page_65'>65</a></span> +“What’s in the wind now?” exclaimed Jack to +Bill Raynor, who was with him when he got the +message.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I haven’t the slightest idea,” said Raynor; +“but I have a sort of notion in the back of my +head that your vacation is over.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“If you can call it a vacation,” laughed Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Well then, perhaps experience would be a +better word,” substituted Bill, also laughing.</p> + +<p class='c009'>That evening, arrangements having been +made about the shipment of their baggage to +New York, the boys and the young French aviator +obtained their tickets from an agent of the +steamship company, for the line was bearing all +expenses, and took a night train for home.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Almost as soon as they reached the city, Jack +visited Mr. Jukes’ office.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Thank goodness you’ve come, Ready!” he exclaimed +as soon as he had shaken hands with the +lad, upon whom, since their adventures in the +South Seas, he strangely came to rely; “the +<em>St. Mark</em> sails to-morrow for Europe. I don’t +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_66' id='Page_66'>66</a></span> +know yet, in the middle of this European muddle, +just what ports she will touch at. That must +be settled by her captain later on.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“But Mullen is on the <em>St. Mark</em>,” began Jack. +“I wouldn’t wish to usurp his job and——”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“And anyhow, it’s your vacation,” interpolated +the magnate. “I know all that, Ready, and +depend upon it, you won’t suffer by it if you +agree to my wishes. It isn’t exactly as wireless +operator I want you to sail on the <em>St. Mark</em>, it’s +on a personal mission in part. My son, Tom, +is among the refugees somewhere in France. I +don’t know where. I haven’t heard a word since +this war started, but the last I know he was auto +touring north of Paris. He may even have gone +into Belgium, for that was a part of his +plan.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“And you want me to try to find him?” demanded +Jack slowly.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Yes, I know it’s a big job, but I know that +if anyone can carry it through, you can. Expense +is no object, spend all you like but find the +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_67' id='Page_67'>67</a></span> +boy. This suspense is simply killing his mother +and worrying me sick.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I’m willing and glad to take the job, Mr. +Jukes,” said the young wireless man, “but, as +you say, it’s a big undertaking and has about one +chance in a hundred of being successful. Besides, +you may have heard of him and his whereabouts +even before the <em>St. Mark</em> reaches +Europe.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I’ll take my chances of that,” declared the +millionaire. “It’s action that I want. The feeling +that something has actually been done to find +him.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“On these conditions, I’ll go and do my best,” +said Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Thank you, Ready, thank you. I knew you +wouldn’t fail me. Now about funds. They tell +me finances are all topsy-turvy over there now. +Nobody can get any American paper money or +travelers’ checks cashed. That may be Tom’s +fix. You’d better take gold. Here.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>He drew a check book out of a drawer and +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_68' id='Page_68'>68</a></span> +wrote out a check of a size that made Jack gasp.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Get gold for that,” he said, as he handed it +over, “and when that’s gone, Linwood and Harding, +of London, are my agents. Draw on them +for what you need. And, by the way, is there +anybody you want to take with you?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I was going to say, sir,” said Jack, “that for +a task like this, Bill Raynor——”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“The very fellow. I’ll never forget him in +New Guinea. A splendid lad. But will he go +with you?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I rather think he will,” rejoined Jack with a +twinkle in his eye.</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_69' id='Page_69'>69</a></span> + <h2 id='chIX' class='c007'>CHAPTER IX.<br /> <br />A STRANGE QUEST.</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>Readers of earlier volumes of this series will +recall Tom Jukes, who, after being cast away +when his father’s yacht burned at sea, was found +by Jack’s clever wireless work. This was the +youth,—he was about Jack’s own age,—whom +the wireless boy had been commissioned to find. +Although the task appeared, as Jack had said, +one almost impossible of accomplishment, still +Jack was boy enough to be delighted at the prospect +of traversing war-ridden Europe and possibly +playing a part in the mightiest struggle of +all time. As for Bill Raynor, he was wild with +excitement at the idea. Uncle Toby Ready, +when he was told of the intended trip, shook his +head and muttered something about “playing +with fire,” but he was eventually won over and +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_70' id='Page_70'>70</a></span> +presented Jack with a dozen bottles of the +Golden Embrocation and Universal Remedy for +Man and Beast.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“If so be as you meet up with the Kaiser, or +the King of England, or the Czar, just give ’em +a bottle with my compliments,” he said in bestowing +the gift. “By the flying jib, it might be +the means of building me up a big European +trade. Think of it, Cap’n Toby Ready, P. O. H. +R. H.—Physician in Ordinary to His Royal +Highness. If you don’t run acrost any of them +skippers of state you can just distribute it around +careless like, and draw special attention to the +directions and to my address in case the prescription +should require to be refilled.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack promised, but it is to be feared that the +Golden Embrocation never got nearer Europe +than the cabin of the square rigger <em>Jane Harding</em>, +of Halifax, Nova Scotia, which happened +to be in the Erie Basin unloading lumber. Captain +Podsnap, of the <em>Jane Harding</em>, was an ardent +admirer of, and believer in, Captain Toby’s +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_71' id='Page_71'>71</a></span> +concoctions which, as the compounder boasted, +never were known to do harm even where they +didn’t do good. To Captain Podsnap, therefore, +Jack hied himself perfidiously and made over +to him the gifts intended for ailing royalty.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The <em>St. Mark</em> was what is known as a “popular” +ship. That is, she usually crossed with full +cabins. But on the present trip there were a +bare score of passengers in the first cabin, not +many more in the second, while in the steerage +were a couple of hundred travelers, mostly reservists +of the various countries at war, returning +to Europe to take up arms.</p> + +<p class='c009'>As they steamed down the harbor, the docks +on each side of the river could be observed to +be crowded with idle steamers of all sizes, from +small freighters to huge four-funnelled liners. +With smokeless stacks and empty decks, they lay +moored to their piers, offering an eloquent testimonial +to the almost complete paralysis of ocean +traffic that marked the earlier days of the war. +Off Tompkinsville, Staten Island, the +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_72' id='Page_72'>72</a></span> +dreadnought, <em>Florida</em>, swung at anchor, grim in her +gray war paint,—Uncle Sam’s guardian of neutrality. +It was her duty to keep watch and ward +over the port to see that no contraband went out +of the harbor on the ships flying the flags of combatting +nations and in other ways to enforce +President Wilson’s policy of “hands off.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>With dipping ensign, the <em>St. Mark</em> slipped by, +after a brief scrutiny by a brisk young officer. +Then, down the bay she steamed, which the boys +had traversed only a few days before on the +hunted <em>Kronprinzessin</em>.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Well, Jack, old fellow,” observed Raynor, +as Jack leaned back after sending a few routine +messages of farewell and business of the ship, +“off again on our travels.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Yes, and this time, thank goodness, we’re +under Uncle Sam’s flag, and that means a whole +lot in these days.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“It does, indeed,” agreed the other fervently, +“but have you any idea what port we are bound +for?”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_73' id='Page_73'>73</a></span> +“Not as yet. We are to get instructions by +wireless, either from the New York or London +offices.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“This a queer job we’ve embarked on, Jack,” +resumed Raynor, after a pause in which Jack +had “picked up” <em>Nantucket</em> and exchanged +greetings.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“It is indeed. I only hope we can carry it +through successfully. At any rate, it will give +us an opportunity to see something of the war for +ourselves.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“It’s a great chance, but as to finding Tom +Jukes, I must say I agree with you that a needle +in a hay stack isn’t one, two, three with it.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>A heavily built man, dark bearded and mustached, +entered the wireless cabin. He had a +despatch ready written in his hand.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Send this as soon as possible, please,” he said, +handing it to Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>As his eyes met those of the young wireless +man he gave a perceptible start which, however, +was unnoticed by either of the boys. Raynor +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_74' id='Page_74'>74</a></span> +was paying no particular attention to the matter +in hand and Jack was knitting his brows over +the despatch. It was in code, to an address in +New York and was signed Martin Johnson.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I’m sorry, Mr. Johnson,” said Jack, “but we +can’t handle this message.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Can’t? Why not?” demanded the passenger +indignantly.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Because it is in code.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“What’s that got to do with it?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“While the war lasts we have instructions not +to handle code messages or any despatches that +are not expressed in English that is perfectly +plain.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“That’s preposterous,” sputtered the passenger +angrily. “This is a message on a business +matter I tell you.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“If you’ll write it out in English, I’ll transmit +it,” said Jack; “that’s what I’m here for.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>The man suddenly leaped forward. He +thrust a hand in his pocket and pulled out a roll +of bills.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_75' id='Page_75'>75</a></span> +“Can I speak to you confidentially?” he asked, +turning his eyes on Raynor.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Anything you’ve got to say you can say before +my friend,” said Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Then, see here—there’s a hundred dollars +in that roll,” as he threw it on the desk, “forget +that code rule a while and it’s yours.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Look here, Mr. Johnson,” said Jack coldly, +“I’ve already told you what my orders are. As +for your money, if it was a million it would be +just the same to me.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Bah! You are a fool,” snapped the other, +angrily snatching up the money and flinging out +of the cabin, crumpling the code message in his +hand.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“That infernal boy again,” he muttered, as +he gained the deck outside. “This only makes +another score I have to settle with him. These +Americans, they are all fools. Well, Von Gottberg +in New York will have to go without information, +that’s all, if I can’t find some way +of getting at the wireless.”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_76' id='Page_76'>76</a></span> +“Say, Jack,” asked Raynor, as the bearded +man left the cabin, “did that fellow remind you +of anybody?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Who, Johnson?” asked Jack idly. “Why +yes, now that you come to mention it, there was +something familiar about his voice and his eyes, +but for the life of me I couldn’t place him.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Nor I, and yet I’ve a strong feeling that +we’ve met him somewhere before.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Johnsons are as thick as blackberries,” commented +Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Yes, but I don’t connect that name with this +man. It was some other name altogether. Oh, +well, what’s the use of trying to recall it—anyhow, +Mr. Johnson, whoever he is, hasn’t got +a very amiable temper. I thought he was going +to swell up and bust when you refused that message.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>But further comment on the irate passenger +was cut short at that moment by a beating of +dots and dashes against Jack’s ears, to which one +of the “receivers” was adjusted. He hastily +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_77' id='Page_77'>77</a></span> +slipped the other into place and then turned to +Raynor with a grin.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“It’s our old friend, the <em>Berwick</em>,” he said. +“She’s outside waiting for us, but this time, glory +be, we’re flying Old Glory.”</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_78' id='Page_78'>78</a></span> + <h2 id='chX' class='c007'>CHAPTER X.<br /> <br />UNDER OLD GLORY.</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>Sandy Hook lay behind a dim blue line on the +horizon, and the long Atlantic heave was beginning +to swing the <em>St. Mark</em> in a manner disconcerting +to some of the passengers, before they +came in sight of the cruiser that had led the +<em>Kronprinzessin</em> such a harried chase.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Looks familiar, doesn’t she?” commented +Jack, as they slowed down and the <em>Berwick</em> +steamed up alongside, about five hundred yards +off.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“If it hadn’t been for that lucky fog, she’d +have looked more familiar yet,” declared Bill. +“Look, they’re lowering a boat.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>From the cruiser’s side a small boat, crowded +with uniformed sailors, and in the stern sheets +of which sat a smart junior officer, dropped and, +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_79' id='Page_79'>79</a></span> +propelled by long, even strokes of the oars which +rose and fell in perfect unison, was presently +coming toward the liner. The <em>St. Mark’s</em> accommodation +ladder was lowered, and in a few +minutes the young British officer was aboard.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Every passenger was lined up in the saloon and +compelled to answer questions as to their nationality, +etc. All passed satisfactorily. Then +came the turn of the second cabin and the steerage. +From the second cabin, two admitted German +reservists were taken as prisoners of war +and in the steerage six more were found. They +took their apprehensions stoically, although they +knew that they would probably be confined at +Halifax or Bermuda till the close of hostilities.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack and Bill Raynor watched these scenes +with interest.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I suppose it will be months, maybe years, before +some of those poor fellows see their homes +again,” said Bill.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Yes, but it’s what you might call the fortune +of war,” responded Jack briefly.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_80' id='Page_80'>80</a></span> +So expeditiously was the work of culling out +the reservists done that an hour after the <em>Berwick’s</em> +officers had boarded the liner, the last of +the prisoners was off and the ship’s papers had +been inspected and O.K.’d. With mutual salutes, +the two craft parted, the <em>Berwick</em> to lie +“off and on,” looking for commerce carriers of +a hostile nation, the <em>St. Mark</em> to resume her voyage +to a Europe which was even then crowded +with desperate, stranded American tourists unable +to obtain money or passage home.</p> + +<p class='c009'>At dinner time Muller, the <em>St. Mark’s</em> regular +operator, relieved Jack, and he was free for +the evening. He elected to spend his leisure +time reading up in a text-book, lately issued, an +account of the workings of a new coherer that +had recently been brought out.</p> + +<p class='c009'>But the fatigues of the day had made him +drowsy and he soon dropped off to sleep in the +chair he had placed on the upper deck in the +shelter of a big ventilator. Despite the time of +year there was a cool, almost a chilly breeze +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_81' id='Page_81'>81</a></span> +stirring, and most of the small number of first-class +passengers were either in the smoking room +or the saloon.</p> + +<p class='c009'>How long he slept Jack did not know, but he +was awakened by the sound of voices proceeding +from the other side of the ventilator, which +masked him from the speakers’ view. One of +the voices, which Jack recognized as belonging +to Martin Johnson, grated harshly on his ears.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“If it hadn’t been for that cub of a wireless +boy,” Johnson was saying, “that message would +have been in the hands of Von Gottberg by this +time.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“And so you haven’t been able to send word +about the British cruiser?” inquired the other +speaker.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“No, and from the same cause. I shall have +to see what I can do with the night operator. +He may not be so absurdly scrupulous, unless +that young whelp who was on day duty has been +talking to him.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Did you say, Herr Professor, that you had +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_82' id='Page_82'>82</a></span> +met him before?” asked the last speaker’s companion.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Yes, confound him, on the <em>Kronprinzessin +Emilie</em>. I was—er—I was trying to organize +an orderly retreat to the boats after the alarm +had been spread that British cruisers were after +us, when this young scoundrel attacked me brutally.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Didn’t you report him to the captain?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Well, you see there were—er—reasons which +made it unwise to do so.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“You bet there were, Herr Professor Radwig,—for +I know who you are now, Mr. Johnson,” +muttered Jack to himself. “No wonder +I thought I knew you in spite of your disguise.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“What are your present plans?” asked Mr. +Johnson’s, or rather, Herr Professor Radwig’s +companion.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I shall have to see. You understand wireless, +Schultz?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Intimately. Why, you have some idea—?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Never mind now. It is getting chilly. Let +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_83' id='Page_83'>83</a></span> +us go to our cabins. I will talk to you more +about this to-morrow.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>The voices died away as the two left the upper +deck. Jack, wide awake now, sprang to his feet. +Clearly there was some mischief concerning the +wireless in the air. But of the nature of the impending +scheme he could not hazard a guess.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Anyhow, I’ll just put Muller wise to what’s +going on,” thought Jack. “He’s a decent, square +fellow, who wouldn’t stand for any monkey business. +How to deal with Herr Radwig is another +matter. I guess I’ll sleep on it. If only those +chaps on the <em>Berwick</em> knew who they had overlooked +on their hunt for Germans, wouldn’t +they be mad as hornets!”</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_84' id='Page_84'>84</a></span> + <h2 id='chXI' class='c007'>CHAPTER XI.<br /> <br />THE “HERR PROFESSOR” AGAIN.</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>It was not part of Jack’s plan to apprise Muller +of the identity of Mr. Johnson. He did not +wish to act prematurely in any way till he had +consulted Raynor and a plan of campaign had +been worked out.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“That guy certainly won’t try any monkey-shines +with me,” Muller assured Jack slangily, +but with a sincere ring in his voice, and Jack +knew he could trust him.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Then he sought out Bill, whom he found in +the latter’s cabin writing letters.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Well, Bill,” he began. “I’ve solved the mystery +of Mr. Johnson.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Bill’s writing was instantly forgotten.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“You mean that peppery chap?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“The same person. He’s an old friend of +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_85' id='Page_85'>85</a></span> +yours. You were not mistaken when you said +that you thought you recognized his voice.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“The dickens you say?” Bill was all attention +now. “And who is he?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Why,—as the nickel novels say,—none other +than our old college chum, Herr Professor Radwig.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“For gracious’ sake!” Bill’s expression left no +doubt as to the genuineness of his astonishment. +“Old Earwig turned up again, eh?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Yes, and from some not very complimentary +remarks he made about me, Bill,” continued +Jack, “I don’t think he’d be averse to doing me +some mischief, if he could.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“He’d better not try.” Bill doubled his fists +pugnaciously.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“The trouble is, I didn’t overhear enough to +find out just what his little game is.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“That’s too bad. It’s a shame we didn’t know +his identity earlier. We would have earned the +thanks of that English cruiser.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“We certainly would. De Garros told me +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_86' id='Page_86'>86</a></span> +that Radwig is accounted a very clever and dangerous +man. He has invented explosives and is +active in the entire German military movement.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“By the way, where is de Garros?” asked Bill.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I don’t know any more than you do. After +we left him at the depot in New York on our +return from Bar Harbor, I lost sight of him. In +fact, things have gone on with such a rush since +then, that I haven’t had time to think of him till +now. He told me, though, that he would take +the first ship possible to France.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Well, to get back to old Earwig.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Yes.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Are you going to expose him?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Expose him to whom?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“The captain, for instance.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“What would be the good? He has committed +no crime. If he wants to travel under a +false name that is not our business so long as he +does not interfere with us.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“That’s true, but just the same, if we are +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_87' id='Page_87'>87</a></span> +boarded by another British cruiser, I’ll have +something to whisper in the boarding officer’s +ear,” said Bill, truculently.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I wish we knew who this Schultz was,” confessed +Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Does that name appear on the passenger +lists?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“On none of them. Besides, if it had, the man +would have been questioned by that officer from +the <em>Berwick</em>. He quizzed everybody with a +name that even sounded German.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“That’s so,” admitted Bill; “he certainly went +through the ship with a rake. I guess old Earwig’s +friend has some American sounding name +that will carry him safe across the ocean no matter +what happens.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Soon after, Jack sought his berth in the wireless +room. As he approached the opened door +of the radio station, from which a flood of yellow +light issued, he saw, or thought he saw, two +lurking figures in the shadow of one of the boats. +But even as he sighted them, they vanished.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_88' id='Page_88'>88</a></span> +For an instant, Jack assumed that they were +two of the boat crew but, as they scurried past +an open port, he saw they wore ordinary clothes +and not the sailor uniforms of the crew.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Odd,” he mused. “Those fellows were certainly +hanging around the wireless room for no +good purpose. If they had been, they wouldn’t +have sneaked the instant they saw me coming. +I’m willing to bet a cookie one of them was Earwig +and the other his precious pal who understands +wireless. Jack, old boy, it’s up to you +to keep your eyes open.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Anything doing?” he asked Muller, as he entered +the wireless room.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Not a thing. Deader than a baseball park +on Christmas Day,” rejoined Muller.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“You didn’t see anything of our friend, for instance?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Who, Johnson? No, he hasn’t been near +here.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack nodded good-night and then turned in. +But as the ship bored on through the darkness +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_89' id='Page_89'>89</a></span> +his eyes refused, as they customarily did, to close +in his usual sound sleep.</p> + +<p class='c009'>His mind was busy with many things. It was +clear that Radwig was contemplating some use +of the wireless which did not yet seem quite +clear. That it was his duty to checkmate him +Jack was convinced, but as yet he had little to +go upon except the conversation overheard behind +the ventilator.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I guess watchful waiting will have to be the +policy,” he murmured to himself as he fell +asleep.</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_90' id='Page_90'>90</a></span> + <h2 id='chXII' class='c007'>CHAPTER XII.<br /> <br />THE ARMED CRUISER.</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>The next morning, when Jack and Bill turned +out, there was quite a flutter among the passengers. +A large ship had been sighted in the distance, +coming rapidly westward. As she drew +nearer it could be seen that she was a monster +craft of four immense funnels painted a sombre +black without colored bands to relieve the effect. +Her upper works were a dull brown and +her hull, black.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Speculation was rife concerning her identity, +but it soon became noised about that the craft +was the <em>Ruritania</em> of the Anglican Line, which +had, apparently, been converted into an auxiliary +cruiser by the English Government on the +outbreak of the war. The sight of guns mounted +on her fore and aft decks confirmed this.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_91' id='Page_91'>91</a></span> +On she came, a fine, grim spectacle in her dull +paint. An absorbed shipload watched her, leaning +over the rails as she drew abreast.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Lie to!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>The signals fluttered from her halliards and +the same order was flashed by wireless.</p> + +<p class='c009'>For the second time the <em>St. Mark’s</em> engines +revolved more and more slowly. The two big +vessels lay opposite each other on the swells, +nodding solemnly. Before long a boat came +bobbing over the seas from the <em>Ruritania</em>.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Now’s your chance to give that fellow Earwig +up,” declared Raynor to Jack, as, leaning +in the door of the wireless room, they watched +the scene.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Somehow it seems to me that would be a +shabby trick,” said Jack, after a moment’s +thought. “I’ll confess, though, that when the +<em>Ruritania</em> hove in sight such a thought came into +my mind. But—oh, well, I guess we’ll let him +get by this time.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Maybe you’ll be sorry for it later on,” said +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_92' id='Page_92'>92</a></span> +Raynor, little guessing that those words were +prophetic. There was to come a time when Jack +was to bitterly regret having let Radwig escape +capture by the British.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The inspection by the naval reserve officer of +the <em>Ruritania</em> did not vary from that which the +<em>St. Mark</em> had already undergone at the hands of +the <em>Berwick</em>. Naturally, the German reservists +having been already given up, there was little +to do but to overhaul the ship’s papers. This did +not take long, and before half an hour had +passed, the two steamships saluted each other +and parted company.</p> + +<p class='c009'>That afternoon Jack had a visitor in the wireless +room. It was Mr. Johnson. He opened the +conversation ingratiatingly.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I’m afraid I rather lost my temper the other +afternoon,” he said. “I want to apologize.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“That’s all right,” said Jack briefly, choking +back a longing to tell Mr. Johnson that he was +perfectly aware of his identity.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I—er—perhaps what I offered was not +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_93' id='Page_93'>93</a></span> +enough,” he continued. “I may tell you now +that I will double or triple the amount if you +will send a message for me,—using a code, of +course.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack jumped to his feet, his eyes ablaze.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“See here, sir,” he shot out, “you might offer +me all the money there is in Germany but it +would not be of the slightest interest to me. +Now if you have nothing more to say, I’ll ask +you to leave this cabin before I——”</p> + +<p class='c009'>The angry boy checked himself with his +hands clenched and his eyes flashing. A murderous +look came into Mr. Johnson’s bearded +face, but he appeared to be determined to keep +himself in check.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Do not be foolish,” he urged; “have an eye +to your own interests. As for your reference +to Germany——”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“You are going to say that you don’t understand +it,” cut in Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Well, I must say I——”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Don’t go any further,” interrupted the angry +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_94' id='Page_94'>94</a></span> +young wireless boy, “and now ‘Mr. Johnson,’ +or Herr Radwig, I’ll ask you to leave.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Radwig looked for a moment as if he was +about to choke. His face turned purple and +his hands clenched and unclenched nervously. +The sweat stood out in tiny beads on his forehead.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“What do you mean——?” he began.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack leaned forward and looked at him significantly.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Just this, Herr Professor, that in spite of that +fake beard and your dyed mustache, I know you. +Your reason for being disguised and going under +a false name is no business of mine <em>now</em>. See +that you don’t make it so.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“You—you——” sputtered the man who was +startled in the extreme.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“And furthermore,” continued Jack, “we are +likely to run across some more British ships. If +you annoy me any more, I shall point you out for +what you are. That will be all. Now go.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Utterly bereft of words, Radwig turned +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_95' id='Page_95'>95</a></span> +heavily and half fell out of the cabin. He collided +with Bill Raynor, who was just coming in. He +fairly snarled at Jack’s chum, who airily remarked:</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Don’t slam the door when you’re going out!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“You young whipper snapper, I—I——” +choked out Radwig, and being too discomfited +to find words, ended the sentence by shaking his +fist at the two boys.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Well,” said Raynor, as Radwig vanished, +muttering angrily to himself, “it would appear +as if you’d spilled the beans, Jack.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“It does look that way, doesn’t it?” said Jack +with a smile. “I rather fancy our Teutonic +friend will be good for a while now.”</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_96' id='Page_96'>96</a></span> + <h2 id='chXIII' class='c007'>CHAPTER XIII.<br /> <br />A MESSAGE IN CODE.