THE OUTCOME.
In the gray of the next morning the _Henry_, a squat, low craft of the
destroyer type, with three fat funnels, lay tossing uneasily on the
sweeping combers of the Atlantic some sixty-two miles south of Sandy
Hook.
She had lain there most of the night, using her searchlight freely.
But no craft answering to the description of the _Halcyon_ had passed
within her ken.
On the conning tower, Ned and Herc, for the twentieth time at least,
went over the last wireless they had received from the Secret Service
squad,--_via_ the _Manhattan_.
"Cruise slowly about off Sandy Hook. Sixty-two miles to the south
about. _Halcyon_ should pass out in early morning. Is painted black,
yellow deck houses, two masts, black stack amidships."
"It isn't possible that she has slipped by us in the night, do you
think?" exclaimed Herc, gazing anxiously about at the rolling waste of
gray water.
"Not likely. That despatch came only an hour ago. If we remain here we
are almost bound to intercept her."
"And if she does slip past us?"
"Then I'll keep after her, if I have to crack on clear down to the
South Pole," said Ned grimly. "I don't intend to let that gang slip
through my fingers!"
"I've got a few scores to settle myself," cried Herc. "When I think of
that cellar----"
He gritted his teeth and clenched his freckled fists. It would have
fared ill with any of the gang within reach of his hands at that moment.
"Well, let's go below to breakfast," said Ned presently. "The watch
will notify us of anything unusual."
"Breakfast!" scoffed Herc. "I suppose it will be the same as supper
last night. Business of eating with one hand while you claw on to a
stanchion with the other. Tell you what, Ned, these destroyers are too
lively a type of craft for me."
"They're just the type to overhaul those rascals we're after, and
that's good enough for me," rejoined Ned. "I wouldn't care if I had to
eat standing on my head just to get a chance at those fellows."
"'Use no half-way measures,'" said Herc musingly, repeating the
Secretary's instructions. "I guess we won't, Ned, eh?"
"Well, if they should happen to want trouble, they'll get all that
they're looking for," laughed Ned, as they descended the pitching,
swinging iron ladder that led to the cramped cabin of the _Henry_.
They had had hardly time to down some coffee and eat some bacon when
there came a report from the bow watch.
"Smoke to the north'ard, sir."
Breakfast was forgotten in a flash. Snatching up his binoculars, Ned
sprang for the iron ladder. Herc was right at his heels.
On the northern horizon lay a smudge of black smoke. For some moments
it was hard to make out whether it was receding or coming toward them.
But presently Ned, with a cry of delight, announced that the stranger
was coming due south.
Not long after, the strange craft swam into the field of vision of the
binoculars. Herc happened to be holding them on her at that moment. He
gave an exclamation of disgust.
"It's a yacht, all right, but not the right one."
"How do you know?"
"That description. I've got it by heart. Two masts, black funnel. This
fellow's got three masts and a yellow stack."
"Let me have a look at her."
"Go ahead if you want to; you won't see any more than I've been telling
you."
"Well?" inquired Herc, after a somewhat long interval. The yacht had
come closer now. She was being driven hard as they could see by the
constant cloud of black smoke that came rolling out of her funnel. The
crew of the destroyer, who in some mysterious way had some inkling of
the mission of the _Henry_, watched the oncoming yacht with as much
interest as their young officers.
"Well, what do you make of her?" demanded Herc, repeating his question.
"Hold on a minute! I'm studying her."
"Studying her! There's not much to study over. It's the wrong craft;
anyone could see that with half an eye."
"I'm not so sure of that. She's a funny looking tub. Do you notice
anything odd about her, Herc?"
"Not I; except that she isn't the craft we are looking for, confound
her."
"Well, there _is_ something queer about her. Notice that after mast. It
doesn't appear to fit, somehow, and that stern looks funny, too."
"Jove! now that you speak of it, it does look queer. Say, Ned, you
don't think they could have disguised her, do you?"
"I don't know. I've heard of such things. I don't want to make
any blunder, and yet that vessel looks to me as if she had been
thimble-rigged in some sort of way."
Midshipman Fuller, junior officer to the Dreadnought Boys, came on the
bridge. Ned turned to him.
