SCUTTLED
A modicum of truth had been included in Ramon Ganza's recital of
falsehoods during his interview with those on board the yacht. The
outlaw was really in a tight place and only by forcing, in some way,
the capture of the yacht could he hope to escape in a manner at all
agreeable to his requirements.
By this time he was fully aware of the situation that confronted him.
The flying-machine, if it encountered no accident, would reach the
mainland and secure assistance for the stranded Americans. Perhaps it
was true that President Madero would send a warship to capture him.
Like most fugitive criminals, he had an exaggerated idea of his own
importance. In any event he must abandon his island kingdom and seek
another hiding place. His first intention--to make everyone of these
intruders prisoners and subjects, so they could not betray him--was
frustrated by the escape of the two in the aëroplane. It would be
useless to capture the others when these two had already carried the
news to the authorities who were seeking him.
Two courses of procedure were, open to Ganza. One was hastily to outfit
his sixty-foot launch and run it to the South Pacific in search of some
other island that was uninhabited, taking with him enough men and women
to start a new colony. The other was to capture the yacht, put his most
cherished possessions on board and then make off in it before any help
could arrive from the mainland. The first was by far the most sensible
course, but the beauties of the _Salvador_ had so enraptured him and he
was so well aware of the value a yacht would prove to him that he could
not bring himself to abandon the idea of securing it until the last
moment of grace had arrived.
This led him to consider how much time remained to him in which to
carry out his intentions. He figured that at least thirty-six hours
must elapse before any ship could possibly arrive. It was unlikely
that the messengers would find a ship prepared to sail at a moment's
notice, and therefore three or four days might pass before he would be
disturbed by any outside foe.
Ramon had hoped to frighten the Americans into surrender and therefore
had arranged the little drama so lately enacted; but the finale had
disappointed him. There was no mine planted beneath the yacht, but he
had instructed one of his men to answer to his call, no matter what
name he cried out, and to make the statement to the Americans which
he had so cleverly invented. He made a mistake in thinking the flag
of truce would protect him, for these strangers were not so simple as
he had believed; so he had been forced to attempt a desperate escape,
which succeeded because it was so bold and unexpected.
Recovering his breath as his white flannels dried upon the rocks, Ramon
Ganza carefully considered his next move in the game. The yacht was a
glorious prize. He must certainly have it for his own. The people on
board seemed unequal to a successful defense. There might be half a
dozen determined men among them, but the rest were women and cowards.
He laughed as he recalled Mr. Tupper's terror at his threats.
The outlaw decided to carry the ship by assault. A night attack would
be best. As soon as Francisco returned with the launch he would call
his men together and instruct them what to do. Being informed of every
movement on the part of the besieged, Ganza was aware that three people
had escaped in the small launch to the bluff where the flying-machine
lay. As soon as he discovered that the tent was gone he had dispatched
Francisco with two men to capture the three, or as many as he could
find. When the aëroplane ascended Ganza watched it carefully and
decided it contained but two people; therefore Francisco would find the
other and presently return.
But Francisco failed to put in an appearance, to his master's great
annoyance. That old tub of a launch was precious to him, for if all
else failed he must use it to make good his escape. Also he needed the
three men to assist in boarding the yacht in the night attack. His men
were unarmed, while the yacht's crew seemed well provided with weapons
of defense.
As the day wore on he considered sending the rowboat to search for
Francisco's party, but decided not to risk it. Of course Francisco
would come, in time; doubtless he was delayed because he experienced
difficulty in capturing his man.
Evening came, but no Francisco. Ramon Ganza was perplexed; he was even
somewhat troubled. He must defer the attack until the launch arrived,
for he intended to use it to carry his men to the side of the yacht.
His plan was to have the launch run up to one side and make a noisy
attack, to create a diversion and concentrate the attention of those on
board, while he and a party of picked men stole silently to the other
side in the rowboat, climbed to the deck and overcame all who opposed
them. The bow was too high to scale, where it rested on the beach; the
attack must be made near the stern, which sat low in the water.
Therefore the launch was quite necessary, as were the three men
who were absent with it, so Ramon was angry with Francisco for not
returning more promptly.
The outlaw paced up and down the rocks in the starlight and cursed his
dilatory lieutenant most heartily.
But the launch was coming. In fact, two launches were coming to the bay.
