The man was a pretty tough looking customer, thanks to the treatment he had met with in the merry time the rival parties had had aboard the sloop, but at least he knew when he was well off and something in Jack"s manner as well as his voice told him these strangers would go easy him if only he gave them as little trouble as possible.
So once again the pair set out to finish their exploration of the object of their latest "strafing" feat when a battle had been brought to an abrupt close with all hands in full flight simply by a dextrous movement of Perk"s arm and the tossing of a couple of innocent looking tear-bombs into the midst of the warring factions.
This time it was Jack who made the discovery. Perk saw him step over, while they were still on deck, and lift a ragged tarpaulin that seemed to cover some bulky object toward the stern of the sloop. After that one look Jack gave the well-worn covering a hitch and a toss that sent it flying revealing something that caused Perk"s eyes to stick out with astonishment, not mentioning a sudden spasm of delight.
"Wow! what"s this I"m seein" partner?" he yelped joyously. "A reg"lar engine or I"m a crocodile from the Nile! Why, this must be what they call an auxiliary craft, fitted to use canvas or hoss power, whichever fills the bill best. You c"n ditch me if this ain"t what I"ll call luck.
An" heaps of it."
"I had a sneaking suspicion we"d run across something like this,"
confessed Jack, who nevertheless seemed just as well pleased as his comrade over the find. "It"s taking too big a chance to ship a cargo as rich as this one in a tub like this with only rotten sails to speed the craft if she happened to run afoul of a revenue cutter or one of those new sub-chasers the Coast Guard"s been fitted out with. And now the problem"s been solved, just as we hoped it would be."
"Meanin" we c"n get somewhere without tryin" to tow the rum-boat behind our crate, and making a long and tiresome job o" it, eh what, partner?"
Perk suggested, with considerable animation.
"Take a look at this engine, Perk, and tell me if you reckon you could run the thing if it became necessary."
Accordingly the other investigated and it was not long before he ventured to give his decision.
"Seems okay to me, Boss. Course I can"t jest say for sure till I tries it out, but the chances are three to one she"ll work for me."
"We"ll soon have a chance to put that to the test, for it"s our only way to hang on to our spoils and have something to turn in for the night"s work."
"I"m laughin" to see how things keep happenin" jest to suit our crowd, old hoss," Perk went on to remark, still chuckling at a great rate. "Do we tow the ship behind the sloop, partner?"
"Not that you could notice," he was informed. "I aim to have you stick to the rummy, while I get up a thousand feet or so and kind of play the part of an aerial scout, just like you"ve told me you used to do when you were running one of those war sausages, known as blimps in these up-to-date times. No objections, have you, Perk?"
"What, me? I should guess not," the other exploded. "Why, it"ll be jest a rummy time with this kid, runnin" off with the old sloop and a prisoner on board to boot. I"m tickled pink to know we"re right in action at last, after waitin" so long, an" ding-dongin" around till we both got stale. But how "bout draggin" that ere mudhook up off the ground--think we c"n tackle the job between us, Jack?"
"Oh! That can be put through without much trouble, I reckon," Perk was a.s.sured by the confident one. "I think if you investigate you"ll find they"ve got some sort of winch, a bit like the old-fashioned windla.s.s we used to wind up whenever we pulled the old oaken bucket up from the country well. Let"s take a peek and make sure."
It took them but a minute to have Jack"s guess verified, for there was a winch, with the rope of the anchor attached; all that would be necessary was to start winding and by main strength the anchor must be hauled out of the mud and lifted to the vessel"s bow, there to hang until needed again.
"No use of our stickin" "round these diggin"s any longer, partner," Perk suggested. "The canvas is all clewed up or reefed, whatever they call it, so we won"t have it flappin" around after the ship gets under way.
Say the word, Boss, an" leave the rest to me."
"But nothing has been said as to what port we"re meaning to strike out for," observed Jack, "and that"s a matter of considerable importance.
First of all it would be apt to queer our business some if we sailed openly into Tampa, St. Petersburg, or even Key West; for some of those smart newspaper reporters would be bound to get on to the facts and like as not we"d have our pictures printed in all the papers. A fat chance we"d stand to do any more work ripping this contraband conspiracy up the back, after _they_ got through telling things."
"Well, I guess now that would queer our game, wouldn"t it, partner?"
bleated the annoyed Perk, then brightening up as he eyed his chum in a suggestive fashion as though antic.i.p.ating further interesting remarks along that particular line, he went on to add: "S"pose I"m let into the plan I know you"ve got all fixed up for us to foller."
"All things considered," began Jack, thus urged, "I reckon it would be the best scheme if we managed to get the rum-runner anch.o.r.ed back in that big bunch of mangrove islands on the outer edge of which we lay low with our crate so nicely camouflaged. For that matter we could cover the deck the same way, since it"ll be from the air most likely the danger is bound to come--through Oscar Gleeb, the German ex-war pilot."
"Sounds good to me, buddy!" snapped Perk, grinning.