"Mr. Fuller, what do you make of that yacht yonder?" asked Ned.
"She's a queer looking craft, sir. Looks awkward by the stern," said
the midshipman.
"Just what I think. Mr. Fuller, you will take the bridge."
"You are going to board her?" demanded Herc.
"Yes, there's something wrong about her. I wouldn't dare to take a
chance and let her get by."
"Bully for you," said Herc under his breath.
"Mr. Fuller, please have the boarding launch lowered with the regular
crew. The bow gun may be uncovered and when I give you the order, you
may fire a shot across that craft's bow. First, however, I'll signal
her to heave to."
The boarding launch referred to was a small power launch carried
amidships on the destroyer. The sea was rather rough for such a small
craft, but she was staunch, and Ned had no fear but that she would ride
the combers without difficulty.
In obedience to his command, a string of brightly colored bunting
presently crawled up the destroyer's military mast.
It was the signal to "heave to."
But the strange yacht showed no inclination to obey. She kept right on
plowing through the big seas with a crest of foam at her bow.
"You may fire, Mr. Fuller."
Ned's voice was perfectly calm; but Herc could hardly keep still. The
bow rapid-fire gun had been stripped of its waterproof cover and its
crew was "standing by." The order to fire came crisply.
"Let her have it across the bows!"
Bang! The gun barked out viciously. They could see the shot go
ricocheting off over the waves.
But the stranger kept serenely on.
"Give it to her again," ordered Ned.
Bang! Once more a shot whizzed across the recalcitrant stranger's prow.
It struck the water not more than twenty-five feet ahead of her.
"Concern 'em, that ought to stop 'em," growled Herc.
But it didn't. More smoke rolled out of the yacht's stack. Her speed
was increased, if anything.
"I'm certain now that we're on the right track," grated out Ned; "no
honest craft would ignore a signal like that."
Then a moment later he turned to Herc.
"Mr. Taylor, go below and sight that gun yourself. Let her have it
across the fore-deck. I'll _make_ them heave to if I have to blow a
hole in them."
Herc was nothing loath. Repressing a grin in virtue of the dignity of
his office, he took charge of the gun. He pointed it carefully and as
the destroyer rose on the crest of a wave, Ned gave the command.
"Fire!"
Bang!
The next instant an exultant cheer broke from the excited Jackies. The
foremast of the stranger toppled, and then in a tangled wreck, came
smashing down to the deck.
"Bull's eye!" remarked Herc coolly, flicking a powder stain off his
gloves.
"Stopped her, sir!" exclaimed Midshipman Fuller an instant later.
He was right. The last "hint" had been too strong to ignore. The
stranger slackened speed and lay sullenly tossing on the sea.
"Mr. Fuller, sir, take the bridge," ordered Ned, as he and Herc
hastened to board the little power launch that lay tossing alongside,
held off from crashing against the steel sides of the _Henry_ by the
stalwart arms of its crew.
Tossing like an eggshell, hurled dizzily skyward and then plunged
downward, the dory-shaped power boat rapidly skimmed the distance
between the destroyer and the yacht. Ned had ordered "side-arms," and
the crew of six was fully armed.
"Yacht, ahoy!" hailed Ned as they drew near and a uniformed figure
appeared on the yacht's bridge. "What craft is that?"
"The _Spendthrift_ of New London for New Orleans," came the reply.
"What's the matter with you navy fellows?"
"You'll soon find out," said Ned grimly. "Lay alongside, men. Be
prepared for a surprise."
An accommodation ladder had been lowered by order of the man on the
bridge, a stout, bearded individual. Ned was just preparing to climb
it, when there came a warning shout from Herc. The red-headed lad
pulled his chum back just in time to dodge a heavy iron weight which
some unseen hand had hurled from above.
The weight fell harmlessly into the water.
"It was a Jap threw that; I saw him sneaking along the deck," cried one
of the men.
"Hurrah! We've got the right craft, then!" cried Herc.
"What is the matter, gentlemen?" demanded the man on the bridge. He
appeared much agitated.
"The matter is that you will consider yourself under arrest," cried
Ned. "Remain where you are and order your crew forward."
"You take things with a high hand. Who do you think we are?"