As soon as night had really settled down, Mr. Radley-Todd quit loafing
and suddenly became active. He carried his trussed and helpless
prisoners, one by one, to the small launch and laid them gently along
the bottom. He had already, during the afternoon, waded out to the
larger launch of Ganza, bored a large hole in its bottom and then
stopped the inrushing water with a plug. He chuckled while doing this,
being greatly pleased by what he called his "foxy plan to fool the
pirate."
With his prisoners aboard, the boy shoved the _Salvador's_ launch into
the water and cautiously paddled it between the rocks and to the side
of the big launch, to which he attached it by means of a rope.
"I think I shall gag you boys, as you suggested," he said to the
prisoners, who by this time had become sullen and decidedly unfriendly.
"No!" cried Francisco, partly in anger and partly in fear; "it is not
necessary. We know what to do."
"Will you promise not to cry out and attract Ramon's attention?"
"We swear it!" they all cried eagerly.
"Then I think I shall gag you. Not because I doubt your word but
because I've whittled out three lovely gags and I'm anxious to see how
they work."
They began to protest vigorously at such unkind treatment, but Chesty
gagged them, by turns, and they were effectually silenced.
"You boys are splendid actors," he told them, admiringly, "and you
are performing your parts with great credit to us all. No one would
guess this was your plan, would he? Ramon least of all. If we are not
captured, you will make an important addition to our party on the
yacht. If we are, you will lie gloriously to Ramon and say I sneaked up
behind you and sandbagged all three before you saw me. Eh? Never mind
answering, for you can't."
As he spoke, Chesty climbed into the big launch and started the
engines. They grumbled and refused to act, at first, but finally
overcame their reluctance and the boat chug-chugged on its way to the
south bay, making such a racket that the owls thought it was defying
them and redoubled their frantic screeches.
"Ramon will be certain to hear me coming," reflected the boy as the
boat swept on. "He's a clever scoundrel, that Mexican; exceptionally
clever; but if he guesses this riddle he's a wizard."
He kept the launch well out from the shore and as it approached the
points of rock behind which the yacht lay hidden he set the steering
wheel to carry the boat a couple of hundred yards past the entrance to
the bay, lashing it firmly in place. Then, while the engines continued
their monotonous "chug-chug," he pried the plug out of the bottom of
the boat, crept aboard the _Salvador's_ launch and unfastened the rope,
cutting the two craft apart. The big launch quickly forged ahead and
Chesty sat down and let the smaller boat drift peacefully where it lay.
Ramon Ganza had heard his boat coming, as Chesty had intended he
should. Greatly relieved, but still angry with Francisco, he ran as far
out upon the point as the rocks would permit and peered through the
starlight to catch sight of the approaching launch.
Presently it appeared, making good time, the old engines working
steadily and doing their full duty. But it did not turn into the bay,
for some extraordinary reason; instead, it kept straight on and headed
for some indefinite point out at sea.
"Francisco!" shouted Ganza, in a rage; "Francisco--villain--fool! What
are you doing? Wake up, Francisco! The idiot is asleep."
As the precious launch did not halt, the outlaw ran along the shore,
following its track and shaking his fist at the perverse Francisco
with vengeful energy. Most of his men, attracted by their chief's
excitement, left their posts to join him on the shore; the others gazed
wonderingly in the direction of the disappearing launch.
Meantime, Chesty Todd cautiously paddled his little boat into the bay,
crept to the side of the yacht and uttered a low whistle--the signal
agreed upon. Those on board, who had been interested in Ramon's shouts
and suspected something was about to happen, lost no time in lowering
the davits and Chesty promptly attached the grappling hooks. A few
moments later the launch and its occupants were safely on deck and the
boy stepped out to be greeted by hearty handshakes and congratulations
on his safe return.
"You'll find three prisoners in the launch, Captain Krell," he said.
"When you remove their gags they'll protest they are our friends; but
I wouldn't trust 'em. Better lock 'em in the cage until this cruel war
is over."
"What has become of the Mexican's launch?" asked Mr. Cumberford. "The
pirates seem to be having some trouble over it."
"It won't bother 'em for long," replied Mr. Todd, complacently. "The
boat is headed out to sea, all by its lonesome; but there's a hole in
the bottom and it's fast filling with salt water. I imagine that within
the next fifteen minutes it will go to Davy Jones's locker, and be out
of commission."