A BAFFLING DISCOVERY
"Somebody had to be in that hydroplane," Sandy mused. "They were there
to switch on the light, to turn the boat, and to set it on the new
course!"
Quickly he peered to the side and back, downward at the water in the
place where the first landing flare had settled into the water.
Just a little closer to their position, should have been the spot where
the clever miscreant might have abandoned the boat.
Sooner than that, Sandy guessed, the unknown person could not have quit
the hydroplane: otherwise the turning from shore would have continued
and the hydroplane, instead of proceeding in a straight course away from
land, would have swept in a wide circle, round and round.
"There's no life preserver in the boat either--so that's what the
mystery man used to swim away with--Mr. Everdail's jewels!" he added.
Straining his eyes, he peered, looking for a bobbing head, a round white
object supporting a body, as the flare died. Dick, arguing in much the
same fashion, stared from the other side of the fuselage and gave a
shout of elation.
"There!"
His arm pointed.
Sandy prodded Jeff, and quickly the pilot, much recovered, gave Larry
his instructions.
"Nose up--we're getting too low. Right! Now a right bank--not too steep.
Don't get excited. That-there lad in the hydroplane headed her outbound
and then took to the water. Now we're heading in--steady with that-there
rudder--don't try to jam her around--now she's all right. Level off and
hold her as she is."
Larry obeyed all instructions, doing the work as Jeff gave the order.
Larry was rapidly growing sure of his ability.
He fought down the excitement that wanted to express itself in hasty
manipulation of his controls and kept a steady hand and a cool brain.
Dick, scribbling hurriedly, passed a note to Sandy, who read it in the
light of the flash, and then passed both paper and light to Jeff.
Dick, recalling a wide, spacious cement-floored parking space at a
nearby bathing resort, had suggested "setting down" there. As he read
the note Jeff shook his head.
"Dangerous trying to land there!" was the note Jeff passed back as Larry
flew the airplane at just above stalling speed toward the shore. Dick
agreed. After all, there might be automobiles in the parking lines, and
the light might be bad for Larry. Even using a power-stall by which,
with the engine going and a flat gliding angle, the airplane could
settle gradually closer until it took the ground with hardly a jar, the
maneuver would not be safe, Dick admitted.
"Here comes another 'plane!" Sandy called out, taking the flashlamp from
Jeff again as the older pilot handed it back. "He's flying right after
us."
They all located the drone of the other engine.
"Steady, Larry!" Jeff cautioned. "Hold as you are. That-there is our
amphibian--and I reckon the boss is doing the control job."
The amphibian, as they made out its pontoon understructure, came fairly
close alongside. Its speed was almost identical with their own and at
first all four occupants of the land crate wondered who was in it, and
why.
"Signaling!" cried Larry, cutting the gun and turning to observe.
"All right, buddy," admonished Jeff. "Stick to your job. Sandy or Dick
will read the dots and dashes--if he's using Morse code----"
"He is spelling out something with his flashlight," Sandy decided, as he
saw short flickers and longer dashes of light while the amphibian kept a
course within close range but at safe wing distance.
"I've got it!" Dick passed forward his paper.
"'G-i-v-e r-e-p-o-r-t,'" Sandy read, and as he handed Jeff the note,
Sandy, using his own light, sent back the Morse code answer:
"Man swimming ashore with life belt."
Then, with the beam directed in the path the mysterious unknown must
have taken, he tried to show the occupant of the amphibian what he
meant.
Evidently the endeavor succeeded, for the amphibian dived, and took to
the water, while Larry, directed by Jeff, swept around in a circle out
of range if the amphibian rose unexpectedly, but within visual range of
its maneuvers.
Watching intently, his comrades saw that the amphibian kept on toward
shore in a taxiing course on the water surface.
A shout greeted the advent of an automobile on a shore drive. As it
swung around a curve, close to the water, its bright headlights fell in
a sweeping line across the water--and picked out a round, white dot
bobbing, vividly lit, in the rays.
The amphibian was headed directly for it.
It went close, just as the swinging lights swerved and were gone.
"Drop another flare!" shouted Larry.
Sandy caught and relayed the suggestion as they retained their swinging
curve.
With the glare from the dropped light picking out things in sharp
silhouette, they saw a man clamber out onto a pontoon and rescue the
floating prize.
"Now, I wonder if that is Mr. Everdail--or if it's somebody else?"
thought Larry, correcting for a tendency of the nose to fall away.
"Whoever it is," he concluded, "he can't get away. He has the life
preserver. But we have superior speed. And a good tankful of fuel."
He glanced at the gauge to reassure himself, made an almost automatic
correction of a wing tip, pushing up in a gust of air as he saw that his
surmise about fuel was correct.
There was no need for the concern that all four felt for the moment.
As soon as it got under way again and took up its climb, the amphibian,
coming to their level, showed its pilot holding up the life preserver,
as the flare still settled toward the water. In the glow they recognized
the triumphant, smiling millionaire.
The flight back to the landing field was without event. Larry made the
landing first, and his companions tumbled out to join the waiting
cluster of people while they all "took hold" to run the airplane out of
the way so that the spiraling amphibian, its wheels down, could shoot
the flare-lit field, and land.
"Here!" Mr. Everdail was triumphant as he threw the life preserver out
of his cockpit to Larry. "As I live and breathe, that life preserver
ought to be in a museum!" He grinned as he came to the ground. "That's
the flyingest life preserver I ever saw--first it goes joy-riding in a
seaplane, then in the 'phib' and now it runs off on the Sound and comes
riding back with me."
"Let's see what's in that-there!" Jeff urged. "That's most important,
right now!"
The crowd trooped into the hangar, where Larry, at Jeff's direction,
switched on the overhead electric lamps.
Close around Mr. Everdail, Jeff, Captain Parks and Miss Serena, with the
youthful Sky Patrol in their midst, the rest of the sailors, and most of
the house servants gathered.
"Somebody give me a good knife," ordered Mr. Everdail. "We'll cut this
thing to ribbons and get rid of all the suspense!"
Larry held out the round, heavy inflated "doughnut" as half a dozen
pocket knives were unclasped and held out to the millionaire.
Taking the long-bladed one Sandy produced, Mr. Everdail advanced.
"Hold on, sir!" Captain Parks stepped forward.
"What's the matter, Parks?"
"Son, turn that preserver over--let me see the other side."
Surprised, Larry did as he asked.
They all saw the captain's face assume an expression of disgust.
"That's not the life preserver from the _Tramp_," he grunted.
"What?"
"You know as well as I do, sir," the yacht captain turned to his
employer to answer his amazed cry, "you know that all the life
preservers have the yacht's name and port painted on them."
"And that's so, too," said the mate, advancing and backing up his
captain's declaration.
"No, sirree!" Captain Parks stated. "That's not the yacht property. It
hasn't any marks on it at all."
"Maybe it's the one off the hydroplane," Larry was dejected, but not
convinced that the life preserver was a strange one to all.
"Not that!" the mate declared. "It'ud be marked _Scorpion_. No, Mr.
Everdail, this is no life preserver we've ever seen before."
"Well, anyhow, I'm going to cut into it."
"Please, sir, do that!" urged Sandy. "I can be sure it's the one we
found in the airplane fuselage, anyhow--I remember that little rusty
stain in the cover."
"Cut," said Jeff, "but something tells me you'll waste time."
Sandy, Larry and Dick shook their heads, looking hopeful.
But Jeff was right!