</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>“What happened?” was Raynor’s next question.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Oh, he came in here and offered me untold +gold to send a code message for him. I fancy +that it was about the <em>Ruritania</em>, telling her +whereabouts and so on.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“So that was his game, eh?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Well, he didn’t work it. I got mad and told +him that he needn’t bother to conceal his identity +from me, and that if he bothered me any +more I’d show him up to the first British officer +that again boarded us.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Phew! Going some. How did he take it?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I thought he was going up like a balloon for +a minute,” laughed Jack. “Now, if we only +could identify Schultz, we’d have both of them +where we want them.”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_97' id='Page_97'>97</a></span> +“That’s going to be a hard job,” declared Bill. +“They don’t go about together. At least, I’ve +watched closely, but never saw Radwig talking +with anyone on board.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“No, I guess they keep pretty well under +cover for fear of accident. I wish I could have +gotten a look at them that night I overheard +them talking.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Yes, it would have simplified matters a good +deal,” Bill admitted, “but, as you say, I don’t +think either of them will try to bother us again.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>The day passed uneventfully. In the afternoon +they sighted a small British freighter making +her way west, and later on overtook a French +oil ship bound for Holland. Jack flashed them +the latest war news, for they had a small wireless +outfit, and in return received the information +that two German cruisers were somewhere +in the vicinity and that the French ship was in +fear of capture at any time.</p> + +<p class='c009'>That evening the wind blew rather hard. A +high sea was whipped up by the gale and the <em>St.</em> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_98' id='Page_98'>98</a></span> +<em>Mark</em>, big as she was, rolled and pitched violently. +It was what sea-faring men would have +called “a fresh breeze,” but to the passengers, +that is, such of them as were unseasoned travelers, +it was a veritable storm.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack and Bill rather enjoyed the rough +weather, coming as it did after a monotonous +calm. After dinner they ascended to the boat +deck and paced up and down, chatting for some +time. Inside the wireless room Muller was at +the key. Now and then, as they passed and repassed, +they would exchange a word with him. +It was on one of these occasions that Muller +hailed them excitedly.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“There’s a ship just wirelessed the S. O. S.!” +he exclaimed.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Great Scott,” cried Jack, “and on a night like +this. What’s the trouble?”’</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Don’t know yet. I’m trying to get them +again. Notify the captain, will you?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“On the jump,” cried Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>He despatched his errand in a few minutes, +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_99' id='Page_99'>99</a></span> +and was back in the wireless room with instructions +to “stand by” and get further information +as soon as possible.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Anything new?” he asked Muller.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The wireless man shook his head.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Nothing but that first S. O. S.,” he said.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Suddenly there came a shout from Bill, who +was standing in the door.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Look, Jack, what’s that off there?” he exclaimed, +pointing to the horizon.</p> + +<p class='c009'>A dull glow was reflected against the night sky +in the direction he indicated. Now it flashed +bright as a blown furnace, and again it sank to +a faint glare. Jack was not long in deciding +what it was.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“It’s a ship on fire,” he declared.</p> + +<p class='c009'>At almost the same moment a hoarse shout +from the forward lookout and a shouted reply +from the bridge told that the glare had been observed +from there, too.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Possibly there is nothing at sea that thrills like +the sight of a vessel on fire. Jack, it will be +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_100' id='Page_100'>100</a></span> +recalled, had witnessed such a spectacle before, +but yet his heart bounded as he watched the distant +glare now bright and glowing, now dull and +flickering.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Hullo, the old man has rung for full speed +ahead!” exclaimed Bill, as the next moment the +<em>St. Mark’s</em> speed was perceptibly quickened and +her course changed.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Several seamen in charge of the third officer, +a Mr. Smallwood, came trampling aft. They +busied themselves loosening the fastenings of +one of the boats and getting it ready for launching. +Presently they were joined, and three additional +craft were made ready for the work of +life saving.</p> + +<p class='c009'>All this time the glow had been getting +brighter as the <em>St. Mark</em> approached the burning +ship. But the distance was as yet too great +to make out what manner of vessel she was.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I’d give anything to get in one of those +boats,” observed Jack to Bill, as the two lads +watched the preparations for lowering away.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_101' id='Page_101'>101</a></span> +“So would I,” agreed Bill. “Do you think +there’s a chance?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I don’t know. I ‘deadheaded’ a radio for +Mr. Smallwood to his sick mother the day we +sailed. That might have some influence with +him. I’ll ask him anyhow.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack vainly pleaded with the at first obdurate +officer, but after a long interval, he returned to +Bill with a smile on his face.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“It’s all right,” he announced. “It was a hard +job to get him to consent. I won him over at +last. We go.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Hurray!” cried Bill. “Now for some oilskins! +It’s not the sort of night to be without +them.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I’ve got mine in the cabin,” said Jack. “I’ll +borrow Muller’s for you.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Good for you. Gosh! Look at those flames. +Seems to be a big steamer.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Both boys paused a moment to look at the awe-inspiring +spectacle of the blazing ship.</p> + +<p class='c009'>As they did so, something occurred which +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_102' id='Page_102'>102</a></span> +chilled the hot blood in their veins and caused +them to exchange startled, bewildered looks.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Over the dark, heaving waters that divided +them from the blazing vessel there was borne +to their ears what sounded like an awful concerted +groan of agony. Again and again it +came, rising and falling in a terrible rhythm. +It was not human. It sounded like the sufferings +of demons.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Wow! But that’s fearful!” exclaimed Bill, +paling. “What under the sun can it be?”</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_103' id='Page_103'>103</a></span> + <h2 id='chXIV' class='c007'>CHAPTER XIV.<br /> <br />THE CATTLE SHIP.</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>The awesome sound continued while the boats +were being lowered. The weird nature of the +uproar and its mystery made even the rough seamen +apprehensive. The more religious among +them crossed themselves fervently.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Bad cess to it, if it don’t sound like the howling +of poor sowls in purgathory,” muttered one +of them.</p> + +<p class='c009'>As the boat in which he and Bill were sitting +beside Mr. Smallwood was lowered, Jack +glanced upward and had a view of the lighted +decks, the rails being lined with the heads of curious +and excited passengers. Then came a sickening +swing outward as the ship rolled.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Let go all or we’ll be smashed!” shouted Mr. +Smallwood.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_104' id='Page_104'>104</a></span> +For a moment, as the ship heaved back, it +seemed indeed, as if the boat was doomed to be +dashed against her steel sides and smashed into +splinters. But in the nick of time the “falls” +were let go “all standing.” The boat rushed +downward and struck the top of a great wave +with a force that shook her. The next instant, +the patent blocks opened and on the crest of the +great comber Mr. Smallwood’s boat, and the +others, were swept off into the darkness.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Behind them arose a mighty cheer, but they +hardly noticed it in the excitement and danger +of the launching.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“A bad night for this work,” muttered Mr. +Smallwood as the boat was lifted heavenward +and then rushed down into a dark profundity +from which it seemed impossible she could +emerge. A blood red glow from the leaping +flames enveloping the stern of the doomed craft, +which was a large, single funneled steamer, lay +on the roughened sea.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Are there passengers on board, do you +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_105' id='Page_105'>105</a></span> +think?” asked Jack, rather tremulously, as the +blood-chilling uproar from the burning vessel +continued.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Looks to me more like a freighter—hard +there on the bow-oars,—meet that sea,—she has +no upper decks,” replied the third officer.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I don’t see anybody on board her, either,” +said Bill, after an interval, during which the +boat escaped swamping, as it seemed to the boys, +by a miracle only.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Let’s hope they got away,” said the third +officer, “but that devil’s concert on board beats +me. It’s not human, that’s one sure thing. +What in blazes is it?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“It gives me the shivers,” confessed Bill.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The noise grew positively deafening as they +got closer. The intense heat of the blaze and the +shower of falling embers that enveloped them +added to their discomfort.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Row toward the bow,” roared Mr. Smallwood, +cupping his hands, “or we’ll have the +boats afire next.”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_106' id='Page_106'>106</a></span> +Already several of the seamen had hastily extinguished +portions of their clothing that had +caught, and burns on hands and faces were plentiful. +But as they pulled toward the blazing +craft’s bow, this annoyance was avoided, the +wind blowing the heat and embers from them.</p> + +<p class='c009'>All at once, as they swung upward on the +crest of an immense comber, Jack uttered a +shout:</p> + +<p class='c009'>“The mystery’s solved.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“What do you mean?” demanded Mr. Smallwood.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“The mystery of that horrible noise. That’s +a cattle ship yonder, and the poor beasts are +mad with fear.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>The next wave gave them a clear view of tossing +horns and heads as the unfortunate cattle, +penned on the burning craft, rushed madly +about the decks, in vain seeking some means of +relief. It was a piteous sight, for there was no +way of saving them from being burned alive unless +the ship sank first.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_107' id='Page_107'>107</a></span> +“Oh, but that’s awful!” gasped Jack, with a +shudder.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Look, look up on the bow!” cried Bill suddenly. +“There’s a man. He’s seen us.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“He’s waving,” cried Mr. Smallwood. “Hurrah! +Give way, men! There’s a poor beggar +roasting on that ship.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>But the boat’s crew needed no urging. In the +lee of the burning cattle ship the water was +smoother and they could make better time. Silhouetted +against the glare, too, every man of +them could see, by a twist of his head, that solitary +marooned figure on the bow of the fire +ship.</p> + +<p class='c009'>As the first boat,—Mr. Smallwood’s,—ranged +in alongside the high steel prow, Jack’s quick eye +caught sight of a rope dangling from the great +steel anchor chains. By what impulse he did it +he could not have explained, but as the boat +ranged close alongside he poised for an instant +on the heaving gunwale and then launched his +body forward into space.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_108' id='Page_108'>108</a></span> +“Come back, boy!” shouted Mr. Smallwood. +But by the time the words had left his mouth, +Jack was scrambling up the rope amidst the +cheers of the men in the tossing boats now far +below him. It was the work of a few moments +only to gain the anchor chain, and to climb up +them was, for a lad of Jack’s brawn and activity, +an easy task.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Thank heaven you came before it was too +late,” cried the solitary man on the fore deck, +staggering toward the boy with outstretched +arms.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Are you the only man on board?” demanded +the boy, deciding to leave explanations till later.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“No, Dick Sanders is sick in his bunk below.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Where, down this hatchway? In the forecastle?” +asked Jack quickly.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Yes, I was too weak to carry him up, heaven +help me,” muttered the other reeling weakly.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack did not stop to listen. He knew that +within a few minutes his shipmates would be on +board and would rescue the half-crazed man on +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_109' id='Page_109'>109</a></span> +the bow. It was his duty to go after the sick +man below. Into the ill-smelling darkness of +the forecastle of the cattle ship he plunged, +clawing his way down an iron ladder. At the +bottom he struck a match. As its light flared +up he heard a groan, and looking in the direction +from which it came he espied the emaciated +form of a boy lying in a bunk.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Have you come to save me?” gasped out the +sick lad, who was almost a skeleton and whose +eyes glowed with unnatural brightness in his +parchment-like face.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Yes, but you must do exactly what I tell +you,” instructed Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I will, oh, I will,” choked out the other. +“Only save me. I was afraid I was going to be +left here to die alone.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Don’t talk about dying now,” ordered Jack. +“Now clasp your arms round my neck and hold +on tight. Do you think you can keep your grip +till we get to the top of that ladder?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Yes—that is, I think so,” returned the sick +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_110' id='Page_110'>110</a></span> +lad, who had been cabin boy on the doomed +ship.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Then, hold on,” ordered Jack as, having carried +his pitifully light burden across the forecastle +to the foot of the ladder, he prepared to +ascend the rounds. Once or twice he had to stop +on the way up, and holding on with one hand, +grasp Dick Sanders with his other arm to allow +the lad to recruit his strength. At last they +reached the deck and Jack, who was almost exhausted, +laid his frail burden down with a sigh +of relief.</p> + +<p class='c009'>He looked about for his companions, who he +fully expected to see on the forecastle. There +was no sign of them.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The lone man who had waved to them from +the bow had also vanished. A rope ladder, one +end of which was secured inboard, showed the +way they had gone.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Queer that they didn’t wait for me,” muttered +Jack. “They must have known I was +below. I wonder——”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_111' id='Page_111'>111</a></span> +There was a sudden warning shout from +somewhere.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Look out for your life!” came in Mr. Smallwood’s +voice.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack looked up, startled. The burning ship +was a flush-decked craft. That is, her forecastle +was not raised, but was on a level with the main +deck where the cattle pens were. The terrified +creatures, in their frenzy of fear, had broken +loose from the flimsy timber structure, and +now, urged on by the flames behind them, were +charging down in a wild stampede upon Jack +and the half-conscious form of the sick boy at +his feet.</p> + +<p class='c009'>It was not possible to effect a retreat down the +forecastle hatch, for his efforts to support himself +on the journey up had been too much for +Dick Sanders’ strength.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack looked about him. It was imperative to +act with desperate swiftness.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Now, not fifty feet from him was the advance +guard of the maddened, fear-crazed steers. In +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_112' id='Page_112'>112</a></span> +a few seconds, if he did not act swiftly, both he +and the lad he had rescued would be pounded +by their sharp hoofs into an unrecognizable +mass.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Suddenly he formed a resolution. With desperate +eagerness he stripped off his oilskins and +kicked off the light deck shoes he had not +thought to change in the hurry of embarkment. +Then, picking up the fragile form of Dick in +his arms, he sped for the side of the forecastle.</p> + +<p class='c009'>As the long-horned steers swept down so close +to him that he could feel their breaths and see +the whites of their frenzied eyes, the boy leaped +up and outward into the night.</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_113' id='Page_113'>113</a></span> + <h2 id='chXV' class='c007'>CHAPTER XV.<br /> <br />JACK’S BRAVE LEAP.</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>What happened after the leap, Jack never +knew clearly. He felt a wild, half-suffocating +rush through the air and then a sensation of +choking and strangling as a cold, stifling weight +of water pressed in on him. Down, down, down +he plunged. It seemed as if he would never rise. +In his ears was an intolerable drumming. +Everything was blood-red before his eyes.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Then came a sudden blast of blessed air, following +a swift upward rush, and he found himself +struggling in the wild sea with Dick Sanders +clinging desperately to him and almost making +him go under again.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Luckily Jack, without conscious thought, had +chosen the lee side of the burning ship, where +the boats hovered, for his leap for two lives. +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_114' id='Page_114'>114</a></span> +As his head appeared above the surface, the +bright glare of the flames showed his form +clearly to the anxious watchers who had witnessed +his daring dive.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“There he is! Hurrah!” shouted Bill Raynor, +who was the first to see him. “Hold on, Jack, +old boy, we’ll be with you in just a second.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Keep up your heart! We’ll get you!” bellowed +Mr. Smallwood.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack essayed a feeble wave in response, with +the result that he was once more engulfed. But +in a few moments he was safe and a dozen pairs +of strong arms had drawn him and Dick Sanders +into Mr. Smallwood’s boat.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Heavens, lad, what a dive,” cried the third +mate admiringly, when Jack was somewhat recovered +and Dick lay covered with seamen’s +coats on the floor of the boat.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Gracious, we thought you were a goner!” exclaimed +Raynor, “when the cattle made the first +charge. I guess you didn’t hear it, being below. +We all came close to being caught. The man +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_115' id='Page_115'>115</a></span> +on the forecastle, who was unconscious by the +time we got on board, was reached in time to +be lowered into one of the boats. In the confusion, +we thought you were among us. It was not +till we reached the boats again that we found +our mistake.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“In the meantime,” said Mr. Smallwood, +“those poor devils of steers had reached the rail +and not liking the look of the water any better +than the fire, charged back again. It was just +as the second ‘wave,’ as you might call it, was +coming for you that we saw you weren’t with +us. Suddenly we sighted you with that poor kid +there,” he nodded to the bottom of the boat, +“right in the line of their charge.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“If it hadn’t been for your warning shout, I +might not have been here now,” said Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I saw that and so I yelled with all my +power,” said the third officer, “but lad,” he went +on, slapping Jack on the back, “when I saw what +you were going to do, I regretted having warned +you.”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_116' id='Page_116'>116</a></span> +“It was the only thing to do,” said Jack. “We +wouldn’t have stood a chance if we had remained +where we were,” and he explained that +it was impossible to find shelter on the flush +deck or to retreat back into the forecastle.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Well, all’s well that ends well,” said Mr. +Smallwood, “but it gave me a turn when I saw +you come sky-hottling off that bow. But,—great +Christmas,—look yonder.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>He pointed back at the burning ship. By her +own light they saw her pitch heavily forward, +hesitate an instant and then, without further +warning, and amidst a piteous bellowing that +sounded like a death-wail, shoot downward to +the depths of the ocean. In an instant the light +she had spread across the rough sea had vanished, +and by contrast, the night appeared to +have suddenly solidified about them in velvety +blackness. A moment later a blinding white +light groped across the waste of tossing waters +and enveloped them in its glow. It was the +searchlight of the <em>St. Mark</em> and it accompanied +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_117' id='Page_117'>117</a></span> +them with its cheering light till they reached the +ship’s side.</p> + +<p class='c009'>They were greeted amid acclamation, and +Dick Sanders was at once taken charge of by +the ship’s doctor and some lady passengers. The +man who had been rescued had, by this time, +however, sufficiently recovered to accompany +Mr. Smallwood, Bill and Jack to Captain Jameson’s +cabin, where that officer was eagerly waiting +to hear the details of the rescue.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The rescued sailor, whose name was Mark +Cherry, soon told them the story of the disaster +to the <em>Buffalonian</em>, a British cattle ship +which had left New York for London several +days previously. Early that evening the craft +had been overtaken by a German cruiser and +ordered to surrender. Every one on board was +made prisoner, and some of the cattle taken, +when the British captain, seized by a sudden fit +of anger, struck the German commander in the +face. He was instantly ironed, as were his officers, +Mark Cherry observing all this from under +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_118' id='Page_118'>118</a></span> +the cover of a boat where he had been working +when the cruiser took the cattle craft, and in +which he had remained hidden.</p> + +<p class='c009'>In revenge, apparently, for the British captain’s +attack on him, the German commander +had, on his return to his own ship, ordered the +<em>Buffalonian</em> fired upon by the big guns. The +hidden sailor crouched in terror in his place of +concealment while the cannon boomed. He +thought his last hour had come. The projectiles +shrieked through the sternworks of the ship +and one, he thought, had struck amidships +(which accounted for the vessel’s foundering).</p> + +<p class='c009'>At length, appearing to tire of this, the German +cruiser put about and steamed away. +Cherry crept from his hiding place where he +had remained paralyzed with fright throughout +the bombardment, and making for the wireless +room sent out the only signal he knew, the +S. O. S., which he had learned from a friendly +wireless man, in case there ever came a time +when it would be a matter of life and death to +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_119' id='Page_119'>119</a></span> +him to use it. This explained why no answer +came to Muller’s frantic calls after the first distress +signal.</p> + +<p class='c009'>It was only a few moments after this call that +flames burst from the shattered stern, and +Cherry knew that unless help came, his hours +were numbered. So confused and terrified was +he by his desperate situation, that it was not till +Jack’s appearance on the scene, he remembered +little Dick Sanders, the cabin boy, lying sick in +his bunk below. (It may be said here that with +care and good treatment the lad quickly recovered +his health, and he and Mark Cherry were +put to work with the crew of the <em>St. Mark</em>.) +Thus, without further incident, the English +Channel was reached and Jack began busily to +try to communicate with the firm’s London +agents for instructions as to docking orders.</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_120' id='Page_120'>120</a></span> + <h2 id='chXVI' class='c007'>CHAPTER XVI.<br /> <br />AWAITING ORDERS.</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>While awaiting orders, which the wireless +had told the <em>St. Mark’s</em> captain were not ready +for transmission, the big liner stood “off and on” +at the mouth of the channel. It was wearing +work, and all looked forward eagerly to the day +when their destination would be settled and they +could proceed.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack felt the monotony of it no less than anyone +else on board, but he spent a good many +busy hours perfecting an attachment for a wireless +coherer which he hoped would prove of +great value in the future, and possibly prove as +profitable as the Universal Detector, to which +allusion has already been made in “The Ocean +Wireless Boys” and “The Naval Code.” One +night, after working for some time at some +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_121' id='Page_121'>121</a></span> +rather abstruse calculations in this connection, +he decided to abandon the work for the night +and take a stroll on deck before turning in.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Raynor, he knew, was finishing up the last of +a series of match games of checkers, so he did +not bother to look up his friend. Knowing that +Bill was busily engaged, Jack was rather surprised +when, at his fourth or fifth turn up and +down the deck, which was almost deserted, a +steward stepped up to him with a note.</p> + +<p class='c009'>It proved to be from Raynor and read as follows:</p> + +<p class='c011'>“Dear Jack:</p> + +<p class='c012'>“Meet me at once in the stern where we can +talk without being spied on. The steward will +show you where. I have something important +to tell you about Radwig.</p> + +<div class='c013'>“<span class='sc'>Bill.</span>”</div> + +<p class='c010'>“This is very peculiar,” mused Jack, and then, +turning to the steward he asked:</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_122' id='Page_122'>122</a></span> +“Did Mr. Raynor give you this?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Yes, sir, and he told me to bring you to where +he was waiting, sir,” was the obsequious response.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“All right, lead on,” said Jack and then to +himself he added: “I can’t in the least make out +why old Bill should be so secretive. I might +just as well have met him in his cabin. But +maybe he is being watched, and thinks the place +he has appointed would be better.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>The steward led the way aft through a maze +of corridors and passages. At last they arrived +far in the stern of the ship where the unlighted +passages showed no cabins were occupied. The +twenty first-class passengers had all been booked +amidships, thus the hundreds of cabins opening +on the stern passages were unoccupied and nobody +went near them.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“You’ve no idea why Mr. Raynor selected this +part of the ship to meet me?” said Jack, as he +followed the man who lighted the way with an +electric torch.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_123' id='Page_123'>123</a></span> +“No, sir,” he replied, with a shake of his head. +“I suppose he had his reasons, sir.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“No doubt, but this is an odd part of the ship +to keep an appointment,” said Jack. “We must +be far away from the occupied cabins.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Oh, yes, sir. Almost a tenth of a mile. Wonderful, +ain’t it, sir, the size of these big ships? +A fellow could yell his lungs out in this part of +the vessel, sir, and things, being as they are, and +the cabins empty and all, nobody could hear +him.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I suppose not,” said Jack idly. “Are we +nearly there?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Yes, sir. Just turn down this passage, sir. +Right to the left, sir, mind that step and—” +Crash!</p> + +<p class='c009'>A great burst of light, as if a sudden explosion +had occurred in front of him blinded Jack, and +at the same instant he felt a violent blow on the +back of the head. Then the bright light vanished +with a loud report and he seemed to swim +for an instant, in blackness. Everything went +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_124' id='Page_124'>124</a></span> +out, as if a light had been switched off, and the +lad pitched heavily forward on his face.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Good, that will settle his hash for a while,” +muttered a voice, and Radwig, a short, wicked-looking +bludgeon in his hand, bent over the +senseless boy. By the German’s side was another +man, a short, thick-set, clean-shaven fellow +with a projecting jaw, known on the passenger +list as Mr. Duncan Ewing, of Chicago.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The light of the steward’s torch illumined +their faces as they stood above the recumbent +young wireless boy.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I say, sir,” muttered the man, “I know you’ve +paid me well and all, sir, but I didn’t bargain for +no murdering business, sir. I——”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Don’t be an idiot,” snapped Radwig impatiently. +“We haven’t hurt him. See, he’s beginning +to stir. Now then, Schultz——”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Radwig bent and took up the limp body by +the head while Mr. Duncan Ewing, who answered +with alacrity to the name of Schultz, +laid hold of poor Jack by the feet.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_125' id='Page_125'>125</a></span> +“Now, steward,” said Radwig, as they carried +their burden into an empty cabin, “keep a stiff +upper lip till we dock, and then I don’t care +what happens. You’ll be well taken care of. +Don’t forget that.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Yes, sir, I know, sir,” said the man, whose +hand was trembling as he held the torch; “but +I don’t like the business, sir. If it wasn’t for my +poor wife being sick and needing the money, +and all—-”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“That will do. Go get us the lamp you promised. +In the meantime we’ll revive this young +fellow and show you that he’s not dead.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>From a carafe of stale water that stood on the +washstand, Radwig dashed a liberal application +in Jack’s face. He loosened the lad’s collar and +chafed his wrists. Jack moaned, stirred, and +opened his eyes. For a moment his swimming +senses refused to rally to his call. Then, with a +flash, he realized what had happened.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Radwig, you scoundrel!” he exclaimed, +“what is the meaning of this outrage?”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_126' id='Page_126'>126</a></span> +“Just a delicate little way of reminding you +that it is not well to thwart the wishes of Herr +Professor Radwig,” was the reply. “Schultz, +my dear fellow, shut that door. No, wait a moment, +here comes our man with the lamp. That’s +better.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>He took the lamp from the steward, and set +it in a frame on the wall provided for it in case +the electric light failed from any cause. The +steward, still pale and shaky, hurried away after +one glance at Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“And now,” said Radwig, “we will leave you +to your reflections, my young friend. It will do +you no good to shout. Under present conditions +this part of the ship is uninhabited. No +one comes near it. As for trying to force the +door after we have gone, it would be wasted +labor. I have taken the pains to affix bolts to the +outside of it. Bread you will find, and some +water, under the bunk. I advise you to be sparing +of it, for you will not get any more and now—<em>auf +wiedersehn</em>.”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_127' id='Page_127'>127</a></span> +He opened the door, motioned Schultz out, +and turned a malevolent smile on the boy. With +a shout, Jack flung himself forward, but the +door slammed in his face.