CHAPTER XX
THE FIND IN THE FOREHOLD
Ted Dyer's place was quickly determined upon.
Bickson, the chief quartermaster, who attended to the general "policing"of the yacht--that is, the cleaning up and the sanitary care of theboat, had one seaman assigned to help him. Ted was added as an extrahand in this line, being placed at once under the orders of thequartermaster who was acting in Bickson's place while the latter was outin the launch.
"It looks, now, as though Dyer is all right, from the ground up,quartermaster," Captain Tom said, in a low voice. "At the same time, ofcourse, you'll keep a general eye on the youngster?"
"I certainly will, Captain."
"Above all, don't let him get anywhere near the prisoner in the brig.Don't permit any possibility of communication between Dyer andCragthorpe."
"I understand, Captain."
Before he had been at work for an hour Ted Dyer was earning golden goodopinions from the acting chief quartermaster. Not the slightestcuriosity did the new member of the crew display about anything thatdidn't concern him. As a worker Ted Dyer was number one.
About three o'clock the evidence of a new game on the part of the enemycame to notice. The steam launch of the "Victor" ceased sounding herwhistle off at the starboard of the "Panther." Tom Halstead, who was ondeck, ready to note the slightest sign, became instantly suspicious.
"Mr. Davis," he called, "sound the agreed-on signal from our ownfog-horn for Bickson to come in, post-haste with our power boat."
From the "Panther's" fog-horn sounded four short blasts.
Just a few minutes later Tom Halstead, listening at the rail, heard the"Victor's" machinery moving at faster rate.
"There they go, stealing away from us," muttered the young skipper.
"And not sounding their fog-horn any more, either," commented JosephBaldwin.
"It won't take 'em long to get out of our hearing, if our tender doesn'tget in," predicted Halstead.
"Confound Bickson! Where is he? What's he doing?" demanded the"Panther's" owner, impatiently.
Barely thirty seconds later, however, the "Panther's" power tender shotin alongside. The falls and tackle were lowered swiftly. The instantwhen the hoisting began Halstead called sharply:
"Mr. Davis, start us forward on the jump. Don't let those trickstersslip us in that fashion."
Second Officer Davis gave the order for increased speed. Then, before itcould be carried out, he cried, excitedly:
"What has become of the 'Victor,' sir? Can you hear her machinery, now?"
Tom Halstead listened intently, growing paler. Barely forty-five secondsbefore he had had the enemy within sound. Now, not a single trace ofnoise came to him over the waters.
"By Jove! they've slipped us," he groaned, uneasily.
"That's what," confessed Dick, in a hushed, scared voice.
Joseph Baldwin's face was a study in intense anxiety.
"I'm afraid the steam yacht has gotten away from us, Captain," heremarked. "If that really has happened, I don't blame you. The chances,in a game of this sort, and under these conditions, are all with thefugitive."
"Perhaps it isn't a matter of blame," muttered Skipper Tom, his facechalk-white, his hands nervously gripping at the port deck rail. "ButI'm chagrined--ashamed, just the same. What have those rascals done?Have they stopped speed altogether? Are they drifting, so that, if we goahead, we are drawing further away from them all the time? Or did theyshoot well ahead of us, then succeed in running with almost no noise,and on a new course, so that they are slipping further away from usevery minute? Shall we stop and drift? Or, if we go ahead, what speedand which course shall we take? Confound the wretches!"
"It is a big problem," admitted Joseph Baldwin, his own face as white asthat of the young skipper.
"Have you any orders, sir?" asked Halstead, quickly.
"No," replied Joseph Baldwin, slowly. "All I can do is to guess. That'sall you can do, either, Captain Halstead; but your guess is just aslikely to be the right one as is my own."
The "Panther" was now traveling at a speed of twelve miles, sounding herfog-horn twice in the minute.
"The worst of it is that our horn betrays us to the enemy," mutteredTom. "They have no respect for the laws of the sea, so that we give themguide, while they give us nothing in return."
"We won't quite give up hope," uttered Mr. Baldwin, dispiritedly. "Atthe same time, I fancy we're now as good as whipped. I don't see anychance for us."
"The only chance that's left," replied Skipper Tom, "is the chance ofluck. Until you give other orders, sir, I shall keep to the same course,and at the same speed."
Baldwin nodded, turning away. Somehow, the depressing news had passedaround. The cabin passengers came pouring out on deck, asking well-nighinnumerable questions of the young captain and of the sadly perplexedowner.
"All I can say," replied Mr. Baldwin to his questioners, "is that wemust depend upon the slender chance of--luck."
"And all I can say," added Captain Tom Halstead, "is--wait!"
Gaston Giddings, who, in the morning, had been so insistent on havingCragthorpe set at liberty, now underwent a complete change of feeling inthe matter.
"That wretch in the brig could tell us something about this latesttrick," declared the young bank president, quivering with wrath. "Mr.Baldwin, why don't you have the fellow brought on deck and made toconfess whatever he may know about the plans of the Rollings crowd onthe 'Victor'?"
"Even if Cragthorpe should know all about the enemy's plans," demandedthe owner, "how could I make him confess if he didn't want to?"
"Torture him, if you have to, until he talks freely," snarled GastonGiddings.
"That wouldn't do," negatived Baldwin. "This is the twentieth century,and we live under laws. We can't put men to the torture nowadays."
"Then let me go down and see Cragthorpe," cried Giddings, nervously."I'll find a way to make him talk! Give me the key to the brig."
To this proposition Captain Halstead returned a most emphatic refusal.
"Whoop!" sounded a jubilant voice from below. "Whoo-oo-oopee!"
"Who on earth is that?" demanded Mr. Ross.
"Ted Dyer, the last castaway we picked up out of the ocean," respondedCaptain Halstead.
"What on earth can he find to be so joyous----"
"Whoo-oop!" interrupted Ted himself, appearing on deck at that instant.His eyes were snapping with excitement, his face fairly glowing withdelight.
"Say, do you know what's down in the forehold, sir?" he demanded, facingCaptain Tom Halstead.
"No; and how do you?" broke in Joseph Baldwin, interrupting.
"Quartermaster Bickson set me to tidying up there," explained Ted. Then,turning to the young skipper, the San Francisco boy rattled on:
"There's a case there, under a lot of other stuff, marked 'shotguns,'and another case marked 'rifles.' Then there are other boxes labeled'ammunition.'"
"Great Scott! I had forgotten that stuff--didn't know it was on board,in fact," exclaimed the owner.
"I heard you tell," Ted hastened on, speaking to Tom Halstead, "how youwere handicapped, when right alongside the 'Victor,' by not having anyfirearms except the two revolvers of the deputy marshals. But, now!You've got an arsenal if those boxes are labeled straight."
"I believe the boxes are labeled all right," replied Joseph Baldwin,smiling sadly. "Yet, now that we know we have weapons enough at hand wehaven't any steam yacht to board!"
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