"All right, what"ll it be?"
"The Catwhisker ought to have an official signal," said Hal. "Why not make it "meow"?"
"Very good; it"s adopted."
The first trip was made without incident worthy of special note. Hal and Mr. Baker brought all of the radio set except the aerial, and Mr. Perry and Mr. Buckley each carried a load of camp equipment on their return trip. Then Mr. Perry insisted that Hal remain on the yacht, and the three men went ash.o.r.e again for another load.
But from this trip they came back sooner than looked for, and the manner of their return alarmed the boys, who expected momentarily to hear pistol shots fired at them from the sh.o.r.e. The three men came down the hill to the landing almost at a run, and as they reached the deck, Mr. Perry announced in cautious tones:
"Boys, we"ll have to leave that camp as it is for a while. Those men are up there watching for us. We don"t want to get into a gun battle with them; so we"re going to back out of here as fast as we can."
CHAPTER XXVIII
A Radio Eavesdropper
The Catwhisker was backed out of the narrow inlet or strait, in which she had been moored, without interference on the part of the hostile men on Friday Island. Whether or not the latter knew of the departure of the yacht, the men and boys on board had no way to determine. It is probable, however, that they heard the coughing and sputtering of the gasoline engine and that they watched proceedings from any of the numerous places of concealment afforded by rocks, bushes, and trees along the sh.o.r.e elevations.
At any rate, the most careful scrutiny of the deep shadows revealed nothing to the Catwhiskerites and their guests as the yacht worked its way out of the inclosure, and presently they exchanged congratulations one with another on the a.s.surance that they were well out of pistol-shot range from the group of islands.
"How far do you think we had better go?" asked Mr. Perry addressing the Canadian officer after this matter of concern had been well taken care of.
"Oh, I think we ought to find a mooring place at some island about a mile from here and try to get a little sleep before daybreak," Mr. Buckley replied. "I"m sure Mr. Baker and I need some brain rest after the slams we got on our craniums. I"ve got the worst headache right now that I ever had in my life."
"So have I," Mr. Baker chimed in.
"All right, let"s not discuss this affair any more to-night," Mr. Perry proposed. "Boys, you may as well get your wits together to arrange the most comfortable sleeping quarters possible under the circ.u.mstances. I guess about all our bedding is at the camp."
The boys set about to do as suggested, but it was not long before they realized that wits could do little for them regarding rest convenience for the remainder of the night. Presently they reported back the following results to Mr. Perry:
One lounge in the cabin, bedding enough for one of the berths and enough other bedding and articles of clothing to be rolled into pillow subst.i.tutes for half a dozen sleepers.
Presently Mr. Buckley, who had been keeping a sharp lookout ahead in the moonlight, supplemented by the strong headlight of the Catwhisker, pointed out what seemed to be a suitable mooring place for the yacht for the rest of the night, and a careful run-in was made, accompanied by pole-soundings to prevent running aground. The depth proved to be O.K., and in a short time the yacht was tied up to a small tree which leaned over almost far enough to dip some of its branches into the water. As all were eager to waste no time belonging to nature"s nocturnal period of rest, the pillow subst.i.tutes were soon rolled and the various sleeping quarters a.s.signed according to varying degrees of necessity. Because of their "sand-bag headaches," Mr. Baker and Mr. Buckley were given the cabin lounge and the available stateroom berth. Although they felt reasonably safe against further intrusion in their new quarters, nevertheless it was deemed wise to maintain a series of one-hour watches, the first of which fell to Mr. Perry by his own choice. Before the general retirement of all but the first watch, an inspection was made of the stateroom prison, and the boy prisoner was found to be fast asleep on the floor with one arm for a pillow.
Hal was given the last watch, beginning shortly before the break of day.
Bud who had preceded him, handed over his slingshot together with a supply of stones which he had brought in one of his pockets from Friday Island. Hal accepted the catapult with profound respect, expressing full confidence in his ability to repel a formidable array of would-be boarders with a weapon of such knock-out record.
After it was light enough for him to see what he was doing, Hal occupied his time by connecting his radio set for service on the yacht once more.
When this task was completed, he set about to prepare breakfast, deciding that he would let the sleepers get another hour"s rest, as he could prepare the morning meal alone almost as quickly as with the aid of one or two others. He had already learned the truth of the housewife"s axiom that "two are a crowd in a kitchen, and three are a throng."
At 7 o"clock he called all the sleepers to breakfast. The two "sand-bag headaches" were no more, and everybody was as cheerful as could have been expected under the circ.u.mstances.
"What are we going to do about Bud"s prisoner?" Hal inquired as they were about to gather around the cabin table, which was well loaded with appetizing dishes, some of them steaming hot.