</p> + +<p class='c009'>He heard a laugh from outside, a laugh that +made his blood boil and his fists clench. He fell +against the door and wrenched at it furiously. +But already the bolts outside had been shot into +place and the portal held firmly.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Now don’t lose your temper,” begged Radwig +mockingly from without; “it’s very bad, +very bad for the digestion. I would recommend +you to spend your time mediating over the manifest +advantages of being obliging. Good-night.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack, listening at the bolted door, heard their +footsteps die away down the deserted passageway.</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_128' id='Page_128'>128</a></span> + <h2 id='chXVII' class='c007'>CHAPTER XVII.<br /> <br />WHAT BEFELL IN THE AFTER CABIN.</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>“Man overboard!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Bill, making his way along the deck to the +wireless room companionway, heard the thrilling +cry and joined the rush of passengers to the +stern rail from whence the shout had come. +Radwig and Schultz stood there with every expression +of alarm on their faces.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The captain came hurrying up.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“What is it? What’s the matter?” he demanded.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Somebody fell overboard,” declared Radwig; +“we heard a splash and hastened here at +once to cut loose a life belt.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Lower a boat at once,” commanded the captain; +“slow down the engines.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>The petty officer to whom the command had +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_129' id='Page_129'>129</a></span> +been given, hurried off at top speed to the bridge +while the captain asked more questions of Radwig +and his companion. But they could tell +nothing more definite than that they had heard +a splash and a cry and that was all. They had +not seen who was the victim of the accident.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The captain decided to call a roll of passengers +and crew at once. While the boat was lowered, +and was rowed to and fro, on the dark +waters, this work went on. When it was over, +there was only one person on board found to be +missing. This was, of course, Jack Ready. The +cunning of Radwig had evolved this clever plan +to obviate the search that would be surely made +on the ship for the imprisoned young wireless +lad when his absence from duty was discovered. +If the lad was believed to be drowned, of course, +no effort would be made to find him on board +and he and Schultz would be safe from the results +of their rascality. It was a clever though +simple scheme and it worked to perfection, for +after an hour of investigation the captain was +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_130' id='Page_130'>130</a></span> +forced to conclude that Jack had, in some inexplicable +manner, fallen overboard and had perished.</p> + +<p class='c009'>But there was one person on board who did +not accept this theory, and that was Bill Raynor. +By no figuring could he bring himself to +believe that Jack had fallen into the sea. In the +first place, the rail was almost breast high, and +in the second, Jack was too good a sailor to have +lost his head and toppled from the ship.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I am convinced he’ll turn up,” he told Mullen +in the wireless room.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Yes, but a thorough search was made for +him without result,” objected the other.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Never mind, something seems to tell me that +he is all right,” protested Bill.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I’m afraid you are deluding yourself,” said +Mullen, shaking his head. “When he fell overboard——”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“You mean <em>if</em> he fell overboard,” interrupted +Bill.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Why, you surely don’t doubt that!” +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_131' id='Page_131'>131</a></span> +exclaimed Mullen; “a splash is heard and following +that a canvass of the ship shows that Jack +Ready is missing. If he wasn’t drowned, where +is he?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I admit that it sounds like a poser,” said Bill. +“See here, I’m not absolutely certain that he did +go overboard at all.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“What?” Mullen stared at Raynor as if he +thought he had suddenly been bereft of his +senses.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I mean what I say,” repeated Bill slowly. +“I’m not sure that he did go overboard.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“In that case he must be on board the ship.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Exactly.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“But why should he be hiding?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“He’s not hiding.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Then why doesn’t he show up?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Because he’s been hidden,” replied Bill.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Oh, that’s too fantastic an idea,” cried Mullen.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I know it sounds wild—almost crazy, in fact, +but I simply cannot help feeling it.”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_132' id='Page_132'>132</a></span> +“I wish I could think the same way,” said +Mullen, and the tone of his voice left no room +to doubt that he meant what he said.</p> + +<p class='c009'>In the meantime, how was it with Jack? Confined +in the stuffy cabin, lighted only by the +smoky lamp, his head ached intolerably from +the cruel blow that had been dealt him. In fact, +it was not till the following morning that he felt +himself again.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Neither of the men who had made him a prisoner +came near the cabin in which he was confined, +and although he tried shouting for aid till +his throat was sore, nobody appeared to hear +him. The boy began to be seriously alarmed +over his predicament.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Radwig had told him in so many words, that +neither he nor Schultz intended to return to the +cabin. The water and bread left him would not +suffice for more than a few hours. By the time +the cabin was entered by some employee of the +ship, it was entirely probable that the aid would +come too late. Luckily for him, his mental +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_133' id='Page_133'>133</a></span> +anguish was not increased by knowledge of the +story of his death by drowning that had circulated +through the ship. Had he known of this, +it is likely that, plucky as the lad was, he would +have given way entirely to despair.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The cabin was an inside one, so that there was +no porthole through which he could project his +head and call for aid. Examination of the small +chamber, even to the length of pulling up the +carpet, showed that there was no means of escape +short of forcing open the door and that +Jack, strong as he was, was unable to accomplish, +although he wore out his muscles trying +it.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The hours passed by with dragging feet until +it seemed to the boy that he must have been in +the bolted cabin for years instead of hours. The +lamp guttered and went out, leaving him +plunged in pitchy darkness. It was the last +straw. Jack flung himself on the bunk and buried +his head in his hands. How long he lay thus +he did not know, but he was aroused and his +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_134' id='Page_134'>134</a></span> +heart set suddenly in a wild flutter by the sound +of approaching footsteps and voices.</p> + +<p class='c009'>He shouted aloud:</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Help, for heaven’s sake, help!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Then he sat silent, hardly daring to believe +that there was a possibility of his rescue. More +probably the voices and footsteps were those of +Radwig and his rascally accomplice.</p> + +<p class='c009'>In an agony of apprehension, Jack sat in the +darkness waiting for the answer to his cry for +aid.</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_135' id='Page_135'>135</a></span> + <h2 id='chXVIII' class='c007'>CHAPTER XVIII.<br /> <br />A RASCAL BROUGHT TO BOOK.</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>We must now go back to an occurrence that +happened earlier in the evening. The ship had +finally received orders to dock at Southampton +and was proceeding at a fast clip up the +Channel when the telephone in the wireless +room rang and a voice inquired for Bill Raynor. +Summoned to the wire by Mullen, Bill, who +had just entered the station after a miserable day +of anxiety for Jack, replied and found that he +had been called by the ship’s surgeon, Dr. +Moore.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“There has been an accident,” said the doctor; +“one of the men has been badly injured. He +says he wants to see you without delay.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“But I know none of the crew,” said Bill.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“This man evidently knows you, however,” +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_136' id='Page_136'>136</a></span> +returned the doctor, “and I wish you would come +as soon as possible. He appears to be worrying +over something and says he cannot rest till he +has seen you.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Greatly mystified, Bill obeyed the summons. +On entering the doctor’s cabin he saw, stretched +on the lower bunk, and swathed in bandages, the +figure of a man who turned a pair of sunken eyes +on him.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“One of the stewards,” whispered the doctor. +“Poor fellow. Badly scalded in the galley.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>He turned to the sufferer.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“This is Mr. Raynor, whom you wanted to +see,” he said.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Let him come here,” said the man feebly.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Bill approached the man’s side.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“What can I do for you?” he asked.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I want to ease my conscience of a great burden. +Bend low so that you can hear me. It +hurts when I talk loud.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Bill bent over the pitiable, bandaged form.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“What do you want to tell me?” he said.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_137' id='Page_137'>137</a></span> +“That your friend, Mr. Ready, is a prisoner +on this steamer,” was the reply that brought an +exclamation of amazement from Bill.</p> + +<p class='c009'>He was half-inclined to believe the man was +delirious for an instant, but a moment later revised +this opinion.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“How do you know this?” he asked, when he +had recovered from his astonishment.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I helped the plotters who put him there,” +moaned the man. “They were Germans, like +myself, and they told me that if he was not shut +up he would betray them to the English authorities +as soon as the ship docked. They gave me +money and I let them have the key to a cabin +far in the stern of the vessel. They forged a note +to him and trapped him when, in answer to it, +I led him to where they were waiting.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“And he is there now?” cried Bill.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The man nodded slowly.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“So far as I know. They had screwed bolts +on the door.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“He was not hurt?” demanded Bill.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_138' id='Page_138'>138</a></span> +“Not seriously; but they struck him on the +head.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“The brutes,” cried Bill.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“You know who they were, then?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I can guess—a man named Radwig and another +named Schultz.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>The bandaged man nodded again.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“You have named them correctly.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Doctor!” exclaimed Bill, “you have heard +what this man has said. Can you leave him long +enough to go with me to Captain Jameson?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Gladly, my boy. But of all extraordinary +tales——”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“It is true, upon my word of honor,” groaned +the injured man. “The number of the cabin is +14. The chief steward has the keys. I stole +them from his desk to open the stateroom and +placed them back again without his knowledge.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“And just to think,” muttered Bill, as he and +the doctor hastened from the injured man’s side, +“that if it had not been for that accident we’d +never have known a thing about poor old Jack’s +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_139' id='Page_139'>139</a></span> +plight till too late. After all, that feeling I had +was correct.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Captain Jameson summoned the chief steward +as soon as he had heard Bill’s story and together +the commander, and the others, hastened through +the maze of corridors leading to stateroom 14. +Theirs were the voices the boy had heard, and +in ten minutes’ time he was wringing Bill’s hand +and telling, to an indignant group, the story of +Radwig’s outrage.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The captain’s indignation knew no bounds.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I’ll have those rascals in irons before we drop +anchor!” he exclaimed. “We are nearing Southampton +now and if that man had not met with +his accident they might have landed and escaped +scot free.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack was weakened by his trying experience, +but he was not too exhausted not to be able to +accompany the officer to Radwig’s cabin. A +knock on the door brought an immediate answer:</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Come in.”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_140' id='Page_140'>140</a></span> +“Keep back,” whispered the captain to Jack, +“I want to see how far these rascals will incriminate +themselves.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Accordingly, Jack and the others kept out of +sight as the door was opened and Captain Jameson +stepped inside, but as the portal was left +ajar, they could hear what went on within.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“You know my friend, Mr. Ewing,” said Radwig, +in oily tones, indicating Schultz, who, it +will be recalled, had adopted that alias, and who +was seated in Radwig’s cabin engaged over a +valise full of papers.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The captain bowed his acknowledgment of the +introduction.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“And to what am I to attribute the honor of +this visit?” said Radwig. “Possibly something +connected with the formalities of landing? I +am informed we shall be in harbor in a short +time now.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“That is correct,” said the captain bruskly, +“and we shall land minus one of the ship’s company.”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_141' id='Page_141'>141</a></span> +“You mean poor young Ready, the wireless +operator,” said Radwig. “It was too bad about +that unfortunate lad. If my friend and myself +had been a few seconds earlier we might have +saved him before he went overboard.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Well, of all the precious hypocrites,” gasped +Bill under his breath.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“He takes the grand trophy,” breathed Jack, +who had been told of the cleverly arranged story +of his death that had been circulated.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“There is not a question but that he is +drowned, I’m afraid,” came from Schultz the +next minute. Then was heard the captain’s voice.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Why, yes, gentlemen, there is,” he said; “in +fact, there is every question for <em>here he is</em>!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>As if he had been an actor answering his +“cue,” Jack stepped into the lighted doorway. +At the sight of him, the two miscreants shrank +back as if they had seen a ghost.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Oh, I’m real enough, Messrs. Radwig and +Schultz,” smiled Jack, as the others crowded in +behind him.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_142' id='Page_142'>142</a></span> +“And it will be my duty to hand you both over +to the British authorities,” snapped the captain +to the speechless pair.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Radwig made a sudden dart for the valise full +of documents. His move was so unexpected that +before they could stop him he had hurled it out +through the open porthole. Then, with a snarl +of rage, he flung himself at Jack. But the captain’s +erect figure interposed.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Stand where you are,” he ordered, and Radwig +found himself looking into the muzzle of a +revolver.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Hold out your hands,” he ordered and cringing, +the two miscreants obeyed.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Jones,” he added, addressing the chief steward, +“oblige me by slipping those handcuffs on +the men.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>The click of the steel bracelets appeared to +arouse Radwig to speech.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“You—you—young whelp,” he shouted, shaking +his manacled fists at Jack. “Whatever may +be my fate, I’ll remember you and see that you +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_143' id='Page_143'>143</a></span> +are attended to if it takes every penny and +every resource I have.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Violence won’t do you any good,” commented +the captain quietly, “and if I know anything +of the English law you are apt to spend +quite some time in Great Britain. Jones, march +the prisoners to the smoking room and detain +them there till the ship docks.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Sullenly, the two prisoners shuffled out of the +cabin and were marched past wondering passengers +to their place of detention. Three +hours later, when the ship docked, the boys saw +them being taken ashore by British officials. +A thorough ransacking of their cabin had failed +to reveal any incriminating documents, although +the valise which Radwig had hurled out of the +porthole undoubtedly had contained such papers.</p> + +<p class='c009'>At Southampton they learned that the <em>St. +Mark</em> was likely to be tied up for some time. +Rumors of mines and torpedoes made the owners +unwilling to risk her loss. The two lads, +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_144' id='Page_144'>144</a></span> +therefore, left the vessel, and proceeded to London, +where their instructions were to visit agents +of the line and learn if anything had been heard +of Tom Jukes. They found the city thronged +with marching soldiers and territorials, while +everywhere proclamations calling on the men of +England to enlist were posted. Otherwise, however, +everything appeared to be going on as if +there were no war.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Inquiry at the agents resulted in a meagre +clue to the whereabouts of the lad of whom they +were in search. He had wired for funds from +Malines, a Belgian town, a few days before war +was declared and the Germans invaded Belgium. +Since then nothing had been heard of +him.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The magnitude of their task appeared greater +than ever to the two lads now that they had actually +started the work. But Jack was not the +sort of lad to give up at the first difficulty.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“We’ll go to Belgium,” he announced, but +right here a stumbling block appeared.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_145' id='Page_145'>145</a></span> +There were no longer regular steamers running +to Belgian ports, and the small and infrequent +craft that did venture had been warned +by the Admiralty that the North Sea was +thickly sown with mines. It was a journey +full of peril but, nothing daunted, Jack and Bill +journeyed to Grimsby, a town on the east coast, +where they were told they might be able to engage +passage on a trawler, provided they could +find a captain adventurous enough to take them +across.</p> + +<p class='c009'>All this took up valuable time, for in the confusion +and turmoil of war time, business was +harder to transact than in normal times. Two +days were consumed in London, but on the evening +of the second they started for Grimsby. As +they took their seats in the train, a newsboy came +along shouting “War Extras.” They bought +some of his papers and settled back to read them.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Well, here’s an encouraging item,” said Bill +ironically, as the train moved out. He pointed +to a despatch headed:</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_146' id='Page_146'>146</a></span> +“Trawler destroyed by mines in the North +Sea.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“We’ll have to take our chances,” decided +Jack, “but, hullo—what’s this?” he exclaimed +suddenly; “listen here, Bill.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>He read excitedly from his paper:</p> + +<p class='c009'>“The two prisoners arrested as German military +agents on the arrival of the American liner +<em>St. Mark</em> at Southampton two days ago have, in +some mysterious manner, escaped. Four of their +guards are under arrest. It is hinted that bribery +was used to effect the Germans’ liberty.”</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_147' id='Page_147'>147</a></span> + <h2 id='chXIX' class='c007'>CHAPTER XIX.<br /> <br />THE “BARLEY RIG.”</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>It was with Captain Hoeseason of the trawler +<em>Barley Rig</em> that the boys finally succeeded in +striking a bargain to land them in Antwerp. The +captain of the craft, who was also her owner, +was a giant of a man, more than six feet tall in +his great sea boots and dressed in rough fisherman’s +garb. The boys found him in a small, +waterfront inn, with a thatched roof and red +window curtains which bore the sign of the Magpie +and Shark, apparently, in the owner’s estimation, +a happy combination of land and sea.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Captain Hoeseason declared that he knew the +North Sea like a book and that there would be +no danger of encountering mines if they sailed +with him. His craft would be ready at the long +fish dock at six the next morning, he declared, +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_148' id='Page_148'>148</a></span> +and at that hour the boys presented themselves.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The crew of the <em>Barley Rig</em> were a rough, +weather-beaten looking set of men, and almost +immediately, upon the boy’s arrival, they set to +work, under the hoarsely bawled orders of Captain +Hoeseason, setting the fisher craft’s great +red sails. At last all was ready. Under a brisk +breeze, that momentarily grew stronger, the +trawler slipped out to sea.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“They’re a rough-looking lot on this craft,” +observed Jack to Bill, as the <em>Barley Rig</em> began +to toss about in a way that would have been trying +to less experienced sailors.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Yes, I’m glad you’ve got that money in your +money-belt,” said Bill, referring to the American +gold they carried. “They have none of +them seen it, thank goodness, or we might have +cause to worry.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Oh, I don’t know,” declared Jack. “They +may be honest enough for all their rough looks. +I imagine that the North Sea fishery doesn’t +tend to make men very refined looking.”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_149' id='Page_149'>149</a></span> +“At all events it hasn’t had that effect on this +crew,” laughed Bill.</p> + +<p class='c009'>At noon they were summoned, by the cook’s +beating on a tin pan, to a dinner of fried fish +and boiled potatoes. The little cabin where they +ate it reeked of the fish that for years had +formed the <em>Barley Rig’s</em> cargo, and was lighted, +for it had no openings but the companionway +above, by a swinging, smoking lamp of what was +known among the fishermen as the “pot” variety. +But it would have taken more than this +to dull the keen edges of the boys’ appetites, +whet to razor sharpness by the freshening wind.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The cook, an old, bent man, with a wild blue +eye, stood by his rusty stove watching as they +devoured what was set before them. Overhead +they could hear the trample of feet and the occasional +impact of a big wave as it broke in +spray over the bow.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“It’s getting rougher,” remarked Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Seems to be,” agreed Bill; “this is a small +boat to be out in a storm.”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_150' id='Page_150'>150</a></span> +“They say that the trawlers are fine sea boats,” +declared Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>There was no doubt that it was getting +rougher. By mid-afternoon the green seas with +breaking, white tops, were leaping mountainously +under a scudding gray sky. Still, the captain +of the <em>Barley Rig</em> did not take in a reef of +his sails. He stood beside the tiller, which was +gripped by a young giant of a fisher in jersey and +boots, giving an occasional order and puffing vigorously +at his stubby clay pipe.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Beside an occasional gruff word, Captain +Hoeseason did not have much to say to his passengers, +but they noticed that his eyes followed +them constantly.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I can’t shake off an idea that the fellow has +some mischief in mind,” declared Bill, after he +had noticed the furtive scrutiny the skipper of +the <em>Barley Rig</em> was bestowing on them.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Nonsense,” declared Jack. “I made a few +inquiries about him and he appears to bear a +good character. Anyhow, we are going among +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_151' id='Page_151'>151</a></span> +dangers beside which this trip won’t appear as +anything, so don’t get nervous at the start off.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>As dusk began to settle down, it showed a wild +scene. The trawler appeared to be alone on the +troubled ocean; at least, no other craft was +within sight. The wind howled dismally +through the cordage, and the reefed sails tore at +their ropes as if they would part at any moment.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Bad weather, Captain,” said Jack, as he and +Bill stood bracing themselves against a back +stay.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Oh, aye,” rejoined the captain, taking out his +pipe like a stopper to permit himself speech, +“but she’ll be worse afore she gits better.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>He was right. By nightfall, it was blowing a +gale, and the big seas were breaking over the +<em>Barley Rig</em>, drenching everything. Water fell +in cataracts down the cabin companionway every +time the hatch was opened. Cooking was impossible, +and the boys made their supper on hard +ship biscuit and water while a small flood +washed about their feet.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_152' id='Page_152'>152</a></span> +“This is awful, Jack,” remarked Bill after a +lurch that had sent him sliding across the cabin.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Cheer up, old fellow, it might be worse,” +retorted Jack cheerily.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Bill gave a groan.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I don’t see how it could be, unless we go to +the bottom,” Bill grumbled dismally. “You +don’t think there’s any danger of that, Jack, do +you?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Not a bit of it. This craft has weathered +many a storm as bad or worse than this, I don’t +doubt,” declared Jack stoutly, although the laboring +of the storm-stricken <em>Barley Rig</em> was beginning +to get on his nerves.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Not long after the completion of their scanty +meal, the captain came below and snatched a +bite. He was dripping from head to foot and +reported the gale as increasing in violence.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“My advice to you younkers is to turn in,” he +said. “You can have my bunk—that one yonder. +I’ll be on deck all night and so will ’tother lads.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>The bunk in question was not much more than +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_153' id='Page_153'>153</a></span> +a shelf with some very dubious-looking blankets +piled untidily on it. But the boys were tired, and +so they clambered up and composed themselves +to rest with the deck within a foot of their faces, +so low was the cabin ceiling.</p> + +<p class='c009'>For a time sleep was impossible. The buffeting +blows that the big waves struck the laboring +trawler made her shake and creak as if she would +go to pieces at any moment. On deck the heavy +trampling of sea boots kept up without intermission. +The smoky lamp swung drearily. The +motion grew so violent at times that they were +almost pitched out of the bunk. In some corner +into which he had dragged himself, they +could hear the old cook snoring and mumbling +in his sleep.</p> + +<p class='c009'>But at last, despite all this, tired nature asserted +herself and they dozed off, while outside, +the storm howled and shrieked like a furious +and sentient creature aroused to frenzy and extermination.</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_154' id='Page_154'>154</a></span> + <h2 id='chXX' class='c007'>CHAPTER XX.<br /> <br />THE HIDDEN MINE.</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>About midnight, Jack awakened with a start +and a vague feeling that all was not well. The +<em>Barley Rig</em> was still tossing violently and for +a few moments after he opened his eyes, the lad +who had slept on the outside of the bunk felt +dazed.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Then he became aware that Captain Hoeseason +was standing near to him, feeling about +under the mattress.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“He’s trying to rob us,” thought Jack. “What +shall I do?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>The thought flashed across him that he had no +weapon, and that Hoeseason was probably +armed. He was undecided whether to feign +sleep or not, for the captain of the <em>Barley Rig</em> +was apparently not yet aware that the boy was +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_155' id='Page_155'>155</a></span> +awake, when he was saved the trouble of making +a decision.</p> + +<p class='c009'>He was grasped roughly by the shoulder and +violently shaken. The giant captain, with an +evil look in his eyes, stood above him, a huge +seaman’s knife glimmering in his hand under the +light of the guttering lamp.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Now, younker,” he said, in his hoarse tones, +with a ferocious look, “I ain’t goin’ ter beat +about the bush. I’ve come after that money of +yourn.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“What money?” demanded Jack, deeming it +wisest to “spar for time,” and see if he could not +devise some way out of the dilemma.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Now, don’t play foxey, Mister Yankee kid,” +snarled the huge fisherman; “you know as well +as I do. The money in that belt I heard you +talking to your chum about.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I know nothing about it,” declared Jack. +“When I paid you I gave you almost all the +money I had. I am looking to get fresh funds +in Antwerp.”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_156' id='Page_156'>156</a></span> +The man tightened his grip on the boy’s shoulder +and fairly yanked him out of the bunk. He +placed his knife between his teeth and compelling +Jack to hold his arms above his head he +searched him. Jack’s heart sank. He knew the +money belt was in the bunk under the pillow. +Beyond doubt this desperate ruffian would search +the sleeping place before very long and discover +its hiding place.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“So it ain’t on you,” snarled Hoeseason, when +he had finished his search, “but I’ll bet a guinea +it ain’t far away. Stand where you are and don’t +move as you value your life while I overhaul +the bunk.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>A moment later an exclamation of savage delight +burst from his bearded lips.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Ah! Here it is. See, younker, I was bound +to find it and—— What the——?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>As the giant of a man stood half-facing him, +Jack gathered himself for a crouching leap. +He sprang straight at the man’s legs and, catching +him entirely by surprise, brought him to the +floor with a crash that could be heard above the +raging of the storm.</p> + +<div class='figcenter'> +<div class='ic004'> +<a href='images/i3f.jpg'><img src='images/i3.jpg' alt='' class='ig004' /></a> +<p>Jack gathered himself for a crouching leap and sprang straight at the man’s legs.—<i>Page</i> <a href='#Page_156'>156</a></p> +</div> +</div> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_157' id='Page_157'>157</a></span> +“Bill! Bill!” he shouted.</p> + +<p class='c009'>There was a stir in the bunk above.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Help me, quick. He’ll be too much for me +alone.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“What in the world, Jack Ready——?