CHAPTER XXVII. "BE PREPARED."
We must now go back to Mr. Raynor and Merritt whom we left in the launch,a prey to no very enviable thoughts. As the sound of Rob's and Mr.Mainwaring's footsteps died away in the forest, they fell to speculatingon the fate of their young comrades. All at once Merritt turned to hiscompanion with an exclamation.
"Isn't the river current flowing more swiftly?" he asked.
Mr. Raynor gazed over the side at the muddy stream.
"It surely is," he decided. "I shouldn't wonder but there's a storm backin the mountains."
As the stream flowed more swiftly and with greater volume Merritt lookedwith some anxiety at their anchor rope. It was not a particularly thickone and the stream was tugging frantically at the launch. Suddenly,without the slightest warning, there was a sharp snapping sound and therope parted. Before they had time to exchange a word, the launch was ahundred yards down stream. It was almost impossible to turn her about ordirect her course, but accident accomplished for them what they had notbeen able to do for themselves. The _Pathfinder_ suddenly struck a sandbank, gave a giddy sort of yaw and swung round, heading bow on down thestream.
The next instant the current which was still rising caught her and shother off down stream with her bow pointing in the right direction. Mr.Raynor grabbed the spokes of the steering wheel before the craft had achance to smash into the bank and Merritt set the engine slowly going onreverse so as to check, as much as possible, the furious speed. He hadgrave doubts of the patched-up link holding, but he nursed it along ascarefully as he could.
It was not till they had gone some distance that either of them had achance to speak, and then naturally their first words were about thosethey had left behind. What anxieties beset them may be imagined. Two oftheir number were lost; the pair that had set out to find them wouldreturn either with or without the castaways, but in any case to find thelaunch gone. That it was all as unavoidable as fate made no difference tothe seriousness of the situation.
The _Pathfinder_, handled with consummate skill by Mr. Raynor, reachedthe Gatun settlement that evening, and the news spread like wildfire thatthe boys were lost and that Mr. Mainwaring had been left, by force ofcircumstances, in the forest. Everyone there appreciated the gravity ofthe situation. The river was rising and it might be impossible to ascendit for a week, even if then.
From the vivid flashes of lightning visible in the far-off peaks it wasclear that back in the wild Cordillera the storm was raging savagely. Thewater continued to rise. After supper Mr. Raynor, in charge during Mr.Mainwaring's absence, wrote out a telegram to Lieut. Col. Goethalsinforming him of what had happened. Merritt, who was aching for somethingto do, volunteered to take it to the little telegraph office by therailroad track; for the head official of the canal was in Coloninspecting the work there, having left the day before in his private car.
Mr. Raynor, perhaps seeing that Merritt would feel better with someemployment to take his mind off his worry, readily consented. The BoyScout set out at once. As he went he looked back at the distant peaksseveral times. The lightning was playing a witches' dance above them, andhe thought with a pang of those near and dear to him who might bewandering at that very moment among them.
The operator at the Gatun station was a talkative chap and he chatted toMerritt while he waited for an open wire. He told him that he had had abusy evening and grumbled quizzically at his own good nature in trying toplease other people.
"Why, only half an hour ago," he said, "a chap, a young American, Iguess, was in here and borrowed two of my batteries. Said he wasexperimenting. Well, I knew him by sight and I let him have 'em. What'sthe result? I've had to charge two more and the line don't work as good."
Merritt only half listened to the voluble operator's relation of histroubles. But presently he looked up languidly as the operator saidbrusquely:
"Why, here's the chap coming back now. Well, if he's after any morebatteries he don't get 'em."
A footfall sounded on the platform outside, the door opened and in came aman at sight of whom Merritt almost fell off his chair. It was the youngman that he had seen in the barn with Jared and with whom the latter haddriven to the station the night of the fire in Hampton.
Merritt was sitting back in a corner. For the sake of coolness, there wasonly one lamp in the place, a shaded one above the operator's table. Apile of boxes stood close to Merritt and he slipped in behind them. Hehad reasons of his own for not wanting to be seen just then.
"No more batteries," began the operator truculently as the stranger camein. But the other laughed.
"It's not batteries this time," he said with a slightly foreign accent."It's a telegram I want to send."
"Oh, that's different. There's one ahead of you, though."
"All right; there is no hurry. I'll write mine out now."
The man sat down and rapidly wrote on a sending blank. He handed it in.The operator looked at it a minute and then handed it back.
"Sorry; I can't take it."
"Why not? I can pay you."
The man drew out a roll of bills.
"That's not it. Your message is in cipher and we are not allowed to takesuch telegrams in the zone."
"Whose orders?"
"Lieut. Col. Goethals and the U. S. Government."
"Curse them both," ground out the stranger angrily. The operator jumpedto his feet.
"See here, friend," he said, "I'm an American and I think Goethals is amighty fine man, too. See the point? There's the door. Now get! I'mblamed sorry I lent you those batteries, but I'd rather you didn't returnthem than come back."
Without a word the man turned and half slunk out of the door. As hepassed close by Merritt, the Boy Scout heard him mutter:
"Yes, and you and all Yankees will be sorrier yet before morning."
