Our Young Aeroplane Scouts in Germany; or, Winning the Iron Cross

by Horace Porter

  CHAPTER XI.

  UNDER THE RED ROOF.

  THERE were no additions to the party in the "sky parlor" until aftercandlelight. The man called Fred was half-asleep on one of the cots,when suddenly aroused by repeated knocking below. He made stealthydescent, listened at the entrance for a moment, and apparentlysatisfied with the signal conveyed in the rapping outside, cautiouslyunbarred and opened the door. The person admitted did not come emptyhanded, for when he stepped from the stair-landing into the upper roomhe, and likewise Fred, were carrying market-baskets of goodly size.

  "Hello, Gervais," was the hearty greeting he gave to the cool one,the latter engaged, with a well-thumbed deck of cards, in a game ofsolitaire.

  "Hello yourself," returned the gamester, dropping the cards, and comingforward to relieve the newcomer of the market basket.

  Billy and Henri were seated in the shadow, beyond the range of thecandle rays, and at the time escaped notice. Both had started, however,at the first sound of the new voice.

  From a side view the make-up was that of a typical huckster of theseparts, fur cap, with ear lappets, corduroy greatcoat and cowhide boots.Between cap and collar bunched a heavy growth of iron-gray whiskers.

  The boys did not realize that their instinctive move, occasioned by acertain tone in the voice, had not been amiss until the speaker hadturned full face.

  Even the luxuriant whiskers could not wholly hide the Anglin smile!

  Much to the astonishment of Gervais and Fred, and infinitely more tothe surprise of the imitation huckster, the boys at a single boundjointly invaded the circle of light and grasped the elbows of theirone-time Calais acquaintance.

  "What sort of a hold-up is this?" cried Anglin, in startledrecognition; "is it raining harumscarum aviators in Strassburg? By thegreat horn spoon, it's enough to make me believe I've got 'em to seeyou under this roof."

  "I'll bet you knew that we blew in with Roque," proposed Billy, "foryou have a way of seeing seven ways for Sunday."

  "You win, laddy-buck, on the first statement, but I'm still up a stumpon the proposition of how you got into this house."

  "We were loafing," put in Henri, "started out on a pigeon hunt and gotthe drag when we mentioned it at your back door."

  "Pigeon hunt?" Anglin wore a puzzled look.

  Henri made quick explanation of the whole affair.

  "Ha! I see," exclaimed Anglin. "By the way, you did not happen tomention your tower observations to anyone else, did you?"

  This last query had a dead-earnest ring, with a rising note of anxiety.

  "Not on your life," assured Henri; "in the first place, the big chiefhad no time to bother with us; we had no inducement to talk to anybodyelse, and, all in all, who'd have cared about the bird business,anyhow?"

  "Well, it seems there was one fellow who did."

  Billy indicated Fred, who was unpacking the baskets.

  "There are others," laughed Anglin, much relieved by the boys'statement. Fur cap, wig and false whiskers were tossed onto themantelpiece, and the huckster was no more.

  The baskets had produced a plentiful supply of ham, cold chicken,and the like, and not one of the party could be charged with lack ofappetite.

  In the glow of good-fellowship, Fred told Billy he was sorry that hehad given him so rough a reception.

  "Honors are easy, old top," was Billy's jovial acceptance of theapology, "and I am glad now that we did not break any of your ribs whenwe banged you around."

  "Say, Mr. Anglin, I am afraid, after all, that we may bring downtrouble on your head. I just know that Roque will be in a great stewwhen he finds we are gone and will fairly comb the town to locate us."

  The idea had begun to trouble Henri to the extent of spoiling thepleasure of this reunion and indoor picnic.

  "I have thought of this," admitted Anglin, "but the danger of discoveryis ever the same, and I don't believe this will either hurry or lessenit. Besides, we are prepared, or, rather, had the way prepared for us,to make a run on the slightest warning."