"Oh, we"ll have to give him some breakfast," replied Mr. Perry, starting for the prison-stateroom. "I"d quite forgotten him."
Without more ado, the prisoner was produced and supplied with conveniences to prepare for the morning meal. After he had washed and combed his tousled hair, he presented a fairly respectable appearance and was given a place at the table. He sat through the meal without as much as a "thank you" for dishes pa.s.sed to him, and the other breakfasters, observing that he was in anything but a cheerful mood, did not attempt to draw him into conversation.
After breakfast the three men on board held a conference, the result of which was an agreement to run back to the Friday Island group and make an inspection of it with gla.s.ses from every possible angle. In this way they hoped to be able to obtain a clew relative to the headquarters and activities of the men who had ordered them to move their camp from Friday Island. Then the engine was started, and the course of the Catwhisker directed up stream.
"Now, my friend," remarked Mr. Buckley, addressing the young Canadian; "you"d be perfectly welcome to the freedom of the deck under ordinary circ.u.mstances, but the present are extraordinary circ.u.mstances, so we"ll have to ask you to resort to the pleasures and comforts of the cabin.
Boys," he added, addressing the three young Catwhiskerites, "you may go into the cabin, too, and get acquainted with him." Then in lower tone to Cub, who stood near the officer, he suggested: "Maybe he"ll be more talkative with you boys than he has been with us men. See if you can"t get something out of him."
Cub "tipped" Hal and Bud as to the purpose communicated to him by the Canadian officer, and the three conducted "Bud"s prisoner" into the cabin.
But the latter proved to be about as uncommunicative as he had been when the older members of the yacht"s company tried to get something out of him. He appeared to be bright enough and not especially coa.r.s.e grained, so that from the standpoint of quality qualifications, there seemed to be no reason for his sullenness. Hal frankly made a statement to him to this effect, but it produced no result of the kind desired and intended. They got only short, surly returns in response to their most friendly advances.
At last they gave it up and returned on deck. Before leaving the cabin, however, Cub said to the prisoner:
"Now, if you"ll promise to stay here and not make any attempt to escape, we won"t lock you up. Otherwise we"ll have to lock you up in a stateroom."
"I"ll promise," was the fellow"s laconic response.
"By the way," Bud remarked, as they were about to leave the cabin, "would you mind telling us the handle of your name? We know your father"s surname, but we"d like to know how to address you. You"re too young for us to call you Mr. Howard."
"You c"n call me Bill, if you want to," the slingshot victim replied.
Hal was particularly impressed with a sly, cunning look in the eyes of the prisoner and told himself that the fellow would bear watching to keep him out of mischief.
"I tell you what I"d like to do," he said to his two friends as they reached the deck. "I"d like to hide in the closet in the cabin and watch that fellow. I bet he"d do something that would help us break his mysterious silence."
"You could steal down into that little alcove near the entrance of the cabin and watch him there through the crack in the door," Bud suggested.
"That"s second best choice," said Hal, "I think I"ll make use of it at once."
Accordingly he descended the companionway with the greatest caution and succeeded in ensconcing himself in the position suggested by Bud. He had not been there long when he was amply rewarded for his diligence.
He could hear the prisoner moving about in the cabin and a peep through the long narrow aperture along the hinge side of the door acquainted him with the object of the Canadian boy"s interest. The latter, apparently, had just seated himself at the table, and with phones to his ears, was in the act of tuning the instrument.
Presently he appeared to be satisfied with this preliminary and put his hand on the sending key. The fellow seemed to be perfectly at home with the outfit. Now the key was tapping and the spark was leaping across the gap. The secret watcher leaned forward eagerly to catch every sound. Yes, it came in genuine enough dots and dashes, and he read them with ever increasing astonishment.
First the operator repeated a Canadian call several times. Then, apparently, the call was acknowledged, and he sent the following message:
"I am prisoner on yacht, Catwhisker, in hands of the fellows I tried to hold back, with radio, as they were leaving Oswego, N.Y. They are determined to solve mystery of your doings. Don"t bother about me, but tell pa to clean out his place as soon as possible and then let his prisoner go. They have government officer with them on his trail and will soon find his hiding place and raid it."
"My goodness!" Hal breathed excitedly. "Now I"m getting at the bottom of this affair. That boy is the anonymous amateur who pretended to have a radio wager with Hal"s cousin and tried to make us think his SOS was a joke."
CHAPTER XXIX
The End of the "Mystery"
Hal almost held his breath in his eagerness to maintain perfect silence in order that he might "listen-in" to this radio transmission until the sender had telegraphed all that he had in mind to send.