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Don’t ask questions. Come, quick!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Bill clambered out of his bunk with alacrity +as soon as he saw what was going forward. +Hoeseason, who had been, luckily for Jack, +slightly stunned by the fall, lay still. In his +fall the knife had flown from his hand and lay +half-way across the cabin.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“The knife, Bill,” panted Jack, “the knife before +he comes to. I dare not take chances with +him.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Bill quickly fetched the weapon.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“So he did try to rob us after all,” he said. +“The precious ruffian, I didn’t like his looks +from the start.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Never mind about that now, Bill, but hustle +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_158' id='Page_158'>158</a></span> +and get some rope. We must tie him, for when +he comes out of this he’ll be a match for the two +of us.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>There were plenty of odd bits of rope lying +about the cabin on lockers that ran down one +side of it. Bill procured several lengths, and in +a few moments, the semi-conscious giant was +bound hand and foot.</p> + +<p class='c009'>In the meantime, Jack fastened the money belt +round his waist once more.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I wish we had pistols,” he said, as they stood +watching the slow return of consciousness to the +bound captain’s face.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Why, this fellow is harmless now,” rejoined +Bill.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Yes, but you have forgotten the rest of the +crew, haven’t you?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Great Scott, I had for a moment. Do you +think they are in league with him?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I don’t know, but they are bound to find out +his plight sooner or later and we shall have to +reckon with them. We’re in a tight place, Bill.”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_159' id='Page_159'>159</a></span> +Captain Hoeseason began to stir. He rolled +his eyes uneasily, and the next moment discovered +that he was tied fast.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“You young imps,” he roared in stentorian +tones, “cut me loose instantly, or when I do get +free I’ll have such a vengeance on you as +will——”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“It won’t do you any good to rave like that, +captain,” declared Jack, “and, moreover, +we——”</p> + +<p class='c009'>The sentence was never finished. The fabric +of the <em>Barley Rig</em> seemed to heave suddenly upwards +and then rush apart. There was a burst +of blinding flame, and a report that drove the +ear drums in. The next instant, as it seemed to +them, there was an inrush of water on the tide +of which the boys were swept out into the darkness +of the raging seas.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The trawler vanished almost as quickly as the +terrific flash of flame from the mine that she had +struck, and which had ended her career for all +time.</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_160' id='Page_160'>160</a></span> + <h2 id='chXXI' class='c007'>CHAPTER XXI.<br /> <br />THE NORTH SEA.</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>The moments that followed were the most +terrible that Jack had ever known in his adventurous +life at sea. Cast adrift in the dark night +and wild sea, he was at first completely bewildered. +The very suddenness with which the +end of the <em>Barley Rig</em> had come had benumbed +him.</p> + +<p class='c009'>But ere long, the blind instinct of life asserted +itself. He struck out, hoping to find some wreckage +with which to sustain himself, for in that +rolling, breaking sea, he could not have hoped +to remain afloat long without some support.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Wave after wave swept over the bravely battling +lad, half choking him in spite of the fact +that he was an experienced and powerful swimmer.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_161' id='Page_161'>161</a></span> +“Great Scott!” he thought with dismay. “If +I can’t find some support to cling to before long, +I’m a goner. This is the worst ever.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>In addition to the difficulty of fighting the +baffling waves, Jack now began to experience a +fresh obstacle to keeping afloat. The weight of +the heavy money belt at his waist seemed to be +drawing him remorselessly down toward the +depths.</p> + +<p class='c009'>At first, he had difficulty in accounting for the +leaden feeling that possessed him after being a +short time in the water. But suddenly he recalled +the money belt with its weight of gold.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I’ll stick it out as long as I can,” resolved +the boy, “and then unfasten the buckle and let +the money sink.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>A section of wreckage came within his grasp +at that moment. He made a wild grab for it, +but a great wave swept it beyond his reach. He +began to feel numb and chilled and utterly incapable +of battling for his life much longer. +An odd, reckless feeling of indifference came +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_162' id='Page_162'>162</a></span> +over him. His movements became automatic, +no longer consciously directed.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Suddenly he recollected the money belt that +dragged at his body like a leaden weight. He +fumbled with the buckle with one hand while he +trod water. But the strap proved obdurate. +His chilled fingers could not undo it.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“It is the end,” murmured the exhausted boy. +“I’m all in, and can’t keep up the fight any +longer.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>A strange, dreamy sort of feeling crept over +him. He felt the water closing over his head. +Then, suddenly he seemed to be dragged skyward. +His senses swam and he knew nothing +more. When he opened his eyes, it was daylight. +He lay in the bottom of a small boat that +was being tossed about like a chip on the rough +sea which, although it had moderated to some +extent, was still running high.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Where on earth am I and what has happened?” +he wondered in the first few seconds of +returning consciousness. “I remember that +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_163' id='Page_163'>163</a></span> +terrible feeling that all was over, that I was drowning +and——”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Thank goodness you’re all right again, old +fellow.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Bill!” cried the young wireless man wildly, +as he recognized the voice, “is that really you or +your ghost? Am I dreaming or drowned?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Neither, I hope,” rejoined Bill, helping his +chum to raise himself in the bottom of the boat, +“but you came mighty near being the latter if +I hadn’t providentially come within reach of +you just in time.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Thank heaven you did,” replied Jack fervently, +“but tell me, how did it all happen? I +don’t understand. The last I can recollect is +going under and thinking that all was over.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Which must have been just about the time I +grabbed you by the hair and got you on board +somehow,” continued Bill. “I don’t know how +I did it, but I succeeded.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“But how did you come to be in the boat?” +Jack wanted to know.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_164' id='Page_164'>164</a></span> +“Well, you see when we were both swept out +of that cabin—I guess the trawler must have +been broken in half by the explosion,—when we +were both swept out, I didn’t know what was +happening and just struck out blindly.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Same here,” observed Jack. “I was looking +for a bit of wreckage to float on, but none came +my way.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I don’t know, though I guess I answer that +description,” chuckled Bill, regarding himself +with critical eyes. He was only half dressed, +and the few garments he had on, for it will be +recalled that neither of the boys had had time +to dress, had been almost ripped from him. Nor +was Jack in any better plight.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Anyhow,” went on Bill, “the first thing I +struck was this boat. It’s the small one that hung +astern of the trawler. The explosion, which +struck about midships, I guess, hadn’t harmed +it and it must have torn loose from its fastenings +when the <em>Barley Rig</em> sank. I clambered into it +and found it was half full of water. I +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_165' id='Page_165'>165</a></span> +managed, with an old tin bucket, which luckily, +hadn’t been washed overboard, to bale it to some +extent, and—and then I heard you yell——”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I don’t remember crying out,” interrupted +Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Well, anyhow, you gave a good husky yowl +and I glimpsed your head just alongside. I +hauled you aboard and laid you in the bottom of +the boat but I had not the least idea that it was +you that I had the good fortune to rescue till +daylight. You can imagine how glad I was.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“But what are we going to do now? Have +we oars?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“No.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Water?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“No.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Nor food?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Bill shook his head.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“If we’re not sighted and picked up we’ll be +in a bad fix, old fellow.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I’m afraid so. I guess we’re the sole survivors.”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_166' id='Page_166'>166</a></span> +“Yes, poor fellows. One can’t help feeling +sorry even for that rascal Hoeseason.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>The boat, a small, not over tight ship’s yawl, +swung on the top of a high wave. The boys eagerly +took advantage of this to gaze out over the +crests of the tossing water-mountains.</p> + +<p class='c009'>But the heaving, steel-gray sea was vacant of +life. All they could see was a vast expanse of +mighty rollers, desolate and cold under a leaden +sky. They exchanged blank looks.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Bill, old fellow, we’re up against it,” came +from Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Well, I’ve known times when things looked +considerably brighter,” admitted Bill dolefully.</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_167' id='Page_167'>167</a></span> + <h2 id='chXXII' class='c007'>CHAPTER XXII.<br /> <br />A NIGHT OF ALARMS.</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>Castaways on the open sea in a boat without +water, food or oars!</p> + +<p class='c009'>It was a situation to frighten the bravest. To +add to the peril of the boys’ position, they had +too appalling evidence of the fact that the North +Sea was strewn with floating mines which, even +the impact of a small craft, like the one in which +they were drifting at the mercy of the winds and +waves, would serve to detonate.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Small wonder, then, that after a while conversation +grew more and more desultory until at +length they each sat silent, gloomily surveying +their predicament. Fortunately, there was no +hot sun to beat down on them and aggravate the +thirst both were already beginning to feel. But +even with cool weather they could not hope to +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_168' id='Page_168'>168</a></span> +fight off the agonies of thirst for long. Food, +so far, was a secondary consideration.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Then, too, the frail nature of their craft gave +them cause for anxiety. The gale showed as yet +no signs of breaking up. From time to time the +ragged tops of great waves were ripped off by +the fury of the wind, deluging the boat in spray. +It was necessary to keep bailing constantly if +they hoped to remain afloat.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The constant buffeting to which they were subjected +was dizzying and nauseating. Both lads +ached in every limb. In a way they were glad +to have the exercise afforded by bailing, for it +went a long way to keeping their minds employed +and their limbs from stiffening in the +cramped, wet boat.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Yet their nerves showed no outward sign of a +breakdown. From time to time they exchanged +sentences intended to be cheerful; but it was a +ghastly sort of merriment of which they soon +tired. Thus the hours wore away and darkness +set in with a slight dimunition of the violence of +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_169' id='Page_169'>169</a></span> +the wind and signs, by the clearing of the sky, +that the break of the gale was at hand.</p> + +<p class='c009'>But they dared not sleep through the hours of +darkness, except in hasty snatches. Had the +bailing pail been left alone for even an hour, +the boat inevitably would have been swamped. +By midnight, though, the sea was much +smoother. Their dizzied heads, racked by the +incessant tossing, became clearer. They looked +about them. Suddenly Jack gave a shout.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Look! Look yonder!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>A short distance off, and apparently bearing +down on them, were the red and green sidelights +and the bright white mast-head signal of a +steamer!</p> + +<p class='c009'>Bill broke into a shout.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Hurray, Jack, we’re saved!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Not so fast, Bill. They may not see us in the +dark.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“That’s so. I’d give a million dollars, if I had +it, for a box of matches and some good dry stuff +to burn for a signal.”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_170' id='Page_170'>170</a></span> +“Not having those things, there’s no use worrying +about them,” returned Jack quietly, “but +say, Bill, see here.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>His voice was anxious. He gazed nervously +at the approaching lights.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“That steamer’s coming right down on us. +We can see both her sidelights.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Well, so much the better. She’s bound to see +us.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Haven’t you thought of another possibility?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“What do you mean?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Of a great danger?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I don’t understand you.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“She’s headed straight for us and we can’t +get out of the way. If she doesn’t change her +course, it will be a miracle if she doesn’t run us +down.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I hadn’t thought of that,” said Bill in sobered +tones. “What can we do?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Nothing but to sit tight and trust to luck.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Both lads now sat with anxious eyes fixed on +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_171' id='Page_171'>171</a></span> +the approaching lights. Nearer and nearer they +came, traveling fast.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Shout, Bill, shout with all your might,” enjoined +Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>They began yelling at the top of their lungs. +But those inexorable lights, like the eyes of some +savage monster, still bore down menacingly on +them. Already, in anticipation, they felt the +impact of the sharp bow, the crash of smashed +timbers and the suction of the propellers drawing +them down to death.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“They don’t hear us,” said Jack. “If the lookout +doesn’t sight us, we’re lost.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>The steamer was very close now. By straining +their eyes they thought they could make out +the dark outlines of her hull and spars against +the clearing sky. Bill hid his face in his hands. +He could not bear to look at the Juggernaut of +the seas advancing to crush them. Jack, with +more fortitude, sat erect with a thousand +thoughts whirring through his brain.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The mighty bow loomed above the tiny chip +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_172' id='Page_172'>172</a></span> +of a boat, throwing off a great wave. The comber +caught the light craft and flung it aside. +What seemed like a black cliff, with here and +there a gleaming light piercing its face, raced +past them, and the boat, with two white-faced, +shaken boys in it, was left in the wake of the +fast-moving steamer, safe, but being madly +tossed about by the wash of her propellers. The +danger had passed, almost by a hand’s breadth, +but it was some time before they were sufficiently +masters of themselves to discuss their escape.</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_173' id='Page_173'>173</a></span> + <h2 id='chXXIII' class='c007'>CHAPTER XXIII.<br /> <br />MEETING AN OLD FRIEND.</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>Morning broke on a comparatively smooth +sea, and two utterly exhausted, sunken-cheeked +lads, weak from exposure and lack of nourishment.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“This thing has got to end one way or another +before long,” declared Bill, his voice coming in +a sort of croak from his parched throat.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Yes, I’m afraid we can’t stick it out much +longer, Bill,” assented Jack languidly.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I’m beginning to see things,” muttered Bill; +“black objects dancing about in the sun. Over +there on the horizon, for instance, I can see a +dark cloud that looks like a tower. I know it +isn’t there, of course, but——”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“But, Bill, by hookey, it is!” cried Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“What, are you going crazy, too?”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_174' id='Page_174'>174</a></span> +“That’s not a tower, but a steamer’s smoke, +Bill,” declared Jack, after prolonged scrutiny. +In a few minutes Bill became convinced that his +chum was right.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“But will she pass near enough to see us?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>It was a question upon which much, indeed, +their very existence, might depend.</p> + +<p class='c009'>On came the cloud of smoke, and now they +could see the funnel and then the hull, of the +steamer that was making it.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Bill, I—I believe she’ll pass near us.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack’s voice trembled and his eyes shone as if +he were a victim of fever. Bill did not answer, +but he clutched the gunwale with hands that +shook, and fixed his gaze on the oncoming vessel. +Neither boy dared to speak, but both of +them felt that if the steamer did not sight them, +it would be more than they could bear.</p> + +<p class='c009'>They stood up in the boat when they thought +the craft was near enough to see and waved +frantically, at the risk of upsetting the cranky +little affair.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_175' id='Page_175'>175</a></span> +“Bill, she’s changing her course,” came from +Jack’s parched and fevered lips.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I believe she is. Yes, see there!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Three white puffs of steam burst from the +ship’s whistle. Then came the booming sound +of her siren thrice repeated. The sweetest music +produced by the finest musicians of both hemispheres +could not have sounded as good to the +boys at that moment as did the harsh roar of the +steam whistle that showed them they had been +sighted and that rescue was at hand. From the +steamer’s stern flag-staff fluttered the Dutch ensign, +proclaiming that she was a ship of a neutral +power.</p> + +<p class='c009'>This was an additional cause of congratulation +to the boys, for had they been picked up by +a craft flying a belligerent flag, they might have +become involved in fresh difficulties. In half an +hour the steamer, a small freighter, was lying to +not far off the drifting yawl, and a boat had been +lowered and was rapidly pulled toward the castaways. +In a short time they were on board, and +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_176' id='Page_176'>176</a></span> +after being refreshed and provided with clothes, +were able to tell their stories to Captain Van +der Hagueen, the stout, red-faced little captain +to whom they owed their safety.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The <em>Zuyder Zee</em>, the name of the little +steamer, was bound, to the boys’ great joy, for +Antwerp. She carried salt fish and herrings +from Scotland and scented her entire vicinity +with the aroma of her cargo. But the boys, as +Bill expressed it, would have thought “a limburger +cheese ship a paradise” after all they had +gone through.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The next morning they steamed up the River +Scheldt and came once more in sight of the towers +and spires of the historic city which, it will +be recalled, they had visited some time before +on Jack’s first voyage. Captain Van der Hagueen +told them that after discharging his cargo +he meant to lay up his ship, in which he was part +owner, at Antwerp till the war was over. The +risk of floating mines in the North Sea was too +great to encounter, he declared.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_177' id='Page_177'>177</a></span> +It was in the earlier days of the war and Antwerp, +a city strongly fortified, had not been +threatened, although every preparation was +being made to receive the enemy if they did +come. Barricades were being thrown up in the +streets and the suburbs, and the thoroughfares +were full of the queerly uniformed Belgian soldiers +the boys had been so much amused at on +their previous visit. Their amusement at Belgian +soldiers had given way, by now, however, +to admiration and respect for the sturdy little +country of fighters that had managed to give a +good account of itself against the most formidable +army ever assembled.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The boys decided to seek out their good friend +M. La Farge, the Minister of Government Railroads, +who, it will be recalled, they had served +on their first visit, and whose appreciation in the +form of two handsomely engraved and inscribed +gold watches were at that moment in Jack’s +money belt, where he had luckily placed them +for fear of robbery before they embarked on the +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_178' id='Page_178'>178</a></span> +<em>Barley Rig</em>. It was fortunate that he had done +so, otherwise it is doubtful if they would have +obtained access to his offices, where they found +him overwhelmed with work. The sight of the +watches, however, proved an “open sesame” to +the Minister’s presence, and the boys—who had +in the meantime provided themselves with new +outfits,—presently found themselves warmly +shaking hands with their old friend who was +unfeignedly glad to see them.</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_179' id='Page_179'>179</a></span> + <h2 id='chXXIV' class='c007'>CHAPTER XXIV.<br /> <br />THE SKY SLAYER.</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>After the first greetings were over, Jack +plunged into an explanation of their presence +in Belgium in such stormy times. M. La Farge +looked grave, but promised to do what he could +through diplomatic and other sources to locate +Tom Jukes.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“If, as you say, he has been traveling in state +in a large auto, he ought to be easy to locate,” +he assured them. “I will let you know what I +have been able to discover to-morrow morning. +Every auto entering the country is registered +and its occupants kept track of. Rest assured I +shall do my best for the two young friends to +whom I can never be sufficiently grateful.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack thanked him warmly for them both, and +explained that while in London they had +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_180' id='Page_180'>180</a></span> +communicated with the American consuls in Paris +and Berlin, but that nothing had been heard at +either place of Tom Jukes being among the +refugees beseiging the American representatives.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Possibly I shall have better success. At least, +we must hope so,” said M. La Farge. “Much +of the telegraph system is still intact, fortunately. +At least rest on my promise that I will +do all I can.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>As they had already visited the American consulate +in Antwerp, where they had obtained no +news, the two boys found themselves without +anything to do but kill time as best they could +till the next day. As they had spent much of +their time on the Dutch steamer in sleep, they +did not feel like turning in early and so, at Jack’s +suggestion, they visited a theatre. But it was a +gloomy manner of spending the evening, as it +transpired. The inhabitants of Antwerp were +more interested in the bulletin boards announcing +the inroads of the German troops than in +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_181' id='Page_181'>181</a></span> +entertainments. There was an air of anxiety and +depression abroad that could not help but be +contagious, and oppressed by the general atmosphere, +the boys decided before the end of the +performance to return to their hotel.</p> + +<p class='c009'>But Jack could not sleep. He lay awake tossing +and turning for an hour or more. In the +street he could hear the regular step and quick +challenge of sentries. Occasionally, far off, +came the sound of bugle calls.</p> + +<p class='c009'>All at once he became aware of another +sound. It was one that was strange to him. He +could liken it to nothing but the droning buzz +of a giant bumblebee. It was at first faint; +hardly audible in fact, except to strained ears, +but it rapidly grew in volume, filling the whole +air with the steady vibrating buzz.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The sound irritated Jack, sleepless as he was.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“It sounds for all the world as if there was a +big buzz saw or a threshing machine at work,” +he mused. “Where on earth does the racket +come from?”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_182' id='Page_182'>182</a></span> +He lay awake listening for a few moments +longer. Then he got out of bed and tiptoed +across the room where Bill lay snoring violently.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The lad looked out of the window. The street +and a public square lay far below him. Only a +few lights shone on the thoroughfare. It appeared +deserted but for the sentries marching +up and down unceasingly.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Nothing there,” said the boy to himself. “I +guess I’ll turn in again.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>The buzzing sound had grown fainter now. +It was hardly audible in fact. But for some reason +it lingered in Jack’s mind. It was like half +a dozen things he could think of and yet he +could not recall ever having heard that precise +sound before.</p> + +<p class='c009'>At last he dozed off, and then sank into a +dream in which it seemed to him that he was +somewhere far out in the country lying under a +shady tree contentedly chewing on a bit of grass +and gazing up through the leafy branches at the +bright sky. But suddenly everything clouded +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_183' id='Page_183'>183</a></span> +over. The landscape grew dark and sinister, +and the leaves of the tree above him began to +toss and sway in a harsh wind.</p> + +<p class='c009'>In his dream, Jack arose and standing up +looked about him. It appeared to him as if he +was gazing down from a height over an immense +battlefield. He could see the dust and +smoke as cannon were wheeled into position and +then the flashes of flame and the belching of fire +from the rifle pits. Men were mowed down like +ripe grain in long windrows.</p> + +<p class='c009'>It was horrible but fascinating.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Then, all at once, came again that strange +buzzing sound. But now it seemed to have in it +a menacing note. It was like a terrible voice. +The boy shuddered as he heard it, harsh and +inexorable, filling the air, which seemed to vibrate +to the steady humming.</p> + +<p class='c009'>It grew sharper and louder. Above all, the +noise of the dream cannon and rifles, the boy +could hear it. He awakened with a start, his +heart beating rather wildly.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_184' id='Page_184'>184</a></span> +“That was a kind of a nightmare,” he said to +himself. “Glad I woke up. I guess—what’s +that?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Again that humming sound filled the air as +if a pulsing chord, strung at high tension, had +been twanged.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“It’s outside!” exclaimed Jack, for the second +time going to the window.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“It’s in the air!” he cried an instant later.</p> + +<p class='c009'>He turned his face upward. High above the +city, against the stars, he could trace the outline +of a gigantic cigar-shaped body. It was moving +slowly far above him.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“An airship!” gasped the boy, and then the +next instant:</p> + +<p class='c009'>“A Zeppelin!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Something seemed to launch itself from the +dark body of the immense aircraft and streak +downward like a falling star. The next moment, +from a part of the city some distance off, +there was a brilliant flash of flame, and then an +appalling report that shook the earth. But Jack +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_185' id='Page_185'>185</a></span> +had no eyes for this at the moment. His gaze +was fixed on the Zeppelin.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Having dealt destruction in one part of the +city it was now making directly toward the +hotel!</p> + +<p class='c009'>The boy watched it with a horrible fascination +that held him speechless.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The death-dealing craft was destined to pass +directly above the building that sheltered them +and how many others. Craning his neck, Jack +watched its flight above the sleeping city. Dark +as death itself and, with no indication of its +presence but the drone of its engines, the sky +monster moved majestically toward him. It +was then that Jack suddenly found his tongue +as the death in the air approached till it was +almost above his staring eyes.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Bill,” he yelled, “Bill, wake up!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>He shook his chum’s shoulder violently.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Whazzermarrer?” inquired Bill sleepily.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Get up for your life. Fling on any old +clothes. Let’s get out of here quick.”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_186' id='Page_186'>186</a></span> +“What’s up?” demanded Bill, wide awake +now, and hastily pulling on some clothes, for he +knew Jack would not have aroused him needlessly.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“It’s a Zeppelin, a giant German airship. +She’s blown up a piece some blocks away and +now she’s headed over here.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>At almost the same instant, a roar of artillery +burst forth. The defenses of Antwerp had awakened +and were concentrating their fire on the +death-dealing monster of the sky. But as the +first reports ripped the silence of the night, +there came another and a mightier report. The +hotel rocked to its foundations. A shower of +plaster and debris crashed into the boys’ room, +half burying them.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The sky slayer had struck again!</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_187' id='Page_187'>187</a></span> + <h2 id='chXXV' class='c007'>CHAPTER XXV.<br /> <br />IN THE GLARE OF FLAMES.</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>For a fragment of time,—while a man might +have counted ten,—there was absolute silence +following the shattering report of the bomb. +Then came a babel of cries, shouts and women’s +screams. Hastily throwing on whatever clothes +came first, the two boys rushed out of the +wrecked room.</p> + +<p class='c009'>But they did not do this without difficulty, +for a mass of fallen plaster and debris blocked +the door. In the corridor, an electric light still +burned, and the force of the explosion appeared +to have spent itself at the end of the passage +where the boys’ room was situated.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Wha—what happened?” stammered Bill, as +they gained the corridor.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“It was a bomb, a bomb dropped from a +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_188' id='Page_188'>188</a></span> +Zeppelin,” answered Jack, equally moved. “What +a fiendish bit of business.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I only hope they don’t drop any more,” Bill +cried, as they hurried to where the stairway +should have been.</p> + +<p class='c009'>But it was not there.</p> + +<p class='c009'>A great section of it had been blown to kindling +by the force of the explosion. It was at that +moment that Jack became aware of an acrid, +sharp smell very different from the reek of the +lyddite with which the shell had been loaded. +It was a few minutes before he realized what it +was,—fire!