TABLES TURNED--TWICE!
Herc, crouched within the stifling confines of the upturned packing
case, heard the recorded conversation with a sinking heart. After all,
then, he had been mistaken. Ned was not in the place.
Some casualty of which he had no knowledge had occurred and in the
catastrophe in some way Ned, his chum, his shipmate, had been drowned.
Right then Herc would not have given a straw for his own life. The
thought that Ned had perished, beat into his heart like a death knell.
Careless of what the consequences to himself might be, he was about to
declare himself and trust to his fists to fight his way to liberty,
when he hesitated.
Kenworth, he knew by this time to be a miscreant and perverter of
the truth. Was it not possible, then, that he had purposely aired the
report of Ned's supposed death in the hope that he (Herc) might hear
him and in a moment of desperation give himself up?
The theory, based on what the Dreadnought Boy knew of the renegade
midshipman, was at least tenable. After a moment's reflection Herc, now
that the first shock was over, found himself unable to entertain the
thought of Ned's death. It was impossible to believe that Ned Strong,
the resourceful, the brave, had perished as Kenworth had described.
If a weakling like the midshipman had escaped whatever disaster had
happened, it was incredible that Ned had not saved himself.
"Give me a leg up, Saki,--quick; I want to be the first to confront
that red-headed idiot."
It was Kenworth speaking again. Herc heard the others hoist more boxes
on the top of his pile and then came the sound of scrambling feet
ascending the wobbly pyramid.
"Oh, what a sell for them when they find the roof is empty," chuckled
Herc to himself. "I'd give a whole lot just to see their faces."
But with this reflection came another thought. When they found the
roof tenantless, would they not make a further search of the room?
Undoubtedly, and once they began turning things over, one of the first
things they would discover would be Herc.
Under certain conditions Herc's mind worked quickly. It did so now. A
sudden idea flashed into his head.
In a trice he had slipped out of his box and stood free. Kenworth had
already chinned himself through the window and Saki was following him.
In the room were only the spectacled Jap, the white man whom Herc had
observed enter the place earlier, and one or two other Japs and white
men, all hard-looking characters.
As Herc emerged from his box there came a shout from Kenworth on the
roof.
"Confound it all, he's not here!"
"Whoop-ee! No, he isn't; he's right here! Wow!" Like a human battering
ram, Herc charged at the pile of boxes. Crash! Bang!
The Dreadnought Boy's broad shoulder struck the wobbly pedestal like
the prow of a battleship.
"Look out for squalls!" he yelled, as the boxes, in a crashing
avalanche, came toppling down. The uproar was deafening.
Stricken temporarily to immobility by the suddenness of the whole
thing, the spectacled Jap and the others stood spellbound for an
instant as the red-headed youth, having demolished the pile of boxes,
came charging at them with his bullet head bent over like a young
bull's. As he rushed ferociously at them Herc gave vent to a blood
curdling yell.
"Wow! Whoop-ee! Stand aside for the human torpedo!" he bellowed.
Saki, who had been in the act of clambering from the boxes through the
window when the box pile collapsed, hung teetering from its ledge with
his feet beating a tattoo on thin air. He was howling piteously for aid.
But right then things were moving far too swiftly for anyone to pay the
least attention to the luckless Jap.
Herc's red head struck the spectacled Jap in the stomach and butted him
clean across the room. He fell jammed into one of the empty packing
cases and remained there, his legs waving feebly as though imploring
help. One of the hard-looking white men tried to intercept Herc as he
dashed for the door, but at the same instant he felt as if a tornado
had struck him and he, too, doubled up and went to the floor with a
crash.
From the roof came a loud shout from Kenworth.
"What the dickens----!"
He did not need to ask any more. One glance through the window showed
him what was happening in the room below him: showed him, too, that he
was marooned on the roof even as he had hoped to find Herc.
"Help me! help me!" howled Saki. "No can hold on much longer!"
"Confound you, this is all your fault," shouted Kenworth, beside
himself with chagrin. "Hey there! Kester! Vaux! hold that fellow! Don't
let him get away; it means all our necks in a halter if you do!"
The two men addressed attempted to seize Herc. But they might as well
have tried to capture a young hurricane. The red-headed lad's fighting
blood was up. As they tried to intercept him, he rushed them and
catching them both around the legs, he brought them down in one grand
smash.
As they fell, their heads bumped together with a noise like a pistol
shot.
"No more trouble from them," chuckled Herc gleefully.
The red-headed lad was beginning to enjoy himself. The Japs who alone
were left standing, were huddled in one corner of the room out of the
way of the "white demon with the head of flames."
"Any more?" howled Herc gleefully, and went charging for the door
leading into the dark passage. His plan was made. Once he gained the
front shop, he meant to force his way out to the street, if possible
through the locked portal. If he could not batter his way out there, he
meant to smash a window and run at top speed for the authorities.
But as he dashed for the door, there came a yell of dismay and the
noise of a heavy fall behind him. Kenworth, half through the window,
had been trying to assist Saki. But he lost his balance just as the
weight of the Jap came on him, and together he and Saki had come
crashing down to the floor of the room below.
Luckily for them, the two men that Herc had just attended to lay there
and their bodies broke the force of the fall. Not injured in the least,
owing to this--for him--lucky accident, Kenworth was on his feet again
in the wink of an eyelid.
As Herc's form vanished through the doorway, he drew a revolver and
in the insane fury of his rage, fired a shot at the Dreadnought Boy's
fleeing form. Herc felt the breeze of the bullet as it winged past him
and buried itself harmlessly in the wall.
"Blaze away!" he shouted. "In five minutes' time I'll have the whole
boiling of you in----"
The sentence was not completed. In the room he had left behind him, the
spectacled Jap, who had recovered his wits, had darted for a lever in
the wall. He pulled it toward him.
At the same instant, Herc felt the floor of the passage drop from under
his feet and found himself falling, falling, falling into a black
void, while fires and lightnings wheeled and darted wildly through his
confused brain.