Merritt looked around. There was an open door behind him. Quick as aflash he slipped through it and the next moment was following the manthrough a clump of bananas that grew on each side of the road. Dodgingamong the broad leaves Merritt kept his quarry in sight and stuck closeto his heels. The man walked on and then suddenly turned aside from themain road that led back to the "gold-men's" quarters and headed down intoa sort of wild gully running to the river.
With Merritt close on his heels and blessing the shrubs that grew at thepath-side, the man, quite unconscious that anyone was on his tracks, kepton. At length he came to a more or less tumble-down hut not far from theriver bank.
He paused here a minute and gave three low whistles. In response out camean old negro.
"Dis funny time ob night to call?" said the old darky questioningly.
"This is a _good time of night to call_," said the man with a peculiaremphasis. To Merritt it sounded as if the words just spoken were a sortof countersign. At any rate nothing more was said. The old negro admittedthe stranger to the hut and closed the door.
"Now what sort of work is on foot," muttered Merritt to himself. "Whatmischief are those rascals up to? It's all most mysterious. This fellowwhom we've seen with Jared first borrows electric batteries and thentries to send a cipher message. I can't make it out."
He stood a moment irresolute as to what course to pursue. Should he goback and tell Mr. Raynor what he had discovered? But the next minute hedecided not to. After all he had no proof; he would try to peep into thehut and see what was going on. Cautiously he reconnoitered, completelycircling the hut. But not a gleam of light was visible.
Bit by bit he crept closer, using the utmost caution. At length he gotclose to the rear wall and here, to his huge delight, he found a crackthrough which he could peer at what was going on within. What he saw madehis heart leap. Round a table were seated Estrada, Alverado, the strangeman and Jared Applegate. Jared's face was white and frightened but theothers wore a sort of deadly composure. In the background stood the olddarky who had opened the door. On the table was a smoky kerosene lamp.
But on the table also were s
ome objects that puzzled Merritt. There was abrass lever, not unlike a telegraph key, and by it an array of batterieswith wires leading from them. The strange man was seated near the brasskey, with which he was toying carelessly, and yet with a certain caution.
"Be careful," Alverado was warning him, "don't be premature, my dearCastro; in your eagerness you have already broken two batteries."
"Yes, but the accommodating station agent replaced them. Ha! ha! if hehad known what they were for! But he wouldn't handle cipher, confoundhim!"
"That was the order of these hated Yankees. But after to-night we shalltriumph over them. One touch of that key in the right direction and----"
Estrada, who was speaking, spread his hands expressively. The others'eyes blazed; only Jared cowered and looked badly frightened.
"Why can't you put it off till I get out of the country?" he begged.
"So we would have, because of the service you did us in showing us whereto place the--the little matter you know of. But you have been wellrewarded. Why repine? As for putting it off, what time like the present?Mainwaring is away and those cursed little rats of spies, Boy Scouts, asyou call them, are with him. We are safe."
But Jared only cowered and quivered the more. As for Alverado, who haduttered the words just recorded, he lit a fresh cigarette and regardedthe whining youth with scorn.
Merritt's blood almost froze as he looked on at this strange scene. Hehad a quick mind, and from almost the first he had guessed what thatparaphernalia on the table meant, what the "patriots," as they doubtlesscalled themselves, were waiting for. But the Boy Scout did not wait. Heran, as if on wings, from that hut in the hollow, his pulses beating likesnare drums and a fearful doubt assailing his mind.
"Would he be too late?" That was the fear that pounded at Merritt's brainas he raced along for the "gold-men's" row of houses. At the summit ofthe little hill, leading up from the hollow of the hut, he stumbled oversomething, something that entangled his foot. He leaned to examine it andthen gave an astonished cry. The next moment he had whipped out his scoutknife and cut his foot loose of the encumbrance. After that for somereason he went more slowly, but still he ran, ran to summon aid for UncleSam against a gang of foul plotters.
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Half an hour later the scene in the hut was not much changed, but a tensesilence had fallen over its inmates. On every face was a strained,anxious look, yet underlaid by an expression of exultation. Jared alonewas missing. In an agony of fear and remorse he had broken from the hut ashort time before. They had not tried to check him.
"Ready?" said Estrada, who held a watch. He was deadly pale.
The strange young man by the table shoved back a stray lock of black hairwith long, thin fingers. One hand trembled on that brass key that Merritthad noticed.
"Let the invader! the usurper! the tyrant take warning from to-night!"cried Alverado solemnly in a declamatory tone.
Suddenly there came a crash outside. The door was carried inward off itshinges. A crowd of men, in the uniform of the Gatun police, burst intothe room.
"Seize that man!" cried Mr. Raynor, who was in the lead. He pointed tothe strange young man whose fingers were already pressing the keydownward.
"Betrayed!" shrieked Alverado as a revolver was knocked upward out of hishand.
The police, taking no chances after this, sprang forward toward the manat the key with leveled weapons.
"Surrender!" they called out.