</p> + +<p class='c009'>He looked behind them. A red glare lighted +up the corridor, and even as he gazed, a sheet +of flame burst from a doorway further down the +passage. Below them, there was bustle and +shouting in plenty, but apparently they were the +only guests quartered in that part of the hotel.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack looked grave. The position they occupied +was a very dangerous one. The gap in the +stairway was wide and they were trapped with +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_189' id='Page_189'>189</a></span> +that chasm in front and the flames behind them.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“What are we going to do?” gasped Bill, turning +pale.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I don’t know; we are in a bad fix, Bill,” confessed +Jack. “Perhaps,—hello!” he broke off, +as the tiny figure of a pretty little girl emerged +from a room which adjoined the one they had +just vacated.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The tot held in her arms a doll and her eyes +were wide with dismay.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Oh, man, what has happened?” she gasped.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Something very terrible, little girl,” answered +Jack, “but are you alone?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Oh, no, my mamma’s in the room. She’s sick, +I think.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Great Scott,” groaned Jack, “this is serious. +It was bad enough before, but now——” He +looked at Bill desperately.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“We’ve got to get that woman out of there,” +said Bill.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Yes, but how?” cried Jack desperately. +“There’s no way of bridging that gap.”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_190' id='Page_190'>190</a></span> +“I’ve got a plan that might work,” said Bill.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Are you going to save us?” asked the tot in +a trembling voice.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Yes, dear. Don’t be frightened. Stay here +while we bring mamma to you.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Oh, I’m scared,” wailed the child, but she +obediently sat down on a chair to await the boys’ +return.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Inside the room they found a handsome, middle-aged +woman lying half dressed on the floor, +in a faint. Apparently, she had risen and begun +dressing hastily when the first shock of the bomb +came, but the effort had been too much for her, +and she had collapsed. The boys picked her up +as gently as possible and tried to revive her, but +their efforts met with no success.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Outside, the glare and roar of the flames were +increasing. There was no time to be lost.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“There’s only one thing to do,” said Bill seriously.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“And that is what? I’m stupid,” confessed +Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_191' id='Page_191'>191</a></span> +“We must make a rope of bed clothes and +lower her and the child down.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Good. I believe we can get out of this.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>They hastily tore the clothes of the two beds +in the room and made a long rope of them. +When this had been done, they took a turn of +their “rope” round the marble pillar at the head +of the wrecked staircase. But then came a fresh +difficulty. There was no one on the floor below, +though they shouted to attract attention. Obviously +someone would have to be there to catch +the woman and untie her when she was lowered.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“You go,” said Jack. “I guess I’m strong +enough to lower you.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“And leave you here in danger of the flames?” +protested Bill, for it was getting uncomfortably +hot now, and the smoke was blinding.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I’ll be all right, if we hurry,” said Jack. “Go +ahead, Bill, there’s not a minute to be lost.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I know, but——”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Never mind any ‘buts’—it’s a matter of life +and death.”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_192' id='Page_192'>192</a></span> +So Bill reluctantly looped the “rope” under +his arms and then Jack lowered the young engineer +to the next floor. This done, Jack had a +hard task in front of him. He had to fasten the +life-line round the woman and lift her to the +edge of the gulf.</p> + +<p class='c009'>This he accomplished by knotting the rope +to the marble pillar, tying it securely at just +such a length as would allow its unconscious burden +to be suspended over the gap in the stairway. +This was accomplished. She was lowered, +and in a short time the woman was received +by Bill, who released her from the line +with all speed. Then came the little girl’s turn. +She was terrified at the idea, but at last Jack, +with the loss of much valuable time, succeeded +in persuading her to make the attempt.</p> + +<p class='c009'>But the delay had made his position terribly +dangerous. The fire was so intensely hot now +that its breath scorched him. The smoke was +so dense, too, that breathing was difficult.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I’ll have a close shave of it,” thought Jack, +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_193' id='Page_193'>193</a></span> +as he glanced behind him and prepared to lower +the little girl.</p> + +<p class='c009'>As before, the feat was successfully accomplished, +and then came Jack’s turn. As he slid +nimbly down the rope that had done them such +good service, the flames actually singed his garments. +He was none too soon in reaching the +lower floor, for he had hardly landed when the +fire reached the pillar to which the line was secured +and burned through its fabric.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Well, ‘a miss is as good as a mile,’” said +Jack, “but that’s about as close as I want to come +to being roasted alive.”</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_194' id='Page_194'>194</a></span> + <h2 id='chXXVI' class='c007'>CHAPTER XXVI.<br /> <br />TWO YOUNG HEROES.</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>The corridor was deserted, but a few lights +burned dimly. No damage appeared to have +been done there, and it was clear that the bomb +had wrought havoc only on the top floor, which +was the one occupied by the boys and those they +had rescued.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I wonder if the elevator is running?” asked +Bill.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The lift was at the upper end of the passage +and they carried the woman to it, but there was +no response to their rings. Outside they could +hear fire apparatus clanging wildly up and the +confused roaring murmur of an immense crowd.</p> + +<p class='c009'>In the distance, the guns of the forts boomed, +filling the air with their sonorous thunder as +they fired at the daring night raider of the +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_195' id='Page_195'>195</a></span> +enemy. With this sound was mingled the sharper +crackle of light artillery and specially built “sky +guns.” But as they learned afterward, the perpetrator +of destruction on the sleeping city escaped +scot-free, to make subsequent attacks.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The elevator apparently not running, they had +to face the task of carrying the unconscious +woman down to the lobby and securing medical +aid. Luckily for their tired muscles, Antwerp +hotels are not like our skyscrapers, and it was +not long before they reached the ground.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The scene was a wild one. Hysterical women +and white-faced, frightened men, in every stage +of dress or undress, were huddled in the centre +of the place while the hotel clerks and servants +were doing their best to pacify them. In the +confusion, the boys attracted hardly any attention, +and they laid the woman down on a lounge +while they summoned a doctor, of whom several +were already busy attending to women who had +swooned or become hysterical.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The fear of the crowd was that another bomb +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_196' id='Page_196'>196</a></span> +might follow the first. Already word had spread +that a hospital had been struck and a dwelling +house wrecked, two women and a man being +killed outright in their sleep in the latter.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“What an outrage!” exclaimed Bill, looking +about him at the wild scene while a doctor administered +restoratives to the woman they had +saved. “To attack women and children and +harmless citizens from the sky.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I hope they get that old wind bag and blow +it to bits,” wished Jack, with not less warmth.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Well, this is our first taste of war, Jack, and +I can’t say I like it.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Nor I. It would do some of those jingoes +in our own country, who were yelling for war +with Mexico, a lot of good to see this,” returned +the young wireless man.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Let’s go outside and see what’s going on,” +suggested Bill. “I guess our charge is all right, +now she’s beginning to recover.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>If the scene in the hotel had been wild, like a +nightmare more than a reality, that outside was +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_197' id='Page_197'>197</a></span> +pandemonium itself. Imagine a crowd of wild-eyed +men and women, few of them wholly +dressed, surging behind lines of policemen and +the entire street lighted by the ghastly glare +of flames upon which the engines were playing +furious streams.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“If that bomb-thrower sailed over here now +he could wipe out half of Antwerp, I should +think,” said Jack, as they elbowed their way +through the throng. Oddly enough, although +the lads had only been able to throw on a few +garments hastily, they did not, till that moment, +recollect that their new outfits had been destroyed. +It was Bill who called attention to this.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“We ought to make the fortunes of a tailor,” +he commented. “We’ll have to get a lot of new +stuff to-morrow,—or rather to-day, for it’s after +three o’clock.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“If this keeps up we’ll be reduced to Adam +and Eve garments before we get through,” +laughed Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Far in the distance, on the outskirts of the city +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_198' id='Page_198'>198</a></span> +and on the chain of forts, the white fingers of +the searchlights were sweeping the sky questioningly, +looking for the sky-destroyer to deal out +death to him in his turn. The guns boomed and +cracked incessantly, sending a rain of missiles +upward.</p> + +<p class='c009'>But flying high, and favored by a misty sky, +the Zeppelin escaped without injury, leaving a +panic-stricken city in its wake. There was no +more sleep for any one in Antwerp that night. +Vigilance against spies increased ten-fold, and it +was bruited about that the real object of the +aviators had been to blow up the royal palace, +and by destroying the king and queen to terrify +the Belgians into submission.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Naturally, sleep was out of the question for +the boys. They spent the rest of the night wandering +about the city and visiting the ruins of +the house that had been struck just before the +hotel. Its entire front was torn out by the force +of the explosion, and just as they arrived, three +bodies had been found in the ruins.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_199' id='Page_199'>199</a></span> +The sight of the shrouded, still forms brought +home to them with still greater force the horror +of it all.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Tell you what, Bill,” said Jack, as they returned +to the hotel to breakfast, and found that +the fire had been extinguished and the panic +quieted down, “war is a pretty thing on paper, +and uniforms, and bands, and fluttering flags, +and all that to make a fellow feel martial and +war-like, but it’s little realities like these that +make you feel the world would be a heap better +off without soldiers or sailors whose places could +be taken by a few wise diplomats in black tail +coats. It wouldn’t be so pretty but it would be +a lot more like horse sense.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Gracious, you’re developing into a regular +orator,” laughed Bill.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Well, the sight of these poor dead folks and +all this useless wreckage got under my skin,” +said Jack, flushing a little, for he was not a boy +much given to “chin music,” as Bill called oratorical +flights.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_200' id='Page_200'>200</a></span> +During the morning they secured new clothes +for the second time since landing in the city, and +then paid their appointed call on M. La Farge.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I have good news for you, boys,” he said as +they came into his office. “Your man was last +heard from at Louvain. I suspect he is rather +given to adventure, for I understand that he has +been quite active in aiding our people. It’s +strange that his people have not heard from him, +though.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Perhaps they have by this time,” said Jack; +“but if he has been actively siding with the Belgians, +isn’t his neutrality in grave danger, with +all its serious consequences?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>M. La Farge nodded thoughtfully.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I have heard much of your wealthy young +Americans,” he said, “and while their hearts are +warm and it is good of this young man to be +doing what he can, my advice to you is to get him +to return home as soon as possible—the Germans +shoot first and listen to explanations afterward, +as they say in your country.”</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_201' id='Page_201'>201</a></span> + <h2 id='chXXVII' class='c007'>CHAPTER XXVII.<br /> <br />“THE GERMANS ARE COMING!”</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>It was in the early days of the war when the +gallant defenders of Liege were still undauntedly +holding back the Teuton thousands with +their great “caterpillar” siege guns that were +destined, ere long, to hammer down the stubborn +defense of Belgium’s neutrality. Trains +were running and business, although seriously +hampered, was still being carried on, though the +foe was at the gate and the capital had been removed +from Brussels to Antwerp.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Armed with passes signed by M. La Farge, +to which their photographs were attached for +purposes of identification, the boys started for +Liege the next day. It was likely to prove an +arduous and not unhazardous task that they had +embarked upon. In the first place “spy fever” +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_202' id='Page_202'>202</a></span> +was at its height. Anyone not in uniform was +liable to be held up and questioned, and if satisfactory +explanations were not forthcoming, they +were liable to very unpleasant consequences.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The word of any frightened peasant choosing +to “denounce” anybody had led to riots and affrays +in which men and women, suspected of espionage, +had been rescued by troopers after being +half beaten to death.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Above all, the boys were warned not to carry +weapons of any kind, an injunction which they +obeyed as they did all the rest of M. La Farge’s +admonitions. The train journey proved exasperating. +Sometimes it would be halted for +hours on a side track while trains, loaded with +young-looking soldiers in a strange medley of +gay Belgian uniforms, went by, the men cheering +and singing. Again, much time was wasted +by careful reconnaissances, for there was fear +that bridges might have been dynamited or the +right of way mined by the spies who were rife +throughout the country.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_203' id='Page_203'>203</a></span> +A whole day passed thus, with the train creeping +like a snail and continually stopping and +starting. The roads at the side of the track were +alive with peasants flocking to different centres +from their lonely houses in the country. Some +had their family possessions piled high in small +carts drawn by dogs. Others carried what they +had been able hastily to collect. It was another +sad picture of war and the desolation it had +brought on an inoffensive, industrious little +country.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Several aeroplanes soared above the train, +reconnoitering the country. At first the boys +were nervous lest there might be a repetition of +the bomb-dropping at Antwerp, but they were +assured by the official on the train, who had examined +their passes, that the aircraft were all +friendly French and Belgian aeroplanes, after +which they watched them with less uncomfortable +feelings. As Bill put it:</p> + +<p class='c009'>“If we were at war and shouldering rifles for +the dear old U. S. A., we’d take the chances of +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_204' id='Page_204'>204</a></span> +war with the rest of them, but being a neutral, +there’s no sense in throwing away our bright +young lives,” a sentiment to which Jack agreed +heartily.</p> + +<p class='c009'>It was dark when the train rolled into Louvain. +After innumerable challenges by armed +sentries, they at last reached the hotel of the +place where many of the soldiers were quartered. +If Antwerp had seemed like an armed +fortress, signs of military activity were much +more marked in the old cathedral town.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Lights were not allowed after eight o’clock. +Citizens were kept off the streets at night after +certain hours. Artillery rumbled through the +city all night, going to the front, the boys were +told.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Disquieting rumors of the fall of Liege, and +the advance of the Germans, had already +reached the town, and on the outskirts, barbed +wire defenses were erected and trenches dug +hastily. Residents were warned, in the event +of the Germans entering the city, to behave +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_205' id='Page_205'>205</a></span> +themselves strictly as non-combatants, the magnificent +cathedral was fitted up as a hospital in +case of emergencies. The thrill of warfare was +in the air.</p> + +<p class='c009'>It was early the next morning that Jack +aroused Bill from his sleep.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Hark, Bill!” he exclaimed, holding up one +hand.</p> + +<p class='c009'>From far off came the boom of cannon. The +ground seemed to tremble under the thunder-like +reverberations. Down in the street a squadron +of cavalry raced through the town. Then +came the rumbling of guns being rushed to the +front.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“It’s a big battle,” declared Jack; “and what’s +more the sounds have been growing louder. It +must be a retreat.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Bill looked grave.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“In that case we are likely to be in the thick +of it.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I’m afraid so, and it may be mighty difficult +to get away. We’ll have to find Tom Jukes as +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_206' id='Page_206'>206</a></span> +soon as we can, and then get back to the coast.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>An aeroplane buzzed by overhead, its powerful +engines whirring, buzzing thunderously. By +daylight the town was almost empty of soldiers; +they had all, except a few detachments, been +called to the front during the night.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The landlord of the hotel was in a great state +of perturbation.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Ah, those terrible Germans!” he exclaimed, +“they will wreck our beautiful town and put us +to death. I know them. Oh, what unhappy +times.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Perhaps they may be beaten back,” encouraged +Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Oh, no! No such good fortune,” said the +landlord, wringing his hands miserably. Just +after dawn, a mud-spattered courier arrived, and +declared Liege had fallen, “the Germans are +coming.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Everywhere that was the cry as, after a hasty +breakfast in the disordered hotel, the boys hurried +out.</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_207' id='Page_207'>207</a></span> + <h2 id='chXXVIII' class='c007'>CHAPTER XXVIII.<br /> <br />FAST TRAVELING.</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>The sound of firing was now much closer. +Frightened faces were peering from behind +shuttered windows. All traffic appeared to have +stopped, and the only life beyond the few persons +abroad, whose curiosity was stronger than +their fear of the big German guns, was when an +occasional body of troops would rush through +the streets.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The beautiful Hotel de Ville and the fine old +cathedral, so soon destined to be damaged by fire +and bullets, attracted the attention of the boys +and gained a hearty expression of admiration +from them both. All at once there was a whirr +and the snort of a horn, and an armored war-automobile, +carrying a machine gun, and +painted a business-like gray, dashed around a +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_208' id='Page_208'>208</a></span> +corner and sped on. Another car came close behind +it.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The second machine carried an American +and a Red Cross flag. It was coming fast and +contained two occupants. Both were youths, +and one carried a camera over his shoulder by +a broad strap. But the other attracted Jack’s +notice, for in him he recognized instantly the +lad they were in search of, Tom Jukes, the millionaire’s +son.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Hey, Tom Jukes!” he hailed.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The car slowed up and the young driver +turned questioningly in his seat.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Well, by all that’s wonderful, it’s Jack Ready +and Bill Raynor!” he exclaimed, as the two lads +came up to the car. “What in the world are you +doing here?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“We’ve been sent to ask you that same question,” +responded Jack, who, it will be recalled, +became well acquainted with Tom Jukes when +the young wireless man was in the hospital in +New York following his battle with the +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_209' id='Page_209'>209</a></span> +desperate tobacco smugglers he was instrumental in +sending to prison.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“What do you mean?” asked Tom with wide-open +eyes.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Why, your father hadn’t heard from you +and——”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Hadn’t heard from me! Why, I’ve written +several letters,” declared Tom. “I’d have +cabled, but they’ve stopped all that for the present, +at least. I declare, that’s too bad. And so +the governor sent you on a searching expedition, +eh?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Well, it was to be a combination of that and +a vacation,” laughed Jack, and he told something +of their adventures on board the “Gold +Ship.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“My word, you fellows are always having adventures,” +said Tom, with a smile on his good-looking +face. “The fact is, I guess reading of +your exploits made me stay over here when this +row started to see if I couldn’t have some of my +own. I’m staying with Belgian friends, about +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_210' id='Page_210'>210</a></span> +half a mile from here, and so far I haven’t done +much but get ready to help in Red Cross work +and so on. But now I guess it’s up to me to get +back to the U. S. A.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“If we can,” said Jack. “I don’t know where +the ship we came over on, the <em>St. Mark</em>, has +been sent to. London and Paris are overrun +with American refugees. When we were there, +hundreds of them were unable to get passage, +or even change their money.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Oh, the whole world seems to have been +shuffled in this thing,” frowned Tom, “but let +me introduce my friend, Philander Pottle. +He’s a photographer for a New York newspaper.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>The boys shook hands with Pottle, a dark +young fellow who talked as explosively as a +machine gun.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Glad to meet you—fine fight—be here soon—great +pictures—snap! bang!—action—that’s the +stuff!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“We’re going out toward the front, that is, if +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_211' id='Page_211'>211</a></span> +we can get by,” declared Tom; “want to come +along?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>The boys looked rather dubious.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I don’t know what your father——” began +Jack doubtfully.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Tom interrupted him impulsively.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Oh, there’s no danger so long as we don’t +get in any of the scrimmages ourselves,” he declared, +“and then the American flag and the Red +Cross emblem will keep us out of trouble.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Both boys were anxious to go, so that it did +not take much more persuasion to make them get +in.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Now then off we go—bang! biff!—big guns!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Outside the city lay an open country. Far off +they could see a great cloud-like mass of smoke +which, no doubt, marked the place where the +fight was taking place.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“We’ll make a detour to the north,” declared +Tom. “There’s rising ground there and we can +look down without danger of getting hit.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Not want to get hit—cannon ball—gee +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_212' id='Page_212'>212</a></span> +whizz, off goes your head—much better keep it +on,” said Pottle, in his firecracker way.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“He talks as fast as a photographic shutter +moves,” chuckled Bill to Jack in a low voice and +the other could not but agree. As they rode on, +they passed groups of soldiers and artillery. +Now and then a lumbering wagon, bringing +back wounded men lying on piles of straw, jolted +by, bearing mute testimony of the havoc going +on at the front.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The boys began to feel sick and queer and +even Tom sobered down at these sights. They +were stopped several times by small skirmishing +bands and made to show their papers, for +a few days before German spies had been captured +in a car flying an American flag. The car +sped up a hill and then started swiftly down on +the other side of the acclivity.</p> + +<p class='c009'>At the foot of the hill, a long and steep one, +was a wooden bridge. Tom was driving fast, +when suddenly there was a sharp, snapping +sound and the car leaped forward. Tom’s foot +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_213' id='Page_213'>213</a></span> +was on the brake in a jiffy, but there was no diminution +in the speed of the machine. Instead, it +appeared to gain momentum every moment.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Bother it all,” muttered Tom; “brakes bust. +I can’t slow down till we get to the bottom of +the hill.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I hope we don’t meet anything,” cried Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“If we do grand bust—smash—crash—no +chance—wow!” exploded the photographer.</p> + +<p class='c009'>But there was nothing in sight, and beyond the +bridge was another up grade where Tom hoped +to gain control of the runaway machine. But +within a few hundred feet of the bridge some +soldiers suddenly appeared, running from the +bridge as if they were in haste to leave the vicinity.</p> + +<p class='c009'>As the car came in sight they waved it frantically +back. One even leveled a rifle.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Can’t stop,” shouted Tom Jukes, “brakes +bust.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>They flashed by the men who looked mere +blurs at the pace the car was now going.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_214' id='Page_214'>214</a></span> +Bang! came a shot behind them, but the bullet +whistled by, making them involuntarily +crouch low in the madly racing car. Behind +them came shouts and yells. They could catch +something about Germans.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“They think we’re German spies,” gasped +Bill, as the car thundered across the bridge.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Hardly had it flashed across than there came +a terrific explosion and looking back they saw +the whole bridge blown skyward. Their lives +had been saved by a miracle.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Those soldiers must have mined that bridge +and set the fuse just before we appeared,” declared +Jack, looking rather white and dismayed.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“We weren’t a second too soon. If we’d been +going slower we’d have been wiped off the map,” +added Bill soberly.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I’m going to keep running at this speed till +we’re out of this neighborhood,” cried Tom +Jukes. “It’s not healthy.”</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_215' id='Page_215'>215</a></span> + <h2 id='chXXIX' class='c007'>CHAPTER XXIX.<br /> <br />THE UHLANS!</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>But clearly fate was against their seeing anything +of the battle that morning. They were +still going fast, traveling through a wooded +country that alternated with open stretches, +where they could catch a glimpse of the far-off +fight, when there came a sudden ominous sound:</p> + +<p class='c009'>Bang!</p> + +<p class='c009'>“There’s a shot,” cried Bill, looking round +with alarm on his face.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“That was no shot,” returned Tom with a rueful +grin, “it was one of the tires blowing out.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Pop—bang—air all out—pump her up—hard +work—too bad,” exploded Pottle.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Fritz, I’ll be jiggered if you don’t talk like +a tire going on the fritz yourself,” laughed Tom, +as he succeeded in slowing the car down on a +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_216' id='Page_216'>216</a></span> +gentle grade by reversing the engine and then +stopping at the bottom.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Fritz—German name—don’t use it in Belgium—think +you’re a spy—then you’ll be on +the fritz,” sputtered Pottle.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The car was brought to a standstill opposite a +neat white farmhouse approached by an avenue +of slender dark poplars. A big dog bayed as the +car stopped, but there was no other sign of life +about the place except some chickens pecking +and scratching in the dooryard. In the background +were yellow stacks, for the harvest had +just been gathered. It made a pretty, contented +scene in contrast with the turbulent experiences +through which the boys had passed only recently.</p> + +<p class='c009'>But they did not spend much time comparing +the rural peace with the unrest of the cities in +the war area. There was work for them all to +do. First the brake was mended by replacing +a broken bolt that had caused the trouble that +almost ended tragically for them. Then came +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_217' id='Page_217'>217</a></span> +the fitting of a new “shoe” and tube, at which +they all helped by turns.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The work took some time, and at its completion +they were all dusty, hot, and very thirsty.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I’d give a lot for a good drink of cold water +or milk right now,” puffed Tom, resting from +his exertions with the tire pump. “What do you +say if we go up to that farmhouse and see if we +can buy something to drink?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Oh, for an ice cream soda,” sighed Bill.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“You might as well wish for lemonade in the +Sahara desert,” scoffed Tom. “They wouldn’t +know an ice cream soda here if they met it.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Laughing and chatting, they approached the +house, walking up the avenue. But as they +neared it, their cheerfulness appeared to receive +a check. No indication of life but those mentioned +appeared about the place. It was silent +and shuttered. The stable seemed to be empty. +No farm wagons stood about.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Repeated knockings at the door failed to produce +anyone.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_218' id='Page_218'>218</a></span> +“There’s a well yonder,” said Tom Jukes. +“What do you say if we help ourselves?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“We’ll have to, I guess,” agreed Jack. +“Everyone about the place must have been +scared away by the battle.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Or more probably the men were called to +arms and the women have gone to some place of +safety,” was Bill’s opinion.</p> + +<p class='c009'>A great earthenware vessel stood by the well +brink and they refreshed themselves from this +with long draughts of cold, clear water.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“That’s better,” declared Tom, as he set down +the pitcher after a second application from it. +“Now let’s be getting on, for we’ve got to find +another road back.