NIGHT ENCOUNTER
The boys and Tom Woods squatted on the ground in a circle. They were
pretty well satisfied with their day’s accomplishments. There were a
few things yet left to be done. Paul, addressing the government agent,
said, “I guess it’s up to you now to decide what’s to be done next.”
Tom fingered his bearded chin, smiled, and replied, “Well I don’t know
about that. It seems to me that you fellows have done more to capture
and annihilate this gang of smugglers than I have.” He paused and mused
for a moment. “I want to tell you boys,” he added, “that I’m mighty
pleased with you. I’ve never come across a more lively, energetic and
smart bunch of boys than you are.”
There was an embarrassing silence. Wallace spoke up and remarked, “It’s
very nice of you to say that, but I don’t think we are any different
than other boys. We are about the average, and the average boy, if you
give him a chance, is a pretty lively chap and a nice person to have
around.”
“I’m glad to hear you say that,” said Mr. Woods. “Though, of course, I
don’t know whether you’re right or not. I hope you are. However, this
has nothing to do with the matter at hand. Paul, what do you think we
ought to do now. It’s getting dark and we have to work fast.”
Paul hesitated. “I suppose all those wooden cases and boxes in the cave
have to be removed?” he asked.
“Yes, of course. That’s very important.”
“In that case, we couldn’t do it tonight. In half an hour, it’ll be
pitch dark, and it would take more time than that to load the stuff on
the plane. Once it gets dark, you can’t take the plane off the ground.”
“Well, what’s your suggestion?”
“That we camp here overnight, keep careful watch and do everything in
the morning.”
“How about that fellow in the Bristol? You think he may come back here
for any reason?”
Most of the boys were undecided and Tom Woods did not express his
opinion but waited for the others to say something first. William
said, “I don’t think he will come back. He must realize that something
happened to his companions and that he will be awaited with open arms,
so to speak, if he returns.”
Tom asked, “Any more suggestions?” Pause. Silence. “I want you to
express your opinions because it’s very important. Although I have
already decided on what to do, you may bring to my attention something
I had forgotten to consider.”
Paul said, “Suppose you tell us your plan and if any one of us thinks
that it should be altered we will speak up.”
“That’s well said. My plan is to take my prisoner and the dead man in
the car and go down to the farm house. There I will pick up the other
prisoner, who is hurt and requires medical attention, and the other
dead gangster, and have the town police care for them. All of that
shouldn’t take me more than about an hour and a half to two hours. Then
I’ll return, spend the night here with you and tomorrow morning we will
finish our job.”
Ken said, “You can’t go alone. You will have two prisoners and—”
“I didn’t expect to,” interrupted Tom. “I was considering taking one of
you boys along.”
“The plan sounds all right,” spoke up Paul.
“You think you could hold the fort until I return?” the government
agent asked.
Several of the boys grinned and nodded. Tom laughed and muttered, “It’s
foolish to ask, I guess, but—”
It was decided that they would pitch camp for the night a short
distance above the cave. Ken went with Tom Woods, Bobolink was left
behind to keep a watch at the cave while the others returned to camp to
get their knapsacks and things. Just as soon as they returned, which
was in a little over an hour, William got busy preparing supper for the
boys, while the others went about attending to other things. Around the
campfire, Nuthin’ said, “Now that this thing is over, what are we going
to do next?”
“P-p-plenty of things,” answered Bluff.
“And this thing is not over yet,” added Wallace.
“You expect that guy to return?” queried Nuthin’.
“You can’t tell,” spoke up Paul. “He may or he may not. Most likely he
won’t. But then we have quite a bit of work for tomorrow.”
“Do you think we will be able to load all those cases and boxes onto
the plane?” asked Bobolink.
They all turned their heads in the direction of the plane but it
was too dark for them to see it. Wallace assured them all with the
assertion, “Of course it will.”
“It will be a mighty heavy load,” responded Bobolink. “Who will fly
it?”
