"Thank you all, fellows," replied Hal, his eyes gleaming as he shook hands with all three of his Army comrades and with the friend from the Navy. "I"ll brace and fight every inch of the way. But," he could not help adding, wistfully, "I wish I could see how I am going to be able to clear myself so that not even a trace of a taint of suspicion can rest against any name."
The youngsters tried to make breakfast a merry meal, though they were not wholly successful. During the night, following the taking of the prize, Skipper Tom Halstead, it seemed, had been entertaining the four young officers left aboard the "Restless" with several exciting tales of his own wholly exciting life as a motor boat master. Most of these tales are already familiar to the readers of the "MOTOR BOAT CLUB SERIES."
"What"s Halstead"s home port?" asked Hal, rather absently, for, naturally, his mind was rather full of his own troubles.
"Some little place near the mouth of the Kennebec River," Prescott answered.
"Then isn"t he a long way from home?" asked Hal.
"Halstead often is a long way from home," nodded Lieutenant Holmes. "Not so very long ago Halstead commanded a yacht on the Pacific Ocean, and had some of his most rousing adventures at that time."
"It"s young fellows like Halstead, Joe Dawson and that queer genius, Hank b.u.t.ts, who are needed to build up the American merchant marine once more," Prescott continued.
Having been up all night most of the young officers were now glad to turn in for a few hours of sleep. Lieutenant Hal pa.s.sed a wretched day of it.
Toward four o"clock in the afternoon an orderly brought in the afternoon mail from the village. With the mail came two telegrams, one for Captain Foster and the other for Lieutenant Prescott. That latter young officer tore open his telegram eagerly, and read:
"Received, en route, your telegram stating you were ordered to Holmesville. Belle and I at once changed our route and are here at Holmesville, Eagle Hotel. Mother with us. Find you not here, and no troops here, and that we will not be allowed to join your command. What shall we do?
"LAURA BENTLEY."
"What a queer girl"s freak that was," murmured Prescott, and called Ensign Dave Darrin over to read the despatch.
"I"m afraid I don"t like that," muttered Dave, his brow darkening. "We"d better wire the girls begging them to get away from the border as soon as they know how."
"Who"s that you"re going to order away from the border, Mr. Darrin?"
inquired Captain Foster, coming up and catching only a few words.
"No one that we can very well _order_, sir," replied Darrin. "I may as well tell the captain. You see, sir, Laura Bentley and Belle Meade are the two girl sweethearts that waited for us until we got settled in the service. They were on their way West to Fort Clowdry, for both girls wanted a military wedding, and there was nothing of that sort to be had in the home town. So Prescott wired them, aboard their train, that he was ordered to Holmesville, and that I was going along with him, and that we"d be back at Fort Clowdry at the earliest moment. But the girls took it into their head to change their route to Holmesville. Maybe you can get away, d.i.c.k; in any case I"ll hire an automobile and get up to Holmesville as quickly as I can."
"I am afraid there may be some difficulty about your getting into Holmesville, or the young ladies getting out," replied Captain Foster.
"What do you mean, sir?" demanded Prescott, noting how serious was the look on the captain"s face.
"A few weeks ago, gentlemen, a mob burned a Mexican at the stake up at Holmesville. The Mexican was a worthless fellow, but of course an effort has been made to fasten the crime on the Texan residents of the town. As a matter of fact it is generally understood that the man lynched was burned by his own countryman as a result of some row among themselves.
But the Mexicans on this border are in an ugly frame of mind, just now, as the most disorderly ones are all behind the revolution that"s trying to get a start across the border. This telegram is from Washington, and informs me that the Mexicans have just turned loose at Holmesville.
There are hundreds of them; they have been drinking and are armed. They greatly outnumber the Americans, and they are at present trying to get the upper hand in Holmesville."
"Riot and killing?" gasped Lieutenant Prescott, while Darrin"s dark face went suddenly white.
"Yes," nodded Captain Foster.
"Then Prescott, we must get under way at once."
"You"ll find it quite hopeless," remarked Captain Foster. "No man owning an automobile will take you into or near Holmesville until the rioting stops. The War Department advises me to have all in readiness to despatch troops by the river in case the governor of Texas calls for the help of United States troops."
"We ought to start an expedition up the river at once," groaned Lieutenant d.i.c.k Prescott, thinking of his and his friend"s sweethearts in awful danger there.
"Unfortunately we can"t start troops," replied the captain, "until the orders come. There are as yet no orders, and may not be."
"Then I must get under way alone," almost moaned Darrin. "You, too, Prescott, if you can get leave by "phone from your commander."
"You can"t get an auto," replied Captain Foster. "You"ll have to walk, or go in saddle. Either course will take you nearly all of the night."
"But one of your boats, sir?" cried Prescott.
"You"re an officer, Prescott, and you must realize that I can"t legally release one of my boats from the duty here without an order or permission."
"And all the time Belle and Laura may be trying to hide from a blood-thirsty mob!" gasped Darrin in a frenzy.
"You stay here, d.i.c.k," broke in Greg Holmes. "I"ll run to the nearest "phone, get Captain Cortland at the other end of the wire, explain the situation to him and get leave to absent ourselves."
"But even at the best it will take hours to reach Holmesville," muttered Prescott, through blanched lips. "Oh, Dave, Dave, this is awful!"
"We"ll get there, somehow--at least I will," muttered Ensign Darrin, in a quivering voice. "If you don"t get leave within ten minutes, d.i.c.k, I"m going to start alone and try to run all the way to Holmesville. Captain Foster, you"ll loan me a revolver and two boxes of cartridges, won"t you?"
"Certainly," replied Foster, going into his tent and coming out with the articles named.
"I would like to make a suggestion, sir," broke in Lieutenant Hal.
"Go ahead, Mr. Overton," responded the captain.
"Why not send two men at once to the telegraph station? Order the telegraph office manager to remain open all night for military telegrams. If one comes, one of our men can start here at once on the run, leaving the other soldier to wait for a second despatch that may come in its wake."
"An excellent idea, Mr. Overton," and Captain Foster immediately sent two soldiers off on that errand.
"Sir, I request permission, if it can possibly be granted, to go with Darrin, Prescott and Holmes," broke in Lieutenant Noll.
"You may have that leave, certainly, Mr. Terry," replied Captain Foster.
"And I, also, Captain," broke in Hal eagerly, "since this affair involves the lives of the intended brides of two officers, and is most certainly a service affair."
"I fear you have forgotten something, Mr. Overton," replied Captain Foster gently. "You are now confined to camp, under charges."
Hal fell back, going suddenly white and staggering as though he had received a blow. In truth he had.
"I forgot," he a.s.sented wretchedly. "And, oh, this is hard, sir. I am wholly innocent of the charge, and yet of course you have no right to take my mere word. This, in the face of a desperate expedition that I want to join more than I ever wanted anything in my life as a soldier!"
CHAPTER XXII
SERGEANT KELLY"S FIT OF REMEMBERING
Holmes was back with the speed of the wind. Even before he reached the camp he waved his cap, shouting:
"It"s all right."