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Wait a minute—great chance—deserted +farm—men at war—women flee in haste leaving +faithful dog!” exclaimed Pottle, unslinging his +camera.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Well, hurry up and get through with your +old picture box,” conceded Tom, “and, by the +way, you might let that dog loose. Poor +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_219' id='Page_219'>219</a></span> +creature, he’ll surely starve to death tied up like +that.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Although the dog was a ferocious-looking animal, +he seemed to know that the boys meant to +give him his liberty, for he allowed them to take +off his chain without any opposition and went +to a small stream that flowed behind the house +to slake his thirst.</p> + +<p class='c009'>This had hardly been done, and Pottle had +taken a few snaps, when down the road came a +furious galloping and a squadron of Belgian cavalry +appeared, spurring for their lives, while +behind came hoarse shouts and shots.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Great Scott! We’re in for it now!” exclaimed +Tom in a dismayed voice; “a flanking +party must have attacked those fellows and +driven them back.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>The squadron, a small one, and probably a +scouting party, galloped past the house without +even noticing the boys and the auto standing in +the road. It was plain they were hard pressed. +They had hardly gone when another body of +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_220' id='Page_220'>220</a></span> +horsemen appeared. They wore gray uniforms. +Their metal helmets were covered with canvas +with the number of their troop stencilled on it +in large figures. Each man carried a lance with +a gleaming point. Like those they pursued they +swept by without paying attention to anything +but the pursuit.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Uhlans!” exclaimed Tom. “I hope we +haven’t blundered into the thick of this thing.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>They all stopped to listen. The noise of the +pursuit had died out, but now more hoof beats +could be heard approaching rapidly.</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_221' id='Page_221'>221</a></span> + <h2 id='chXXX' class='c007'>CHAPTER XXX.<br /> <br />“YOU ARE A SPY!”</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>In another moment a smaller body of men +swept up to the farmhouse, drawing rein at the +sight of the stalled car. By their uniforms and +the fluttering ensign held up by a big trooper, +the boys guessed them to be officers. They +paused for a moment and then, after a few +words, turned and came galloping up the poplar-lined +approach.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The boys exchanged blank looks.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Keep cool,” urged Tom, “there isn’t anything +they can do to hurt us.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I don’t know, I’ve heard some queer tales +of the Germans,” declared Jack, rather apprehensively, +“for one thing they’ve no great love +for Americans.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“But they wouldn’t dare to injure us,” declared +Bill.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_222' id='Page_222'>222</a></span> +The horsemen, of whom there were six, and +they saw that two were slightly wounded, came +galloping up and drew rein. The leader of the +party was a fierce, hawk-nosed old man with an +immense drooping mustache. The others were +young officers, rather foppish-looking. Two of +them wore monocles.</p> + +<p class='c009'>But it was the figure of the man who brought +up the rear of the party that excited Jack’s attention +to the exclusion of the others.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Radwig!” he gasped to Bill as he recognized +the figure of the former Herr Professor of the +German War college, in spite of his wearing a +uniform.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Wow! There’ll be trouble sure now,” muttered +Bill. “See, he’s looking at us.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Yes, he recognizes us and he doesn’t look +over amiable.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Radwig spurred his horse to the side of the +hawk-nosed old colonel and spoke rapidly. The +old man bent keen eyes on the party of boys.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Herr Radwig informs me that two of your +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_223' id='Page_223'>223</a></span> +party are spies,” he said in a chilling voice; “is +that the truth?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Of course not,” declared Jack, paling a +trifle. “We are all Americans.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Unfortunately, a great many persons, including +English spies, are protecting themselves +under that banner nowadays,” was the rejoinder. +“I’ll trouble you to show your papers.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Why, Mr. Radwig knows me and my friend +here,” burst out Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I know nothing but what I suspect,” snarled +Radwig, his eyes gleaming viciously. “Colonel, +will you allow me to search these boys?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>The other nodded assent.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I would rather be searched by somebody +else,” protested Jack, guessing what sort of treatment +they would get from the man who hated +him.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Herr Radwig will search you,” was the rejoinder, +and then, in German, he gave orders to +a non-commissioned officer,—a sergeant,—to get +a meal ready within the house. Radwig +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_224' id='Page_224'>224</a></span> +compelled the indignant boys to turn out everything +in their pockets and Pottle’s camera was +ordered destroyed forthwith.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Radwig’s search was rapid and thorough. +When it was concluded, he turned to the colonel.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“There is nothing incriminating on any of +them, but on this one here,” he declared.</p> + +<p class='c009'>He pointed at Jack as he spoke.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“And he——?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Has two passes on the Belgian railroads in +his pocket.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>This was true, for Jack had not given up both +passes the last time they had to show them.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“That seems to prove that he has some position +of trust with the Belgian government,” declared +Radwig, “and as such is properly a prisoner +of war.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack looked his dismay; but the colonel gave +a sharp order. Two soldiers laid hold of the +boy. He started to shake them off indignantly +while his friends looked on aghast.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I can explain all this,” he cried; “this man +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_225' id='Page_225'>225</a></span> +Radwig had trouble with me. He’s trying to +get even. He——”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Take him away,” came the cold order in unmoved +tones. “You are responsible for him,” +added the colonel to Jack’s two captors. “See +that he is carefully guarded till the court martial.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“The court martial!” cried Jack. “Why, I—I’m +an American citizen and——”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“There is no more to be said,” and Jack, with +an armed guard pressing a revolver to either +side, was marched off without a chance to say +more. As he went on, he could hear his friends +protesting indignantly and then, they too, were +taken in charge by the soldiers and escorted to +the automobile. Then came a sharp order to +them to drive back to Louvain on pain of +death. There was nothing for them to do but to +obey. The iron discipline of the German officers +allowed no argument. And so, leaving Jack +to his fate, they were compelled to drive off with +heavy hearts.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_226' id='Page_226'>226</a></span> +“Don’t worry, we’ll get the American consul +and get him out all right,” said Tom, as cheerfully +as he could.</p> + +<p class='c009'>But Bill, with the thought of a court martial +in his mind, sat in a miserable state all the way +back to the town which they reached only after +making a long detour, necessitated by the +blown-up bridge.</p> + +<p class='c009'>His chum in the hands of the Germans, and +subject to court martial, Bill had good cause to +feel worried and oppressed as to the outcome +when he realized the influence that Radwig, +Jack’s enemy, appeared to possess. To what +terrible lengths might not his desire for vengeance +lead him?</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_227' id='Page_227'>227</a></span> + <h2 id='chXXXI' class='c007'>CHAPTER XXXI.<br /> <br />COURT-MARTIALED.</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>Poor Jack, with feelings that may be imagined, +was roughly thrust into a smoke house and +the door slammed. Outside the sentries paced +up and down ceaselessly, showing him that to +think of escaping would be useless. There he +must stay at the mercy of Radwig till his fate +was decided.</p> + +<p class='c009'>No wonder, as he sank on a rough stool, he +felt for a moment sick and apprehensive. The +glitter in Radwig’s eyes when he saw who it was +he had made prisoner had warned Jack to expect +severe treatment. The hours dragged by +and no one came near him. It was pitch dark +in the smoke house, which, of course, had no +openings and hardly any ventilation.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The clank of the sentries’ sabres, and their +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_228' id='Page_228'>228</a></span> +steady, monotonous tread, were the only sounds +that disturbed the stillness except for an occasional, +far-off rumble of cannonading. Evidently +the main tide of the battle had rolled back +from the scene of the morning’s engagement. If +it had not been for the presence of the sentries, +which showed that he was not forgotten, Jack +would have been inclined to think that his captors +had ridden on and left him.</p> + +<p class='c009'>But the steady tramp-tramp outside precluded +all possibility of this. At last the door +was flung open, and the two men guarding him +entered the dark smoke house. Jack saw then +that it was late twilight, but a cloudy sunset, +threatening a coming storm, made it appear +later.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Come,” ordered one of the impassive, gray-uniformed +Germans, who seemingly possessed +a knowledge of a little English.</p> + +<p class='c009'>There was no resource but to obey. Jack, +with a beating heart, fell in between his two +guardians.</p> + +<div class='figcenter'> +<div class='ic005'> +<a href='images/i4f.jpg'><img src='images/i4.jpg' alt='' class='ig005' /></a> +<p>“You have heard yourself accused of being a spy,” began the Colonel harshly.—<i>Page</i> <a href='#Page_229'>229</a></p> +</div> +</div> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_229' id='Page_229'>229</a></span> +“I’ve got to be cool and keep my head,” he +told himself as he was marched toward the +house. “Any false step now might be fatal.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Within the farmhouse, kitchen lights had been +kindled. Two yellow flaring lamps showed the +group of officers about the table with their +swords laid among the remains of a meal. Wine +spilled on the cloth and empty glasses showed +that the farmhouse cellar had been raided for +their entertainment.</p> + +<p class='c009'>At the head of the table sat the hawk-nosed +colonel. Next him was Radwig. One of the +officers, a major, was tilted back in his chair +snoring noisily. Jack’s heart sank. He saw no +signs of a fair trial.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“You have heard yourself accused of being a +spy,” began the colonel harshly. “What have +you to say to the charge?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Simply that it’s ridiculous. If you will give +me time my friends will be back here with +ample proof that I am an American citizen, a +wireless operator and——”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_230' id='Page_230'>230</a></span> +“Ah, ha!” exclaimed the colonel, placing one +finger to the side of his hawk-like beak and +looking cunning. “So that is it. A wireless +operator with Belgian passes in his possession. +It looks bad.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Radwig bent over and whispered something +in the colonel’s ear.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Herr Radwig tells me that you are a hater +of Germans. That you had him placed in custody +in England and that he only escaped to +join our army after surmounting great difficulties. +What have you to say to that?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“As to being a hater of Germans, no American +is that,” said Jack. “We are all neutral in +this struggle. So far as Herr Radwig being imprisoned +in England, he was already in irons on +the ship before she docked.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Is that true?” demanded the colonel of Radwig, +who smiled and waved his hand with a gesture +that signified “absurd.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“You see Herr Radwig denies that you tell +the truth,” remarked the colonel.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_231' id='Page_231'>231</a></span> +“Surely my word is as good as his,” protested +Jack, trying to keep cool, although he saw +that things looked black indeed for him before +such a prejudiced tribunal.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Herr Radwig is a German we all know and +honor,” retorted the colonel. “Who you are we +do not know. Therefore, between you, we must +believe him.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“You don’t mean that you believe I am a spy?” +blurted out Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“The evidence shows it,” rejoined the colonel +coldly. “You are aware of the rules of war?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>The whole room suddenly swam before Jack’s +eyes. A deadly chill passed through him. For +an instant he could not assure himself that it +was not a hideous dream from which he must +soon awaken. But the next instant, the reality, +the horrible fact that he was about to be sentenced +to death as a spy, rushed back upon him. +He tried to speak but his dry lips refused to deliver +a word.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The colonel and Radwig whispered, and then +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_232' id='Page_232'>232</a></span> +the former announced in his harsh grating voice:</p> + +<p class='c009'>“It will be at reveille to-morrow. Remove +the prisoner.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“But you don’t understand,” he choked out, +“surely you don’t mean to execute me, an American +citizen, without a chance to explain. +I——”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I will assume full responsibility,” was the +cold reply.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack struggled with his captors, but a cruel +blow in the small of the back with the butt of +a rifle so dizzied him, that by the time he recovered +his senses, he was back in the dark, foul-smelling +smoke house once more.</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_233' id='Page_233'>233</a></span> + <h2 id='chXXXII' class='c007'>CHAPTER XXXII.<br /> <br />THE LONG NIGHT.</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>Then followed the blackest hours of Jack’s +life. Outside the sentries kept up their eternal +pacing. In the distance a dog barked, and there +was still scattered firing. For a long time the +unfortunate young wireless man sat huddled on +the floor of his prison in a sort of torpor.</p> + +<p class='c009'>All at once he recollected that one of his +guards spoke English. Perhaps he could get the +loan of pen or pencil and paper to write some +last words. But when hammering at the door +for some moments brought a response, his request +was gruffly refused. The sentry resumed +his measured pacing.</p> + +<p class='c009'>One—two! One—two! Hour after hour the +sound beat into Jack’s brain till he thought his +head would burst.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_234' id='Page_234'>234</a></span> +Then came another sound.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The sound of digging! The blows of a mattock!</p> + +<p class='c009'>A cold perspiration broke out on Jack’s forehead +as he realized the import of this. They +were digging his grave, and by a refinement of +cruelty, within earshot of his prison place. +Whether by accident or design, poor Jack was +being forced to hearken to the most grisly of +the preparations for the next morning’s reveille.</p> + +<p class='c009'>So the hours crept by leaden-footed. Sleep +was out of the question as much as was possibility +of escape. The sound of the digging, which +Jack had stopped his ears to keep out, had +ceased.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Then came a sudden stir outside. The sound +of hurrying feet and commands barked in sharp, +quick voices. Jack’s heart gave a bound.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Could it be a detachment of Belgians summoned +by Tom and Bill coming to wipe out the +small force occupying the farm?</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_235' id='Page_235'>235</a></span> +He flung himself against the door of the +smoke house, listening intently. There was a +tiny crack at one of the posts and through this +he could command a limited view of the moonlit +farmyard. Then came an odd sound. Like +the dry whirring of insects in the fall. It grew +in volume. The hurrying and the shouts increased, +too. Shots were heard, scattering one +after the other and a yell that sounded like a +shout of warning.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Then the world rocked and spurted flame. +Screams and groans filled the air.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Again there came an explosion that shattered +the night and sickened the senses. Jack, half +stunned, fell to the floor of the smoke house as +part of its roof was torn off.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Then came silence, broken an instant afterward +by groans and moans and swift, alarmed +orders. There was a rat-a-plan of hoofs. The +queer whirring sound died out. Only the moans +still continued. Dizzy and sick, Jack got to his +feet.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_236' id='Page_236'>236</a></span> +As yet he could not quite realize what had +happened. Suddenly followed realization.</p> + +<p class='c009'>A night raiding aircraft had spied the shifting +lights of the encampment and, by the moonlight, +caught the gleam of stacked arms, and had +struck.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The sound of the sentries’ ceaseless pacing had +stopped. Jack shouted and pounded on the door +of the partially wrecked smoke house, but there +was no answer but the moans and cries that were +now getting fainter and less frequent. The sides +of the smoke house were of rough logs and without +much difficulty Jack clambered to the shattered +roof.</p> + +<p class='c009'>He raised himself and clambering over, gave +a hasty glance about him. It was a terrible scene +of wreckage that he surveyed. In the earth two +immense holes, big enough to bury two horses, +had been torn, and close by lay two men. Over +toward the house was a third figure stretched +out. Three horses, one of which died as Jack +was looking over the carnage, lay not far off.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_237' id='Page_237'>237</a></span> +There was nobody else in sight.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack clambered over the edge of the gap the +shell had torn in the roof and dropped lightly to +the ground.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Wasser!” moaned one of the wounded men, +whom Jack recognized as one of his guards. +The boy sped to the well and hastened back with +the big earthen pitcher from which they had +refreshed themselves earlier that day.</p> + +<p class='c009'>But he was too late. Even as the boy held the +cooling draught to the sentry’s lips, the man +died. The other was already dead when the +boy dropped to the ground, his body frightfully +shattered by the aerial bomb.</p> + +<p class='c009'>There was still the third man lying by the +house and Jack, thinking he might be able to +minister to him, hurried over. But here, too, the +bomb had struck fatally.</p> + +<p class='c009'>A shaft of moonlight fell through the poplars +and illumined the man’s face. It was Radwig, +struck down in death even as he had planned a +cruel revenge for another. Jack covered the +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_238' id='Page_238'>238</a></span> +dead professor’s face with the man’s huge blue +cloak and then stood silent for a moment. The +rapidity with which it had all happened almost +stunned him.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Fifteen minutes before he had been a prisoner +with the hideous sounds of spade and mattock in +his ears. Now he was, by nothing short of a +miracle, free again. He raised his face to the +sky and his lips moved silently. Then, with a +last look about the place, he prepared to leave, +fervently hoping that before another day had +passed he would be with his friends once more +in Louvain.</p> + +<p class='c009'>All at once he heard a loud whinny. One of +the dead troopers’ horses had been left behind in +the mad flight from the farmhouse. It was saddled +and bridled, although the girth had been +loosened. Jack untied it, tightened the girths, +and mounted. He did not know much about riding, +but somehow he managed to stick to the +animal’s back as he directed it down the road.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Every now and then he drew rein and listened. +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_239' id='Page_239'>239</a></span> +He had no desire to encounter prowling bands +of Uhlans or to run into the small force that had +evacuated the farmhouse, no doubt believing +him to be dead. But dawn broke while he was +still traveling, not at all certain that he was going +in the right direction.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack decided to abandon his mount. Taking +off its bridle so that it could find forage along +the roadside, he patted its neck and said:</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Thanks for the ride, old fellow.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Then bareheaded, and tired almost to exhaustion +by all he had gone through, yet driven +on by dire necessity of reaching the Belgian +lines, the lad struck off across a wheat field into +a path of woodland. On the edge of the field he +shrank suddenly back into the tall wheat. There +lay a man’s coat, a stone jug and a basket. No +doubt the man was close at hand. But although +he crouched there for a long time, nobody came, +nor was there any sound of human life. Birds +twittered and once a rabbit cocked an inquisitive +eye at the lad as he lay crouched in the wheat.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_240' id='Page_240'>240</a></span> +Cautiously Jack raised himself and parting +the stalks, peered out. He saw something he had +not noticed before. The man, who doubtless +owned the belongings which had alarmed Jack, +lay stretched out at the foot of a tree. He was +on his face sleeping.</p> + +<p class='c009'>But was he sleeping?</p> + +<p class='c009'>An ugly, dark stain discolored the ground +around him. His shirt was dyed crimson. Jack +saw, with a shudder, that he had nothing to fear +here. The poor peasant was dead. Shot down +by wandering Uhlans no doubt, as he was about +to gather his harvest.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Poor fellow, he’ll never need these now,” +said Jack, as driven by thirst and hunger he investigated +the stone jug and the basket. One +held cider, the other the man’s dinner of black +bread, onions and coarse bacon.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Too famished to mind the idea of eating the +dead man’s dinner, Jack stuffed his pockets, took +a long pull of the cider jug and then plunged +into the wood. Here he flung himself down to +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_241' id='Page_241'>241</a></span> +rest and eat. Then, tired as he was, he forced +himself to rise and travel on again.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Faint and far off the distant rumble of cannonading +came to his ears, but here in the woods +it was as calm and peaceful as if war, death and +slaughter were forgotten things. At length he +came to a place where the woods thinned out +and there was a small clearing. He was about to +advance across this when he saw something that +caused his heart to give a quick leap and stopped +him short in his tracks.</p> + +<p class='c009'>At one side of the clearing was an aeroplane!</p> + +<p class='c009'>It was a big monoplane with gauzy, yellow +wings and a body painted the color of the sky on +a gray day, no doubt to make it invisible at any +considerable height.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Any doubt that it was a war machine was removed +by the sight of a small but wicked-looking +rapid-fire gun that was mounted on its forward +part.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack was still looking at it, rooted to the spot +as if he had been a figure of stone, when there +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_242' id='Page_242'>242</a></span> +was a sudden crackle on the floor of the wood behind +him.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Then came an order sharp and crisp.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Arrette!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack was not a French scholar but there was +something in the way the command was given +that made him stand without moving a muscle. +Footsteps came behind him and then he felt +rather than saw a man passing from the rear to +face him.</p> + +<p class='c009'>He worked round to the front of the boy and +then Jack saw that he was a small man with +carefully waxed mustache in whose hand was a +particularly serviceable-looking revolver, which +he held unpleasantly level at Jack’s head.</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_243' id='Page_243'>243</a></span> + <h2 id='chXXXIII' class='c007'>CHAPTER XXXIII.<br /> <br />THROUGH BULLET-RACKED AIR.</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>The man with the revolver gave a sudden cry:</p> + +<p class='c009'>“<em>Mon ami</em> Read-ee!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Great Scott, de Garros!” gasped Jack, recognizing +the French aviator. “What are you doing +here?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I might ask zee same question of you,” +smiled the other. “I leave you on zee sheep and +now, voila! I find you in a Belgian wood wizout +zee hat, wiz your face scratched by zee +bramble and looking—pardon me, please,—like +zee tramp.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I guess I do,” laughed Jack, in his relief at +finding that instead of falling again into the +enemy’s hands, he had met an old friend; “but +I’m lucky that there’s nobody to say ‘how natural +he looks’——”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_244' id='Page_244'>244</a></span> +“Pardon, I don’t understand,” said de Garros +in a puzzled tone.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack plunged into a recital of his adventures, +interrupted frequently by a hail of “<em>Sacres</em>,” +“<em>Nom d’un noms</em>,” and “<em>Chiens</em>,” from the +Frenchman.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“And now it’s up to you to explain how I find +you here in the heart of a Belgian wood with a +war machine,” said Jack as he concluded.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Zat is eezee to explain,” said the Frenchman. +“After you leave me in New York I get passage +on a French liner for Havre. We arrive and I +am at once placed in command of zee air forces +of Belgium. Since zat time, pardon my conceit, +monsieur, I think zat wizout bragging I can say +I ’ave cause zee Germans very much trouble. +Last night I fly over zee country and where I see +Germans I drop a little souvenir,—but what is +zee matter, monsieur, you look excited.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“No, no, go on,” said Jack; “I was just thinking +that it’s possible the day of miracles has come +back.”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_245' id='Page_245'>245</a></span> +De Garros stared at him but went on:</p> + +<p class='c009'>“In zee course of my journey I see a farmhouse +where Gerrman cavalry horses and +stacked arms show in zee moonlight,” said the +Frenchman.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“How did you know they were Germans?” +asked Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Did you not know all zis territory is now +overrun by zem? Yesterday they advance. +They are now near Louvain. But nevaire fear, +someway we drive zem back. But to continue. +I drop one, two bomb wiz my compliments +and——”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Saved my life!” exploded Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>De Garros looked concerned.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Once more pardon, my dear Readee, but you +are well in zee head? Zee sun——?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“No, no, don’t you see?” cried Jack; “those +were your bombs that resulted in my being +saved from a spy’s death.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“<em>Sacre!</em> Ees zat possible? And yet it must +’ave been so! Embrace me, my dear Readee, +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_246' id='Page_246'>246</a></span> +nuzzing I ’ave done ’ave give me so much plaisair +as zees.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack had to submit to being hugged by the enthusiastic +little aviator to whom, as may be expected, +he felt the deepest gratitude.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“And now what are zee plan?” asked de Garros, +when his enthusiasm had subsided.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I want to join my friends in Louvain,” said +Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“<em>Nom d’un chien!</em> You are trying to walk +zere through zees part of zee country!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Why, yes. I——”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“<em>Mon ami</em>, you might as well commit zee suicide. +It is swarm wiz German. I hide in zees +wood till night when I can travel wizout having +zee bullet swarm like zee bee round what you +call zee bonnet.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Then what am I going to do?” he demanded. +“I can’t stay here and I’ve had one experience +with the Germans, and I assure you it was quite +sufficient to last me for a lifetime.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I ’ave zee plan,” said de Garros.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_247' id='Page_247'>247</a></span> +“Yes.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“My aeroplane hold three people.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Go on.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“You shall fly wiz me.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“To Louvain?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“If that is possible. If not, to some place +where you can communicate wiz your friend. +’Ow you like zat?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack hesitated a moment. He was not a timid +lad, nor did he fear ordinary danger. Yet flying +above the German troops, between the place +where they were talking and Louvain, was a +risky business to say the least of it.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Yet there was no alternative that he could perceive. +The mere idea of getting captured by +Uhlans again gave him goose flesh. As if he +read his thoughts de Garros said:</p> + +<p class='c009'>“You run no more of zee reesk in zee flight +than you do on zee ground. Not so much. At +night I fly high and I promise you I will not +make any attacks.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“You’re on,” said Jack, extending his hand.</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_248' id='Page_248'>248</a></span> + <h2 id='chXXXIV' class='c007'>CHAPTER XXXIV.<br /> <br />A FLIGHT OF TERROR.</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>“Take zees. You need zem. We fly fast. +<em>Très vite.</em>”</p> + +<p class='c009'>De Garros was speaking as he handed Jack a +pair of goggles. It was dusk and they, having +finished an excellent meal from the aviator’s +provision pannier, were about to start on their +flight across the war-smitten country.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Already the flying man, aided to the best of +Jack’s ability, had gone over the aircraft, testing +every part of it. Everything was in perfect +order, from the big Gnome eight-cylindered, +self-contained motor, mounted with the big +propeller forward, to the last bolt on the dragonfly +tail.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Just before full darkness fell, which might +have involved them in an accident in rising, de +Garros gave the word to get on board. They +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_249' id='Page_249'>249</a></span> +clambered aboard, Jack with a heart that beat +and nerves that throbbed rather more than was +comfortable.</p> + +<p class='c009'>There are few people who do not feel a trifle +“queer” before their first flight above the earth, +and in Jack’s case the conditions of danger were +multiplied a hundred-fold, for before they had +cleared the woods and risen to a safe height they +might be the target for German rifles and quick +firers. De Garros wore a metal helmet padded +inside. Jack had to be content with an old cap +that happened to be in the aeroplane, left there +by some machinist.</p> + +<p class='c009'>But, as de Garros said, the metal helmet +would not be much protection against the projectile +of a quick firer, or even a rifle.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The fighting aircraft was fitted with a self-starter, +obviating the necessity of swinging the +great propeller.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“All ready?” asked the Frenchman of Jack, +who sat behind him, tandem wise, in the long, +narrow body of the machine.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_250' id='Page_250'>250</a></span> +“Ready,” said Jack, in the steadiest voice just +then at his command.