"Throw up your hands!" he commanded.
The stranger did not start. Except that he raised his eyes he gave no sign that he had heard. His eyes stared across the little sun-filled valley. They were half closed as though in study, as though perplexed by some deep and intricate problem. They appeared to see beyond the sun-filled valley some place of greater moment, some place far distant.
Then the eyes smiled, and slowly, as though his neck were stiff, but still smiling, the stranger turned his head. When he saw the boy, his smile was swept away in waves of surprise, amazement, and disbelief.
These were followed instantly by an expression of the most acute alarm.
"Don"t point that thing at me!" shouted the stranger. "Is it loaded?"
With his cheek pressed to the stock and his eye squinted down the length of the brown barrel, Jimmie nodded. The stranger flung up his open palms. They accented his expression of amazed incredulity. He seemed to be exclaiming, "Can such things be?"
"Get up!" commanded Jimmie.
With alacrity the stranger rose.
"Walk over there," ordered the scout. "Walk backward. Stop! Take off those field-gla.s.ses and throw them to me." Without removing his eyes from the gun the stranger lifted the binoculars from his neck and tossed them to the stone wall. "See here!" he pleaded, "if you"ll only point that d.a.m.ned blunderbuss the other way, you can have the gla.s.ses, and my watch, and clothes, and all my money; only don"t--"
Jimmie flushed crimson. "You can"t bribe me," he growled. At least, he tried to growl, but because his voice was changing, or because he was excited the growl ended in a high squeak. With mortification, Jimmie flushed a deeper crimson. But the stranger was not amused. At Jimmie"s words he seemed rather the more amazed.
"I"m not trying to bribe you," he protested. "If you don"t want anything, why are you holding me up?"
"I"m not," returned Jimmie, "I"m arresting you!"
The stranger laughed with relief. Again his eyes smiled. "Oh," he cried, "I see! Have I been trespa.s.sing?"
With a glance Jimmie measured the distance between himself and the stranger. Rea.s.sured, he lifted one leg after the other over the wall.
"If you try to rush me," he warned, "I"ll shoot you full of buckshot."
The stranger took a hasty step BACKWARD. "Don"t worry about that," he exclaimed. "I"ll not rush you. Why am I arrested?"
Hugging the shotgun with his left arm, Jimmie stopped and lifted the binoculars. He gave them a swift glance, slung them over his shoulder, and again clutched his weapon. His expression was now stern and menacing.
"The name on them" he accused, "is "Weiss, Berlin." Is that your name?"
The stranger smiled, but corrected himself, and replied gravely, "That"s the name of the firm that makes them."
Jimmie exclaimed in triumph. "Hah!" he cried, "made in Germany!"
The stranger shook his head.
"I don"t understand," he said. "Where WOULD a Weiss gla.s.s be made?"
With polite insistence he repeated, "Would you mind telling me why I am arrested, and who you might happen to be?"
Jimmie did not answer. Again he stooped and picked up the map, and as he did so, for the first time the face of the stranger showed that he was annoyed. Jimmie was not at home with maps. They told him nothing. But the penciled notes on this one made easy reading. At his first glance he saw, "Correct range, 1,800 yards"; "this stream not fordable"; "slope of hill 15 degrees inaccessible for artillery." "Wire entanglements here"; "forage for five squadrons."
Jimmie"s eyes flashed. He shoved the map inside his shirt, and with the gun motioned toward the base of the hill. "Keep forty feet ahead of me,"
he commanded, "and walk to your car." The stranger did not seem to hear him. He spoke with irritation.
"I suppose," he said, "I"ll have to explain to you about that map."
"Not to me, you won"t," declared his captor. "You"re going to drive straight to Judge Van Vorst"s, and explain to HIM!"
The stranger tossed his arms even higher. "Thank G.o.d!" he exclaimed gratefully.
With his prisoner Jimmie encountered no further trouble. He made a willing captive. And if in covering the five miles to Judge Van Vorst"s he exceeded the speed limit, the fact that from the rear seat Jimmie held the shotgun against the base of his skull was an extenuating circ.u.mstance.
They arrived in the nick of time. In his own car young Van Vorst and a bag of golf clubs were just drawing away from the house. Seeing the car climbing the steep driveway that for a half-mile led from his lodge to his front door, and seeing Jimmie standing in the tonneau brandishing a gun, the Judge hastily descended. The sight of the spy hunter filled him with misgiving, but the sight of him gave Jimmie sweet relief. Arresting German spies for a small boy is no easy task. For Jimmie the strain was great. And now that he knew he had successfully delivered him into the hands of the law, Jimmie"s heart rose with happiness. The added presence of a butler of magnificent bearing and of an athletic looking chauffeur increased his sense of security. Their presence seemed to afford a feeling of security to the prisoner also. As he brought the car to a halt, he breathed a sigh. It was a sigh of deep relief.
Jimmie fell from the tonneau. In concealing his sense of triumph, he was not entirety successful.
"I got him!" he cried. "I didn"t make no mistake about THIS one!"
"What one?" demanded Van Vorst.
Jimmie pointed dramatically at his prisoner. With an anxious expression the stranger was tenderly fingering the back of his head. He seemed to wish to a.s.sure himself that it was still there.
"THAT one!" cried Jimmie. "He"s a German spy!"
The patience of Judge Van Vorst fell from him. In his exclamation was indignation, anger, reproach.
"Jimmie!" he cried.
Jimmie thrust into his hand the map. It was his "Exhibit A." "Look what he"s wrote," commanded the scout. "It"s all military words. And these are his gla.s.ses. I took "em off him. They"re made in GERMANY! I been stalking him for a week. He"s a spy!"
When Jimmie thrust the map before his face, Van Vorst had glanced at it.
Then he regarded it more closely. As he raised his eyes they showed that he was puzzled.
But he greeted the prisoner politely.
"I"m extremely sorry you"ve been annoyed," he said. "I"m only glad it"s no worse. He might have shot you. He"s mad over the idea that every stranger he sees--"
The prisoner quickly interrupted.
"Please!" he begged, "Don"t blame the boy. He behaved extremely well.
Might I speak with you--ALONE?" he asked.
Judge Van Vorst led the way across the terrace, and to the smoking-room, that served also as his office, and closed the door. The stranger walked directly to the mantelpiece and put his finger on a gold cup.
"I saw your mare win that at Belmont Park," he said. "She must have been a great loss to you?"
"She was," said Van Vorst. "The week before she broke her back, I refused three thousand for her. Will you have a cigarette?"
The stranger waved aside the cigarettes.
"I brought you inside," he said, "because I didn"t want your servants to hear; and because I don"t want to hurt that boy"s feelings. He"s a fine boy; and he"s a d.a.m.ned clever scout. I knew he was following me and I threw him off twice, but to-day he caught me fair. If I really had been a German spy, I couldn"t have got away from him. And I want him to think he has captured a German spy. Because he deserves just as much credit as though he had, and because it"s best he shouldn"t know whom he DID capture."
Van Vorst pointed to the map. "My bet is," he said, "that you"re an officer of the State militia, taking notes for the fall manoeuvres. Am I right?"
The stranger smiled in approval, but shook his head.
"You"re warm," he said, "but it"s more serious than manoeuvres. It"s the Real Thing." From his pocketbook he took a visiting card and laid it on the table. "I"m "Sherry" McCoy," he said, "Captain of Artillery in the United States Army." He nodded to the hand telephone on the table.
"You can call up Governor"s Island and get General Wood or his aide, Captain Dorey, on the phone. They sent me here. Ask THEM. I"m not picking out gun sites for the Germans; I"m picking out positions of defense for Americans when the Germans come!"