"I don't know anything about _you_; but I know that this craft is the
_Halcyon_ with a faked stern, a false mizzen-mast and a repainted
funnel," retorted Ned angrily. "I shall hold you responsible for the
behavior of your crew."
The bearded man appeared to be about to collapse. In a feeble voice
they heard him order his crew forward.
"I call you to witness that this is a chartered yacht," he cried, "and
that I'm obeying your orders. I don't want to get into trouble with
Uncle Sam."
"I guess you're in pretty bad," muttered Herc grimly.
Without further opposition they boarded the yacht, which there was no
longer reason to doubt was the _Halcyon_.
As they gained the deck, some figures darted along it and vanished.
Headed by Ned and Herc, three of the men dashed after them. The rest
were left to guard the deck.
"That was Kenworth and Saki," gasped Herc as they rushed down the
companionway stairs and into the main saloon of the yacht.
Ned nodded grimly.
"We've rounded them up at last," he said drawing his revolver and
ordering Herc to do the same.
Slam!
Just as they gained the saloon, the door of a stateroom opening from it
was banged to. An instant later came the click of a bolt as it was shot.
"Open that door, Kenworth," cried Ned with perfect coolness. "You're
at the end of your rope."
Crack!
Ned dodged just in time to avoid a bullet fired through the panel of
the door. Desperate, with nothing to hope for but a federal prison,
Kenworth was fighting like a cornered rat.
But Ned's voice did not shake, in spite of the narrowness of his
escape, as he addressed the wretched man within the stateroom.
"Kenworth, it is useless to resist. Be sensible and give yourself up.
You are bound to be taken, and to try to stave it off makes it all the
worse."
Bang! Another bullet was the only answer vouchsafed. The missile fanned
Herc's ear and buried itself in the moulding of the saloon wall.
"I'll stand no more nonsense!" cried Ned sternly. "Are you going to
surrender?"
"Never. I'll die before I'll rot in a federal prison," cried Kenworth
wildly.
Ned turned to Herc.
"We've got to force the door," he said in a low voice.
"But, Ned, the man is half insane. Why not shoot him down from outside
here?"
"As if I'd do a thing like that! Come on!"
Right then the Jackies standing behind the two young officers beheld an
exhibition of pure nerve that they had never seen excelled. Ned raised
his revolver and fired through the top of the stateroom door where
his bullet would be certain to hurt no one. As he expected, it drew
Kenworth's fire.
Bang-Bang-Bang! came three shots. Ned knew that the cylinder of the
crazed midshipman's revolver must be empty.
"Now!" he shouted. "Stand by, men!"
Rip-p-p-p! Cr-ash-h-h-h! The door was carried clean off its hinges as
Ned and Herc rushed it. As it fell, the interior of the stateroom,
reeking with blue powder smoke, was revealed. Huddled on the bunk in
postures of abject terror were Saki and the spectacled Jap who had
caused Herc so much trouble.
[Illustration: Rip-p-p-p! Cr-ash-h-h-h! The door was carried off its
hinges as Ned and Herc rushed in.--_Page 296_]
In the center of the room stood Kenworth. His eyes blazed with a wild
fire and he flourished an empty revolver, while he yelled incoherently.
At the sight of Ned and Herc, the half insane man uttered a piercing
cry.
"I thought you were both dead!" he cried. "But you have risen from the
grave to confront me!"
He slipped another cartridge into his revolver, and Ned leaped forward
just in time to dash the weapon from the wretched renegade's hand. He
had turned the pistol on himself.
Within half an hour, Kenworth, by that time a raging maniac, had been
secured, and the two Japs in sullen silence had been escorted with the
renegade midshipman on board the _Henry_. A search of the _Halcyon_
revealed several men among the crew whom Herc recalled having seen in
the plotters' headquarters at Civic Island. Many papers and documents
which there was not time to examine just then were also recovered.
Ned placed three men in charge of the _Halcyon_ with orders to make her
captain follow him into New York harbor. Then he wirelessed news of his
success to the _Manhattan_ and received a warm reply of congratulation
that made his blood glow and his eyes shine. Herc, too, came in for
a share of commendation. With the congratulations, came orders to
proceed to the Brooklyn Navy Yard and see that Kenworth was placed in a
hospital, for he was no longer responsible.
