The “Iceberglars”
As they reached the foot of the steps, Guy heard a noise behind him and
turned to behold a new surprise. Several other men, including the
professor and Carl, also were coming down.
“I thought everybody except those rascals was asleep,” he said to
Watson.
“Not quite,” replied the operative. “We were expecting this.”
“Why didn’t you let me in on it?”
“Well,” said Watson apologetically, “you’re a boy, and we thought we’d
keep you out of the trouble.”
Guy’s pride was a little hurt at this, inasmuch as Glennon, who was only
two years his senior, had been included in the “man class.” However, in
the last two years this “man-boy” had developed in physical proportions
that commanded the respect of even the big-framed Watson.
Guy counted eight persons, including himself and Watson, in this second
party from the ice-cave. They followed the first party toward the big
stairway, moving stealthily and speaking only in whispered tones lest
the men ahead discover them.
“Have you all been lying awake all this time?” Burton inquired after the
last man of the second party had appeared.
“Yes,” replied Watson. “I overheard something that gave away the whole
plot.”
“What’re they planning to do?—take the Eskimos’ dogs from them?”
“Yes—and more. They want to feed our two arctic friends to the fishes
and take possession of their cave.”
“And there’s going to be a fight,” said Guy apprehensively.
“Perhaps. But maybe it won’t be necessary. The Eskimos have been warned.
The Iceberglars may step into a trap.”
“‘Iceberglars’ is good,” laughed Glennon.
The men ahead were out of sight soon after the other party left the
cave. View of them was shut off by a high “banister” of ice between the
lower area and the big stairway. Presently the secret service operative
and his followers rounded the end of this “banister” and could see dimly
the forms of the invaders half-way to the top.
As rapidly as possible, those in the rear moved up the ascent and down
the other side. There was little danger of their being discovered now,
so, they climbed and descended with all the speed consistent with
safety.
The men of evil intentions continued their advance, thoughtless of
pursuit. They reached the foot of the descent, where their movements
were less distinct, as they had arrived at a veritable pocket in the ice
with a comparatively narrow opening to sea ward.
“They haven’t got any weapons, have they?” Guy inquired.
“They’ve got clubs they picked out of the wreckage of the raft and
probably every one of them has a pocketknife,” Carl replied. “See?—We’ve
got clubs too.”
“They had their clubs hidden at the foot of the stairs on the other
side,” Watson explained. “There may be a big fight pretty soon. You
better get back in the rear, Guy, as you haven’t any weapon.”
The latter was no coward, but he could not deny that this was good
advice. So he decided to keep in the background, but to watch for an
opportunity to assist his friends.
Watson, however, had planned to avoid a serious encounter. This feature
of his plan he had not revealed, as he did not wish any half-hearted
assistants. He knew that he could expect his men to act like real
soldiers if they enlisted with the expectation of a severe hand-to-hand
struggle. Twenty or thirty feet from the lower landing, he halted and
held out both hands as a signal for those behind to do likewise. It
appeared that the invaders were holding a council of war.
Presently, however, activity was observed at the entrance of the Eskimo
cave, and Watson knew it was time for him to play his trump card. Guy
saw him make a sudden move with his right hand, which was followed
instantly by an explosion. He had fired a pistol in the air.
The astonishment of the party below although of different character,
could hardly have been much greater than that of Watson’s companions.
Immediately after the discharge of the firearm, the two Eskimos appeared
at the entrance of the cave, holding the dogs in leash. The latter
howled fiercely and tugged hard to break loose. Apparently it was all
the Greenlanders could do to keep them from the intruders. The latter
were dumfounded. A quick look back and upward and another at the dogs
and the two skin-clad figures from the far north were enough to convince
each of them that further hostile movements on their part would be
dangerous.
So they decided on a change of front. Gunseyt, who had been leader of
this move, took it on himself to “explain” the situation. Turning to the
party on the stairway, he called out in “squeak-roar” tones:
“What’s the matter up there? Have you men turned renegade, and are you
fighting against your own race? You ought to be ashamed of yourselves.”
“About the only thing on this iceberg that we’re ashamed of is you,”
Watson retorted. “We don’t want to waste any time on you either. Just
make a good resolution, now, and trot right back to your own dooryard or
we’ll instruct the Eskimos to let their dogs loose.”
