CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
INTO MEXICO AND RETURN
Bright-eyed, eager for the adventure trail, Johnny swung the propeller of the Thunder Bird over three times and turned to Cliff. "Here"s where you learn one of the joys of flying. Hold her there while I climb in. When I holler contact, you kick her over--if you"re man enough."
Cliff smiled, dropped his cigarette and ground it under his heel, then reached up and grasped the propeller blade. "I never actually did this, but I"ve watched others do it. I suppose I must learn. Oh, before we go up, I ought to tell you that I"d like to go on over the line this morning if possible. If you can fly very high, and when you near the line just glide as quietly as possible, I think it can be managed without our being seen. And since it is only just daylight now, it should not be late when we arrive."
"It should not," Johnny agreed. "Arriving late ain"t what worries a flyer--it"s arriving too doggone unexpected. Where do we light, in Mexico? Just any old place?"
"Straight toward Mateo"s camp, first--flying very high. From there on I"ll direct you. Shall we start?"
"You"re the doctor," grunted Johnny, not much pleased with Cliff"s habit of giving information a bit at a time as it was needed. It seemed to betray a lack of confidence in him, a fear that he might tell too much; though how Johnny could manage to divulge secrets while he was flying a mile above the earth, Cliff had probably not attempted to explain.
Because he was offended, Johnny gave Cliff what thrills he could during that flight. He went as high as he dared, which was very high indeed, and hoped that Cliff"s ears roared and that he was thinking pleasant thoughts such as the effect upon himself of dropping suddenly to that sliding relief map away down below. He hoped that Cliff was afraid of being lost, and of landing on some high mountain that stuck up like a little hill above the general a.s.sembly of dimpled valleys and spiny ridges and hills. But if Cliff were afraid he did not say so, and when the double-pointed hill that Johnny had reason to remember slid toward them, Cliff pointed ahead to another, turned his head and shouted.
"See that deep notch in the ridge away off there? Fly toward that notch."
Johnny flew. The double-pointed hill drifted behind them, other hills slid up until the two could gaze down upon their highest peaks.
Beyond, as Cliff"s maps had told him, lay Mexico. At eight thousand feet he shut off the motor and glided for the notched ridge. The patrol who sighted the Thunder Bird at that height, with no motor hum to call his attention upward, must have sharp eyes and a habit of sky-gazing. Cliff, peering down over the edge of the c.o.c.kpit, must have thought so, for he laughed aloud triumphantly.
"Fine! I think we are putting one over on my friends, the guards," he cried, with more animation than Johnny had yet observed in him.
Indeed, it occurred to Johnny quite suddenly that he had never heard Cliff Lowell laugh heartily out loud before. "How far can you keep this up--without the motor?"
"Till we hit the ground," drawled Johnny, who was enjoying his position of captain of this cruise. He had been taking orders from Cliff for about forty-eight hours now without respite save when he slept, and even his sleep had been ordered by Cliff.
"I could make that twelve miles or so from here, though. Why?"
"In the twelve miles you would not be using gas--could you glide to the ridge, circle and fly high again, and back to Mateo"s camp without stopping for gas?"
Johnny gave a grunt of surprise. "I guess I could," he said. "Why?"
"Then do it. Just that. On this side of the notch you will see--when you are close enough--a few adobe buildings. I want to pa.s.s over those buildings at a height of, say, five hundred feet; or a little lower will be better, if you can make it. Then circle and come back again.
And try and make the return trip as high as you did coming down, until you are well past those mountains we pa.s.sed over, just inside the line.
Then come down at camp as inconspicuously as possible. I may add that as we pa.s.s over the buildings I mentioned, please start your motor. I am not expected at just this time, and I wish to attract attention."
"Hunh!" grunted Johnny. "You"d sure attract attention if I didn"t--because how the deuce would you expect me to climb back from five hundred feet to eight thousand or so, without starting the motor?"
Cliff did not answer. He was busy with something which he had brought with him; a square package to which Johnny had paid very little attention, thinking it some article which Cliff wanted to have in camp.
Evidently this was not to be a news-gathering trip, though Johnny could not see why not, now they were over here. Why just sail over a few houses and fly home? He could see the houses now, huddled against the ridge. A ranch, he guessed it, since half the huddle appeared to be sheds and corrals. A queer place to gather news of international importance, thought Johnny, as he volplaned down toward the spot. He threw in the motor and was buzzing over the buildings when Cliff unstrapped himself, half rose in his seat and lifted something in his arms.
