"I always was," said Tom.
"You should worry," laughed Walters. "They all have to stand for that."
When Tom got back to the wireless room, Cattell, the operator, looked at the badge with a knowing smile.
"Stung, eh?" said he. "I thought you were on to Archer by this time."
"It"s always easy to jolly me," said Tom.
"That"s an old trick," said Cattell. "Don"t you know we won"t be in the danger zone until Monday?"
"I never thought about that," said Tom.
"You"re easy," laughed Cattell. "When we get into the Zone, you"ll know it."
And so Tom found, for early Monday morning, as he went along the deck on his way to breakfast, he noticed several persons wearing life preservers. They looked clumsy and ridiculous, and if the occasion had been less serious even Tom"s soberness must have yielded at their funny appearance.
As he pa.s.sed along he noticed members of the crew in the life-boats removing the canvas covers, and as these were taken off he could see that the boats were already stocked, each with a cask and a good-sized wooden case. A member of the crew patrolled the rope rail which shut off the guncrew"s little domain, and no one could trespa.s.s there now. From a distance Tom could see Billy Sunday fully revealed without any vestige of canvas cover, and the boys in khaki scanning the waters in every direction with their gla.s.ses. All day long this continued, and once or twice when he met them hurrying along the deck they hardly recognized him.
Cattell, calm as usual, sat all day at the instrument shelf with the receivers on, and ate his luncheon there. Tom forsook his berth, where he was wont to spend his spare time reading, and remained close to the telephone where open connection was kept with the bridge.
It was a day of suspense. Ship"s officers hurried back and forth with serious faces and looks of grave responsibility. Twice through the day the emergency drill was gone through, the boats occupied and vacated and the tackle tested, to the dismal voice of the megaphone on the bridge.
And as night came on the more constant callings of the lookouts from their wind-swept perches and the answering call through the darkness had an ominous and portentous sound which shook even Tom"s wonted stolidness and made him feel apprehensive and restless.
Not a light was there upon the ship as she plowed steadily upon her course, and little knots of people stood here and there in the darkness looking grotesquely ill-shapen in their c.u.mbersome life-belts.
Along the deck, as he came back from supper, which had been served behind closed portholes and with but a single dim light, Tom met Mr.
Conne sauntering along at his customary gait, with no sign of life-belt, but with his companionable cigar dimly visible in the darkness.
"H"lo, Tommy," said he cheerily.
Something, perhaps the tenseness which had gripped the spirits of all on board and affected even him, prompted him to pause for a moment"s chat with Tom. He leaned against the rail in the black solitude, his easy manner in strange contrast to the portentous darkness and rising wind, and the general atmosphere of suspense.
"Where"s your life-belt, Tommy?"
"I don"t want to be bothered with one," said Tom. "I"ll grab one if there"s one handy when the time comes."
"Ain"t you "fraid old Uncle Neptune"ll get you?"
"I"ve risked my life before this," said Tom; "I just as soon put one on, though," he added; "only I never thought about it."
"Hmmm," said Mr. Conne, looking at him sharply. "There was a fellow last trip put one on before we got outside Sandy Hook," he added.
"Why don"t _you_ wear one?" Tom asked.
"Me? Oh, I don"t know--I don"t think I look real well in a cork sash....
I bet you wouldn"t have your photograph taken in one of those things,"
he added, after a moment"s pause.
"Is Mr. von Stebel all right?" Tom ventured to ask.
"Oh, yes, he"s all right; but glum as a rainy Sunday."
"Did he have any papers?" Tom asked, encouraged by the detective"s agreeable manner.
"Well, he had a pa.s.sport. Of course, it was forged. He had a trolley transfer from Wyndham, Ohio, "bout a hundred miles west of Cleveland, and, let"s see, a hotel bill of the Hotel Bishop in Cleveland. He has a suite there, I guess. I"d like to rummage through his trunk. I tripped him up two or three times, enough to find that he"s got a lot of information about army places. Seems to have more of it in his head than he had in his pockets."
"You"ll take him back, won"t you?" Tom asked.
"Yes, or maybe send him back on the first ship across. They"ll turn him inside out in New York. I don"t believe he"ll leave you anything in his will, Tommy."
Tom laughed. "It would be bad if he got to Germany, wouldn"t it?" he asked. "I mean with all the information he"s got."
"It would be worse than bad," said Mr. Conne. "It might be disastrous."
He moved on, clinging to the hand-rail along the stateroom tier to steady himself, for the wind was rising to a gale and driving the sea in black mountains which burst in spray upon the deck, wetting Tom through and through as he scurried back to the wireless room for the night"s long vigil.
CHAPTER XXII
SOS
Bzzz ... bzzz, bzzz, bzzz...... bzzz ... bz, bz, bz, bz ... bz ... ...
bzzz, bz, bz ... bz, bzzz ... bzzz, bz, bzzz, bzzz.
"What is it?" Tom asked, standing in the doorway of the wireless room and looking at the black outline of Cattell"s form as he sat at the instrument shelf. He could hardly see Cattell for the darkness. It seemed darker, even, than it did out on deck. Some small object fell, and the sound seemed emphasized by the darkness.
"Huh, there goes my paperweight again," said Cattell; "it"s getting rough, isn"t it?"
Tom groped around and found it; then, standing, grasped the door-jamb again.
"I had to grab the hand-rail coming along," he said; "do you want to turn in?"
"No; I couldn"t sleep, anyway; I might as well be here."
"What was that you took?" Tom asked, as he clambered up into the berth and settled himself comfortably. He, too, could not sleep.
"Same old stuff," said Cattell; "_To the day._ They"re drinking each other"s health again."
"I got that a couple of times," said Tom; "what is it, anyway?"
Cattell reached out and pushed the door shut. "Must be pretty chizzly for those fellows up in the crow"s-nest," he said.
"Yes; it"s queer to hear them calling in the dark, isn"t it?"