The Pirates of Shan.
by Harold Leland Goodwin.
CHAPTER I
The Missing Scientists
"We"d better do something," Rick Brant stated grimly, "and we"d better do it fast." He picked up a stone and threw it far out into the green waters of the Atlantic, a gesture that did little to relieve his worry and anxiety.
Don Scott, nicknamed Scotty, said soothingly, "I know how you feel. I feel the same way. But don"t forget that Dad is just as worried as we are--maybe even more so, because he feels responsible. Besides, I don"t think we have long to wait, not with Colonel Rojas here."
Rick knew that his dark-haired pal was right, but inaction, even under ordinary circ.u.mstances, made him restless, and now that two staff scientists had mysteriously disappeared, his normal desire to keep things moving swiftly was augmented by fear for their safety.
The Spindrift Scientific Foundation, with headquarters on famed Spindrift Island off the New Jersey coast, was regarded by most people as a typical group of scientists, impersonal and efficient, who sometimes made important discoveries or got involved in scientific adventures. But the picture of the Foundation, given mostly through impersonal scientific publications, was wrong.
The scientific efficiency and purpose of Spindrift could not be denied.
But what the public failed to appreciate was that the staff, headed by Rick Brant"s scientist father, was more like a family than a corporation. The center of activity was the big Brant house and the adjoining laboratory on Spindrift Island. The scientists were not only colleagues, but close personal friends.
As a consequence, when the staff zoologist, Dr. Howard Shannon, and the staff archaeologist, Dr. Anthony Briotti, failed to turn up on schedule from an expedition to the Sulu Sea, the entire Foundation became personally concerned. All work stopped while the staff speculated on what might have happened, what course of action to take.
Rick Brant and his pal Scotty were particularly upset when the days pa.s.sed and Hartson Brant failed to decide on a course of action. Rick knew, of course, that his father was proceeding logically, obtaining information by cable and phone from the Philippines, but he resented the pa.s.sing days.
"I"m glad Rojas is here," Rick said. "That must mean Dad is making up his mind. And you know what I hope, don"t you?"
"Same as I do. But don"t hope too much. Maybe Dad will decide this is a job for professionals, and not for us."
Hartson Brant had returned only a few minutes ago from a hurried trip to New York. He had brought with him Colonel Felix Rojas of the Philippines Constabulary. The tall, slender officer was at present on duty with his country"s United Nations delegation. He was an old friend, dating back to the adventure of _The Golden Skull_ when Rick, Scotty, Chahda, and Tony Briotti had gone to the fabulous rice terraces of Ifugao.
The colonel was having a belated lunch with Dr. and Mrs. Brant, and Rick"s father had indicated politely but firmly that the two boys were not to broach the subject of the missing scientists until the colonel had finished eating. Dr. Brant had promised to call them for the meeting which was to take place immediately after lunch. Both boys were so impatient for the meeting to begin that it seemed to them the others were taking an unduly long time to consume the meal.
"Rick, Scotty. Come on into the library."
The boys turned swiftly at Hartson Brant"s call and hurried from the waterfront to the big Brant house. As they entered, Hobart Zircon was just coming down the stairs from his room. The distinguished nuclear physicist greeted them with a comradely wink. "So you two are attending the meeting too, eh? I have an idea we may be joining forces again."
Zircon had shared many adventures with the boys. More than once, his enormous size and legendary strength had gotten them out of a tight spot. The physicist was considerably over six feet tall and built like a fighting bull, and he had a booming voice that fitted his physique.
Hartson Brant introduced Zircon to Colonel Rojas, waved the group to seats, and got down to business. He addressed the Filipino officer.
"First, let me say for all of us that we are indebted to you for leaving your office on such short notice to give us the benefit of your advice and counsel."
"It is nothing. If I can be of help, I will be grateful. Perhaps if you will start at the beginning, it will clarify things."
The scientist nodded a.s.sent. "I"ll be glad to. As I told you on the way over, two of our staff members are missing. You know one of them--Dr.
Anthony Briotti. The other is Dr. Howard Shannon, our zoologist. Tony, of course, is an archaeologist. They departed for the Sulu Sea several weeks ago on a joint expedition to try to find new evidence for a theory of migration of the early peoples in the Pacific."
Hobart Zircon added, "We started on this theory some time ago with a trip to an island in the western Pacific. Dr. Briotti continued that work during the rice-terrace expedition. I believe you met him then."
