The Black Peril

Chapter 7

"I"m telling everybody," replied Biggles shortly, "but as you are all in this as well as me you have some say in the matter. Well, which is it to be?"

" Scouting on foot," replied Ginger quickly.

"I agree," said Algy.

"What suits you suits me, sir," declared Smyth.

"All right; scouting on foot it is. In that case I propose to split up the party. You will be on one side, Algy, and I shall be on the other. Then, if a scouting party is caught, that still leaves a pilot with the machine to fly back to the Air Ministry and report what has happened. I suggest therefore that you, Algy, and Smyth, stay here with the machine, while Ginger and I take a walk. Stand by for a quick take-off in case we come back in a hurry."



"As you like," agreed Algy.

The machine was pulled into a narrow glade amongst the drooping fir-trees of the forest, with her nose pointing towards the open ground. They then sat down and ate the emergency rations they had brought with them from England.

"We shall have to leave here tomorrow at the latest," observed Biggles thoughtfully, as he munched a biscuit. "We can"t live on air, and it would be too risky to try and get food about here. We should be spotted for foreigners instantly."

The meal, such as it was, was soon finished, and Biggles rose, throwing his cap and goggles into the c.o.c.kpit. "One last thing," he told Algy seriously; "if we are not back here by this time tomorrow, you"ll know that something serious has happened; in that case make for home as fast as you can and tell Taglen, at the Air Ministry, what has happened."

Algy nodded.

"Right, then. Cheerio ! Come on, Ginger," said Biggles, and set off through the forest in the direction of the lake.

For a long time they walked in silence, seeing nothing of interest, and then suddenly they perceived the steely-blue gleam of water through the tree-trunks.

"Steady now," he whispered, but the warning was unnecessary; Ginger was gliding from tree to tree, with the stealth of an Indian, a few yards ahead of him. He saw him stop, staring, and then beckon him on with a curious gesture.

He was not altogether surprised at the sight that met his eyes, for he was half prepared for something of the sort, yet he caught his breath sharply. At the far side of the lake, or, rather, on the opposite side of a wide arm of it, which at this point drove deep into the forest, was a long row of enormous, squat hangars, built at the water"s edge. In front of them, riding at anchor, were ten or a dozen of the great flying-boats, with several smaller marine aircraft dotted about them. They could not actually count the number of machines, for they were more or less in line across the lake, and they were looking straight down the line; but it was not the machines that shook Biggles so much as the activity going on ash.o.r.e. Log-built houses and workshops were everywhere, with scores of men moving about them, and the dull clamour of a thousand tools reached their ears. As they watched, the air began to vibrate with the roar of engines under test, while the door of a hangar was dragged open, and another monster slid down a slipway to the water.

"I"m going to have a closer look at this," muttered Biggles, and his methodical mind made him add, "If by any chance we get parted, come back to this spot. You can mark the place by that pine-tree over there, the one with the broken bough."

"O.K., chief," breathed Ginger, still staring at the scene across the bay.

"We"d better strike inland a bit or we may be seen," went on Biggles, and began working his way slowly towards the flying-boats, keeping parallel with the sh.o.r.e, but a little distance from it. He noticed that an open s.p.a.ce had been cut through the trees just ahead, and presently saw the reason; a track had been cut for a light railway, which seemed to run down to the seaplane station in one direction and into the mainland in the other.

There was a siding at the point where they actually came upon it, with a row of trucks on the rails, but all was quiet; a little careful scouting showed that the track was deserted.

" Come on, let"s cross over," he said quietly.

* The trucks lay immediately in their path, and rather than go round them, which would have meant exposing themselves on the open track rather longer than they cared to, they started squeezing between them. They, were actually in the act of doing this when the dull thud of horses" hooves sounded close at hand from the forest on the opposite side of the track, and a man"s voice called loudly. Biggles acted on the instinct of self-preservation. There was no time to go forward or back, for the man seemed to be right upon them, so he pulled himself over the side of the nearest truck and fell in a heap inside. What happened to Ginger he did not know, but from the sounds he heard he gathered that he had done the same thing in the next truck, an a.s.sumption which afterwards proved to be correct. Not until he was inside the truck did he realize that it was half full of rough sawn timber, pine logs, the transport of which was apparently the purpose of the line, but he wedged himself between them, going as far as pulling a couple of the logs over his body.