  This restored to Henri happier thoughts, though he still held beliefthat Anglin might have been safer if Roque had no special inducement toimmediately lead a searching party throughout the city.

  That is just what happened, and it proved not an overly-difficult taskfor the keen tracker to trace the boys to at least the vicinity of theplace where they were hidden.

  The men under the red roof were soon made aware of the lurking dangerby the tooting of an automobile horn in the avenue bordering thegrounds north of the house.

  It was a telegraph code set in shrill notes, and it was apparent thatGervais, in alert listening attitude, had comprehended the message,even as the motor-car sounded the final blast in its swift passage outof sight and hearing.

  The cool one, in most deliberate way, drawled the words: "Look out."

  As effective as if a whole dictionary had been pumped through thewindow by Anglin's scouts.

  The chief calmly resumed the disguise of wig and whiskers, while Fredblew out half-a-dozen candles with little waste of breath. With onetallow dip still alight, and shaded by hand, the doorman then mountedthe ladder leading to the garret, thereby causing up there greatcommotion in the pigeon roost.

  When Fred reappeared at the foot of the ladder, it could be dimly seen,he wore a broad grin and a wreath of cobwebs.

  "When that flock arrives, empty-footed, old Winkelman will swear like apirate."

  Fred had turned every carrier bird but one loose in the night. Theexception was fluttering in his hand, blinking its beady eyes at theglimmer of the lone candle.

  Anglin had seated himself at the table and was writing a few words on ascrap of parchment, completing which he deftly attached the tiny rollto the pink leg of the feathered envoy.

  Fred lifted the window a few inches and released the bird.

  With the utmost care every bit of paper, every inch of thread waspicked up and stowed away in the pockets of the three men preparing tovacate.

  Billy and Henri were busily figuring in their minds just how they weregoing to come out of the scrape, when the creak of a shutter, underprying force, was heard on the lower floor.

  "They're here at last," muttered Gervais, dropping a hand to his hip,on the revolver side.

  Anglin laid a finger on his lips, enjoining silence, and tiptoed downthe stairway, the others following in shadowy procession.

  On the first floor the leader paused. The attempt to force the firmlyhooked shutter had ceased, and no new form of attack was for the momentin evidence. Anglin had removed his cowhide boots, and, with velvettread, then advanced the entire length of the long hall, motioningthose behind him to remain where they were.

  He was back again in less than five minutes, and whispered:

  "The house, I believe, is completely surrounded. They are waiting fordaylight, I suppose, to cinch some sure thing, the nature of which theyare not quite certain. If Roque is along and thought I was inside, axeswould have been working before this."

  "They will find a lot here at daylight," chuckled Fred--"a lot of dust."

  The party silently made their way through a side passage to whatappeared to have been intended as the dining and cooking domain.Gervais had assumed the duties of guide, and he showed thoroughacquaintance with the premises by first producing a dark lantern froma cupboard, and then moving directly to the black mouth of a steeplyinclined flight of stone steps descending far below the level.

  The spacious cellar was divided into sections by partitions of solidbrick. But it was at the center of the foundation wall on the westwhere Gervais halted.

  "Give me a leg up."

  Fred gave his comrade the required lift, and Gervais secured ahand-grip on a big drain pipe that curved into the wall. He gave thepipe a strong-arm-twist, and the bull's-eye shine of the lanternrevealed an aperture in the masonry, into which the climber squirmed.

  Hardly had his feet disappeared, when he had turned about with his headout of the hole in the wall and a hand down to
help the next comer toscale the space between the floor and the dislocated pipe.

  Billy was given the hoist and crawled over the prostrate Gervais intothe narrow passage above; Henri quickly followed, then Anglin, andfinally Fred, who lent aid in pulling the pipe back to its moorings.

  "'Snug as a bug in a rug,'" quoted Billy, who was really enjoyingthis method of getting out of a tight place, even though getting intoanother.