"Steady," he cried. "I want to drop this over." Whereupon he heaved it backward so that it would fall clear of the wing, and peered after it through his goggles for a minute. "You can go home now," he shouted to Johnny, and settled down in his seat with the air of a man who has done his duty and has nothing more on his mind.
Mystified, Johnny spiraled upward until he had his alt.i.tude, and started back for the United States. Clouds favored him when he crossed the boundary, hiding him altogether from the earth. Indeed, they caused him to lose himself for a minute, so that when he dropped down below the strata of vapor he was already nearly over the double-pointed hill that was his landmark. But Cliff did not notice, and a little judicious manoeuvering brought him into the little valley and headed straight for the oak, easily identified because Mateo was standing directly in front of it waving a large white cloth.
They landed smoothly and stopped exactly where Johnny had planned to stop. He climbed out, Cliff following more awkwardly, and the three of them wheeled the Thunder Bird under the oak where it was completely hidden.
It was not until he had come out again into the warm sunshine of mid-morning that Johnny observed how the kiddies were playing their part. They had a curious little homemade wheelbarrow rigged, and were trundling it solemnly up and down and over and around the single mark made by the tail drag. A boy of ten or twelve rode the barrow solidly and with dignity, while a thin-legged girl pushed the vehicle. Behind them trotted two smaller ones, gravely bestriding stick horses.
Casually it resembled play. It would have been play had not Mateo gone out where they were and inspected the result of stick-dragging and barrow-wheeling, and afterwards, with a wave of his hand and a few swift Mexican words, directed them to play farther out from the oak, where the Thunder Bird had first come to earth. Solemn-eyed, they extended the route of their procession, and Johnny, watching them with a queer grin on his face, knew that when those children stopped "playing" there would be no mark of the Thunder Bird"s landing left upon that soil.
"I"ve sure got to hand it to the kids," he told Cliff, who merely smiled and pulled out his cigarette case for a smoke.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
BUT JOHNNY WAS NEITHER FOOL NOR KNAVE
Cliff smiled faintly one morning and handed Johnny a long manila envelope over their breakfast table in Mateo"s cabin. "Your third week"s salary," he idly explained. "Do you want it?"
"Well, I ain"t refusing it," Johnny grinned back. "I guess maybe I"ll stick for another week, anyway." He emptied his coffee cup and held it up for Mateo"s woman to refill, trying to match Cliff Lowell"s careless air of indifference to the presence of seventeen hundred dollars on that table. "That is, if you think I"m making good," he added boyishly, looking for praise.
"Your third week"s salary answers that, doesn"t it? From now on it may not be quite so easy to make good. Perhaps, since I want to go across this evening as late as you can make a safe landing over there, I ought to tell you that a border patrol saw us yesterday, coming back, and wondered a little at a government plane getting over the line. He did not report it, so far as I know. But he will make a report the next time he sees the same thing happen."
"I wish I didn"t have that name painted clear across her belly," Johnny fretted. "But if I went and painted it out it would all be black, and that would be just as bad. And if I took off the letters with something, I"m afraid I"d eat off the sizing too, or weaken the fabric or something. I ought to recover the wings, but that takes time--"
Cliff gave him that tolerant smile which Johnny found so intolerable.
"It is not at all necessary. I thought of all possible contingencies when I first saw the Thunder Bird. Across the line the name absolutely identifies it, which is rather important. On this side it is known as a bird fond of doing the unusual. Your reputation, old man, may help you out of a tight place yet. Now we are duck hunters, remember.
Hereafter we shall be hunting ducks with an airplane--something new, but not at all improbable, especially when it is the Thunder Bird doing the hunting. We must carry our shotguns along with us, and a few ducks as circ.u.mstantial evidence. If we stray across the line accidentally, that will be because you do not always look where you are flying, and watch the landmarks."
"This, of course, in case we are actually caught. Though I do not see why that should happen. They have no anti-aircraft guns to bring us down. It may be a good idea to carry an auxiliary tank of gasoline in case of an emergency."
"I don"t see why--not if I fill up over there every time I land. I can stay up three hours--longer, if I can glide a lot. Of course that high alt.i.tude takes more, in climbing up, and flying while you"re up there, but the distance is short. I"ll chance running outa gas. I don"t want the extra weight, flying high as we have to. The motor"s doing all she wants to do, just carrying us."
Cliff did not argue the point, but went out to his car, fussed with it for a few minutes, and then drove off on one of the mysterious trips that took him away from Mateo"s cabin and sometimes kept him away for two days at a time. Johnny did not know where Cliff went; to see the boss, perhaps, and turn in what news he had gleaned--if indeed he had succeeded in gleaning any. Sometimes the long waits were tiresome to a youth who loved action. But Johnny had been schooled to the monotony of a range line-camp, and if he could have ridden over the country while he waited, he would not have minded being left idle most of the time.