“Who do you think?” demanded Nuthin’. “There is only one fellow who is
going to do it.”
They were all aware whom he meant, yet they were eager to hear the name
mentioned. The question was on the lips of each one of them, but only
Bobolink asked, “Who?”
“William, of course,” replied Nuthin’ with finality.
Soon Ken and Tom Woods returned. The boys hailed them and wanted to
know how everything went. Ken burst out, “You should have seen Chief of
Police Bates—I mean his face; it turned all colors as Mr. Woods told
him who he was and what it was all about. And his eyes—they almost
popped out of his head.”
“I can imagine,” interposed Jack.
“He wanted to send his whole police force to watch the cave over
night,” added Ken.
The boys laughed quietly. The government agent sat down in front of the
fire and stroked his beard as he laughed to himself. Ken continued,
“Well, Mr Woods assured him that we didn’t need any police protection—”
“Ha, ha, ha,” laughed the boys. “Police protection! Ha, ha, ha,”
laughed the youngsters and slapped each other on the back.
“—and,” continued Ken, “Tha we would take care of everything.”
“Absolutely!” exclaimed one of the boys.
“We most certainly will”—that from someone else.
Eventually the boys quieted down and they sprawled around the campfire
and talked aimlessly. The conversation turned to the airplane and
William was asked, “How does she fly?”
“Swell. Beautifully,” was the answer.
“If we only had a ship like that!” dreamed Bobolink.
Paul lay on his back and stared at the blue sky and the stars. “If!” he
muttered. “If! It’s like asking for the moon. That plane is worth at
least anywhere between twenty and twenty-five thousand dollars. More I
think.”
“Twenty-five thousand dollars!” exclaimed Bobolink. “Paul, you don’t
know what you’re talking about.”
“Why. You think it’s worth much more?”
“More? There isn’t so much money in the world.”
The boys laughed heartily; even Tom Woods enjoyed the humor of it. The
agent remarked casually, “Why, Bobolink, twenty-five thousand dollars
isn’t such an awful lot of money.”
“It’s plenty. Too much,” was the retort.
Again the boys laughed. The government agent said off-hand, “So you
boys would like to have a plane like that, eh?”
The boys stopped laughing and all of them sat up and strained their
ears. “What was that you said?” asked Jack.
Tom Woods smiled, “I merely asked whether you boys would like to own a
plane like that?”
Some of the boys grinned at the very thought of possessing such a
machine. William said, “We certainly would. It’s a beauty.”
“Well,” muttered the agent, “maybe I can fix that.”
Several of the boys cried out simultaneously, “How? How can you do it?”
“I don’t know myself,” replied the agent nonchalantly and rubbing his
chin. “I didn’t say I could or that I would. I simply said maybe.”
“Oh!” sighed several of the boys.
They felt the wind taken out of their sails and their possessing such a
machine remained a dream.
They lingered around the fire a while longer. Somebody remarked that it
was time to turn in for the night. Addressing the agent, Paul asked,
“Mr. Woods, do you think we ought to keep guard all through the night?”
“What do you think?”
“My opinion is that we should. We can designate now who is to be on
the first, second, third shift and so on and change guard every hour.”
“I don’t think it’s really necessary. I am pretty certain that that
pilot won’t return or any other member of the gang. But—” he mused,
“Of course,” he added, “we could do it just to be on the safe side.”
“I think we should,” spoke up Jack.
“How about it, fellows? Are you all agreed that we keep watch?”
“Yes, of course,” agreed Bobolink.
“S-s-sure,” stuttered Bluff.
“Certainly,”—that from Nuthin’.
“Who will take the first watch?” asked Paul.
“I will,” cried Nuthin’.
“The second?”
“I,”—that from Bluff.
And so on. As it finally turned out the boys were to go on guard as
follows: Nuthin’, Bluff, William, Wallace, Paul, Ken, Bobolink and Jack.
“You left me out,” interrupted the government agent.
“You ought to rest, Mr. Woods,” explained Jack.