* * * * *
It was two days later. The Dreadnought Boys stood facing the Secretary
of the Navy in the office of the commander of the Brooklyn Navy Yard.
What was to come, they did not know. They had not yet been relieved
of their command of the _Henry_, and they feared that the summons to
present themselves to the Secretary was for that purpose.
"Well, gentlemen," said the Secretary, looking approvingly at the two
spruce, smart, young officers, "I suppose that you have no wish to take
off those uniforms?"
"Naturally not, sir," returned Ned, for Herc was too embarrassed
to speak. "It is the finest uniform in the world and no one would
willingly doff it."
"Just what I think, Strong," said the Secretary, "and I'm going to
see to it that you do not change these uniforms except for those of a
higher rank in the service."
Ned's eyes grew dim. The room swam before him. He could hardly believe
his ears. But the Secretary continued,
"As I said the other day, both you young men have shown ability of
no common order, native qualities that cannot be inducted by Naval
Academies or colleges. I have therefore made arrangements to have your
present appointments made permanent, and you will, hereafter, by
special act, assume them with their rank, pay and dignity until you are
ready for the next step upward; and I promise you that I shall keep my
eye upon you."
"Mr. Secretary, I--we--that is--we don't know what to say, except to
thank you and assure you that it is the proudest moment of our lives,"
stammered Ned hoarsely in a voice that sounded to him faint and far
away. As for Herc, he stood like one stunned, his freckles coming and
going on his alternately ruddy and pale cheeks like pictures in a
kaleidoscope.
To relieve the situation, the Secretary changed the subject.
"After the maneuvers, you will be granted a furlough of one month. For
the present, you will retain command of the _Henry_ and will rejoin
the Red fleet with all speed. By the way, I may tell you that Kenworth
can never recover his reason. His mind is a total wreck. I suppose it
is charitable to attribute his treachery to his weakened intellect.
As for the Japanese spies, the government can only quietly see to it
that they are escorted out of the country never to return. I understand
that in Japan the life of a detected spy is not a happy one, so that
they will meet their punishment even if the government of this country
cannot inflict a penalty upon them. Against Rankin, of whose actions on
the _Seneca_ we know, we have proved nothing; but he will be watched."
And here, with the glory of their new honors upon them, we must say
"Good-by" once more to the Dreadnought Boys. The events just chronicled
are so recent that it may be some time before we can set down their
further adventures. The lads have been accepted most cordially by their
brother officers and are loved and respected by their men.
Success has not turned their heads and as officers they are proving the
same modest, self-respecting lads as ever. The Secretary and their
immediate superiors are keeping their eyes on the two young officers,
and ere long they will doubtless have further chances to distinguish
themselves.
But whether they are assigned to routine duty or to exciting,
adventurous cruises, the Dreadnought Boys will always devote
themselves, heart and soul, to the defence of one standard--the Flag of
their country.
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MOLLY BROWN'S SOPHOMORE DAYS.
What is more delightful than a re-union of college girls after
the summer vacation? Certainly nothing that precedes it in their
experience--at least, if all class-mates are as happy together as the
Wellington girls of this story. Among Molly's interesting friends of
the second year is a young Japanese girl, who ingratiates her "humbly"
self into everybody's affections speedily and permanently.
MOLLY BROWN'S JUNIOR DAYS.
Financial stumbling blocks are not the only things that hinder the
ease and increase the strength of college girls. Their troubles and
their triumphs are their own, often peculiar to their environment. How
Wellington students meet the experiences outside the class-rooms is
worth the doing, the telling and the reading.
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MOTOR MAIDS SERIES
Wholesome Stories of Adventure
By KATHERINE STOKES.
Cloth Bound. Illustrated. Price, 50c. per vol., postpaid
[Illustration]
THE MOTOR MAIDS' SCHOOL DAYS.
Billie Campbell was just the type of a straightforward, athletic girl
to be successful as a practical Motor Maid. She took her car, as she
did her class-mates, to her heart, and many a grand good time did they
have all together. The road over which she ran her red machine had many
an unexpected turning,--now it led her into peculiar danger; now into
contact with strange travelers; and again into experiences by fire and
water. But, best of all, "The Comet" never failed its brave girl owner.