He heard the horse pulled up as its rider reached the track. A hail rang through the forest and he started as another voice answered from somewhere desperately close; it seemed to come from the front end of the stationary train, and he broke into a perspiration when he realized that someone must have been there all the time. The two men began talking, and although he could not understand the conversation it seemed to Biggles that the rider was reprimanding the other for failure to do something. They were still talking when an engine whistled in the distance, and he stiffened as a new possibility struck him. He hoped that the approaching train would pa.s.s them on the other set of rails, but whether it did or did not it was utterly impossible for him to abandon his hiding-place now without being seen. His heart sank as he heard the train slowing down, but he was quite unprepared for what followed. There was a frightful crash, and his head struck the back of the truck with a force that nearly dislocated his neck. The engine had evidently arrived to pick up the trucks, and at the terrifying prospect of being carried to an unknown and possibly distant destination, he nearly risked everything by jumping clear and making a dash for the forest. Had he been alone he would certainly have done so, but he could not leave Ginger, nor could he make his plan known to him without attracting the attention of the two men, who were still talking not a dozen yards away.

He was still feverishly turning the matter over in his mind when the truck in which he lay began to move, slowly, but with ever-increasing speed, yet all he could do was to lie still and hope for the best. They had travelled about half a mile, as near as he could judge, when it began to slow down again; he could stand the strain no longer.

" Ginger!" he said crisply. "Are you there, Ginger? "

A sudden anxiety a.s.sailed him as no answering call came from the next truck. " Ginger !

" he said again, more loudly.

Still there was no reply.

Swiftly he thrust aside the logs and risked a peep over the edge of the truck; but he was back on the floor again instantly, knowing only too well what had happened. There were no more trucks behind him; he was in the end one. The train must have been uncoupled at the very truck into which he had climbed; the engine had picked up one half of the train and left the rest behind. It had taken him with it and left Ginger back on the siding in the forest. What was even more unnerving was the fact that the train had pulled in what seemed to be the very middle of the seaplane station. He had only had time for a brief glimpse, yet all around him as far as he could see were wooden buildings, like a vast lumber camp.

He lay quite still and tried to work the thing out in his mind; he had been anxious to gain a closer view of the secret aerodrome, but this was certainly a good deal closer than he liked. Somehow or other he would have to get clear again as soon as possible and return to the tree with the broken branch, and he thanked his lucky star that he had had the foresight to make an arrangement against such an emergency. Ginger, he knew, would work his way back to it at the first opportunity.

For a long time he lay quite still, while he could hear people moving about, sometimes pa.s.sing within a yard of him as they walked along the track. Then came a voice that made his skin tingle; there was no mistaking it. It was the voice of Blackbeard, and to his amazement he spoke in English.

"Hullo, Darton! What are you doing back here?" he said.

"You might well ask," was the reply, accompanied by" the slamming of a door.

Biggles quivered again, for it was the voice of his late gaoler in the Northumberland house.

"Yes, it was that swine of an Englishman, Biggles-- more, or whatever his name is," went on the man, whose name was evidently Darton. "He caused a nice old mess-I suppose you"ve heard about it?"

"I heard that you let him get away, and the boss had to do some quick thinking-had to abandon two of our bases over the other side."

"Let him get away! I like that. Some kid set the whole works on fire. The boss has sent me back here for punishment. I wasn"t to know that the fellow had his pals with him."

"Pals, did you say?"

"Yes, a couple of them at least; one of "em"s only a kid. The little swine nearly broke my legs with a cudgel. If I ever lay hands on him I"ll wring his blamed neck like a rabbit"s." From the tone of his voice there was little doubt that he meant what he said.

"Well, it was a bad business," went on Blackbeard; "a lot of good work undone. How did you get here?"

"Flew back in Number Fourteen the night before last. I wanted to stay in England to find this fellow Bigglesmore, but the boss wouldn"t let me; I"d have settled his hash once and for all."

"You"d have been wasting your time looking for him in England."

"How"s that?"

"He"s over here."

"Who told you that?"

"n.o.body. I saw him myself; yesterday.

"Were you seeing straight?"

"I was," replied Blackbeard curtly, "and kindly refrain from being unpleasant or I shall tell you nothing more."

