A DAZZLING DISCOVERY.
With La Rue’s cry still ringing in his ears, Ralph rushed to the edge of
the bridge and peered over. Alongside nothing could be seen but
swirling, rushing foam.
But suddenly a flash revealed to Ralph the fact that they had run
aground on the point of either an island or the mainland, he could not,
for the time being, determine which. Trees and rocks could be made out
by the frequent flashes, which showed, also, that the _River Swallow_
had grounded bow on, and was now swinging outward with the current.
Ralph was recalled from his observations by a voice behind him. It was
Hansen, the Norwegian. The man had stopped his engines, being seaman
enough to know what had occurred as soon as he felt the grinding shock
of the landing.
“We bane gone ashore, sare?” he asked.
“Yes, we’ve grounded, Hansen, and I must tell you that your wretch of a
master Hawke, while crazed with fright, threw himself overboard. I fear
he is lost forever.”
The Norwegian appeared dazed. His fishy blue eyes rolled wildly.
“La Rue bane dade?” he muttered.
“I don’t know anything about La Rue,” said Ralph, thinking the man had
not rightly understood him, “I said Hawke had gone. He jumped overboard
when we struck. Crazy from fright, I guess.”
“He bane all de same,” said the Norwegian calmly. “Hawke bane La Rue, La
Rue bane Hawke. I bane glad he gone.”
“Glad, why?” exclaimed Ralph, horrified at the man’s callousness.
“He bane bad man. He say if I don’t do as he say he lose me mine yob. By
yiminy, I got wife and childrens by mine home in Norvay. I no vant lose
yob. So I do as he say.”
“What did he make you do?” asked Ralph, too interested for the minute to
remember anything but what the man was saying.
“He bane make me take package off motor boat what come by Daxter Island
by night. I have to give package to Malvin. Dey say dey bane smoggler
and kill me if I talk.”
He sank his voice low.
“Dey bane make me halp Hawke while he put sand by carburetors.”
“So it was Hawke, or La Rue, that played that rascally trick!” cried
Ralph.
“Sure. He bane hidden forvard. Dey hear you mean tell police about dem.
Den dey cook up plan so you no get avay.”
“The precious scamp!—but, well, he’s gone now. Hansen, you must come
below and help me get Malvin on deck. Is he conscious, do you know?”
“He bane sit up when I come trou’ cabin from angine room,” said the man.
“Very well, then. We must get him up here. The boat is hard aground and
may be going to break up. We must get ashore.”
“How we do dat?”
“We must swim for it. I’ll try the water and see how deep it is.”
The lead line showed, to Ralph’s great joy, that the water alongside was
not beyond his depth. Both Hansen and Malvin were tall men. With good
luck, it might be possible to wade ashore. It was while he was heaving
up the lead that he noticed a dark object lying on the bridge, right
where La Rue had taken his crazed leap.
He picked it up. It was La Rue’s coat. He had cast it off when he took
his mad plunge.
As he handled the garment, Ralph suddenly felt a hard, oblong object in
one of the pockets. It felt like a case. He plunged his hand into the
pocket and drew out—the leather wallet that contained the priceless
collection of gems!
What a find!
The boy’s head swam. La Rue, in the desperation of terror, had entirely
forgotten the fortune in precious stones. Hastily Ralph thrust the
wallet into his pocket.
“You bane find something,” came a voice behind him. Hansen’s voice. Had
the Norwegian seen anything? Ralph by no means trusted the man, and he
didn’t like the idea of his knowing of the great find.
“It was La Rue’s watch,” he said; “he left it in his coat. Now let us go
below and get Malvin on deck.”
“I’ll spare you that trouble,” came a voice behind them both.
They turned and faced Malvin himself. His head was bandaged. His face
chalky white.
“Well, you got the upper hand of me,” he said, addressing Ralph, “but I
bear no malice. Are we all going to the bottom?”
The man’s cool, calm demeanor offered an odd contrast to the cowardly
behavior of La Rue. He appeared to have resigned himself to whatever
fate was to be his.
“Better a grave in the river than a long sentence in a Federal
penitentiary,” he muttered.
Ralph did not hear this. His mind was concerned with saving their lives.
But, like a true boat captain, he still had a feeling that he owed a
strong duty to the _River Swallow_.
“Before we go we must get out stern lines and fasten to them the spare
anchors,” he declared. “The boat is riding easily now. If we can keep
her stern swung out we may still be able to get her off when the storm
dies down.”
Malvin flashed a glance at him. The boy’s voice had rung cool and
determined. Malvin was no fool. He recognized in those accents the voice
of authority. Moreover, although he had not the slightest intention of
using it as a means of persuasion, Ralph had possessed himself of the
revolver that La Rue had cast aside when he made his wild leap. The boy
contrived that a glint of it should show as he spoke. He didn’t see any
harm in providing that his orders should be backed up by a display of
force if necessary.
As for Hansen, he was an old hand on the waters. The present situation
did not alarm him particularly. He obeyed Ralph’s orders with alacrity.
It was the force of habit acting on a man who had so long been
accustomed to taking orders that obeying them was second nature.
It did not take long to cast the two spare anchors out astern and swing
the _River Swallow_ so that only her prow rested upon the rocks. As
mentioned before, she was a very light draft boat and four feet of water
was ample to float her.
“She’ll lie snug enough now,” declared Ralph, when his orders had been
carried out; “and now let’s see about getting ashore and finding out
what sort of a place this is that we have struck.”
The _River Swallow’s_ emergency rope steps were found to be capable of
reaching the water’s edge. The lead had already told them that the depth
was shallow. Hansen went first with Malvin, displaying no hesitation in
following him. Ralph, true to the traditions of the captain’s office,
came last. He found Malvin and Hansen half-way to shore, wading
painstakingly and not without difficulty, through the swift rushing
waters.
The two gained the beach ahead of Ralph. He had supposed that they would
be waiting for him. But when he reached the shore he could see nothing
of them, and, although he shouted, he gained no response to his cries.
It was then that a disquieting thought occurred to him.
Hansen had seen him transfer a package from La Rue’s coat to his own
pocket.
Was it not possible that the man had guessed, through some previous
knowledge, that the package he had abstracted was the wallet containing
the precious stones destined for transfer across the border? In such a
case it behooved him to be on the keen lookout for a surprise of some
sort. From what he knew of him, Malvin was not the sort of man to allow
a fortune in gems to get into the hands of the enemy.
Ralph felt his breast pocket as, wet through to the skin and half
exhausted from his struggle against the rapidly running water, he stood
on the shore. A satisfying feeling rewarded his touch. So far he held a
prince’s ransom in gems secure.
How long could he do so? Ralph realized that the instant he had become
possessed of the wallet of gems he had incurred a responsibility which
it might tax his keenest abilities to carry out.