SIGHTING THE ENEMY
"You can count on me, sir," declared Captain Jack Benson, eagerly.
"I can count on every one of you submarine boys, can't I?" asked Major
Woodruff, thoughtfully.
"You can count on us," declared Benson, earnestly, "as though every one
of us were sworn into the service and had a record of being tried and
tested!"
In an instant after speaking the submarine boy realized that this must
have had a boastful sound. So he added, quickly:
"Please don't suspect me, Major, of being a braggart. But Hal, Eph and
I have always taken our work with seriousness. We have always acted
just as though the Flag depended upon us for its protection. We have
the desire, every minute of our lives, to be great Americans--that is,
great in our devotion to the Flag, even if we cannot be great in deeds."
"By Jove, I believe you!" cried Major Woodruff, reaching forward and
clasping Jack's hand tightly in his own.
The major went on heartily:
"No, no, Benson, I don't consider you boastful. You're talking the way
I heard some youngsters talk when I was a boy. It's refreshing and
encouraging to hear you talk that way. Do you know, boy, when we older
fellows sometimes get to thinking of the country's past glories, we
wonder whether the boys of to-day are going to make such men as have
carried the United States of America forward in the past? The thought
makes us solemn and anxious. I suppose every man who is grown and on
toward middle life has always, in every generation, wondered whether
boys were as serious and dependable, as staunch and loyal as the boys
of the day before yesterday. Look here, lad!"
Major Woodruff rose, stepping to the door aft and throwing it open. The
stern of the tug was visible. From the pole that slanted out over the
stern, hung the Stars and Stripes.
"You don't need to glance at that fine old bit of bunting more than a
second, lad," continued the major, "before you feel all that it can ever
make you feel. In your case, I believe the sight of the Flag is always
an inspiration to you. I pray it is so with every boy who grows up in
this country. But is it?"
Standing there before the Flag, Jack quietly doffed his cap.
"Thank you, Benson," acknowledged the major, also doffing his own cap.
Then, closing the door, Major Woodruff stepped back to the table on
which lay chart and book.
"This chart, Benson, shows what the rascal Millard, has been doing out
on the neck. This book proves that he has been at work at some other
points. The book doesn't tell much of the story, though. Of that I
am certain. Millard, if he has been at work long, has compiled other
notes in other written volumes. If so, then he has also made other
charts of our coast defenses. For what other government has he thus
marked a series of charts with our secrets? And has Millard succeeded
in getting other charts, and other books of notes, off to the foreign
government he is serving--or has he them hidden somewhere in this
country, awaiting his chance to take the results of his spying out of
the United States?"
"I wish I knew!" muttered Jack.
"I'm coming to the point," continued Major Woodruff, briskly. "Now, of
course, when we discover evidence that spies of other governments are at
work along our lines of national defenses, the first thing we try to do
is to catch these foreign agents and all the material they have
succeeded in getting together."
Major Woodruff, who was becoming considerably excited, paused to light
a cigar, ere he continued, more slowly:
"Now, you and your two friends, Benson, know this fellow Millard. You
will spot him instantly, wherever you go. I shall communicate with
Washington, at once, by means of a telegram in cipher. The War
Department will order me to use all speed in catching Millard, and in
finding out where he keeps his other stolen records. Men and money will
be used in running down this fellow. Yet you and your two chums should
be in the front ranks of pursuit, for you will know him the instant you
lay eyes on him."
"You want me to take my friends ashore, then, Major, and lay the
'Spitfire' up?"
"By no means," answered Major Woodruff, decisively. "In reality
operations will be suspended at this point until we have run Millard
down. Yet we must have the appearance of being as busy as ever. The
submarine will hover about, and this tug will be busy, apparently, in
laying the bay with mines. You have a fourth man on your boat?"
"Yes, sir; Williamson, the machinist."
"Can he run the engines all right?"
"As well as any of us, Major."
"Then I will put aboard a man who can steer. Thus the 'Spitfire' will
be seen moving about the bay, and apparently at work. I'll also put
aboard a guard of a sergeant and three or four soldiers of the engineer
corps, and they'll guard that boat from harm with their lives. That
will leave all three of you young officers of the 'Spitfire' free for
shore duty."
"It will, Major. And now, sir, what is that shore duty to be?"
"Simply to locate Millard. He may be at one of the hotels in Radford."
Radford was the busy, important little port four miles farther up the
bay.
"He's likely to be somewhere in Radford, anyway," nodded young Benson.
"Wherever the fellow is found, he must be seized at once," continued
Major Woodruff, warmly. "Any policeman will seize him on your request.
I will give each of you three a written statement that you have been
asked to locate Millard and have him arrested. If you run across
Millard anywhere, turn him over to a policeman, then show my written
authorization. On that the police authorities will hold the scoundrel
and notify the military authorities. Then, once we have Millard out at
Fort Craven, securely under lock and key, by authority from Washington,
we will make every effort under the sun to locate his charts and
notebooks."
"Why, the work you want us to do is going to be easy enough," murmured
Captain Jack.
"It is going to be easy, if you succeed in finding the fellow, and in
turning him over to a policeman," replied Major Woodruff. "And, by the
way, I have just remembered that Lieutenant Ridder, of the engineer
corps, reported last night from a former station in the West. No one
around here will know him. Good enough! I'll have Ridder get into
citizen's clothes and go about with you three. He can give you
instructions on any point about which you're in doubt."
"We ought to run that rascal down, sir," answered Jack Benson, rising.
"Unless--"
"Unless what, Benson?"