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Then up ve go.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>The self-starter purred, and then came the +roar and a crackle of the exhausts as the propeller +swung swiftly till it was a blur. Blue +smoke from the castor-oil lubricant spouted, +mingled with flame, into the thickening air of +the evening. The wholesome smell of the wood +was drowned in the reek of gasoline and oil +fumes.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Gracious, if there are any Germans within a +mile, they’ll hear this racket,” thought Jack, +with a gulp. “It sounds like a battery of gatling +guns.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>De Garros took his foot from the brake lever +and the machine darted forward. Jack clutched +the sides desperately till his knuckles showed +white through the skin. Then he gave a shout +of alarm.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The machine had suddenly reared up like a +startled horse. The jolting and bumping of the +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_251' id='Page_251'>251</a></span> +“take-off” stopped. The boy realized with a +thrill that they were flying.</p> + +<p class='c009'>At that instant from the trees on one side of +the clearing burst several Uhlans.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Germans!” cried Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Maledictions!” exclaimed the Frenchman.</p> + +<p class='c009'>For a second or two the Uhlans stood paralyzed +as the machine shot upward. They had +heard the staccato rattle of the engine from +where they lay camped, not far off in the same +woods that had sheltered de Garros and Jack. +Thinking it betokened a skirmish, they had hastily +run toward the noise just in time to see the +wasp-like machine whirr its way skyward.</p> + +<p class='c009'>But the machine was not well above the trees +when they recovered from their surprise. Rifles +were leveled.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Look out!” cried Jack, “they are going to fire +on us.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Hold tight now, I show you zee trick,” rejoined +the flying man quietly.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The aeroplane was now above the wood which +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_252' id='Page_252'>252</a></span> +on that side was a mere belt of tall trees. Suddenly +the machine ceased its upward flight. It +rocketed downward like a stone. Above it bullets +whistled harmlessly as the Uhlans fired at +the place where it had been and was not.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The ground rushed up to meet them as the +machine plummeted downward. Jack’s head +swam dizzily.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“We’ll be killed sure!” he thought, but +strangely enough, without much emotion, except +a dull feeling that the end was at hand. +Then just as disaster seemed inevitable, the machine +suddenly began to soar again as Jack could +have sworn it grazed the tall grass.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Up and up they shot, in a long series of circles, +and then de Garros turned and grinned at +Jack, showing his white teeth.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“’Ow you like?” he asked.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I—I guess. I’ll tell you after a while” rejoined +Jack, with suspended judgment.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The earth lay far below them now, although +it was still light enough to see the fields marked +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_253' id='Page_253'>253</a></span> +off like the squares on a chess board and the +countless fires of the Germans that dotted the +landscape almost as far as could be seen. At +every one of them were men, who, if any accident +befell the machine and it had to descend, +would make things very interesting for the air +travelers.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack could not help thinking of this as the +aeroplane flew steadily along, her motor buzzing +with an even sound that told all was going +well. But he knew they were not out of danger +yet.</p> + +<p class='c009'>A hundred things might befall before they +arrived safely in Louvain.</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_254' id='Page_254'>254</a></span> + <h2 id='chXXXV' class='c007'>CHAPTER XXXV.<br /> <br />THE BULLY OF THE CLOUDS.</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>And then all at once the danger came.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Ahead of them loomed, in the darkness, for +the moon had not yet risen, a bulking dark form.</p> + +<p class='c009'>An exclamation burst from the Frenchman’s +lips.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“A Zeppelin. Malediction!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Do you think she’ll attack us?” asked Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I don’t know. I can’t tell yet which way +she is coming. Ah!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>A long ray of light, like a radiant scimitar, +glowed suddenly from the mighty aircraft, 400 +feet long and capable of carrying many men and +tons of explosives.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Hither and thither the ray was flung.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Zey heard our engines. Zey look for us!” exclaimed +de Garros.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_255' id='Page_255'>255</a></span> +He shot up to a greater height. He was manœuvering +to get above the Zeppelin, where her +guns would be useless against the aeroplane, +which was more mobile and swifter in the air +than the Kaiser’s immense sky-ship.</p> + +<p class='c009'>But suddenly the glowing light enveloped +them in its full blaze. Dazzlingly it showed +them in its rays. It was the most peculiar sensation +Jack had ever experienced. It was like +being stood up against a wall with a fiery sabre +pressed to your breast.</p> + +<p class='c009'>With a quick movement of the wheel, de Garros +sent the aeroplane out of range of the revealing +light. The next moment came a sharp +crackle and something screamed through the air.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Missed!” exclaimed the aviator with satisfaction.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Again the questioning finger pointed its interrogating +tip hither and yon across the night sky. +Others from below now joined it in its quest.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The firing from above, and the sight of the +searchlight had been rightly guessed by the +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_256' id='Page_256'>256</a></span> +Germans encamped below. They knew that a hostile +aircraft was above them and were helping +in the search for it.</p> + +<p class='c009'>A sharp exclamation broke from the Frenchman. +He bent and fumbled with some contrivance +on the floor of the aeroplane.</p> + +<p class='c009'>There was a sharp click.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“What have you done?” asked Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I have released zee bomb.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“The dickens!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Watch! Now you see!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Fascinated, even in the midst of the awful +danger they were facing high above the earth +in the upper air, Jack leaned over and stared at +a battery of searchlights sending out fan-shaped +rays on every side.</p> + +<p class='c009'>He guessed this was the objective of de Garros’ +bombs. He was right.</p> + +<p class='c009'>As he gazed there was what looked like the +sudden opening of a flaming fire below, and the +searchlights went out as if a giant had snuffed +a monstrous candle.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_257' id='Page_257'>257</a></span> +Then came the report, booming upward +through the air.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Aha! Zere are some Germans below zere +who will not do zee mischief more!” exclaimed +the Frenchman with vicious satisfaction.</p> + +<p class='c009'>But his congratulations to himself were premature.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Again the light of the Zeppelin enveloped +them. The glare seemed like a warm bath of +all-revealing light. There was a flash and then +the shriek of a projectile as the aeroplane +dipped under the glow of the light. Then came +the boom of the report.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Zey ought to learn to shoot,” muttered de +Garros.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Thank heaven they can do no better than they +are,” rejoined Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Now we show zem zee clean pair of heels +and run away,” said de Garros.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I’m glad to hear that. I couldn’t stand much +more of this,” thought Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“If I was alone, or had an officer wiz me, we +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_258' id='Page_258'>258</a></span> +go above zat Zeppelin high in zee air and blow +him up,” announced de Garros cheerfully, after +a minute or two. “Ah! zey get us again. +<em>Peste!</em>”</p> + +<p class='c009'>The whine of a machine gun sounded as the +searchlight of the pursuing Zeppelin again enveloped +the bold little aeroplane. Her great +bulk, big as a steamship, was rushed at top speed +through the air. They could catch the roar of +her four motors being driven at top speed.</p> + +<p class='c009'>De Garros had dropped again, and thanks to +his skill, the aeroplane was still unhit, although +the projectiles from the quick firer had come +close enough for the occupants of the monoplane +to hear their whine.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“We beat zem out!” exclaimed the Frenchman.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Then we are faster than they are.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Oh, very much.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Well, we can’t be too fast for me,” muttered +Jack. “I——”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“<em>Sacre!</em>”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_259' id='Page_259'>259</a></span> +The searchlight had again caught them, and +again there had come reports from her underbody. +This time the sharp crackle of rifles.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Are you hurt?” cried Jack, as the Frenchman +gave a sharp exclamation recorded above.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Malediction, yes. Zey nick my hand. Eet is +not bad. But worse zey hit zee motor I think.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>The smooth-running machine was no longer +firing regularly. Its speed had decreased.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“What are you going to do now?” cried Jack. +“We’ll be mowed down by those machine guns +if we slow up.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“We must come down.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“But the Germans?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“There are no campfires below us now.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“But can you make a good landing?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>The Frenchman shrugged his shoulders.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“<em>Parbleu!</em> If I cannot zen all our troubles are +over, <em>mon ami</em>.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>The aeroplane began to descend, slowly at +first and then faster. The dark earth sky-rocketed +up at them from below.</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_260' id='Page_260'>260</a></span> + <h2 id='chXXXVI' class='c007'>CHAPTER XXXVI.<br /> <br />A MYSTERIOUS CAPTURE</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>But the disaster de Garros had feared more +than admitted did not happen. Between two +patches of wood lay an open field, readily distinguished +even in the dark by its lighter color. +In the stubble of a mown crop the aeroplane +alighted, not without a considerable jolt to its +occupants.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Their main anxiety now was the great Zeppelin +they could hear, but not see, above them. +Jack trusted they were equally invisible and that +the searchlight would not reveal them, for high +explosive bombs in a deadly rain from above +would certainly follow.</p> + +<p class='c009'>De Garros, while wringing his wounded hand +with pain, was helped out of the machine by +Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_261' id='Page_261'>261</a></span> +“Malediction, and I not get zee chance to fire +on zat <em>chien</em> of a Zeppelin,” lamented the +Frenchman. “Some day I pay zem back.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Is your hand badly hurt?” asked Jack +anxiously.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I do not know and we dare not yet use zee +electric torch I ’ave on zee machine.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Why not?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“It would show zee Zeppelin where we +’ide.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Then you don’t think they guess that we have +descended?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“No, if they had zey would search zee ground +wiz zeir light.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“That’s so.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“But now they are point eet ’ere, zere, all +over zee sky. If zey no find us zey think zat we +are keel and zey go away.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack shuddered at the narrow escape they had +from this being made literally true.</p> + +<p class='c009'>For a long time, or so it seemed to the anxious +watchers below, the Zeppelin soared above +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_262' id='Page_262'>262</a></span> +them, her searchlight swinging in every direction. +But at last the noise of her engines grew +dimmer and the light vanished.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Zey go away disgoost,” said de Garros, +shrugging his shoulders. “Now we see what are +zee chances of patching up my hand and getting +zee engine going again.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>The electric light, carried to locate engine +trouble at night, was switched on and brought +out by its long wires over the side of the craft. +Then began an anxious examination of the aviator’s +hand.</p> + +<p class='c009'>It proved that the tip of his thumb, where it +had laid on the edge of the wheel, had been +badly nicked by a bullet, but luckily it was the +left member.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“If zee engine ees capable of being fixed I +can drive wiz my right hand,” declared the aviator. +“Thank the <em>bon Dieu</em> that it was not zee +steering wheel zat was struck.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>With the first aid kit, carried by all soldiers +in the field, they soon dressed and bound the +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_263' id='Page_263'>263</a></span> +injured member, and then came the examination +of the engine, an investigation on which much +depended. If it proved to have been too badly +damaged to be repaired, they would not stand +much chance for escape in a country so overrun +with German troops. For all they knew some +might be camped not far off. But they had to +take their chance of that.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“<em>Ciel</em>, we are in zee luck!” exclaimed de Garros, +after a brief examination, “the <em>chiens</em> only +smashed a spark plug. I soon fix ’im and zen +once more we start.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>The repair kit contained the necessary plug, +which he quickly replaced. Then the journey +through the night, which had already proved so +eventful, was renewed. But now Jack felt a +fresh alarm. How would they be able to tell at +Louvain that it was a French and not a German +aeroplane hovering above them.</p> + +<p class='c009'>He put the question to de Garros.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Zat is easy. I ’ave on zee side of zee machine +a set of four electric lights. Two are red, +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_264' id='Page_264'>264</a></span> +one is green, one is white. Zat is zee secret night +signal of zee French machines.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“But suppose the Germans should find out +your code?” asked Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Eet is changed every night. Sometimes two +green, one white, one red—many combinations +are possible.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“By Jove, I never thought of that!” exclaimed +Jack, struck by the simplicity of the idea, and relieved +at the thought that there would be no danger +of being attacked by mistake.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Half an hour later they landed at a sort of +fair ground in Louvain after answering all challenges +satisfactorily. The Germans were not yet +at the gate of the city. But they were near at +hand and the place was wrapped in darkness. +However, on account of de Garros’ rank, they +obtained an escort to the hotel.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Tired from the excitement and nervous strain, +Jack went to bed, sighing with relief at the +thought that all was so promising.</p> + +<p class='c009'>In about an hour or so he awakened from a +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_265' id='Page_265'>265</a></span> +deep sleep. The night was sultry, and there was +a strange calmness in the atmosphere seemingly +weighed with grave and impending events.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack could not resist an impulse to leave his +room and wander out into the deserted streets +of Louvain.</p> + +<p class='c009'>He had not taken a dozen steps when a heavy +hand fell on his shoulder. Before he could turn +to see his assailant, he was whisked from the +ground and swept onward to a great height.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Still dead silence reigned.</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_266' id='Page_266'>266</a></span> + <h2 id='chXXXVII' class='c007'>CHAPTER XXXVII.<br /> <br />THE MIGHT OF MILITARISM.</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>It was some time later that Jack began to +realize that he was a prisoner and borne on a +giant aeroplane.</p> + +<p class='c009'>How did he get there?</p> + +<p class='c009'>Try as he would he could not answer that +question. He gazed about him. Away in the +distance he could distinguish small specks of +light, which, were they not moving so rapidly +about space, he would have mistaken for stars.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Below searchlights swept the horizon. Here +and there were the glimmerings of fast dying +out camp-fires. Suddenly a faint streamer of +red light shot high into the air, held steadily +for a moment, and then broke into a million +colored globules.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_267' id='Page_267'>267</a></span> +“A signal,” thought Jack. “I wonder if it will +be answered.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>He then became aware of a movement on the +part of the air pilot. Till that moment he had +not noticed the least sign of life from the wheel +man. Now there came a soft <em>blob</em> and a red +light shot into the air.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Almost instantly there again was darkness.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“By Jove!” whispered Jack to himself, amazedly. +“This certainly is marvelously fast work!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>There was no repetition of the signals.</p> + +<p class='c009'>For a while Jack was content to gaze about +him in idle wonder. He seemed indifferent to +his plight. He drank in the scenes about him, +gazed interestedly at other air-craft that passed +them, and watched the sky begin to turn a dull +slate color. It was the dawn of another day of +carnage.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Others, too, were on the watch for these faint +signs of day. From somewhere came the long, +awful boom of a huge cannon.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack tried to get up, but fell back to his +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_268' id='Page_268'>268</a></span> +former position. He only then realized that he +was chained to his seat. He had a certain amount +of freedom, but beyond that he was a prisoner, +helpless.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Well,” mused Jack upon this discovery, “even +if my hands and feet were free, I could not escape +from this height. We must land some time, +and then I’ll have more need to use them.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>So Jack settled back to watch developments. +Now everything was astir. A faint murmur was +wafted to him on the morning breeze.</p> + +<p class='c009'>He could see the soldiers moving about, the +great cannons and howitzers beginning to lumber +onward, the column of Uhlans already in +saddle, and the hundreds of air-craft rising to +greet the early sun’s rays.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“It’s wonderful!” whispered Jack, fascinated. +“Yes, wonderful, but how terrible! This whole +array is primed to create nothing but havoc, sorrow, +destruction, and death! Gee, but I’m glad +the good old United States has no need for such +military organization!”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_269' id='Page_269'>269</a></span> +Another sound came to his ears, and cut short +his thoughts of America. In an astonishingly +brief time, the Army of the Invasion had completed +its formations and was on the march, the +rank and file, all deep-throated men, singing +<em>Das Fatherland</em>.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Good God!” gasped Jack. “They are going +to their death with a song on their lips!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>From somewhere in front of these columns +came a roar of cannon. The air was filled with +shrill, piercing shrieks as tons upon tons of metal, +charged with fearful destructive powers, tried to +stem the human flood.</p> + +<p class='c009'>For a few minutes the smoke and steam hid +the dreadful spectacle from Jack. He gazed intently +below him, anxious to see the victor of +this clash.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Of course, it must not be forgotten that the +human waves of men were supported by great +artillery fire on their own side. Unaided entirely +these men would have been annihilated +miles before the fortresses.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_270' id='Page_270'>270</a></span> +The ranks were on the double run now. Their +bayonets glistened in the dull sunlight. On, on, +ever on, they went, keeping perfect stride, never +faltering.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack could not tear his eyes from the sight.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Even while storming the redoubt, the ranks +held firm. Another sheet of flame checked them +for a moment. They tried to recover, and somehow +couldn’t. Again came that destructive, raking +fire. The lines faltered.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack trembled from excitement. Was this +magnificent effort to fail? He was not thinking +of them as Germans. He was only aware of +brave, dauntless men trying to best steel and explosives.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Again came a sheet of flame.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The ranks actually seemed to fall back.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Then once more, from the rear, rose the deep +notes of <em>Das Fatherland</em>. It stiffened the thinned +ranks. They rushed forward, the fierce cry of +victory mingling with the strains of their national +anthem.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_271' id='Page_271'>271</a></span> +“That was great!” cried Jack. “My sympathies +are not very strongly with the Germans, +but I’m bound to give credit where credit is due. +Well, what now——?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack became aware that the machine on which +he was a prisoner was going to make a landing. +Silently, swiftly, the winged mechanism was +guided toward earth behind the German lines.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack smiled with satisfaction.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I’ll have a chance to stretch my legs,” he +said. “As long as Radwig is dead, I have not so +much to fear. I wonder what they want of me?”</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_272' id='Page_272'>272</a></span> + <h2 id='chXXXVIII' class='c007'>CHAPTER XXXVIII<br /> <br />MILITARY CROSS-EXAMINATION</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>The machine came to a stop. The pilot never +moved from his seat. Instead, he motioned to a +soldier to come to him. Evidently a few words +were exchanged.</p> + +<p class='c009'>A sharp command was issued.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Two soldiers came up to Jack. He held up +his hands to show that he was chained. One of +the soldiers leaned forward, and pressed a button +at the side of the car. The chains fell from +Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Without comment the two soldiers seized Jack +and flanked him. A detail of six additional men +fell in step, a petty officer wheeled about,—a +movement that acted as a signal for the soldiers +to march.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_273' id='Page_273'>273</a></span> +A five-minute walk brought them to a small +cottage. Here they halted. Jack was blindfolded. +When the bandage was removed, he +found himself facing an elderly man seated at +a desk. Jack could not make out his features, +as they were hidden in a gray mask.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“<em>Sprechen sie Deutsch?</em>” he was asked.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack understood the question, and replied:</p> + +<p class='c009'>“No.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“What is your nationality?” came the question +in English.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“American.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“What part of America?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“New York.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Your occupation?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Wireless operator.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“For your government?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“No, for the Transatlantic Shipping Combine.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>There followed a short pause. Jack was wondering +what next to expect. The questions had +been brief and propounded in a crisp, +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_274' id='Page_274'>274</a></span> +commanding way. There was no leeway for equivocation.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Do you tell the truth?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I do,” replied Jack quietly.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Why do you tell the truth?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Because I believe in it,” said Jack simply.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Under what circumstances did you first meet +Herr Radwig?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack, greatly surprised, hesitated. Would it +be wise to tell everything? How under the sun +did this man in the gray mask know so much?</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Remember, the truth.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack thought quickly. The question implied +that this officer had some knowledge of his dealings +with Radwig. Possibly, also, the officer was +about to test the value of his declaration that he +told the truth. So Jack figured. But was this +not an amazing illustration of the wonderful +efficiency and thoroughness of the German Secret +Service.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Speak!” came the imperative command.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Very well,” replied Jack calmly. “It was on +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_275' id='Page_275'>275</a></span> +the <em>Kronprinzessin Emilie</em>. It seemed that we +were about to be dashed to pieces on floating icebergs. +Some shrieked:</p> + +<p class='c009'>“‘The <em>Titanic</em>!’</p> + +<p class='c009'>“‘The boats!’ shouted a man. He violently +pushed two women aside, wedged in the panic-stricken +throng. I stood at the head of the companion +way. The man told me to get out of the +way. I tried to calm the people. But this man +seemed to have lost his reason. He rushed at +me, trying to strike me. I was too quick for him. +I struck first. He staggered back, subdued. It +was only later that I learned this man’s name.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“And then—how and when did you meet Herr +Radwig?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>So Jack had to relate incident after incident. +Always, at the end of a recital, came the same +question, asked in the same matter-of-fact tone +of voice:</p> + +<p class='c009'>“And then—when and where did you meet +Herr Radwig?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Everything must have its end. At last Jack +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_276' id='Page_276'>276</a></span> +had modestly related every episode with which +the reader has been made acquainted. The even +tone of his questioner, his piercing eyes, and the +unbroken silence was beginning to weary Jack. +He felt that he could hardly keep his wits about +him.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Evidently the German officer noticed these +signs and was patiently waiting for them. He +leaned forward, and the steady monotone now +gave place to a rasping, menacing gruffness.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Who are you?” he suddenly snapped.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“An American,” came the tired reply.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“An American!” jeered the officer.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Yes, and I’m proud of it!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Why should you be proud of something you +could not help?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I don’t understand you,” replied Jack, passing +his hand over his brow as if to clear away +the ever increasing drowsiness.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“You don’t understand me?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack shook his head.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Answer me!”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_277' id='Page_277'>277</a></span> +Jack opened his mouth to speak, his lips +moved, but he could utter no sound. He stood +still, staring stupidly at the man in front of him. +His thoughts were befuddled. What did he—the +man in the gray mask—want?</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I wish those eyes wouldn’t glare at me so,” +Jack mumbled to himself. “I didn’t do anything +to them.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>But the eyes behind the gray mask became +larger, rounder, more compelling. Jack knew +instinctively that they meant him harm. What +power they held! Something within him fought +to arouse him. He tried to move and could not. +Larger, ever larger those eyes seemed to grow! +The features of the man were lost; in fact, those +eyes seemed to belong to no one; they seemed +to have life and power, dreadful power, of their +own.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack shrieked with terror!</p> + +<p class='c009'>Was he lost?</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_278' id='Page_278'>278</a></span> + <h2 id='chXXXIX' class='c007'>CHAPTER XXXIX.<br /> <br />SHATTERING THE SHACKLES.</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>Did it ever occur to you that nature plays +many pranks? From the many learned books +and men—and from daily events—we are lead +to assume that nature is grim, relentless. On the +whole, this assumption is true. But one of the +things that has made nature a harder problem +for man to solve is that there are the most unexpected +exceptions to the most carefully proved +rules. Sometimes these exceptions take place +with things and sometimes with persons.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Nature had played a prank with Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>When he came to his senses he found de Garros +solicitously bending over him, his broken +English running riot in his native French.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“What’s up?” questioned bewildered Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_279' id='Page_279'>279</a></span> +De Garros shrugged his shoulders.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I—er—<em>phew</em>! Zee—la—<em>compron</em>—eh—— I +understand not! You make zee big cry, I in +rush—excited much—<em>phew</em>!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack sat up in bed.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Are we still in Louvain?” he demanded.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“<em>We</em>, <em>we</em>, certainly!” de Garros hastened to +assure him.</p> + +<p class='c009'>A big sigh of relief welled from Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“De Garros,” he said, “I have had the most +remarkable nightmare!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Whereupon Jack related to de Garros, as well +as he could recall the details, the dream that +had seemed so real.</p> + +<p class='c009'>De Garros was thrilled. Every now and then +he broke into the recital with exclamations most +expressive of the impressions they made upon +him.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“And now,” Jack said in conclusion, “I think +it is best for us to dress. I have never dreamed +before, and I never want to dream again, if all +dreams are so terribly real.”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_280' id='Page_280'>280</a></span> +De Garros laughingly agreed with him.</p> + +<p class='c009'>When Jack had dressed, he began to explore +the corridors of the hotel. He felt that Bill, +Tom Jukes and Pottle were guests of it. Of +course, the easiest way about it would have been +to inquire at the office.