"Why don"t you get out, then?" demanded Jimmie, with a grin. "We"ll stay here an" run things while you are gone."
The boys were soon on board and the _Manhattan_ was worked out into the channel. But before she was far away from the sh.o.r.e a volley of shots came from the jungle, doing no damage except to the beauty of the craft.
"Now run!" advised Jack. "The steamer over on the other side can chase the legs off us if given half a chance."
Frank took charge of the engine, and Jack stood by to see that he did the right thing, and the boat purred through the waters at a speed which she had never been called upon to make before. Presently the steamer showed up, pumping great columns of smoke into the sweet air, and the chase was on in earnest.
Ned directed Frank to seek the shelter of a group of islands not far away and sat down to talk with Jimmie, first explaining to the two who had just come aboard how the Filipino Boy Scout came to be there.
"We can"t miss "em!" Jimmie exclaimed, shaking the Filipino warmly by the hand. "We found Boy Scouts in Mexico, and in the Ca.n.a.l Zone, and now in the Philippines. They hop out on us wherever we go, like "skeeters!"
There was now a long and serious talk concerning the course to be pursued. Jimmie and Jack told of meeting the man who had been followed to Yokohama, and also of the senator"s son and the box he carried. The Filipino told what he knew of the plans of those on board the steamer, now gradually drawing away from them.
"Are you sure that the men in charge of the steamer are American military men?" asked Ned.
"Sure!" was the reply. "I came from Manila with them."
"And they are in the service of the government?"
"Sure!"
"Then what are they doing on that island, in company with the insurgent chiefs?" demanded Frank, but the Filipino only shook his head.
He insisted that Lieutenant Carstens, who was in command of the vessel from which the steam launch had come, was a fine officer, and high in the esteem of the Manila authorities.
"Then what is he monkeyin" with the rebel chiefs for?" demanded Jimmie.
"It looks to me like Uncle Sam was goin" to get the double cross."
"Why don"t you go back to the steamer," asked Pat of Ned, "and go on board?"
"That would be fine!" cried Jack.
"What could they do to him?" demanded Frank.
"That boat is here to make trouble for me," Ned said, in a moment. "I can"t understand what is going on, but I know that it would not be safe for me to go on board."
"For why?" asked Jack.
"I should be accused of murder," was the grave reply.
"For shootin" the dagoes who were shootin" at you?" demanded Jimmie.
"That will be the charge," Ned replied.
"Then we"ll become pirates!" Jack cried. "We"ll sail the raving deep and get a new plank for prisoners to walk as soon as the old one wears out.
We"ll be bold, bad men on the Spanish main!"
"Cut it out!" Frank said. "This is no joke. They"ve got the goods on us for that shooting, and we"ve got to keep out of the way until Ned discovers the inner workings of this red tape machine."
The truth of this statement was so apparent that there was little more argument on the subject. It seemed that, in trying to defend the government against a gang of conspirators and traitors, Ned had indeed come to a point of open rupture with some of the men in authority.
For some unknown reason they were chasing him down. Twice he had come to the spot where the treasonable doc.u.ment was to be executed, and twice he had been driven away without accomplishing the object he sought to accomplish.
About the middle of the afternoon the government steamer disappeared entirely, leaving the _Manhattan_ alone in the network of tiny islands which came down pretty close to the northern sh.o.r.e of the island of Luzon. Ned watched the last trace of her smoke disappear with much the same feeling that one experiences when an enemy he has been fighting pa.s.ses from view but does not leave the vicinity.
"She"s getting ready to spring out on us," he said to Frank. "She is either waiting for night, or she has gone back to dig up a gunboat.
Those on board of her have good ground for arresting us, and before we could prove the true state of affairs at the time of the shooting the treaty would be signed and war would be on."
"If we only had that treaty box!" Jimmie exclaimed.
"And the senator"s son with it!" Jack put in.
The steamer gave them no more trouble that day, and when night fell the _Manhattan_ nosed into a creek which rippled into the channel and the boys prepared to pa.s.s the night there. It was a still night and there was no moon, but would be later on. The air, heavy with tropical scents, scarcely stirred, the light breeze having gone down at sunset.
The island which the boys had selected as a resting place for the night was well up to the north of Luzon and faced the China Sea. There seemed to be no land between its western coast and the sh.o.r.eline of China. Far out in the sea the lights of a liner gleamed for an instant as the boys carried provisions ash.o.r.e, then the great expanse of water showed only the light of the stars.
"We may have to lug this stuff back to the boat with a rush," laughed Jimmie, as he carried a basket of tinned provisions from the rowboat to the little glade where they were to prepare supper. "I don"t believe the government steamer went very far away. If she did, she"ll come back with a gunboat."
"Imagine a gunboat out here after the _Manhattan_!" scoffed Jack. "All the steamer people wanted was to drive us away. Don"t you think they could have caught us if they had set out to? You bet they could! But they didn"t want to show up before us. There are people on board of her who do not want to be seen in the society they have been in during the past few days."
Ned looked the speaker over thoughtfully for a moment.
"I think," he said, "that you"ve about hit the nail on the head. They wanted to drive us away, and they didn"t want their own boat in the way to-night."
"What do you mean by that?" asked Frank.
"I"m not very clear in my mind as to what I did mean," laughed Ned.
"However, it is plain that the steamer did not relish staying about here."
Ned watched the supper preparations for a short time and then walked away toward the interior. The island was a very small one, and consisted chiefly of a round rim of white sand--which was rock pounded up by the beating of the waves--and a rocky, cone-like elevation which lifted above the waters of the China Sea like a signal tower.
In some distant epoch the bit of rock had been cast up from the bottom of the ocean, and the rains and suns of countless years had formed from the volcanic material the thin soil which here and there supported tropical growths.
Sailors called the island "Elephant"s Head," because the central elevation was said to resemble in some remote degree the head of an elephant, and because two great ridges of rock jutted out into the water, pointing toward the coast of China. These ridges formed an excellent harbor, and were known as "The Tusks."
The _Manhattan_ was not anch.o.r.ed in this secure harbor, but in a bay which was formed by a break in the rock just around the south corner of the island. There were springs high up on the mountain, and these formed the river which had in turn worn away the rock and shaped the bay.
Ned reached the place where the climb began in five minutes after leaving the campfire. There was no jungle to speak of and he walked rapidly. He pa.s.sed on up the steep side of the mountain for some distance and then paused on a little shelf of rock which faced the west and took out his gla.s.s.
Before him lay the quiet waters of the great China Sea, while back of him loomed the rugged bulk of the mountain, the summit indistinct in the darkness of the moonless night. The growths of the tropics came up to where he stood and then died out from lack of soil. Elephant"s Head stood out boldly, its rugged lines unsoftened by the growths which flourish almost everywhere in the Philippines.
Below, Ned could see the red of the campfire, sheltered from the sea side by a screen of bushes. Away to the west he could see, at first, nothing, and then a light came dancing over the waves. At first he thought he must be mistaken, but the light remained stationery except that it seemed to rock with the slow movement of the waves.
While the boy was wondering over the matter Pat came scrambling up the side of the mountain. He threw himself on the shelf of rock by Ned"s side and pointed out to the west.
"You see that light?" he asked.
"Yes; I was just wondering about it," was the reply.