"Sorry! Go on; what did you do? Sock him-?" "No, but I-"

The crash of buffers, as the train began to move again, cut off the rest of the conversation, much to Biggles" disgust, but by the merest fluke he had gathered some very useful information. It was as well to know that there were at least two men in the camp who could recognize him-Blackbeard, and Darton, his late captor.

The train pulled up again with a jerk that shook every tooth in Biggles" head. There was a hiss of escaping steam, voices calling to each other, and then silence. The late afternoon wore on and it began to grow dark. He was just beginning to hope that the train had been abandoned for the rest of the day and was thinking of risking a peep, when the sound of returning voices reached his ears. Someone began to give orders, the words being punctuated every now and then by the crash of timber. Then, without the slightest warning, the truck in which he was lying was tilted over, and he was flung headlong out.

Before he could make the slightest effort to save himself, he was sliding, slipping and rolling down an apparently bottomless pit. Instinctively he flung up his arms to protect his face, but a smashing blow struck him on the head, and he knew no more.

CHAPTER IX.

GINGER STRIKES.

WHEN he recovered consciousness it was quite dark, and it took him some minutes to remember what had happened and where he was. The fall had been so sudden that there had been no time to see anything, and the crack he received on the head from one of the logs-for he had no doubt as to what had put him out of action-had settled any immediate anxiety on the point. He sat up, feeling rather giddy, and felt his head tenderly, but he was relieved to find that the injury was not so severe as he had expected, although a nasty lump under a sticky cake of hair told him that the skin of his scalp had been broken.

He looked around in the dim starlight, and saw that he had been tipped out with the logs into a deep gully, which was straddled by a trestle bridge. Luckily he had almost rolled under the bridge, which may have accounted for his not having been seen by the men operating the trucks. For what purpose the logs were required, or what lay at the bottom of the gully, he could not see, nor did he waste time trying to find out. He had learned quite a lot; not so much as he had hoped, but sufficient to report to the authorities in England, who would no doubt put their specially trained sleuths on the track. His immediate desire now was to get back to the amphibian with the least possible delay, and put the North Sea between him and Blackbeard.

His watch had been smashed by the fall and he had no idea of the time, but he felt that it must be somewhere about midnight; he did not think it could be after that hour. Where was Ginger? The thought worried him a good deal, although he tried to thrust the matter aside until he was in a position to deal with it.

He would get back as quickly as possible to the tree with the broken branch; if Ginger was not there then he would go on to the amphibian; that he would find him at one of the two places he felt sure.

The business of getting back up to the railway line was no easy matter. Hundreds of logs lay loosely about, just as they had fallen, and at every step one or more would become detached and go crashing down to the bottom of the gully. Once he started a whole avalanche, and was nearly carried down with it, but he saved himself just in time; somewhere, not far away, a hound started baying-an unpleasant sound. The noise he made climbing up to the bridge seemed to occasion no alarm, however, and he came to the conclusion that the logs often fell of their own accord, and the crash of tumbling timbers was a common sound. At last he reached the top of the pile and with some difficulty dragged himself up a latticework trestle to the bridge. A quick glance up and down showed that it was deserted, but a number of lights in the distance revealed the position of the camp. He also noticed something else, something that filled him with dismay. In the opposite direction the line ran out on to a small promontory, so it was no good going that way. What was even worse, the first buildings of the camp seemed to begin at the far end of the bridge on which he stood, so that he would have to pa.s.s through them in order to escape. There was no alternative, so he started off, making as little noise as possible, eyes probing the darkness ahead, keeping a keen lookout for sentries.

He came to a place where the line swung round to the right and the whole waterfront lay open to his view in the starlight. Twelve of the giant bombers were now moored to iron buoys, in two lines. Several smaller machines were moored about them, some close to the hangars and some out on the open water. He saw the machine in which Blackbeard had flown moored close to a wharf at the far end of the line of hangars. Ginger had described it exactly. Automatically, with the precision of long experience in reconnaissance, Biggles made a mental note of everything he could see, hangars, workshops, test benches, and the like, and then, satisfied with his inspection and the information he had gained, he proceeded towards the camp. As he approached it he saw at once that he was faced with a very difficult proposition, for the camp radiated fanwise, from the very end of the railway, and it was impossible to reach the forest beyond without going through it. If people were still moving about, it would be impossible to avoid being seen. There was no cover of which he could take advantage anywhere along the track. Still, he could not remain where he was, for sooner or later somebody would certainly come along and see him, and there was no point in going back. If he went forward he could adopt one of two methods of procedure. He could either walk straight down the middle of the track, trusting that if he was seen he would be taken for an employee, or he could creep from house to house, and avoid meeting anyone face to face.

