IN THE NIGHT
It was not a long march to the Cutlip home, and the Essex party reached
there some time before nightfall. Young Cutlip now whispered a word of
caution to Frank.
"My father will not like this," he said. "He is naturally a cautious man.
If he thinks I have given the alarm--am responsible for your being
here--it will go hard with me."
"Then he must not know it," said Frank decidedly. "Do you think he will be
home now?"
"Yes, sir; most likely."
Frank considered.
"Then I'll call a halt here," he said. "You can return home and we will
come later. In that way he will not know that you gave the alarm. But by
the way, when he sees us is he not likely to try and warn the enemy?"
"He might, sir. He is terribly afraid of submarines and men who control
them. He appears to think they are something supernatural. He believes the
crews of the submarines can whip anyone, sir. That is why he is likely to
tarry and give an alarm."
"In that case," said Frank, "we'll have to tie him up until the game is
over."
"He's my father, sir, and I don't want you to hurt him," said young
Cutlip, "but that would be the best way, sir."
"Very well," said Frank. "You run ahead, now; we'll wait here for an
hour."
He called a halt. Young Cutlip ran on ahead. Frank explained the reason
for the halt to Lieutenant Hetherton, who agreed that the lad had acted
wisely.
"No use getting the boy in trouble if we can help, it, sir," he said.
An hour later Frank ordered the march resumed. Young Cutlip had given
necessary directions and the party from the Essex reached the Cutlip home
without trouble. As they drew near, a man came to the door of the little
cabin that nestled in among a group of trees. Beside him, Frank made out
the figure of the boy who had given notice of the visit of some of the
submarine crew.
Frank motioned his men to halt some distance away, called Lieutenant
Hetherton to follow him, and approached the cabin.
"How do you do, sir?" he asked civilly of the big man in the doorway.
"What do you want here?" was the growling response.
"We're from a British destroyer out there," said Frank, waving a hand in
the general direction of the Atlantic, "and we are hunting for submarines
that have sunk a dozen or more ships off the coast."
"You don't expect to find them here on land, do you?" demanded Cutlip.
"Not exactly," said Frank. "But I have reason to believe that the crew of
one of the vessels has come ashore. Have you seen anything of them, sir?"
"I have not," replied Cutlip firmly.
"No one resembling a German, even?" persisted Frank.
"No."
"You are quite sure?"
"Quite sure."
"Think again, my man," said Frank.
"Look here," said Cutlip, "do you mean to insinuate that I'm lying?"
"I don't insinuate anything. I know you are lying. Hold up there!"
For Cutlip had taken a threatening step forward.
"A party of three German sailors from a submarine nearby were seen to come
this way," Frank went on. "You must have seen them. Now, if you are not
trying to shield them, tell me where they are."
"I don't know. I haven't seen them."
"Call a couple of men, Lieutenant," said Frank to Hetherton.
Hetherton raised a hand, and two sailors came forward.
"Once more," said Frank to Cutlip, "will you tell me what you know of
those men?"
"I tell you I don't know anything," answered Cutlip doggedly.
"Tie him up, men," said Frank briefly.
The sailors sprang forward and laid rough hands on Cutlip. The latter
protested vigorously with his mouth, but he offered only feeble
resistance.
"Now," said Frank to Hetherton, "we can't leave him around here for if the
Germans saw him they might take alarm. We'll have to have him sent back to
the ship. I guess those two men are big enough to get him there."
"Plenty big enough, sir," said one of them with a grin.
"Good. Take him back, then, and come back when you have turned him over
to Captain Templeton. Tell the captain to hold him until we return."
The man touched his cap.
"Aye, aye, sir," he said. Then to Cutlip in a rough voice: "March, now."
The three disappeared, Cutlip grumbling to himself and the sailors
grinning.
Frank turned to young Cutlip, who had watched these proceedings with some
disfavor.
"Now, my boy," he said, "we can get ready for business."
"They won't hurt him, will they?" asked the boy, pointing after his
father.
"They will not," said Frank. "Only keep him safe until the trouble is
over."
"All right. Then, I'll help you the best I can, sir."
"That's the way to talk, my boy. Now let me look around a bit."