  However, the rounded and cemented passage did not squeeze enough to beuncomfortable, and there was steady draught of fresh air coming fromsomewhere further ahead.

  "The good man from whom you leased this property six months ago hardlycounted this as one of the improvements you agreed to make," remarkedAnglin as they started to wriggle through the drain.

  Gervais laughed. "I didn't do anything to the pipe but what had to bedone, and 'a stitch in time saves nine.'"

  "It is likely to save three that I know of," grunted Fred.

  "You can always count on Gervais to think for the future."

  The man so complimented by his chief said nothing, saving his energyfor the vigorous use of hands and knees necessary to make progress inthe smooth channel.

  The journey on all fours ended at a heavy grating, through which faintdaylight was peeping. Through the barred opening the outlook was into adeep ravine, with a small stream coursing at the bottom, and a densegrowth of small timber and bushes rising to the level on all sides.

  Directly opposite the entrance of the drain, in a small clearing onthe high ground across the gully, the broad windows of a stone cottagereflected the glare of the slowly rising sun.

  "There is nothing else to do, my friends, but to lay low until brotherRoque completes the scouring of this section. We are well on the waybut not yet out of the woods, as the saying is."

  This was the view of the chief, and his views were seldom questioned.

  It was a rather gloomy prospect, this crouching wait in quarters soconfined, but the secret service men counted nothing a hardship, andthe boys had to possess themselves in patience.

  The capacious pockets of the huckster's greatcoat, with which Anglinhad not parted, despite its weight, in the long crawl, contained asupply of food, taken from the baskets before starting.

  From the avenue that lay between the ravine and the grounds about thehouse which they had recently quitted, the cramped company in the draincould hear the rumble of traffic, and once they heard voices in closeproximity to their hiding place.

  "Giving them something to puzzle about, eh, Gervais?"

  "Rather a fuddle for them, chief," agreed the cool one, "and the bestof it all, they don't know whom they're after, unless it be theseyoungsters."

  "Oh, I propose that the boys shall be found in due time, but thebalance of us will keep dodging to the best of our ability."

  "Some ability, too, believe me, boss," was Billy's contribution.

  "Well, I believe we can hold our own," complacently observed Fred.

  With the wearing of the long day, the prospect of liberation eased thetrial of the later hours. As night fell apace, the first greeting to itwas the glow of a lamp in one of the windows of the stone cottage.

  Gervais moved close to the grating, and fixed intent gaze upon thisillumination. In the course of a half-hour his vigilance was rewardedby a sight that he evidently anticipated. Somebody was repeatedlycrossing and recrossing the patch of light, now and then deliberatelystanding in front of the lamp. That "somebody" was making dots anddashes as plain as day to the trained vision of the receiving expert.

  "The coast is clear," he announced.

  A little pressure and the bars were down.

  Out into the night crept the weary five, with the luxurious experienceof once more standing erect and having a good stretch.

  Having replaced the grating in the drain entrance to a nicety, Gervaisled the way down the steep slope of the ravine to the creek, whichBilly and Henri attempted to drink dry, so great was their thirst.

  "Now is a time when the best of friends must part," said Anglin. "Ihave been thinking it over, and the suggestion is that you, my youngfriends, must be relieved of any suspicion of willingly associatingwith suspicious characters. Gervais, Fred and I have our missionclearly mapped, the cause we serve is supreme, and the safeguarding Ipropose is of mutual benefit. With you boys here we can have no openacquaintance, and of us, as we are, you must claim no memory. To bebrief, you have been detained by rough characters at the other end oftown, and you will be there discovered at the roadside in the morningbound and gagged and stripped of all your possessions."

  "I am afraid we are mighty poor picking," joked Billy, "but it is allright to give us the truss up, as we brought this shake-up to yourdoor."

  "That is neither here nor there now," consoled Anglin; "we must mendthe situation as best we can."

  And so it came about, at a point remote from the red roof, a passingpoliceman picked up two much hunted boys who were decidedly the worsefor wear.