"I did," Colonel Rojas agreed. "How is the present expedition connected with your previous work? The combination of an archaeologist and a zoologist seems unusual."
"Tony has determined that the origins of the Bajaus, the Sea Gypsies of Sulu, may be of importance," Hartson Brant explained. "In addition, he wanted to check some details of Bagobo culture. Dr. Shannon hoped to contribute some evidence based on the early migration of some animals from the Asia mainland to the islands."
Colonel Rojas nodded. "I understand. The presence of some animals may show that a land bridge existed between Sulu and the mainland across which the early peoples may have migrated."
"Exactly. I"m sure you also know that our staff has been co-operating with Dr. Remedios Okola of the University of the Philippines. It was from him we learned that our friends had vanished, when they failed to keep an important appointment."
"You know their itinerary?"
"Yes. They flew to Manila and spent a few days with Dr. Okola. At that time he persuaded them to revise their schedule, to return to Manila long enough to join him on a trip to the rice terraces. They flew to Zamboanga, chartered a boat of some sort, and sailed to Davao by way of Cotabato. They were supposed to leave the boat at Davao and fly back to Manila to take the trip with Okola, after which they would return to Davao, pick up the boat, and go into the Sulu Sea." The scientist"s lips tightened, then he added, "They never kept the appointment with Okola!"
"What did Okola do about it?"
"He got in touch with the constabulary and asked for a check on their whereabouts, thinking they might have been delayed. The constabulary at Davao reported that Shannon and Briotti had reached Davao and hired a truck to take them to a Bagobo village. The truck driver let them off at a foot trail to the village. No one has seen them since."
Rojas rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "You have heard from the American consulate at Manila?"
"Yes, by phone, on the same day I talked with Okola. The consulate has asked your government for help. However, yesterday I received a cable stating that a second investigation has uncovered nothing new. It appears that both our governments have done all they can, but obviously we cannot stop there. So I have decided to send Dr. Zircon, with Rick and Scotty, to hunt for our friends."
Rick and Scotty exchanged relieved glances. It was what they had hoped and expected.
The colonel nodded. "I have not had the pleasure of meeting Dr. Zircon until now, but I have seen Rick and Scotty in action. They are resourceful, and they are lucky--two necessary qualities for a expedition such as this. Do you also plan to use their Hindu friend, Chahda?"
Rick leaned forward anxiously. He had suggested getting Chahda to help out several days ago, but his father was at that time waiting for further word from the American consulate. Chahda, a one-time Bombay beggar boy, had been a close friend since the Tibet relay expedition. He was a real wizard at uncovering information.
"Yes," Hartson Brant replied. "I have sent him a cable, through his organization, but he has not yet replied."
Chahda was now a combination a.s.sistant and secretary to the chief Far East agent for JANIG, the secret government agency charged with the protection of United States top secrets. The Hindu boy"s boss, Carl Bradley, was an old friend of Hartson Brant. Rick knew that Bradley would release Chahda at once, if a.s.sistance to Spindrift was involved, not only because of his friendship for the Brants, but because the island scientists had once helped to solve a case for the Far East agent. Chahda would be especially helpful in the search for the missing scientists, because he knew his way around the Philippines and had friends there. It occurred to Rick that his father had probably wired Chahda, in care of Bradley, via the Spindrift contact in JANIG--Special Agent Steve Ames.
Colonel Rojas lighted a Manila cigar and settled back in his chair.
"First of all, let us examine the area in which your friends have disappeared. Davao is on the island of Mindanao, the largest in the Philippines. It is peaceful, for the most part, even though we have a mixture of Moros, Christians, and pagans there."
Rick knew about the Moros, Filipinos of the Moslem faith. They were known as valiant and deadly fighting men. The pagans were primitive people, like the Bagobos.
"Davao is a large, fairly modern city. But once outside of the city itself, the country becomes wild. Some of the Bagobo villages are quite close to Davao. They are peaceful folk, and quite harmless, but there are savages in the back country who may not be."
"Perhaps we should take arms," Zircon said.
"I would say so. At least a rifle and a sidearm of some kind."
Scotty spoke up. "I can take my rifle."
"And I can borrow Hartson"s forty-five automatic," Zircon added. "That should be enough."
"True," the colonel agreed. "You can always call on the constabulary for help. I will give you letters to all commanding officers in the area."
Rick knew that would open many doors, because Rojas was not only a former commandant of the constabulary, but popular with the entire force.
"How about clothing, Colonel?" Rick asked.