Lieutenant Hetherton and young Cutlip accompanied Frank on his tour of
inspection. The lad found that the cabin was cuddled securely in a
miniature forest, or rather at one end of it. On both sides and in the
rear were a profusion of dense trees. Only the approach from the front was
in the clear.
"It's all right," Frank said. I'll throw my men around the house from
three sides, and when the Germans have gone in we can surround it
completely. If they come after dark, there is little doubt they will
approach from the front."
"And what shall I do, sir?" asked young Cutlip.
Frank turned the matter over in his mind.
"I am afraid I shall have to ask you to play rather a dangerous part," he
said at last. "You must be inside to receive them. If there were no one
there they might take alarm and run. Now, we'll go inside and see if your
father has complied with the enemy's demand."
The three entered the cabin. Inside, Frank made out several big sacks
scattered about the floor. "Potatoes," he said, and looked further. There
he also found an extraordinary amount of salt meats and a bountiful supply
of vegetables.
"Looks like your good father had been very busy," he said to young Cutlip
with a smile. "That's what the Germans will have the whole world doing for
them if we don't lick 'em."
"You're right there, sir," agreed Lieutenant Hetherton.
"Well," said Frank, "we'll leave these things as they are. It will help
divert suspicion from young Cutlip here when the Germans find his father
is not on hand. But I guess there is nothing more we can do now. Come,
we'll go outside."
Frank now saw to the disposition of his men. These, as he had decided, he
stationed on three sides of the cabin. He himself took command of the men
on the left, Lieutenant Hetherton commanding the right wing and a sailor
named Hennessy the left. A short time later the sailors who had conducted
Cutlip the elder to the Essex returned and took their places.
"Did he go along peaceably?" asked Frank of one of the newcomers.
"Well, he kicked once or twice," replied the man, "but he went along all
the same, sir."
Frank grinned.
"Just so long as you got him there," he said.
"Oh, he's there, all right," grinned the sailor, "but when I left he was
threatening to have the whole American navy down on us and hoping that
these German submarines shoot us to little pieces."
"I think we'll do most of the shooting, if there is any to be done," said
Frank dryly.
There was silence in the ranks after this, for it was now growing dark and
it was possible that the Germans might appear at any moment. Every man
strained his eyes as he peered through the trees.
Inside the cabin a faint light glowed. Young Cutlip was in there, playing
a braver part than could his father, doing his best for his country as
enemies threatened her existence. Frank smiled to himself.
"A nervy kid," he muttered; "yet, I wish I didn't have to use him. I shall
take especial care that no harm comes to him."
He grew silent.
In the distance came the sound of tramping feet--many of them. Gradually
they drew nearer and directly Frank could hear voices. Heavy, guttural
voices they were and the tongue they spoke was German.
Up to that moment Frank had not been at all sure in his own mind that the
Germans would return to the cabin, as they had told the Cutlips.
Nevertheless, here they were, and the lad's heart leaped high.
"They must be pretty close to starvation to take such chances," the lad
muttered to himself. "Wonder why they don't try a raid on one of the
nearby towns? Guess they don't want to stir up any more trouble than
possible, though. Well, we'll get 'em."
Frank peered from his hiding place. The Germans were in sight now, and
approaching the house four abreast.
"Four, eight, twelve, sixteen, twenty-four," Frank counted.
"That's not so many. We can grab them easy enough."
But a moment later additional footsteps were heard. Again Frank counted
moving figures to himself.
"Twenty more," he muttered. "Where on earth did they all come from? By
George! They certainly are taking a long chance marching around like this.
Well, the more we can get the better."
At the door of the cabin the Germans halted. Three of their number stepped
forward and went inside. This was not at all in line with Frank's plans,
and he realized now that the situation of young Cutlip, inside, was
dangerous in the extreme. Something must be done to protect him.
As the Germans went inside the house, the others, meanwhile, standing
guard, Frank gave the signal agreed upon, a soft whistle, like the call of
a bird of the night. The British began to move from their hiding places
and to draw closer to the Germans, standing there in the open.
"Well," Frank muttered to himself at last, "I guess the sooner we get busy
the better."
He sprang to his feet and leaped forward.