If he adopted the latter course, and was seen, then his very actions themselves would be sufficient to arouse suspicion. Still walking on, he decided to compromise between the two; he would walk straight down the track, but would turn aside if he saw anyone coming. If he was challenged he would simply have to make a bolt for the forest.

He reached the first buildings without seeing a soul, but a moment later two men stepped out of a doorway not five yards away; there was no time to turn aside, so he walked straight on, pa.s.sing so close to the men that he could have touched them. As far as he could gather they took not the slightest notice of him, although he did not turn round after he had pa.s.sed them. Then a party of six or seven crossed an area of light in front of an open window about fifty yards ahead; they appeared to be coming in his direction, so he turned sharply to the right into a convenient pa.s.sage between the houses, and then again to the left in order to maintain his general direction towards the forest.

He had almost reached it-he was, in fact, actually pa.s.sing the last block of buildings-when three men, in earnest conversation, appeared round a corner in front of him. One voice could be heard above the others; it was Blackbeard"s. To pa.s.s without being seen was an utter impossibility, and there was no side turning in which he could conceal himself. The realization of these two facts flashed through his mind in a split second.

Some of the houses had rough porches built around the doors, and without the slightest hesitation he stepped into the first one he reached. It was quite a shallow affair, not more than a couple of feet deep, and provided scanty shelter, but he pressed himself against the dark door in order to make the best of it. Before he could take any steps to prevent it, the door, which had evidently not been closed, swung inwards, and he pitched headfirst inside. He was on his feet in an instant, hands raised to repel the attack which he felt sure must follow, but nothing happened. The room was in darkness except for the faint reflected light that came from outside, and he had just time to swing the door in place before Blackbeard and his corn-panions reached it. Stone-cold with the nervous tension of the moment, he stood stock still and waited for them to pa.s.s; but they did not pa.s.s. On reaching the door they stopped, and it was instantly apparent that one of them at least was about to enter. He knew this and acted with the speed of the experienced air fighter.

The three men were now actually standing in the doorway, talking in tones which suggested a mild argument; at any instant they might enter, so he took a couple of paces into the room and peered around. It was furnished as an office. A large desk, with a shaded electric light over it, occupied the centre; filing cabinets took up most of the walls, except that part which was taken up by the window overlooking the street. Against the far wall, however, there was one of those tall cupboards used for storing stationery.

He reached it in a couple of paces and swung the door open. A few large envelopes lay on the floor; higher up there was a shelf with a number of small boxes on it; between the shelf and the floor there was just sufficient room for a man to stand upright and close the door behind him, provided he was slim. All this he saw at a glance, and it was the work of a moment to step inside and pull the door to; there was no time to latch it, for even as he pulled the door towards him the outside door was thrown open. An electric switch clicked and the room was flooded with light. Still arguing, in a language Biggles did not understand, the three men walked into the room. Blackbeard, whose office it seemed to be, judging by his actions, threw his cap into a corner, and flinging himself into the largest chair rested his feet on the desk. He took a cigar from his pocket, bit off the end and spat it across the room. Of the other two men, one was Darton; the third was a stranger, but evidently a pilot, for he carried a flying cap in his hand. Biggles could just see through the narrow c.h.i.n.k of the unlatched door.

"You"ve got the advantage of me," grumbled Darton presently, speaking in English for the first time. "I can"t keep pace with this lingo of yours. I told the boss it was no use sending me over here; what does he think I am going to do, I should like to know, if I don"t understand half what people say to me? "

"You"ll know all in good time if I know anything about the boss," Blackbeard told him coolly. "You"re lucky to get off as lightly as you have, after making the mess you made of things over there."

"I didn"t make any mess, I tell you!" cried Darton indignantly. "How was I to know Biggleston-or whatever his name is-had a gang working with him? " He cursed luridly. "If I could get my hands on that smug-faced-"

He broke off short and remained with his mouth open, an expression of inane surprise in his eyes. The reason was not hard to find. Across the room not three yards away, the man he was speaking about stood facing him.