But he did not dare leave camp for more than half an hour or so at a time, because he never knew what minute Cliff might return and want him; and when one is being paid something like ten dollars an hour, waking or sleeping, for his time, one feels constrained to keep that precious time absolutely available to his employer. At least, Johnny felt constrained to do so. He could not even go duck hunting. Mateo hunted the ducks, using Johnny"s gun or Cliff"s, and seldom failing to bring back game. It would be ducks shot by Mateo which would furnish the circ.u.mstantial evidence which Cliff mentioned that morning.
Johnny went out to the Thunder Bird, shooed three kids from under the wings, and began to fuss with the motor. One advantage of being idle most of the time was the easy life the Thunder Bird was leading. The motor was not being worn out on this job, at any rate.
So far he had not spent a hundred dollars of his salary on the upkeep of his machine. He was glad of that, because he already had enough to pay old Sudden and have the price of a car left over. With the Thunder Bird clear, and a couple of thousand dollars to the good--why, he would not change places with the owner of the Rolling R himself! He could go back any time and vindicate himself to the whole outfit. He could pick Mary V up and carry her off now, without feeling that he was taking any risk with her future. Poor little girl, she would be wondering what had become of him; he"d write, or send a wire, if Cliff would ever open his heart enough to take a fellow with him to where there was a post-office or something.
He was beginning to feel a deep need of some word from Mary V, was Johnny. He was beginning to worry, to grow restive down here in the wilderness, seeing nothing, doing nothing save kill time between those short, surrept.i.tious flights across to the notched ridge and back again. Two weeks of that was beginning to pall.
But the money he was receiving did not pall. It held him in leash, silenced the doubts that troubled him now and then, kept him temporizing with that uneasy thing we call conscience.
He climbed now into the c.o.c.kpit, testing the controls absent-mindedly while he pondered certain small incidents that caused him a certain vague discomfort whenever he thought of them. For one thing, why must a gatherer of news carry mysterious packages into Mexico and leave them there, sometimes throwing them overboard with a tiny parachute arrangement, as Cliff had done on the first trip, and flying back without stopping? Why must a newspaper man bring back certain mysterious packages, and straightway disappear with them in the car?
That he should confer long and secretly with men of florid complexions and an accent which hardens its g"s and sharpens its s"s, might very plausibly be a part of his gathering of legitimate news of international import. Though Johnny rather doubted its legitimacy, he had no doubt whatever of its world-wide importance. Certain nations were at war--and he was no fool, once he stopped dreaming long enough to think logically.
Those packages bothered him more than the florid gentlemen, however.
At first he suspected smuggling, or something like that. But gun-running, that staple form of border lawbreaking, did not fit into any part of Cliff"s activities, though opium might. But when he had made an excuse for handling one or two of the packages, they routed the opium theory. They were flat and loosely solid, as packages of paper would be. Not state doc.u.ments such as melodramas use to keep the villains sweating--they did not come in reams, so far as Johnny knew.
He could think of no other papers that would need smuggling into or out of a country as free as ours where freedom of the press has become a watchword; yet the idea persisted stubbornly that those were packages of paper which he had managed to take in his hands.
As a pleasing relief from useless cogitation on the subject, Johnny took his bank roll from a pocket he had sewed inside his shirt. Like a miser he fingered the magic paper, counting and recounting, spending it over and over in antic.i.p.atory daydreams. Thirty-two hundred dollars he counted in bills of large denomination--impressively clean, crisp bills, some of them--and mentally placed that amount to one side. That would pay old Sudden, interest and all. What was left he could do with as he pleased. He counted it again. There were three hundred dollars left from what Bland had earned--Bland-- What had become of Bland, anyway? Little runt might be broke again; in fact, it was practically certain that he would be broke again, though he must have had close to a hundred dollars when they landed in Los Angeles. Oh, well--forget Bland!
So there were the three hundred--gee golly, but it had cost, that short stay in the burg of Bland"s dreams. A hundred dollars gone like the puff of a cigarette! Well, there were the three hundred left--he"d have been broke, p.r.o.nto, if he had stayed there much longer. Another hundred he had spent on the Thunder Bird--golly, but propellers do cost a lot! And that shotgun he never had had a chance to shoot--Cliff sure was a queer guy, making him buy all that scenery, and then caching him away so no one ever got a chance to size him up and see whether he looked like a duck hunter or not. Well, anyway, let"s see. There were a thousand in big juicy hundreds; and five hundred more in fifties and twenties--