"That"s part of what I want, but not all," the Major said briskly. "I am not an aviator myself, and my man has failed me at the last moment; had a trifling smash which resulted in a dislocated thigh. Out of service for the season. I need an aviator and a good one. He says there"s only one other not attached to military units that he could recommend--a Canadian.
But the plague of it is, the man can"t be located."
"Might I ask the nature of your proposed trip?" asked Bruce--then bit his lip a second too late.
"You might not" The Major snapped out the words. Then in a kindlier tone, "My secret is not entirely my own. I can say, however, that it is not an exceedingly long trip, nor a dangerous one, as aviation goes, but it is an important one, and besides, if it comes out well, and I believe it will, I might wish to go on a more hazardous journey. In that case, of course, you can see I should wish a veteran pilot at the wheel and one who will take a chance."
He turned to Bruce. "You are a Canadian, are you not?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then perhaps you can tell me of the whereabouts of this young Canadian aviator. His name is--" the Major stopped to think. "His name is--ah! I have it! It"s Manning--Bruce Manning."
Bruce"s jaw dropped in astonishment. He was too surprised to speak. It was Barney who, almost shouting in his excitement, said:
"He"s Bruce Manning, Major."
"What?" The Major stood back and looked at Bruce. "You? Oh come; you are hardly more than a boy!"
"Yes," said Barney, "he"s hardly more than a boy, but some of the best flyers the Allies had were hardly more than boys. They were boys when they went into it over there, but the boys who went up after the Germans two or three times came down men, Major. Don"t forget that."
"You"re right--and I beg your pardon," said the Major, bowing to them. "I spoke thoughtlessly. So then I have the good fortune to be speaking to the very man I seek?" he went on, turning to Bruce. "Now I suppose the remaining questions are: Will you be at liberty to take up aviation again and--do you want to?"
"That," said Bruce, struggling to keep his voice steady, "will depend upon at least one thing: If you will answer one question now, we will promise you a definite answer to-morrow morning at seven o"clock."
"The question?"
"My friend here, Barney Menter, is quite as skilled an aviator as I am. If I go, he goes. What there is in it in pay or peril we will share equally."
Barney stepped forward to protest, but Bruce held him back and continued: "Your machine is equipped for two men besides yourself. Will you take us both?"
"Most certainly," said the Major heartily. "In case you decide to accompany me, I shall wire the mechanic not to come and you two may divide the work between you as you may see fit.
"I might say," he added, "that the pay will be double that which you are now receiving, and the journey will consume the remainder of the season.
Should we decide on something more hazardous, the pay will be in proportion, and there is, besides, a substantial, I might even say a rich reward offered, for the successful completion of this latter task.
However, enough of that for the present. You can give me your decision in the morning, and I hope you accept." He bowed and strode away.
"Now, why didn"t you say "Yes" on the spot?" demanded Barney, impatiently. "We are required to give only a week"s notice to the company and the nights and mornings of that week we can use getting the machine together and taking a trial flight."
"I always sleep over a thing," answered Bruce. "It"s a habit I inherited from my father." Long after, in quite different circ.u.mstances, Barney was to remember this remark, and bless Bruce"s inheritance.
Mail had been delivered during their absence. Barney found a letter on his desk. He puzzled over the postmark, which was from some Pacific port.
He tore the envelope open, glanced at the letter, then read it with sudden eagerness.
"Bruce," he exclaimed, "listen to this. It"s from an old pal of mine, David Tower; entered the navy same time I did the army." And he read aloud:
"Dear Barney:
"I"m off for somewhere far North; guess not the Pole, but pretty well up that way. Second officer on a U. S. Sub. She"s loaned to a queer old chap they call Doctor. No particulars yet. Hope this finds you "up in the air," as per usual.
"DAVE."
"That _is_ a coincidence," said Bruce. "Perhaps we"ll meet him up there somewhere among the icebergs."
"I"ll suggest it!" exclaimed Barney, reaching for his pen.
"Dear Dave," he wrote. "Am thinking of a little trip North myself. Our ship"s a 500 HP Handley-Page. Bring your guitar and oboe along. My partner and I are bringing saxophone and mandolin. We"ll have a little jazz. Till we meet, as ever,
"BARNEY."
If the boy had known under what strange conditions this particular jazz performance would be given, he might have felt queer sensations creeping up his spinal column.
"I say!" exclaimed Bruce suddenly, "who"s this Major chap, anyway? I"ve a notion he"s something rather big, maybe the biggest--"
"You don"t mean?--"
"I"m not saying anything," protested Bruce, "but this other man I"m thinking of left a toe or two in the Arctic, and his face has freeze scars on it. His name"s--well, you know it as well as I do."
"Shucks! It couldn"t be," exclaimed Barney. "He wouldn"t be up here alone this way."
"No, I guess not," sighed Bruce. "But it would be great sport if it were he, after all."
Ten days later, a girl in her late teens stood shading her eyes watching a tiny object against the sky. It might have been a hawk, but it was not; it was an airplane--the Handley-Page, with the two young pilots and the Major on board. The girl was La Vaune. She stood there watching till the plane had dwindled to a dot, and the dot had disappeared. Holding her ap.r.o.n to her eyes to hide her tears, she walked blindly into the house.
The adventurers were well on their way.
CHAPTER II
THE STRANGE LANDING
"I don"t like the way the Rolls-Royce is acting," Bruce grumbled through his telephone to Barney, for, though they were not four feet apart, not a word could they hear, so great was the din of their two powerful engines.
"Same here," answered Barney. "Old Major ought to have given us more time to try "em out. Brand new."
"Barren Lands far away. Forced to land in tree-tops. Good-night!"
After that there came only the monotonous roar of the engines. The Major"s orders had been "Due north by west," and now, though they had put fully two hundred miles between themselves and the last sign of civilization, they were still holding to their course. They also had been directed to fly as low as was safe. Three times the Major had barked an order into the receiver; always to circle some spot, while he swept the earth with a binocular as powerful as could be used in an airplane. Three times he had given a second order to resume their course.
"He seems to be looking for something," Barney said to himself, and at once he began wondering what it could be. Mines of fabulous wealth were said to be hidden away in the hills and forests over which they were pa.s.sing--rich outcroppings of gold, silver and copper. Perhaps the Major was trying to locate them from the air. Here and there they pa.s.sed over broad stretches of prairie, the gra.s.s of which would feed numberless herds of cattle. Perhaps, too, the Major was examining these with an eye to future gain. Then, again Barney thought of the illegal wireless station and he idly speculated on how it could be so important now that the war was over. There was little to do but think as they scudded away, now racing a cloud, then plunging through the ma.s.ses of vapor, to reappear suddenly in the sunshine beyond. Barney had always keenly enjoyed watching the land slip by beneath him as he flew, but on this journey there was the added joy of sailing over lands unknown. His reflections were suddenly cut short by a strange jarring rattle from the Rolls-Royce. Instantly the thunder was cut in half, as also was their power. Bruce had stopped the big motor. If now something went wrong with the Liberty, they must make a forced landing. This, with the level stretches of prairie giving place to rough, rolling swells covered with scrub timber, was not a pleasant thing to think of and even less pleasant to attempt.
The sun, sending a last yellow glow across the land, sank from sight, and soon the moon, with silvery light and black bands of shadow, was playing strange tricks with the stolid world beneath them.
All day, when duties permitted, Bruce had kept an eye open for a cabin hidden among the pines. Now he shouted through the telephone to Barney;
"What"ll I do if I catch a square of light below?"