Jack, of course, had long since figured just what he meant to do when the moment arrived to leave their hiding place and take to their wings again, so after their little anchor had been drawn out of the mud, carefully washed, and then stowed away where it would take little room and not be in the way, each of the occupants of the double c.o.c.kpit set about carrying out their customary duties when a launching was in order.
"All set, Mister Pilot!" remarked Perk, finally, "give her the gun, boy!"
With only a fraction of the rush and roar usually connected with a start, the amphibian, with cut-out choked down, commenced to glide through the water of the partly enclosed bay, heading straight for the jaws of land beyond which lay the open and mighty gulf.
CHAPTER III
LIKE A NIGHT OWL ON THE WING
The rush and gurgle of the water parted by the pontoons beneath the fuselage of the plane was sounding most delightful to the ears of Perk as he sat there watching the jaws of land draw rapidly nearer.
Resting up was always a painful thing to Perk whose nerves called for action and had done so ever since he served in the flying corps across the Atlantic when men"s souls thrilled with frequent contacts in the line of equally daring Hun war pilots.
Now they had shot past the twin points and were out upon the open gulf, their speed increasing every second as Jack pulled the stick closer against his chest. Then the experienced pilot lifted her in a zoom that was simply magnificent, and they were off on their adventure at last.
Rising fast, the boat was soon at a good ceiling for flying. So too the night promised all manner of favorable things for men of their calling--up where they were the wind did not amount to much but it was blowing at quite a lively rate closer to the earth and doubtless the broad palmetto leaves must be making a considerable slashing as they struck one another, dead and withered ones sawing like some giant violin bow.
This, with the wash of the waves upon the pebbled beach, would make enough noise to effectually deaden the whirr of the propeller--the new and novel m.u.f.fler or silencer, fashioned very much on the order of such a contraption as successfully applied to small firearms, was doing wonderfully, and Perk every little while made motions as though shaking hands with himself because of this addition to their security, for under the usual conditions prevailing anything like secrecy in a noisy airship had been unknown to the sky detectives.
Perk had been under a strange hallucination when that other plane was soaring overhead--in fact he was once again back in the Argonne, with his boat hugging the earth, and an enemy swooping in circles overhead--he had even gone so far as to imagine the German war ace might be maneuvering so as to drop one of his bombs straight down on the stranded craft, with results that must spell a complete wipeout.
When they did not have their handy earphones in service Jack and his right bower had arranged a secret alphabet of signals, consisting of all manner of pokes and nudges, by means of which they were enabled to communicate along professional lines at least. If it seemed necessary to Perk to ask questions not down on the brief list thus worked out, all he had to do was to adjust Jack"s harness and then his own little outfit, enabling him to chatter away to his heart"s content--and often to the annoyance of his less talkative chum.
But first of all he proceeded to make good use of the binoculars upon which so much depended. From side to side he would swing the gla.s.ses and search for anything that looked like a suspicious light on land or water then turn to what lay dead ahead.
In this region of the Ten Thousand Islands--all fashioned from the queer spreading mangrove that drops its long seeds so that they stick upright in the mud, and, quickly developing roots, spring up to add to the dimension of the original "island" there were never at any time many settlers so that the coast has been reckoned as the "loneliest ever," on which account Perk realized that if he should happen to glimpse a light, whether on land or gulf, the chances were fifty to one it might have some connection with the operations of the smuggler league.
Perk remembered how that Curtiss-Robin ship had finally disappeared in the haze lying to the north and from this he sucked more or less consolation, since it seemed evident the location of their job must lie in that quarter toward which they were now bound like a great owl swooping on noiseless pinions to seize its prey.
A delicious thrill ran through his frame from time to time. If any one could "get a kick" from such a situation it was Perk, who was already visioning some sort of a battle royal when they struck the smuggling gang in the midst of their lawless work. The gang did their best to create a reign of terror.
Once far out toward the west, where rolled the tides of the broad gulf that stretched for a distance of five hundred miles across to the Coast of Mexico, he certainly did glimpse a light, low down on the horizon where just the faintest gleam of the late departed day still lingered.
Ha! the mother ship no doubt, riding at anchor some miles out where the gulf was shallow and holding ground good--a heavily laden sailing craft, coming possibly from the Bahamas, and pa.s.sing into the gulf between the Florida keys. Its captain knowing that the cargo they carried could be much more easily landed there than around Miami, where the Coast Guard was more vigilant.
Long and earnestly did Perk stare, picturing the sh.o.r.e motorboats speeding out through the gloom toward that signal light to take aboard their several loads and make for certain secluded harbors where trucks would be waiting to transfer the illicit stuff to its destined markets where prices ranged high with the holidays approaching and rich, thirsty tourists to be supplied.
"Bang! it"s gone blooie!" Perk suddenly told himself as he no longer found himself able to distinguish that suspicious gleam which had gradually grown dim and then utterly vanished from view. "Now, what in thunder does that mean I want to know--why should they douse the glim in such a hurry--wonder if they could have caught any sound from us to give "em a scare? I"m in a tail-spin, seems like. Oh I shucks! mebee it was on"y a measly star after all, that"s set back o" the horizon. Who got fooled that time, I want to know, Gabe Perkiser, you smarty?"