“Well,” drawled the agent, “I guess I should. But don’t any of you
start shooting if I should come upon you to pay you a visit any time
during the night.”
Nuthin’ went on guard and the boys turned in for the night. They were
all rather tired and it didn’t take them long to fall asleep. Bluff
muttered sleepily as he was awakened to go on watch next. As soon as he
walked off, Tom Woods crept out from under his blankets, with the help
of some rocks and such things he formed the outline of a person asleep
and himself slinked out of camp so quietly that no one was any the
wiser.
Everything went along nicely and quietly until it came to Paul’s watch.
He sat on a stone and listened carefully to every sound, watching
intently for any moving shadows. Suddenly the dull echo of a pistol
shot shattered the stillness of the night. He jumped to his feet and
grasped firmer hold of the automatic in his hand. For several seconds
he debated what to do. He realized it would be foolhardy to do anything
himself. The wisest course was to awaken the camp. He sprinted to camp
but Ken and William were already up and pulling on their trousers.
“What’s up?” demanded Ken.
“What was that shot?” William asked anxiously.
“Don’t know,” Paul replied hurriedly. “Awaken everybody.”
Ken cried, “Wake up Mr. Woods.”
Paul ran to do so but, naturally, he did not find the agent.
The discovery so shocked him that for a moment he couldn’t speak.
Finally he regained his voice and shouted, “Mr. Woods isn’t here!”
By now all the boys were awakened and they came running up. They
saw the stones and sticks that the agent had used to shape a form
resembling a person. “Say,” cried Wallace, “what do you think this is
about?”
“What do you think he is up to?” questioned Nuthin’.
“You don’t suspect him of doing anything wrong?” William wanted to know.
Paul interrupted the argument and called for silence. “Never mind
quibbling, fellows,” he said. “Let’s see what we can do. We have to do
something.”
“Let’s all spread out and make a thorough search,” asserted Bobolink.
“That’s no good,” countered Jack. “Whoever fired that shot might fire
at any one of us in the dark.”
“Wait a minute, fellows,” called Paul. “Let’s first build a fire so
that the camp will be illuminated. Everybody, however, keep in the
background so that no one will be fired at. As for me, I have an
automatic. I’ll take Jack with me and we will go down to the cave and
investigate. Wallace, you have the only other revolver, haven’t you?”
The latter nodded. “In that case you remain here and shoot any stranger
who steps into the circle of the campfire. Everybody else stay out of
sight.”
He wheeled around on his heel and was on the point of proceeding when
he stopped dead in his tracks and stared at Tom Woods and another man
who was bound and gagged. The agent had the light of his flashlight
shining upon himself and his companion. All of the boys were shocked
into silence and rooted in their tracks. The government agent was
quietly smiling. Breaking the silence, he said, “You need not bother,
fellows.” Pause. “I am sorry I had to put one over on you.” Again a
short pause. “I have a visitor here; I hope you don’t mind.”
“B-b-but,” someone stuttered, and it was not Bluff.
“Never mind. I’ll explain everything. I heard Paul suggest building a
fire; I think it is a good idea.”
In a short while, the boys had built a roaring, blazing campfire. There
was no sleep any more so all the boys formed a semi-circle before the
spitting, burning logs. Tom Woods tied up his prisoner hand and foot
and removed the handkerchief from his mouth. “Hungry?” the agent asked
his prisoner.
The man shook his head and growled. Tom sat there placidly, his
revolver in his lap. The boys waited but the latter did not offer to
speak. Finally Paul ventured to say, “Do you, er, mind explaining the
mystery?”
The man grinned. “What do you want me to tell you?”
“You might start at the very beginning and save us asking you a lot of
questions,” Jack said.
“Well,” he began, speaking low and lazily, “I really had no idea that
he would show up. And by the way, this is the pilot.”
William and Jack nodded. They had suspected it, but were not quite sure.