“We just came over to have a friendly visit with these Eskimos,”
declared Gunseyt, with well assumed indignation. “It’s true we were
going to ask them for some favors, but everything was to be friendly on
our part.”
“I might ask you what you were going to do with those clubs in your
hands, but I won’t,” Watson retorted. “I know already.”
“All right. If you know so much, there’s no use arguing with you. But we
don’t consider that we’re responsible to you for any of our actions, Mr.
Watson, and, what’s more, we don’t propose to be dictated to by you. But
I’ll say for the benefit of the others of your party that we brought
these clubs to protect ourselves against the dogs if they should become
ugly, and it seems the precaution was taken very wisely.”
“Never mind explaining to anybody, but do as I tell you,” Watson
ordered. “I overheard your conversation with Everleigh and Little. You
go back to our side, and we’ll have a settlement of this matter
tomorrow. As for you three sailors, take my advice and don’t mix any
more than you have to with those other fellows. They’re a bad set.”
The six invaders obeyed sullenly, retiring to the other side of the
iceberg and into the cave. They were not forced to give up their clubs,
as Watson and the professor wished to avoid any move they might be
unable to carry to success without bloodshed. However, the defenders of
the Eskimos held a conference outside after the others had disappeared.
“We ought to have a sentinel stationed out here the rest of the night,”
Prof. Anderson suggested. “It isn’t safe to give those fellows a chance
to get the upper hand. There’s no telling what they might do.”
“I wonder if the sailors will stick with these rascals after this,” said
a Bostonian named Hammond.
“They’re a pretty sullen sort, and I don’t think you can expect much
civilization in them,” replied Watson.
“Who are Everleigh and Little?” Carl inquired. “Do you know anything
about them? I hadn’t heard their names mentioned before.”
“They’re a couple of crooks, professional gamblers, ocean card sharks,
living on steamers most of the time, playing with rich easy marks.”
“Is Gunseyt a crook?” asked Guy.
“Sure; he’s one of the worst—plays for big game, but not much with
cards.”
Guy would have liked to inquire further regarding the “man with the
changeable voice,” but decided that it was not best to do so at present.
He concluded it was best to wait for an opportunity to speak alone with
Watson on the matter.
“We’ve got to do something to protect the women here,” observed the
professor presently. “Two of them are ill already, and some of us men
are going to prove weaker than the others pretty soon. We mustn’t let
the strong override the weak, and we’ve got to conserve our resources.”
“Let’s call a meeting in the morning and discuss the situation,” Watson
proposed. “I would suggest that nothing be said at that meeting about
what occurred tonight. Those rascals ought to be watched, but we must
not do anything to divide us into two hostile factions. We’ll appeal to
the men as men and ask for a vote on any proposed measure.”
“That’s a good idea,” commended Prof. Anderson.
“But the immediate question is, who is going to do sentinel duty from
now until daybreak?” Watson continued. “I’m willing to for one. Who’ll
stay out here with me to keep me from getting lonesome?”
“I will,” Guy volunteered eagerly.
Nobody objected to his usurping the privilege, and so it was thus
agreed. The other men accordingly reentered the cave, while Guy and
Watson began to pace up and down the area to keep warm.
The boy had several reasons for wishing to watch with his interesting
friend. The episode just closed had put a new complexion on affairs. He
wished to have a long talk with Watson. He had numerous questions to
ask. Moreover, he felt that he would not be able to sleep now, and he
believed that he could pass a more comfortable night pacing the ice with
some one who could converse sympathetically with him.
“Mr. Watson,” he began; “I’d like to ask you some questions.”
“Fire away,” replied the other sentinel. “What’s on your mind?”
“I don’t know just how to open it, but I guess I may as well be blunt.
The truth is, you’re a mystery to me. A few days ago, you know, I
thought you were a bad egg. But I’ve had good reason to change my mind.
Still, you’re a mystery, and you’ll continue to be one until you’ve told
me who you are.”
“You’ll have to explain what you mean,” replied Watson quizzically.
“There are many ways I might tell you who I am. I might begin by telling
you my name; but you know that already, don’t you?”
“I don’t know.”
“Why not?”
“Because you haven’t assured me that Watson is your right name. Is it?”
“No.”
“So far so good. Now, am I too inquisitive if I ask you what your
business is?”
“I’m what is commonly known as a detective, but my more dignified title
is secret service operative.”
“I thought so.”