He took it humorously, happening to be one of those sensible lads capable of laughing, even when the joke was on himself.
Shortly afterwards Perk picked up what seemed to be a low-lying light, this time off toward the east, where he knew the land lay.
"Huh! I kinder guess that ain"t a silly star," was the way he expressed his feelings as he continued to watch the glimmering object that rose and then grew dim, only to once more flash brightly. "Might be some squatter sittin" alongside his campfire--mebbe a fishing camp, on"y I got an idea the light comes from a big lantern and not a blazing fire.
Strikes me it oughter bear watchin" just the same."
A minute afterwards and he could no longer see the object of his concern.
"By jinks! what sort o" hocus-pocus might _that_ be, I want to know--did somebody blow that light out just when I was hopin" big things might come from it, or was it only a bunch o" cabbage palms that come in between me an" the glow?"
It did not reappear, although Perk kept turning his gla.s.ses in that particular quarter time after time, as fresh hopes awakened.
The amphibian was running as smooth as silk, Perk told himself more than once--why not, when they had most carefully checked it over with scrupulous exactness, so as to be able to p.r.o.nounce it in perfect condition. That new m.u.f.fler did the work like magic and Perk really began to feel as though the efficiency of their aerial mount had been increased a hundred per cent by the installation of such an up-to-date contrivance, even if it did cut their speed down more or less--when they had good need of swift wings it could be done away with, since racket was powerless to hurt them then.
A few clouds had started up and were drifting overhead by this time.
Perk gave them several hasty looks, possibly wondering whether there could be any chance of a sudden blow arising since indeed they came from the southwest, where many of the rains and high winds had their brewing place, far out on the mighty gulf to be followed in turn by a "norther,"
cold and violent.
"That might be rotten luck for us," he grumbled, sensing trouble in putting Jack"s scheme into operation, "but I guess there ain"t anything to it--right cool even downstairs, I noticed an" they tell me it always heats up afore one o" these fall rains come along."
He put that matter out of his mind as hardly worthy of attention then a minute later he made another discovery. Again his attention was turned toward the west, for a light had appeared low down, a light that actually moved, this fact convincing the vigilant observer it could by no possibility be another setting star in the bright firmament above.
"That"s the genuine stuff, or I"ll eat my hat!" was his characteristic way of confirming this fresh discovery, and there was certainly a trace of triumph noticeable in his voice, as though this would wipe out his former blunder.
CHAPTER IV
THE DANCE OF THE FIREFLIES
Perk, now fully convinced that he had "struck oil," as he mentally termed it, laid the binoculars down on the front seat beside his pal and gave him certain nudges in his side, thereby telling him he, Perk, would take over the controls while the head pilot used the gla.s.ses.
When this had been accomplished Perk managed to point toward the west, so as to draw the attention of his mate thither without any waste of precious time.
Of course Jack immediately located the light and was watching it closely. He could easily make it out to be a lantern that must be on the deck of a vessel, since he discovered a mast and rigging near by, also the moving figures of several men.
The lantern did not remain stationary more than a few seconds at a time, but kept up a swinging movement that was eccentric to say the least, now pa.s.sing back and forth like the weighty pendulum in an old-fashioned "grandfather" clock; then with an up-and-down action and, as a windup performing a circular movement, repeated twice.
Of course Jack understood that those on board the smuggler must be trying to signal to those of their group who were on sh.o.r.e, the land workers of the hard-working bunch, which conclusion caused him to turn his attention in that quarter.
At first he was not rewarded by any discovery but not in the least discouraged he continued to wave his gla.s.ses back and forth, feeling certain those continuous signals from out on the gulf must be noticed and returned.
He chanced to be again watching the moving gleam when he felt Perk trying to gain his attention and when this had been accomplished pointing eagerly off to the east.
Yes, there it was as plain as anything--in fact there seemed to be two separate lights looking like twin stars and even as Jack watched he saw them carry on in a most remarkable fashion. Now one would be in violent motion, perhaps doing some intricate figure that had a meaning; then the other would join in, with the pair swinging back and forth, crossing each other"s path, and going through the most wonderful evolutions.
To Jack"s mind they looked like a pair of gigantic fireflies gone loco with excitement and carrying on in the most astonishing manner. Indeed, he could easily picture it as a wild dance of make-believe insects on a greatly magnified scale.
Of course Jack never had the slightest doubt as to what all this mystifying activity must be--the two extremes of the smuggling fraternity were exchanging signals--each and every movement had a meaning of its own and conveyed such information as was most valuable to the business in hand--in Jack"s mind it was as though the conversation might be running something after this fashion:
"Well, here we are on hand according to promise, with a full cargo of the finest wet stuff you ever had drop down on your coast. How does the land lie over there?"
"Coast all clear--we will start the fleet out to lighten your cargo right away--keep the beacon burning so they"ll make a straight line to your anchorage, which will mean a saving of time."