“As I was saying,” continued the government agent, “I really had no
suspicion that he would return. But I figured that if he did take it
into his head to do so, what would be his object? He certainly would
not take it upon himself to rescue his friends. That would be foolish
and stupid. But if he still insisted on coming, he would have a good
reason for doing so. For example, he might want to get something,
something valuable. Then where would he go?”
He paused and waited for someone to answer. Jack did, saying, “To the
cave.”
“Quite right,” responded the agent. “Therefore, not wanting to take any
chances, I decided to guard the cave all night long. But I also didn’t
want to scare you boys in case one of you should discover that I was
gone. So I used the stones and sticks to give the impression that I was
still here and fast asleep.”
“But why didn’t you tell us?” demanded Wallace.
“I didn’t want you boys to be uneasy.”
He waited for more questions but none were asked. Jack said, “Do you
mind continuing?”
“There isn’t much left. He came and I nabbed him.”
Nuthin’ wagged his head. “But why should he come?” he asked. “Seems to
me that only a fool would do that, under the circumstances.”
“Yes, that’s right,” added Bobolink.
The agent smiled. “He’s really no fool and he had a very good reason
for coming.”
“What?” Several of the boys shot that question simultaneously.
“A big bunch of money. Maybe ten, fifteen or twenty thousand dollars.
Perhaps more. I haven’t counted it yet.”
“Where is it?”
“In the cave. I guess it is perfectly safe until morning.”
There was silence, some of the boys, especially Bobolink, trying to
imagine how much money twenty thousand dollars was. Jack asked, “But
how do you know he came to get the money?”
“That’s simple. I watched him until he found what he was looking
for and then I showed myself and told him who I was. And he very
courteously and promptly surrendered.”
“What about the shot?” asked Paul.
“That was his fault,” and the agent nodded in the prisoner’s direction.
“He accidentally discharged his gun.”
For some while the boys sat there humbly, silently thinking over Tom
Woods’ story. Paul rose, stretched himself and yawned. “Some night!” he
drawled. “I’m going back for some more sleep.”
All the other boys did likewise, except Bobolink whose watch it was.
And after him, Jack.
In the morning, Tom Woods took his prisoner to town and returned in
about an hour, carrying under his arm a small package. When asked what
was in the package, he merely said that it contained several sticks of
dynamite. But when pressed to tell what he was going to use it for, he
laughed and replied, “Wait and see.”
Instead of loading all the cases of guns and boxes of ammunition
onto the plane, the government agent had a truck come from town to
transport the load. It took the truck driver and the boys several hours
to cart all the cases and boxes from the cave to the truck. When it was
at last done, the agent called the boys together and said, “Now you’ll
see the purpose of the dynamite.”
He strung together the several pieces of dynamite, attached a fuse to
it and buried the bundle of explosives at the mouth of the cave; then
he laid out the fuse for about twenty feet and lit it. As he did so he
and the boys retreated some distance. “Why are you doing that?” asked
Jack.
“To shut up the mouth of the cave.”
“Yes, but what for?”
“To prevent anyone from using it again as those smugglers did.”
“But the rear exit of the cave will be available,” asserted Wallace.
“You boys stuffed it up, didn’t you?”
“Yes, but somebody is liable to find it.”
“They’ll have a hard time finding it.”
Jack asked, “It would be all right if we used the cave
occasionally—that is, using the rear exit, and closing it up when we
left, would that be all right?”
Tom Woods smiled. “As a matter of fact,” he drawled, “I had that in
mind when I decided to close up the front entrance to the cave.
Otherwise I would blow up the whole thing.”
Just then there was an explosion and the front part of the cave fell
in. The boys sighed and walked to the plane. They all climbed in and
William took the pilot’s seat. The agent relaxed in his seat and said
casually, “Now show me what a good pilot you are, William.”
The motor roared. William taxied the plane across and then lifted it
off the ground. Tom Woods leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes;
a deep sigh escaped from between his lips and he relaxed utterly, all
the tenseness and anxiety of these last days leaving him.