</p> + +<p class='c009'>As the hour was rather early he did not care +to do this at once. A little later Jack was joined +by de Garros, and together they walked into the +dining room. Even at this hour several tables +were occupied.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Almost at once the two were espied by their +friends. A more amazed and glad set of chaps +would have been indeed difficult to find anywhere.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Honest, Jack,” cried Bill, tears of real joy in +his eyes, “we had given up all hope of ever seeing +you again.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Man alive!” declared Tom Jukes, “you can’t +imagine how we felt, for we knew that there was +no chance of getting through to save you.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Blues—here—everybody!” exploded Pottle. +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_281' id='Page_281'>281</a></span> +“Funeral cheerful in comparison—no eat—no +food—just blues!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Come, Jack,” invited Bill, “and de Garros, +breakfast with us and tell us about it.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>So, between mouthfuls, Jack related his experiences +with Radwig’s party of Uhlans. Affectionately +he placed his hand on de Garros’ +arm, and soberly said:</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I owe my life to you. If it hadn’t been for +you——”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“It was sure luck, the greatest ever,” declared +Tom Jukes.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Fine stuff—fooled the enemy—shot at sunrise—others +get shot instead—up in the air—down +again—all safe—at last—hurray!” cried +Pottle, capering about wildly.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I can’t think it was luck,” said Jack gravely. +“I think there was a higher power than that +concerned in it.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“You are right,” agreed Bill.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Read—ee—<em>mon ami</em>, you ’ave not forget zee +dream,” slyly remarked de Garros.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_282' id='Page_282'>282</a></span> +Jack turned scarlet. Somehow he felt that it +was not very manlike to have even bothered with +nightmares.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“What’s this?” demanded Bill.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Come on, now,” coaxed Tom; “don’t hold +anything back.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Dreams?” questioned Pottle. “Dreams? +Great stuff—big inventors—and Columbus—dreamers!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>So Jack went over that adventure again.</p> + +<p class='c009'>This time, however, he decided to tell it in the +way it actually happened. The result was that +when Jack led them up to the climax he held +even de Garros spellbound.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack ceased to speak and looked at his +friends.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“How did you get away?” asked Bill.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I didn’t,” was the smiling reply.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“You didn’t!” came the perplexed chorus.</p> + +<p class='c009'>De Garros was chuckling softly. He had to +admire Jack’s cleverness.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Battle—prisoner—great fight—man in gray +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_283' id='Page_283'>283</a></span> +mask—disappear—eyes bigger and bigger—what’s +this—fairy tale?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“No, Pottle,” replied Jack, “it was only a +dream.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>For a moment there was silence and then they +all broke into peals of laughter, laughter that +seemed so strange and out of place in these days +frought with war’s devastation.</p> + +<p class='c009'>So they had the good sense to check their merriment, +especially as they saw the eyes of many +surprised men and women upon them.</p> + +<p class='c009'>They soon left the dining room, and prepared +to leave Louvain. Late that afternoon arrangements +were completed.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Regretful good-byes were said to plucky little +de Garros, whose demonstrative eyes were wet +as he clasped their hands in farewell.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“We may nevaire meet again,” he stammered, +“but I nevaire forget you all.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Nor will we forget you!” cried Jack warmly. +“You—you, if it hadn’t been for you——”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Read—ee, <em>mon ami</em>, you ’ave forget what you +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_284' id='Page_284'>284</a></span> +do for me long ago. A fair exchange. You +save <em>my</em> life.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“You’re fine,” exploded Pottle. “Legion of +Honor cross for you—long war—much dead—much +wounded—but you’ll live!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>A prediction, strangely enough, that came +true.</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_285' id='Page_285'>285</a></span> + <h2 id='chXL' class='c007'>CHAPTER XL.<br /> <br />OLD GLORY AGAIN.</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>Before the fall of Louvain, Jack and his +friends were across the border in France. Ultimately +they were lucky enough to rejoin the +<em>St. Mark</em>—sent for the accommodation of refugees—at +Marseilles.</p> + +<p class='c009'>A cable was despatched to America, telling +of Tom Juke’s safety.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Pottle, the young photographer, cabled his +paper, asking for permission to remain in the +battle zone. This was granted.</p> + +<p class='c009'>So the trio—Jack, Bill and Tom—said farewell +to Pottle.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“When I get back—possible—the paper will +make—hurrah!—look me up—eh?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“We sure will, old top,” promised Tom.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_286' id='Page_286'>286</a></span> +The voyage across was without incident, save +that, as was expected, they were stopped by British +warships.</p> + +<p class='c009'>So, one fine morning, unannounced, Jack +called upon Uncle Toby Ready. The old tar +gave vent to a great cry of joy. Though Jack +had often been away for long periods, Uncle +Toby never fully knew the thrilling adventure +Jack had participated in. Now there was no +hiding of the truth. The war was at hand. The +Germans were sweeping everything before them. +How had it fared with Jack? This uncertainty +had worried Uncle Toby. He felt that he would +never be able to forgive himself, had anything +happened to Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>When the first greetings were over, Uncle +Toby could not help but ask about his Golden +Embrocation and Universal Remedy for Man +and Beast.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Did you meet up with the King of England?” +he queried.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“No, Uncle Toby,” laughed Jack, “I did not.”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_287' id='Page_287'>287</a></span> +“Be it so with the Kaiser?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“No, not the Kaiser, either.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“How now—was it the Czar?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack shook his head.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“But made a—use of ’em?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Yes,” replied Jack with a twinkle in his eye. +“I did make——”</p> + +<p class='c009'>At this moment there came a sharp rap on the +door. Jack opened it, and a messenger, upon +ascertaining who he was, handed him a telegram.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“What now?” demanded Uncle Toby.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack tore open the envelope. The inclosed +sheet read:</p> + +<p class='c011'>“Congratulations and grateful appreciation. +Report immediately.</p> + +<div class='c013'>“<span class='sc'>Jacob Jukes.</span>”</div> + +<p class='c010'>“Yeou ain’t a-goin’ back to Europe!” declared +Uncle Toby emphatically.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Don’t worry, Uncle,” replied Jack. “I don’t +think it is for that Mr. Jukes wants me.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Well, if he don’t,” replied the old captain, +“give ’im a bottle of my Golden Embrocation +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_288' id='Page_288'>288</a></span> +and Universal Remedy for Man and Beast with +my compliments.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“All right,” laughed Jack as he put the bottle +in his pocket, never intending, of course, to carry +out the errand.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack found Mr. Jukes in earnest conversation +with his son, Tom. However, the moment Jack +entered, father and son arose.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Jack,” said Mr. Jukes, extending his hand, +“let me thank you.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>It was said sincerely and simply. Their handclasp +was hearty and true.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Mr. Jukes began to pace the office.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Tom looked at Jack and winked.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Young man,” suddenly said Mr. Jukes, +sternly addressing Jack, “you are bound to succeed +in life. You have the <em>makings</em>. You have +your trade—or shall I call it profession? But +operating wireless is not everything. You can +be a wireless operator all your life and your salary +will be your only means of keeping the wolf +from the door. Too many of our people have +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_289' id='Page_289'>289</a></span> +to depend on that means of support. Some day +I feel it will be different. At all events, I shall +make a beginning with you. So Tom and I have +decided to give you a number of shares in our +Combine.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Thereupon Mr. Jukes went on to explain the +value of the shares, instructing Jack just what +he should do with them. To tell the truth, Jack +had never troubled himself very much with the +intricacies of stock values.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Finally Jack left Mr. Jukes’ office feeling like +a millionaire.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Strange,” mused Jack, “that this good fortune +should come to me when thousands of others +are losing their all in Europe.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Feeling thus satisfied, Jack decided to acquaint +Helen Dennis with the good news. As he +strolled down to the dock, he could not help but +note that in so far as New York was concerned, +the war did not exist. People went about their +business in their accustomed way. Beyond the +usual set or serious expression characteristic of +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_290' id='Page_290'>290</a></span> +the average New Yorker when he is engaged in +earning his dividends or salary, as the case may +be in different instances and walks of life, the +average person seemed absolutely unconcerned +of the World Tragedy that was unfolding itself +across the sea.</p> + +<p class='c009'>At the docks, however, there was increased +activity. The demand upon American ammunition +and commodities had jumped by leaps +and bounds. Shippers were reaping a harvest.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The <em>Silver Star</em>, Captain Dennis’ ship, was in +port. Jack had little difficulty in getting aboard. +Captain Dennis was delighted to see Jack. He +could spare but little time, so when Jack had +told him only briefly of his experiences, the wise +tar, his eyes twinkling with mischief, said:</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Really, Jack, don’t you think Helen would +be more interested in your adventures?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack blushed.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Never mind, lad,” laughed the captain, “we +all have those days, you know.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>So Jack made his way to the captain’s cabin.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_291' id='Page_291'>291</a></span> +But let us say nothing more of them; rather +let us ask what became of Bill Raynor?</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_292' id='Page_292'>292</a></span> + <h2 id='chXLI' class='c007'>CHAPTER XLI.<br /> <br />WAR IN TIMES OF PEACE.</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>Just before Jack called upon his Uncle Toby, +Bill had expressed a desire to stroll about the +Great City.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“You see,” Bill said in explanation, “the sight +of old New York makes me glad to be back +again. They say it’s a selfish place. Well, perhaps +there are towns that make you feel more +at home, but once you know Manhattan’s ways, +you don’t want to change!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Have it your way,” agreeably laughed Jack.</p> + +<p class='c009'>So they parted for the time being.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Feeling hungry, Bill decided to visit one of +the select downtown restaurants his purse seldom +allowed him to patronize. Now, as the +reader will remember, Bill had no need to worry +over funds—at any rate, not for the immediate +future.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_293' id='Page_293'>293</a></span> +Bill thoroughly enjoyed his meal. He left +the restaurant feeling like a prince.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Those prices are steep,” he reflected, “but the +food and service are worth it.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Barely had he walked a block when he recognized +Tom Jukes a few strides in front of him. +Bill’s first impulse was to hail Tom, but something +about the latter made him hesitate.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Something seems queer,” muttered Tom, +puzzled. He was undecided. Should he follow +the millionaire’s son?</p> + +<p class='c009'>Tom Jukes seemed anxious to avoid being +seen. Every now and then he glanced about him +hurriedly. He kept close to the building line, +his cap pulled over his eyes. He turned into +one of those ancient alleys down in the financial +district of New York.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Bill Raynor came to a quick decision.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I’ll follow him!” he muttered.</p> + +<p class='c009'>A moment later Bill was also in the moldy +alleyway. Tom swung south, then west, and +south again, and finally halted before a pair of +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_294' id='Page_294'>294</a></span> +ornamental iron gates of the most antique and +peculiar design.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Bill, mystified that such places still existed in +the Great Metropolis, dogged Tom’s footsteps, +always careful to keep well out of sight.</p> + +<p class='c009'>He saw Tom pass through these iron gates. A +moment later Bill had followed Tom through, +though now he had to be far more careful, for +every flagstone seemed to give up a hollow +bellow.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Tom walked up an iron staircase clinging to +a decaying bulk of a dirt-gray stone ramshackle +building. He climbed one flight and then disappeared +from view.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Bill, very carefully—every nerve alert—followed. +A moment later he stepped into a long, +dim, lofty corridor, walled with marble of a +greenish tint, and smelling faintly of dry-rot.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Picking his steps with the greatest caution, +Bill felt his way forward. Somewhere in front +of him he saw the shadowy form of Tom.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Bill saw Tom pause before a door, which he +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_295' id='Page_295'>295</a></span> +opened very slowly. A faint light came from +within. A moment later Tom had disappeared +from view.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Bill crept forward.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Should he open the door?</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I wish Jack were here,” said Bill to himself.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Jack, it was, who had won the approval of +Jacob Jukes, head of the great shipping combine, +and father of Tom, for his masterly handling of +many difficult situations.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Under the circumstances, Bill did not flinch +in his determination to learn <em>what was going on +behind that door</em>!</p> + +<p class='c009'>Bill put his ear to the door—and at once heard +a faint <em>tick-tick</em>, as well as a muffled voice. +Slowly Bill felt the door for the knob and to his +surprise he found there was none!</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Entrance by signal only!” instantly decided +Bill.</p> + +<p class='c009'>But how was he to get in without it?</p> + +<p class='c009'>His eyes were now more accustomed to the +gloom. He looked about him, hoping to find a +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_296' id='Page_296'>296</a></span> +window or some outlet that might lead to the +barred room.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Farther down the corridor, to his right, he saw +a stairway—or what appeared to be a stairway. +He walked toward it, always bearing in mind to +be extremely careful.</p> + +<p class='c009'>He climbed up one flight without mishap. On +this floor, the feeling of desertion and forlorn +desolation grew deeper. Bill could barely suppress +a shiver.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Suddenly a rat scampered across the floor.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Phew!” ejaculated Bill, “this is <em>some</em> place!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>He noticed a thin ray of daylight a short distance +from him. Bill at once decided to discover +its origin. A moment later he saw that +the light flowed from the cracks of a door.</p> + +<p class='c009'>A brief investigation proved the door to be +unlocked. As he quietly pulled the door open +he saw that the room was absolutely bare, and +that the light came from the mud-pasted windows +facing a brick wall not five feet from them.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Bill tip-toed across the room, and raised one +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_297' id='Page_297'>297</a></span> +of the windows. To his satisfaction he at once +noticed the drain pipe at arm’s length. A moment +later he had slid to the floor below.</p> + +<p class='c009'>To his surprise he saw the window of that +mysterious room wide open. He could see only +part of it. There seemed many men listlessly +sitting about, though the majority kept unseeing +eyes on a blackboard.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“A blind tiger!” breathed Bill, amazed.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Bill meant that it was a fake racing broker’s +place. In years gone by there were many such +dens of evil in New York, where congregated +the broken-hearted, the reckless, the unscrupulous, +all of whom tempted fate on this horse or +that. As a rule the proprietor controlled the +destinies of his victims, for he could “fake” any +information he desired as to what horse won or +lost. Happily these dens are now more scarce +than hen’s teeth. It was these dens, the graves +of dupes, that were called <em>blind tigers</em>.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Does Tom play the ponies?” wondered Bill.</p> + +<p class='c009'>He listened intently.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_298' id='Page_298'>298</a></span> +Somewhere a ticker droned, and a husky voice +announced:</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Gas a half—five eighths; Steel six—nine hundred +at a quarter—a thousand—five-hundred—a +quarter—an eighth—Erie—an eighth—Steam—an +eighth——”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“What does this mean?” questioned Bill. “It +sounds like stock quotations. Can it be——?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>He decided to risk glancing into the +room.</p> + +<p class='c009'>At some risk of losing his hold he balanced +himself in order to accomplish his wish.</p> + +<p class='c009'>He saw a room, unclean and unwholesome. +The men seemed to be of the discarded of the +street, the diseased and maimed of the financial +district; here and there was a younger, smarter +type, the kind that makes the gangster, the pickpocket +and worse. He also saw Tom sitting +quietly yet alert. At his elbow was a young +man, somewhat older than Tom. On the wall +facing the window was a great blackboard, and +as the ticker spelled out its information, and the +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_299' id='Page_299'>299</a></span> +slovenly dressed clerk gave it voice, a second +clerk chalked away without cessation.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Beyond this clerk’s announcements everything +was quiet. Bill felt himself slipping, so he +silently swung back to his former position. The +light of understanding was in his eyes.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“By Jove, it’s a bucket shop!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Now a bucket shop is where people buy and +sell stock on less margin or in smaller quantity +than is accepted on the curb on Broad Street or +on the Stock Exchange. These establishments, +too, are fast disappearing, though as is always +possible in New York, an exception—as in all +directions of semi-organized crime—manages to +keep from the sharp talons of the law for a +longer period of time.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The bucket shops were where messenger +boys and clerks gamboled with Dame Fortune. +Sooner or later they lost—lost not only every +cent to their names, but much of their self-respect +and honesty. It was also the place for +the men who had gone down to defeat in the +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_300' id='Page_300'>300</a></span> +great battle fought bitterly every minute of the +day in the great financial arena. These men +were unfit for everything else, so they turned to +the bucket shops as a drowning man grasps at a +straw. But we have digressed enough—though +this was really necessary—and let us continue +with the narrative.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Bill did not know what to make of it all.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Surely Tom Jukes had little need to play for +stakes. His father was sufficiently wealthy and +knew the great money game, and its pitfalls, not +to have acquainted his son with them. The more +Bill thought, the more puzzled he became.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Suddenly he heard Tom shout:</p> + +<p class='c009'>“You robber, you thief!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Git out,” bawled the voice, evidently that of +the proprietor, “or I’ll have you put out!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“You do, and I’ll have you in the hands of the +police within twenty-four hours!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“You will, will you?” came the snarling challenge, +followed by a general commotion.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Here’s where I take a hand!” decided Bill, +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_301' id='Page_301'>301</a></span> +and leaped into the room, now in fearful confusion.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Stop!” cried Bill, drawing his revolver, +which he had a special permit to carry at any +time he wished, “or I’ll fire!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>His command was obeyed.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Stand where you are!” Bill demanded, noting +a suspicious movement on the part of several +to escape.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Bill, good old Bill!” exclaimed Tom, overjoyed.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Yes, it’s Bill,” was the reply. “Call up Headquarters +while I hold them in line.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“That’s your tip, Fred,” said Tom, turning to +the young man Bill had noticed before. “On +the run now!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>The young man called Fred seemed to need +no further invitation.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Tom now joined Bill. From one of the drawers +of the desk at which the proprietor had been +seated, Tom brought to light an ugly-looking +Colt.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_302' id='Page_302'>302</a></span> +“Let’s move ’em toward the rear!” suggested +Tom. “Some of ’em are showing signs of restlessness.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“All right!” acquiesced Bill.</p> + +<p class='c009'>So, at the point of the revolvers, everyone in +the room was lined up against the rear wall. The +older men, who had seen better days, appeared +indifferent to it all. To them life meant very +little. Spirit, youth, ambition, success had long +passed them by. They still clung to the vain +hope of winning something out of sheer habit. +Stock gambling, like opium, oftentimes urges on +its victim until the sands of life slowly ebb away. +The younger no-accounts scowled darkly. But +what could they do? Those two lads were too +business-like to attempt anything rash.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Say,” growled the proprietor, addressing +Tom, “can’t we call this quits?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Nothing doing!” was the curt reply, both +boys at once becoming more alert that ever.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Aw, take a joke,” pleaded the man. “I’ll +square it with you. Honest I will.”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_303' id='Page_303'>303</a></span> +Both boys remained silent.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I’ll tell you what,” continued the owner, +“just to square myself, I’ll throw in one hundred +dollars.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Silence.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Five hundred!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“You’re going out of business,” announced +Tom. “Save your breath!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“One thousand dollars!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“One more word,” warned Bill, “and I won’t +be responsible for my action. Keep still.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Defeated, the man depicted his silent disdain.</p> + +<p class='c009'>A moment later Fred and the police arrived. +The police captain in charge wanted the boys to +go along to press the charge, but Tom, upon +quickly satisfying the officer of their intentions +of doing so the next day—especially establishing +that Tom was the son of Jacob Jukes, the multimillionaire—were +at liberty to proceed as they +pleased.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Explanations are now in order.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Correct,” replied Tom. “Let me first +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_304' id='Page_304'>304</a></span> +introduce Fred Strong, an old-time friend of mine. +Bill Raynor, one of the finest boys in the world!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>The introduction was acknowledged with appropriate +remarks. Tom then unfolded a most +interesting story. Fred was a Wall Street clerk—and, +like many others, dabbled in stocks. He +kept on losing. So, desperate, he attempted to +court luck at the bucket shop a friend of his had +told him of. For a time he won. His hopes +rose. Then the inevitable reverses began. The +proprietor meanwhile had studied his victim. +Fred, without realizing it, became one of his +dupes. He loaned money from every one. He +began to tamper with his books. Disgrace +stared him in the face when he met Tom. A +few hours had straightened out all tangles. Tom, +however, insisted on bringing the bucket shop +keeper to book.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Well, that’s all to it!” interspersed Tom.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Hold on,” expostulated Bill, “why did you +sneak along the street as if wishing to be unrecognized?”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_305' id='Page_305'>305</a></span> +“Easy,” replied Tom. “Saw dad, across the +street, so had to—as you say—<em>sneak</em>.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“<em>Phew!</em>” whistled Bill, astonished. “I never +saw him. One other point, how did you know +the revolver was in that desk?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“It seems,” answered Tom, “that the bucket +shop proprietor made it a practice to show new +customers that weapon. I suppose it was an +effective reminder that all disagreements might +be settled rather abruptly.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Well,” chimed in Fred, “let us forget about +it. I’ll never play the market again. But, boys, +I want you to come with me. I have to tell this +story to the sweetest girl in town. You’ve got +to meet her!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“If you insist, lead on,” replied Tom. “But +suppose you tell her the truth of the matter, and +then,—well—I guess Bill and I will be honored, +I’m sure!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>Bill laughed outright.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I never suspected,” he said, “you had so much +of the so-called ‘society sass’.”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_306' id='Page_306'>306</a></span> +Tom chuckled with glee. He was highly +satisfied with the first day’s adventure in America. +In excellent spirits, the trio rode uptown. +While en route Bill briefly told, in turn, of +catching sight of Tom, and the consequences +thereof.</p> + +<p class='c009'>An hour later Fred brought them to a neatly +nestled house. There was a hand-ball court on +the property, and Fred saw to it that they were +made to feel at home. Then he entered the house.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Elsie,” said Fred, when first greetings were +over and they were comfortably settled, “I’ve +something to tell you.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“What is it, Fred?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I—I couldn’t buy you the engagement ring—be—because +I lost the money.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“That is <em>too</em> bad! But don’t mind it, dear. I +can wait.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“It’s nice of you to say it, but I lost the money +on stocks.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Tell me about it,” she requested calmly, +though there was a break in her voice.</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_307' id='Page_307'>307</a></span> +So Fred related the facts already familiar to +us. Nor did he spare himself in the recital. +At its conclusion, there was a moment’s silence. +Then——</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Fred,” said the girl softly, “I’m glad you +told me of this. Please, Fred, don’t gamble +again—whether it be on cards or stocks—and if +you were younger—I’d add buttons and marbles.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I’ve already promised not to do so—but Elsie, +I have something else to tell you. I have a new +position at a higher salary—thirty dollars a +week.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“That’s great!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“It’ll be more—if I make good.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Fred, I’m <em>so</em> glad.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>A pause.</p> + +<p class='c009'>“The cost of living is very high now,” asked +Fred—“isn’t it?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“I should say so! Diamonds will soon be +cheaper than onions or potatoes or cut sugar.”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Elsie!”</p> + +<p class='c009'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_308' id='Page_308'>308</a></span> +“Yes?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Would you like—could you—I mean—er—do +you think two persons could live on thirty +dollars a week?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“<em>Certainly!</em>”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“How about <em>us</em>?”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Oh, George!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Elsie!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>A blissful interval. Then—</p> + +<p class='c009'>“Elsie—I’ve completely forgotten! Those +two boys I told you of are playing handball. +They insisted that I confess my crimes before +you met them!”</p> + +<p class='c009'>A moment later Fred was introducing Tom +and Bill to Elsie. The young lady’s form of +greeting was most unexpected and unconventional. +Before either of the boys could surmise +her intention, she had kissed them!</p> + +<p class='c009'>Of course general laughter and banter followed. +Of this let us say no more.</p> + +<p class='c009'>The reader, however, may rest assured that +the boys whose adventures we have followed +<span class='pagenum'><a name='Page_309' id='Page_309'>309</a></span> +through six volumes were always true to American +ideals and aspirations. They participated +in many strange and thrilling adventures. We +may write of these in the near future, but for +the time being, with every good wish for the +bright future that appears assured to them, we +will bid farewell to the Ocean Wireless Boys.</p> + +<div class='c014'>THE END.</div> + +<div class='pbb'></div> +<hr class='pb' /> +<div class="tnote"> + <p class='c015'><b>Transcriber’s Notes</b></p> + <ol> + <li>Obvious typographical errors have been corrected.</li> + <li>Inconsistent spelling and hyphenation in the original +document have been preserved.</li> +</ol> +</div> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Ocean Wireless Boys on War Swept +Seas, by Wilbur Lawton + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK OCEAN WIRELESS BOYS--WARSWEPT SEAS *** + +***** This file should be named 45841-h.htm or 45841-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/4/5/8/4/45841/ + +Produced by Demian Katz, Roger Frank and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (Images +courtesy of the Digital Library@Villanova University +(http://digital.library.villanova.edu/)) + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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