"Not till I've blown Uncle Sam's work to Kingdom Come!" cried the wretchwith a hideous laugh.
His fingers pressed the key. But no earth-shaking explosion followed. Thetons of dynamite that had been cunningly concealed in a spill-way half amile off did not explode. The Gatun Dam was not hoisted skyward and thework of years ruined.
There was only a feeble "click," echoed by two more as the handcuffs weresnapped on Alverado and Estrada.
Mr. Raynor fairly embraced Merritt and the rest crowded round him.
"If it hadn't been for you, my boy, and your presence of mind in guessingwhat that wire was you stumbled across and cutting it, the dam might havebeen blown up in accordance with this wretch's desires," he declared, andthen, as the miscreant, who had in vain tried to send the fatal spark tothe dynamite, was made a prisoner, Mr. Raynor raised his voice:
"Three cheers for the Boy Scouts!" he cried, "and in particular forMerritt Crawford of the Eagles. Had it not been for his quick wits inguessing that a plot was on foot when he saw that wretch yonder at theGatun station, this might have been a black night for Uncle Sam and thePanama Canal."
The cheers were given with right good will. Soon afterward the prisoners,including the old black man, were marched off to the lock-up maintainedat Gatun for offenders on the canal work, although, it is safe to say, itnever before housed such monsters as the would-be dynamiters of the GatunDam.
"If only the rest were here and safe," said Merritt to Mr. Raynor latethat night, "I should be perfectly happy. As it is I don't feel as if Icould rest till we are reunited."
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It was the next day that the entire community, already wild withexcitement over the discovery of the plot against the dam and the captureof the chief conspirators, was treated to a fresh thrill. Down the river,which had somewhat subsided, came two canoes. In the first one were Roband Mr. Mainwaring. In the second sat Tubby and Fred. How they had met issoon explained.
As Tubby had guessed, the river they had seen from the ruins was theChepalta. Its swift current had carried them into the Chagres itself andin course of time they came to the spot where Mr. Mainwaring and Fred,sadly distressed and worried over the loss of the launch, had decided tospend the night. They had built a roaring fire to keep off serpents orwild beasts, and Tubby and Fred, as soon as they saw the blaze, had madefor it. In a few seconds a joyful reunion had taken place. As more sleepthat night was out of the question, they had waited till the first flushof dawn and then emptied one of the provision canoes. In this Mr.Mainwaring and Rob seated themselves and they all paddled back tocivilization.
Their amazement when they heard of what had been taking place at Gatunduring their absence may be, to use a phrase hackneyed but apt, "betterimagined than described." There is no space here to relate all thatfollowed or to give the details of the trial and sentencing of therascally plotters. It was found, for they confessed in hope of immunity,that the plot was far more widely organized than had been thought. Dozensof laborers were implicated before the end, and it was the number engagedthat had made it possible for them to elude the vigilance of the GatunGuards, secrete so much dynamite and then connect it with wires to thelonely hut in the hollow. As for the strange young man, it was found thathe had been a chemist specializing on explosives, who had thought toavenge his country's fancied wrongs by enlisting with the plotters.
Had it not been for Merritt, who received the personal congratulations ofCol. Goethals and the Commission, there is little doubt but that thegreat dam might have been damaged almost beyond hope of reconstruction.The boy bore his honors modestly, as became a true Scout, and of coursethe story did not get to the newspapers, so that he was spared theembarrassment of being interviewed and lionized. His comrades felt forhim nothing but pride and admiration.
Those pebbles that Tubby picked up proved to be raw emeralds of greatvalue and you may be sure that each of his friends was presented withone. The chums of Lucy Mainwaring, too, have noticed that she now wears abrooch set with a magnificent emerald, by which she seems to set greatstore. Who gave it to her we will leave our readers to guess.
Jared Applegate managed in some way to evade the drag-net set for him,and has not been seen or heard of since the night he slipped out of thehut overcome at the last minute by the thought of the terrible crime hehad committed.
I should like to linger with you in this fascinating old land with itsnew interests and tell you how the ruined city in which Tubby and Fredpassed such an uncomfortable
time was explored and rare treasures ofantiquity found. I should also like to relate more of the adventures thatbefell the chums among the "Gold-men" of the Isthmus, but I must contentmyself with what has been written and my readers with the prophecy thatthe future will be able to recall no more noble achievement than thisthat has been the subject of our tale.
You are assured, however, that the Boy Scouts returned to their studiesand to the States better citizens, better patriots and better Scouts forthe exciting times they spent on Uncle Sam's big ditch--the eighthwonder, and the greatest of the world. Let every American boy, who gets achance, see it. It will strengthen and cement his love for the Stars andStripes and for the U. S. A., the country that put the giganticenterprise through in spite of almost overwhelming difficulties.
And now the time has come to say good-bye to the Boy Scouts. So wishingthem well in everything they undertake and hoping that they may ever be"good scouts and true," the author bids a reluctant adieu to them and tothe readers who have followed the "Eagles" through their many adventures.
THE END
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Transcriber's note:
--Obvious typographical errors were corrected without comment.
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