Just how it happened Biggles never knew. Whether he accidentally touched the door with his coat or sleeve, or whether a draught caught it, he could not say; nor did he bother to inquire into such insignificant details. The only thing that mattered was that the door of the cupboard, either with his a.s.sistance or on its own volition, had swung open, slowly, but just too fast for him to prevent it. Darton, who was standing opposite, saw the movement and glanced up; the expression on his face brought the others round.

Biggles was the first to move. Further effort at concealment would have been merely childish, and unfortunately the three men were between him and the door. He stepped out of the cupboard into the room.

"Well," he said, "here we are again."

Blackbeard was the only one who did not move, but a slow smile spread over his face.

Darton jumped to the door and swung round, revolver in hand. The third man, after a swift glance at the others, blocked the gangway between the desk and the wall. For perhaps thirty seconds the picture remained unchanged.

"I wonder if you could oblige me with a cigarette?" Biggles asked Blackbeard quietly. "I lost my case, you know."

"With the greatest of pleasure," replied Blackbeard, offering him his cigarette-case. "I must say you have a most disconcerting habit of turning up at unexpected places. I hope you are not going to tell me that you came here by accident?"

"Yes, curious to relate, that would be no more than the sober truth-at least, as far as my method of entry into this place is concerned. I won"t strain your credulity by going into details, though."

"No, it would hardly be worth the effort," Blackbeard a.s.sured him easily. "The chief thing is, you are here, and that is really all we are concerned with. This time I imagine our mutual friend Darton will take more effective measures to ensure that you do not leave us as abruptly as you did on the last occasion. As you may well imagine, he is feeling more than a little annoyed about the way you went off, in England, without so much as saying goodbye."

"Quite," replied Biggles evenly; "but there were several urgent things I had to do. You can"t really complain, though, because I"ve come back again, as you see." He had been talking solely to gain time to think, and hardly knew what he was saying. His brain was working at feverish speed, trying to find a loophole of escape, but there was none. To employ force, unarmed as he was, against three armed men, could only end one way in real life, although it sometimes worked out differently on the films.

"Yes, I"ll take care of you this time," sneered Darton. "You talk too much; that"s your trouble."

"So do you. Stick your hands up and keep them there. I"ll drop the first man who moves !"

The words, in a shrill treble, but hard as steel, cut through the room like a trumpet call; they came from the direction of the window, which was now open. Biggles had not seen it open; neither had the others; they had all been intent on the dramatic scene being enacted in the room. Even Biggles was shaken to the core, and he could only stand and stare. At the open window, his head just above the sill, was Ginger. His right arm was thrust forward into the room, the hand gripping a squat automatic.

Blackbeard"s burst of laughter broke the tension; it was clear that none of them took the matter seriously.

"Why, that"s the little swine who burst my shins," roared Darton, and swung up his revolver.

There was a deafening roar, and a streak of orange flame leapt across the room; it began at the window and ended at Darton"s chest. The air was filled with the acrid smell of burning cordite. In the silence that followed, Darton turned slowly towards the others, a curious expression of inane surprise on his face. His lips twitched once, twice, and then he crashed face downwards on to the wooden floor.

"I warned you," came Ginger"s voice in a high falsetto. "The next man who moves gets his. Come on, Biggles; what are you standing there for?"

Biggles crossed the room in a bound, s.n.a.t.c.hing up the fallen man"s revolver on the way, and dived through the window to the street.

"Keep your distance," he told Blackbeard. "I should be sorry to have to shoot you." Then, with Ginger at his side, he sprinted for the forest.

They were only just in time, for the shot had been heard, and people were running up the main street towards the house. Luckily, the forest lay in the opposite direction.

"Keep to the track until we reach the siding," Biggles panted as they ran on. "It will be as black as pitch under the trees."

Shouts came from the direction of the town; a whistle blew, and there were more shouts.

"Here we are," he went on a few minutes later, as they reached the place where they had boarded the train. "We shall have to "take to the forest here. It will be hard to keep straight, but we shall have to do our best."

"Biggles," gasped Ginger.

"Yes, what"s the matter?"

"Did I-have I killed him?"

"I don"t know."

"I felt awful-I didn"t know it was loaded."

"What? Do you mean to say you had the cheek to try and hold up the party with an empty gun?"

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