NEW ORLEANS—FIRST STOP
“There she rolls, Jack, old boy—the greatest stream in the whole
U.S.A.—I swan if she don’t look just as fine as when I glimpsed her for
the first time many years ago!”
That was Perk’s tribute on beholding the Lower Mississippi perhaps
thirty miles above New Orleans; he displayed almost as much enthusiasm
as those early discoverers did centuries back, when their distended eyes
took in the mighty sweep of the flood rolling down toward its junction
with the Mexican Gulf.
It was early dawn, and the fog bank had been dissipated by a fresh
breeze acting as advance courier to the rising of the sun. Jack, looking
toward the southwest could also see the object of his companion’s
exultation, and undoubtedly felt some of the same pleasure.
“When it gets a bit lighter we’ll have a far distant view of the city,
with its smoke cloud hovering over it,” he remarked, knowing that soft
coal and southern pine as used for fuel in the Fall and Winter seasons
always caused something of a pall to mark the site of the river
metropolis.
Perk reached around, and drew forth a case that on being opened
disclosed a pair of pretty decent binoculars, with which they had been
fitted out by the Washington authorities before starting on this
particular man-hunt, with an idea that they might prove most useful
sooner or later.
After clapping these to his eyes Perk announced that he could easily
pick up the goal of their flight from Candler Field; although the smoke
did act as a screen, through which it was not possible to see with
certainty.
Jack was now bringing out all the reserve speed of their ship—it was of
some consequence that they make a landing as early as possible, since he
had no desire to attract undue attention, and possibly have inquisitive
newspaper reporters to be asking pertinent questions as to whence they
came, what their identities might be when at home, and also concerning
the object of their coming to New Orleans. Secrecy was the foundation on
which they meant to build their plans; and from their previous
experience with those dare devils in the employ of Slippery Slim, too
much care could not be employed in order to mask their batteries.
So, too, as they approached the city Jack was dropping down to lower
levels; while on his part Perk skimmed the whole scene, looking for the
airport they knew to be somewhere within reach of their vision.
This being presently located he called his chum’s attention to the open
field, and in almost no time they were circling it, looking for the best
place to land.
Early though it was there were moving figures circulating around, while
some sort of ship was coming in from over the river—possibly one of the
air mail carriers from a distant station, it might be many hundred miles
away, fetching Uncle Sam’s important letter sacks, and worthwhile
express matter, at treble the speed that the fastest train could muster.
The landing was effected without the slightest difficulty, and hardly
had their boat come to a stop than a number of persons, most of them
connected with the ground force of mechanicians and hostlers, surrounded
the incoming craft, paying but scant attention to the air mail, which
dropped down almost at the same moment—that was a daily happening, a
following out of a regular schedule, to which they had become
accustomed; while the arrival of a mysterious plane might stand for
almost anything.
“Hold fast, Perk!” said Jack, as he took off his headphones, and raising
his voice to almost a shout, so deaf did he appear after a whole night’s
run; “don’t tumble out yet; and keep a muffler on your gab, for we’ve
got to let ’em take it out in guessing. I’ll soon see if the party we’re
expecting to meet is on hand.”
He still kept his helmet and goggles in position as he thrust his head
out of the cockpit, and raising his right hand with two fingers
extended, made a species of salute. A stout man, with a very red face,
and an air of importance, immediately pushed through the gathering
crowd, and answered Jack’s signal with a similar sweep of his hand.
“It’s okay, Perk—that’s our party, and he’s been watching for us,
showing he had my wire last evening. Get a move on, and we’ll soon be
doubling our legs under a breakfast table.”
“Glory be! but that will be a joy to me, old hoss!” Perk exclaimed;
“’cause I’m as hungry as a wolf, an’ the smell o’ coffee is apt to set
me wild. Go to it, partner.”
Jack was paying no attention to these vaporings, since it was a common
occurrence to have old Perk declare the bottom of his stomach was in
danger of falling out—he had met the red-faced gentleman and they were
shaking hands as they exchanged a few words.
“It’s all fixed, comrade,” he said to Perk over his shoulder, mentioning
no names lest suspicious ears catch them, and thus have a clue as to
their identity; “we’ll get a few of these boys to run our boat into a
hangar close by, which is waiting for us, and then cut out for the
city—and grub.”
This being speedily carried out, with the doors fastened securely, and
the two flyers began to hastily divest themselves of their working
“duds.” Before ten minutes had passed they were on their way in a taxi
the gentleman friend had brought out, with Jack and their host talking
at a great rate; while as for Perk he was looking out, and finding more
or less enjoyment in seeing new and novel sights along the road.
Perk having been well coached as to the necessity for caution, made it a
practice to snatch an occasional glance in their rear, looking for any
signs to indicate that their car was being trailed; but nothing at all
suspicious came to his attention.
Meantime Jack had learned that their new friend (whose name he already
knew to be Mr. Adkins) was connected with the Administration forces of
the United States District Attorney, having offices in the Government
building—that he had been secretly advised of their coming days before
receiving Jack’s wire; and was ready to give them all the information
possible concerning what had been learned in connection with the
wholesale operations of the man they had been sent out to cage, so as to
effectually remove the greatest menace that had threatened business men
of the Southwest in a decade.
In due time he would post them regarding all these important facts;
meanwhile they could take things easy, for there was no hurry, and the
game was of too much importance to allow lax methods. When they got good
and ready they could make a start, and after that everything must depend
on their ability to beat Slippery Slim at his favorite game of “dog eat
dog.”
He steered his guests to a certain restaurant where he knew they could
be well taken care of, and which turned out to be close to the hotel at
which they booked under fictitious names. Here Perk was given the
privilege of ordering just what he desired along the line of rashers of
bacon and fried eggs; cornbread with syrup; several cups of coffee taken
black; and to top off with, a Havana cigar such as he was not accustomed
to smoking, being addicted to the more friendly pipe habit.
There was no talk of shop while they partook of breakfast; such business
as they had to transact was of too delicate a nature to be discussed in
a public place, where strangers would be coming and going, and spying
eyes might be on them every minute of the time.
Later they gathered in the room at the hotel where, behind closed and
locked doors they felt free to confer in lowered tones.
Much had to be told, and numerous thrilling accounts brought out
connected with adventures experienced by other Secret Service men in
their efforts to round up the notorious gang—all of which had resulted
in absolute defeat for the Government agents.
Shrewd men some of these parties undoubtedly were, with a record of
numerous famous cases successfully carried through; but somehow when
they found themselves up against Slippery Slim Garrabrant they sooner or
later fell down on the job, and had to be recalled.
In fact, it was disclosed to Jack and his pal, two different agents were
never again heard from, after secret code messages had been received
from them to the effect that they were even then getting very close to a
great discovery that must end in the arrest of the malefactor—a dead
silence that had never been broken seemed to signify that they must have
fallen into some sort of fiendish trap, possibly meeting with a gruesome
fate that would be forever shrouded in blank mystery.
Mr. Adkins, watching closely as he narrated these uncomfortable facts,
was pleased to see that neither of his interested auditors displayed the
least sign of being disturbed, showing that they had long since
discounted everything along this line.