Jimmie sniffed at the air in the larger apartment and pulled Frank by the arm.
"Smell anything?" he asked.
"Something does seem queer," the latter replied.
In a second there was an unmistakable odor of burning cloth in the room, and the boys began hunting about for the source of it. The pounding on the door continued.
"Open up!" young Moore shouted. "Open up if you don"t want to lose your ship."
"I"ll bet the fire"s in there," Jimmie ventured. "I"m goin" to open the door and find out."
He turned the key, which was in the lock on the outside, and in a second the door was open. A burst of smoke shot out into the larger apartment.
Through the thick veil of the smoke, in a corner of the room, the boys saw a spurt of flame. It was running along the floor, nipping at the fringe on an expensive rug.
When the door was opened young Moore dashed out, as if desiring to pa.s.s the two boys before they got the smoke out of their eyes. Frank caught him by the arm and held him fast.
By this time the large room where the boys stood was well filled with smoke, and Jimmie opened every avenue by which it might travel to the main hatch in the conning tower. In a few moments the interior of the submarine was comparatively free from smoke.
Jimmie took a pail of water from the tap and tossed it on the creeping flame in the little room. It served its purpose and the danger was over. Frank, still holding Moore by the arm, pointed to a chair. The young fellow seemed to have no notion of taking the seat, however, for he made a dash for the hatch, which was wide open.
In order to gain the staircase it was necessary for him to pa.s.s the place where Jimmie stood. As he came up to the boy he struck out with all his force and continued his flight--for a second.
When the boy saw him getting by, he dropped to the floor and seized him by the ankles, with the result that both were rolling about in the rich rug in no time.
"Go to it!" shouted Jimmie, as Moore tried to break away from him.
"Catch him, Frank!" he continued, as the stronger man pulled away.
It was quite a neat little battle, but in the end numbers won, and Moore was ornamented with the irons once more.
"Why didn"t you say the boat was on fire?" asked Frank. "You might have smothered in there."
"Wish I had!" gritted Moore.
"Go back and do it over again," Jimmie suggested. "You can have all the time you want!"
"Why didn"t you let us know at first?" insisted Frank.
"Well, if you must know," the captive replied, "I was afraid you would extinguish the fire by flooding the room, if I told what the trouble was. Besides, I thought I could get away if you opened the door."
"Did you set the fire?"
"I was lighting a cigarette, and--"
"That"s enough," Frank said. "Any one who will smoke cigarettes deserves to be burned alive. Wish we had flooded the room after you got well scorched and left you in it."
"You may wish so before you have done with me," threatened the other.
"I"ll get you yet--both of you."
"Well, get back into the den," Frank commanded. "We have had about all the lip we can stand from you. You tried to murder Lieutenant Scott at Mare Island Navy Yard, you attempted our lives when you came to this boat, and now you set us on fire and attempt to run away. You"ve got a long account to settle, young man."
"You can bluff now," Moore retorted, "but that is all you can do. My father is on the lookout for you and that wise guy you call Ned Nestor. When you go back, without the gold, he"ll get you good and plenty. You know it! Now lock me up and go away, for I"m sick of the sight of your impudent faces."
Jimmie forced the prisoner into his room and closed the door.
"You"ll have to make a supper off that smoke!" he called out through the keyhole. "You"re too fly a guy to take food to."
"I"ll charge it up to you!" came back from the den.
"Nervy chap!" Frank said, as the two boys hastened back to the conning tower to see what had become of Ned and Jack.
"Cheekiest fellow I ever saw!" Jimmie added. "He really thinks he"s goin" to give us the slip. He really believes we daren"t do a thing to him. I"ll show him!"
When the boys came in sight of the beach again they saw Captain Moore threatening Ned with a revolver. Then they saw the Captain tumble over on the sand, with the German standing over him.
"Gee!" Jimmie shouted. "Prize fight!"
"Looks like it."
There was silence in the conning tower for a second, then both boys shouted out their joy as they saw Ned and Jack getting the upper hand of Moore and the natives.
"Now they"ll soon be on board," Frank observed, "and we"ll find out what they"ve been up to."
"Bet they didn"t find out any more than I did," Jimmie cried. "I"ll bet they had a sc.r.a.p too, and that"s the only thing I wanted that I didn"t get."
"Wonder who that Dutch-looking fellow is?" Frank mused. "I believe Ned is putting him into the boat!"
"I"ll go a dollar to a doughnut that it"s a Boy Scout!" laughed Jimmie. "Don"t look the part, though, does he?"
"Why do you think it is a Boy Scout?"
"Because we"ve always found one. If we should go to the North Pole, we"d find one there--always busy an" ready to do a fellow a good turn, too. You know it!"
"And that big fellow, with the paunch and the important look seems familiar to me," mused Frank. "Don"t you recognize him?"
"Sure," was the reply. "That is Captain Moore. Don"t you remember the bluff he put up in the Black Bear clubroom before we left little old New York?"
"I believe you are right."
"Well, we"ll soon know all about it," said the boy. "Ned is bringin"
the Captain an" the Dutch guy off to us. Funny you"ll see so many rare specimens when you hain"t got no gun!"
Hans grinned delightedly when he set foot on the conning tower of the submarine and glanced inquisitively into the interior. His round, baby blue eyes protruded in wonder as they fell on the comfortably furnished apartment below.
"Jump down, Dutch!" Jimmie laughed. "There is where they make men out of Dutchmen. Don"t be afraid."
"Iss dot so?" grunted Hans. "Vell, if mens iss madt dere, vy dondt you go pelow?"
"Good for you, Dutch!" cried Frank. "Hit him again. He"s too fresh, anyway."