THE MOTOR MAIDS BY PALM AND PINE.
Wherever the Motor Maids went there were lively times, for these were
companionable girls who looked upon the world as a vastly interesting
place full of unique adventures--and so, of course, they found them.
THE MOTOR MAIDS ACROSS THE CONTINENT.
It is always interesting to travel, and it is wonderfully entertaining
to see old scenes through fresh eyes. It is that privilege, therefore,
that makes it worth while to join the Motor Maids in their first
'cross-country run.
THE MOTOR MAIDS BY ROSE, SHAMROCK AND HEATHER.
South and West had the Motor Maids motored, nor could their education
by travel have been more wisely begun. But now a speaking acquaintance
with their own country enriched their anticipation of an introduction
to the British Isles. How they made their polite American bow and
how they were received on the other side is a tale of interest and
inspiration.
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MOTOR CYCLE SERIES
Splendid Motor Cycle Stories
By LIEUT. HOWARD PAYSON.
Author of "Boy Scout Series."
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THE MOTOR CYCLE CHUMS AROUND THE WORLD.
Could Jules Verne have dreamed of encircling the globe with a motor
cycle for emergencies he would have deemed it an achievement greater
than any he describes in his account of the amusing travels of Philias
Fogg. This, however, is the purpose successfully carried out by the
Motor Cycle Chums, and the tale of their mishaps, hindrances and
delays is one of intense interest, secret amusement, and incidental
information to the reader.
THE MOTOR CYCLE CHUMS OF THE NORTHWEST PATROL.
The Great Northwest is a section of vast possibilities and in it the
Motor Cycle Chums meet adventures even more unusual and exciting than
many of their experiences on their tour around the world. There is not
a dull page in this lively narrative of clever boys and their attendant
"Chinee."
THE MOTOR CYCLE CHUMS IN THE GOLD FIELDS.
The gold fever which ran its rapid course through the veins of the
historic "forty-niners" recurs at certain intervals, and seizes its
victims with almost irresistible power. The search for gold is so
fascinating to the seekers that hardship, danger and failure are
obstacles that scarcely dampen their ardour. How the Motor Cycle Chums
were caught by the lure of the gold and into what difficulties and
novel experiences they were led, makes a tale of thrilling interest.
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BOY SCOUT SERIES
BY
LIEUT. HOWARD PAYSON
MODERN BOY SCOUT STORIES FOR BOYS
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The Boy Scouts on the Range.
Connected with the dwellings of the vanished race of cliff-dwellers was
a mystery. Who so fit to solve it as a band of adventurous Boy Scouts?
The solving of the secret and the routing of a bold band of cattle
thieves involved Rob Blake and his chums, including "Tubby" Hopkins, in
grave difficulties.
There are few boys who have not read of the weird snake dance and
other tribal rites of Moquis. In this volume, the habits of these fast
vanishing Indians are explained in interesting detail. Few boys' books
hold more thrilling chapters than those concerning Rob's captivity
among the Moquis.
Through the fascinating pages of the narrative also stalks, like a grim
figure of impending tragedy, the shaggy form of Silver Tip, the giant
grizzly. In modern juvenile writing, there is little to be found as
gripping as the scene in which Rob and Silver Tip meet face to face.
The boy is weaponless and,--but it would not be fair to divulge the
termination of the battle. A book which all Boy Scouts should secure
and place upon their shelves to be read and re-read.
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Transcriber's Notes:
Italics are represented using _underscores_.
Some inconsistent hyphenation has been retained from the original (e.g.
"foredeck" vs. "fore-deck").
Frontispiece caption, moved comma inside quotes.
Page 22, removed duplicate "the" from "the book was instructive as well
as interesting."
Page 178, changed single to double quote after "Can you anyways recall
jes' what happened las' night?"
"Dreadnought Boys Series" ad, corrected "Areo Service" to "Aero
Service" in plot summary.
"Girl Aviators Series" ad, corrected "terrestial" to "terrestrial" and
"abiltity" to "ability."
"Molly Brown Series" ad, corrected "SOPHMORE" to "SOPHOMORE."