"The negro that I allowed on deck came on purpose to drop the note where it would be found," muttered Hank.
"No matter," smiled Tom. "We"re always glad to know that we"re remembered by nice people."
"I"d like to have that black boy here for a minute or two," grunted Hank, clenching his fists.
"What for?" Tom Halstead queried. "He probably didn"t have any guilty knowledge about the sender."
"That reminds me," broke in Joe. "Stand close by the motors a few minutes, will you, Hank?"
With that Dawson vanished aft. When he came back he announced:
"I"ve just flashed the wireless word back to Mr. Seaton"s lawyer about the message we got, advising the lawyer that it probably shows Dalton, or Lemly, or both, to be in Beaufort. And the lawyer was able to send me news, received just after we left."
"What?"
"The schooner, "Black Betty," has just been seized, thirty miles down the coast, by United States officers. She"ll be held until the customs men have had a chance to look into the charges that the schooner has been used in the smuggling trade."
"Was Lemly caught with her?" asked Tom, eagerly.
"No such luck," retorted Joe.
"I"d feel better over hearing that Dave Lemly was the prisoner of the United States Government," remarked young Halstead. "If he keeps at liberty _he_ is the one who is going to be able to make Anson Dalton dangerous to us."
"Then you"re beginning to be afraid of that pair, are you?" asked Joe Dawson, looking up.
"No, I"m not," rejoined Tom Halstead, his jaws firmly set. "A man--or a boy, either for that matter--who can be made afraid of other people isn"t fit to be trusted with the command of a boat on the high seas.
But I"ll say this much about my belief concerning Dalton: For some reason we"ve been in his way, and are likely to be much more in his way before we"re through with him. If Dalton got a chance, he wouldn"t hesitate to wreck the "Restless," or to blow her up. For any work of that sort Dave Lemly is undoubtedly his man."
"What can make them so desperate against Mr. Seaton?" queried Joe.
"We can"t even guess, for we don"t yet know the story that"s behind all this mystery and the list of desperate deeds."
"I wonder if Mr. Seaton will ever tell us?" pondered Joe.
"Not unless he thinks we really need to know."
"But he has already hinted that it"s all in a big fight for a fortune," urged Hank.
"Yes, and we can guess that the fight centers in South America, since that is where Clodis was bound for when this business started,"
replied Skipper Tom.
"I wonder if there"s any chance that our cruise will reach to South America?" broke in Hank b.u.t.ts, eagerly.
"Hardly likely," replied Tom, with a shake of the head. "If there had been even a chance of that, Mr. Seaton would have arranged for an option extending beyond the end of this month."
"Just my luck," grumbled Hank, seating himself on the edge of the deck-house. "Nothing big ever happens to me."
"Say, you"re hard to please," laughed Joe, turning and going down into the motor room.
They were not long in making Lonely Island, where the "Restless" was tied up and the hatchways locked securely. The boys were not required to remain at the boat, one of the guards being stationed, night or day, at the wharf.
Powell Seaton was much interested in the account Tom gave him of the red message, though he did not say much.
There was no change or improvement in the condition of Mr. Clodis, who still lay in a darkened room, like one dead.
That afternoon Joe, with some help from his comrades, repaired the bungalow"s wireless plant and got in touch with the sh.o.r.e once more.
Through the night four men were kept on guard, one on the porch, another at the wharf, and two others patrolling the island. No attempt of any sort on the part of Dalton or the latter"s confederates was discovered.
The next morning brought still no change in the condition of Clodis.
He was alive, breathing feebly, and Dr. Cosgrove was attempting to ward off an attack of brain fever.
Through the forenoon Joe was kept rather busy sending messages ash.o.r.e to the authorities, for Powell Seaton, though not leaving the island, was waging a determined campaign to get hold of Dalton.
"I don"t need Dalton, particularly," confessed Mr. Seaton, as he sat with the three motor boat boys at the noon meal. "But it would be worth a very great deal of money to get back the papers that Dalton must have stolen after a.s.saulting my sick friend, yonder, on board the "Constant.""
"Do you--do you know--what was in the stolen papers?" asked Captain Tom Halstead, hesitatingly.
"Very well, indeed," rejoined their employer, with emphasis. "But the real trouble is that I don"t want to have that knowledge pa.s.s to the gang that are behind Anson Dalton."
"Yet Dalton must have had time to join his princ.i.p.als, or confederates, by this time, and turn the papers over to them,"
hazarded Halstead.
"That"s hardly likely," murmured Powell Seaton, "since the gang of rascals behind Anson Dalton must be, at this moment, somewhere in the interior of Brazil."
"Oh!" said Tom, reflectively.
"You"re curious, I see, to know what all this great mystery means,"
smiled Mr. Seaton.
"I--I don"t want to let myself be curious about what is none of my business," declared Tom Halstead, bluntly.
"I"m going to tell you the story now, just the same," replied Powell Seaton, in a still lower voice.
CHAPTER IX
MR. SEATON UNBURDENS HIMSELF
"Really, I see no reason why I shouldn"t tell you," went on the charter-man of the "Restless." "When I first engaged you youngsters and your boat for this month I had little more in mind than using your boat for pleasure cruising about here. Yet the fact that you had a wireless equipment aboard the "Restless" _did_ influence me not a little, for I had at least a suspicion that big affairs might come to pa.s.s, and that telegraphing from ship to ship might be wonderfully convenient.
"At the same time, I was careful to look up the references that you gave me, Captain Halstead. Those references were so wholly satisfactory that I know I can trust you to serve me as bravely and loyally as you have, in the past, been called upon to serve others.
And now, just for the reason that you may be called upon to take some big fighting chances for me, I"m going to tell you what lies back of the curtain of mystery that you"ve been staring at."
As his voice died out Powell Seaton arose, locked the door and glanced out through the windows. Then he returned to the table, motioning to the boys to incline their heads close to his.