"Why, sir, unless he's more clever than a rascal usually succeeds in
being. I haven't lived so very long, Major Woodruff, but, from what
little I've seen of the world, it has struck me that the cleverest
scoundrels are always just a little less smart, in the end, than the
average of honest men."
"I hope you'll prove it, in this case," replied the major. "And now, to
signal your boat. We'll run both craft in at the ordnance dock at Fort
Craven."
A couple of miles away Eph Somers was slowly running the submarine back
and forth over the water in seeming aimlessness. In response to sharp
blasts from the whistle of the Army tug, the "Spitfire" was seen to
turn and head for the tug.
"Mr. Somers, you will follow in our wake," shouted Major Woodruff, when
the two craft were within hailing distance of each other. "We will
show you where to make fast at the ordnance dock."
"Very good, sir," Eph responded, with a salute.
A little later in the forenoon both boats docked at the water front of
Fort Craven.
"You'll come up to my quarters, now, and meet Lieutenant Ridder,"
announced the Major, when he had gathered the submarine boys together,
and when Jack had given necessary explanations to Williamson.
"You may not see us again, for a few days," Jack informed the machinist,
in winding up.
"That won't surprise me so very much, either," laughed the machinist.
"Things are always happening, where you are, and mysteries have ceased
to puzzle me."
"Have you young men ever been on a military post before?" inquired
Major Woodruff, as he led them up from the dock.
"Never sir," replied Jack. "We have seen considerable of Navy life, but
this is the first time we've ever been at a fort."
"You don't see much about this place, do you," laughed the engineer
officer, "that makes you think of a fort?"
"Not much," Benson admitted.
"Yet we have a fighting plant here that could prevent a big fleet,
indeed, from getting far up the bay at the important cities beyond.
That is," Woodruff continued, thoughtfully, in a low voice, "if the
enemy, in advance of his coming here, doesn't know all about our defenses
through the work of spies."
Just at the point near the dock, Fort Craven looked not unlike the yard
of a big factory plant. Wagons going and coming constantly heightened
this effect. Beyond, past the plain, on one side, Major Woodruff
pointed out the barracks of the Coast Artillery, of the Engineers
soldiers, and of the Infantry. There were also laborers' quarters,
several office buildings, a hospital, a chapel, and two streets of
cottages that served as quarters for the officers stationed at Fort
Craven.
It was into one of these officers' streets that Major Woodruff soon led
his three young companions. Admitting the boys to his home, the major
took them to the library on the ground floor.
"Now, I'll telephone for Lieutenant Ridder to come over in citizen's
dress," announced the major. "At the same time, I must advise Colonel
Totten, who is commander of the post. He may come over here, or he may
order us all over to headquarters."
Colonel Totten elected to come over to the major's quarters. He arrived
just after Lieutenant Ridder, who proved to be a rather boyish looking
young man, not long out of West Point.
The plans were quickly laid by which Lieutenant Ridder was to take an
automobile up to Radford, going to one of the hotels and registering.
Jack and his two chums were to make the journey in another auto. They
would go to still other hotels, perhaps to three different ones. At any
moment when instructions were needed, any one of the three could call up
Lieutenant Ridder on the telephone.
In addition, Major Woodruff gave each of the three submarine boys a
written and signed authorization for them to call upon the police to
seize Millard, if found, and hold the fellow for the United States
military authorities.
"Now, you young men may start for Radford," continued the major.
"Colonel Totten and I will busy ourselves with the despatches that must
be sent to Washington about this affair. But I trust, lads, you will
not fail to realize the importance of prompt success."
"It's a special duty to the Flag, sir," Captain Jack answered, simply.
The automobiles were waiting outside. Lieutenant Ridder was given a
three minutes' start. Then the submarine boys followed after, in a
second car.
As Radford was but four miles distant from the post the trip was not to
be a long one.
"This is the sort of job that has me by the ears," glowed Eph Somers,
enthusiastically. "I won't be selfish enough to say I hope to be the
fellow to catch Millard. But, if he does stray my way, I hope I won't
be idiot enough to let him slip through my fingers."
"I don't care if Lieutenant Ridder is the one who nabs him," remarked
Hal, coolly. "All that I'm particular about is to see this foreign
agent nabbed before he succeeds in getting any information out of the
country."
The car that bore the boys was soon driving through the streets of
Radford. Jack held in his hand a list of the better grade and
middle-class hotels that Colonel Totten had given him.
"Which hotel are we going to first?" asked Hal.
"I don't know," uttered Jack, suddenly, sharply. "I know what I'm going
to do, however."
Leaning slightly forward the young submarine captain prodded the
chauffeur lightly, twice, in the back--a signal that had been agreed
upon at need.
In response, the chauffeur ran the car slowly in at the curb.
Captain Jack, opening the tonneau door, was quickly out on the sidewalk,
without any need having risen for wholly stopping the car, which then
shot forward again.
"Now, what on earth was that for?" demanded Eph Somers, as the car
sped on.
"Don't look back," replied Hal.
"Why not?"
"Well, a certain party would see you looking at him."
"Who?"
"Why, Jack had the good luck to see Millard going along on the sidewalk.
We've just passed the fellow!"
"Are we going to nab him?" demanded Somers, breathlessly.
"You'll have to leave that decision to good old Jack," chuckled Hal
Hastings. "He's out there, dogging Millard from the rear. It's Jack
Benson's affair just at this moment."
It was mighty hard for Eph to refrain from looking back. But he
restrained his curiosity.