"I"ll swing around overhead, and have my eye peeled for any sign of trouble," continued Jack, "and also keep tabs on you while on the trip south. Of course we don"t know just what speed you can coax out of that rusty old engine, but even at a minimum of six or eight miles per hour, we surely ought to get in hiding before sun-up."
"Easy enough, Boss, and mebbe long before," Perk agreed. "Didn"t you get the far away grumble of a marine engine working just when we climbed aboard this junk--I didn"t say anything at the time, but I guessed as how it might be that second tub turnin" tail an" puttin" for the sh.o.r.e."
"I made up my mind that was what it stood for," Jack told his companion.
"They listened to all that terrible racket and just made up their minds it was too hot out this way for them to make the riffle. Oh, well! two may be company, but three"s considered a crowd and we might have found we"d bitten off more than we could chew, so what does it matter?"
"We"ve gathered in the booze," Perk was saying proudly, "or most of it anyway, together with the rum-runner, and one o" the crew to turn State"s evidence, so what else could we wish for--I for one don"t feel greedy. Plenty more where this one came from, and the smuggling season is long. What we got to pay most attention to is liftin" the lid, so"s to find out just who the big guns are, backing this racket an" chances are we"re on the right road to doin" that this very minute."
"That"s correct, Perk, but let"s get a move on and be going."
CHAPTER IX
ENGINEER PERK ON DECK
Everything else being in readiness Jack and his muscular comrade started to work the deck winch in order to get the anchor "apeak," as Perk called it, being desirous of showing off with his limited knowledge of things nautical.
"She"s amovin" okay, old hoss!" gasped Perk who had been doing considerable straining, anxious to display his ability as a mudhook lifter. "A few more good pulls an" we"ll have the old gink where we want it."
The task being completed, the sloop began to move backward, very much like those fiddler crabs Perk had watched retreating before his attack on one of the sandy Florida beaches.
"Looks like I"d better go aboard our ship and get away from here before anything happens to disable a wing," Jack hastened to remark, sensing possible trouble which would be in the nature of a serious calamity just then.
"Go to it then, matey," Perk told him, light-heartedly enough, "I"m ready to do my stuff as a half-cooked engineer. Don"t worry a bit about my gettin" there with both feet if the bally motor only holds together.
Don"t like its looks any too much, but then Lady Luck seems to be givin"
us a heap o" favors, so we"re goin" to finish after the Garrison style--heavy on the home stretch."
Before Perk reached the last word his chum had gained his seat in the cubbyhole of the amphibian, and almost immediately called out:
"Cut that rope and let me get away, partner--hurry up before I get another and harder b.u.mp!"
Ten seconds afterward the airship was entirely free from contact with the drifting sloop. Then came the roar of the motor showing that Jack had given her the gun. Instantly there was a forward movement of the amphibian, which increased rapidly until it was rushing along with great speed presently lifting its nose toward the heavens and leaving the rolling surface of the gulf, soared aloft in repeated circles.
Perk, after seeing that his pal was well on his way, turned his attention to his own job. He had no particular trouble in coaxing the engine to start, although it did considerable "grunting" as though its joints might be rusty and in need of lubricating oil, thus telling that the late skipper had allowed his engineer to neglect his duties in a climate where the salt in the air always rusted the inside of gun barrels, machinery of all descriptions, and in many ways played havoc with exposed metal parts.
However, after the engine got well warmed up it began to work more smoothly so that Perk lost some of his first anxiety.
"Goin" to get along okay I guess," he a.s.sured himself and then, keeping the prow of his vessel headed due south, he found time to try and discover where Jack and his soaring crate might be.
The engine was a gas motor and well supplied with an abundance of fuel, since the winds on their recent voyage around the Florida Keys must have been favorable as a whole and with the motive power idle there had been no drain on the gas.
Perk was feeling prime at that particular moment in his checkered career. It afforded him much pride to thus be in sole charge of a captured rum-runner with a cargo of contraband aboard. Then, too, all doubts concerning his ability to serve as an engineer were already dissipated for the sloop was making fair time and carried a bone in her teeth, as the white lines of foam running out on either side attested.
Perk was softly singing to himself some marine ditty he had picked up in the course of his adventurous life afloat and ash.o.r.e and which had for a t.i.tle "Rolling Down to Old Mohea"--it thrilled him to the core to feel that he was luckily able to afford Jack just the a.s.sistance the other required so as to perfect his plan of campaign.
Now he believed he could glimpse the amphibian overhead--yes, the moon, poking her nose out from behind a bank of clouds, allowed him to make certain--Jack had swung back and was circling, so as to keep the sloop within range of his vision.
"Just like a guardeen angel," mused the enraptured Perk, standing at his post and sending frequent curious as well as proud glances aloft, "as he told me he meant to be. Say, ain"t this simply great stuff we"ve struck?--never felt so joyous in all my life as when I smashed them two tear-bombs down on the deck here an" busted up that fightin" mob. Zowie!
how quick they got a move on, every single man but the one lone d.i.c.key we found knocked out down below-stairs. Ev"rything movin" along like silk--who cares whether school keeps or not, with us boys on the top wave o" success."