MAKING NEW PLANS
When the boys returned to the floating dock at which the motor boat had
been tied during their absence at the station they found Boswell sitting
in the cabin in a crouching attitude.
"Did you get what you wanted?" he asked.
Tommy shook his head.
"Then," continued the sailor, "you'd better give over trying to get it
for the present and duck away from here! You'll have trouble if you
don't!"
"What do you mean by that?" asked Frank.
"Do you see the tug coming up the bay?" asked Boswell.
"Certainly!" was the reply.
"Well, she's been signalling to have this boat held until she arrives!
And the chances are that she picked up Jamison and his pirates somewhere
near the island where you left them."
"Then, of course, Jamison will want us arrested for piracy?" asked Tommy
tentatively. "I presume that's what it means."
"Well," Boswell replied, "when you take another man's boat and leave him
afloat in a dinghy, you must expect something to come of it besides
kisses. Of course you'll be arrested!"
Frank gave a long, low whistle of dismay.
"Then," he said, "we'll have to go and notify the surgeon of what's
coming off and get him to go on to the cabin alone."
"Yes," Tommy added, "and we can tell him to inform the boys what's going
on here. We may have to remain here for several days if we are actually
arrested."
"But how about the code duplicate?" asked Sam.
"I presume that will have to remain with us unless it comes before the
doctor leaves for the cabin," Tommy answered.
"Look here," Sam said, "you two boys are the fellows Jamison wants. He
won't put up much of a search for me. You go back to the wireless
station and tell the operator to deliver the code duplicate to me and
I'll see that it gets to the cabin."
"It's all right of you to make the offer," Tommy replied, "but there's
no one at the camp that can read it."
"Then why can't Frank slip away and get the message to camp?" inquired
Sam.
"Will certainly ought to have it," suggested Tommy.
"I'll tell you what we'd better do," Frank advised. "We'd better make a
rush for the Cordova dock before that tug gets in. Then we can arrange
with the doctor to go on to the cabin by any conveyance he can secure
while we take a sneak into the wilderness and get back when we can and
as we can. That's better than being arrested."
"I'm for it!" declared Sam. "But how will you obtain possession of the
wireless when it comes if you duck away in advance of the arrival of the
tug? The message won't be here as soon as the tug is."
The boys pondered over this proposition for a moment, and then Frank
came to the front with another suggestion.
"I'll go back to the wireless station," he said, "and arrange for the
operator to leave the message in some secret hiding place where we can
get it after nightfall."
"I don't like this fugitive-from-justice business!" exclaimed Tommy.
"I don't either," replied Frank, "but it's a long ways better than lying
in some dirty old jail. We can arrange here with father's agent to find
out what sort of a case they've got against us, and pick out a good
lawyer to represent us, so we'll be all ready to defend ourselves when
the arrest is finally made."
"Your father has an agent here?" asked Tommy, regarding Frank
suspiciously. "What business is he in?"
"Oh, quit it!" replied Frank. "We haven't any time to talk about private
affairs. What we've got to do right now is to find out how we're going
to escape arrest at this time. I'll go and make the arrangement with the
operator, and we'll all make the arrangements with the doctor, and then
we three boys will start across country to the little old log cabin in
the lane!"
"There ain't no lane there!" grinned Tommy.
"There may be some time, when that part of the country becomes a suburb
of Cordova!" laughed Frank. "But I reckon I'd better be getting back to
the wireless office. That tug's coming in hand over hand!"
The boy was back from the office inside of ten minutes, but by that time
the tug was so near that the motor boat was obliged to shoot ahead at
full speed in order to keep clear of her. The boys saw Jamison standing
by the captain urging him to greater efforts in the speed direction, and
saw him shake a huge, ham-like fist in their direction as the motor boat
left the tug behind.
"I'll tell you why I want to leave the case in the hands of a lawyer
here," Frank said, as the boat shot toward the Cordova dock, "Jamison
doesn't want to prosecute us boys for piracy. He's interested in some
way in this case you are here to handle, and he wants to keep us under
lock and key until something he wants done can be accomplished."
"I'm sure that's right!" Tommy answered.
"I don't know much about this thumb-print case," Frank went on, "but I
believe that this man Jamison is trying to make sure that you boys don't
get hold of the drawings you are looking for. Of course I have no proof,
but I'm sure that, in the long run, you'll find that I'm right?"
The motor boat made such good time in the run for the Cordova dock that
the tug was nearly out of sight when the boys climbed into the main
street of the town.
"Now," Tommy said, as they all stood together at the principal business
place of the town, "Frank can go and make sure that the doctor will
start for the cabin immediately, and Sam and I will go and buy
provisions for the cross country trip. We may be two or three days in
making it, and we'll surely want to eat on the way."
"But we can't get the wireless until night!" urged Frank. "He's going to
bring it to Cordova tonight and leave it in the old blacksmith shop just
back of the line of store buildings."
"Well, we can get all ready to go," Tommy urged. "We don't want to take
any chances on being pinched just as we get ready to leave!"
"We'll meet at the old shop in half an hour," Frank suggested, "and then
we can make all the plans necessary."
Tommy noticed that afternoon that a strange fatality seemed to accompany
all of Jamison's efforts to cause the arrest of the boys. First, there
was no Federal officer in the town. Next, there was no judicial or
ministerial officer before whom a complaint of piracy could be made.
Next, the motor boat owner and his two outlaws accosted Boswell on the
street and made to him insulting remarks concerning his championship of
the boys.
Following this there was a general mixup, in which Boswell was not
permitted to fight alone, and the result was that Jamison and his two
sailors were badly beaten up. However, while the lads knew exactly what
was taking place, and understood the hostility of the town toward
Jamison, they understood, too, that it would be the duty of almost any
officer to arrest them if they should make their appearance on the
public street.
Tommy wondered vaguely at the hostility displayed toward Jamison, but
Frank explained it all by saying that the fellow was a common loafer and
hadn't a friend in town.
The boys might have been arrested a dozen times that day had the
hostility to Jamison and his men not taken such positive form. But while
Jamison, half-intoxicated, roared about the street, the boys kept as
quiet as possible and so escaped general notice.
About two in the afternoon the boys were very much surprised to see a
gentleman who had been pointed out to them as the surgeon walk into the
old blacksmith shop where they sat. He beckoned Frank to one side and
the two engaged in a short but apparently satisfactory conversation, at
the conclusion of which the doctor shook the boy's hand heartily.
"All right," he said on taking his departure, "I'll attend to the matter
at once! I know the operator and it'll be all right there."
"Now, what's up?" demanded Tommy suspiciously.
"I've got a new scheme!" replied the boy.
"Pass it around!" urged Tommy.
"Now, you just wait until I see whether the doctor gets the message or
not!" replied Frank. "If he does, it's us for a ride home!"
"I'd like to steal that old drunkard's motor boat!" Tommy said.
Frank broke into a hearty laugh.
"You just wait and see!" he said. "We've got to be mighty careful to
keep away from the Federal officers, for a deputy marshal has been sent
for. Can you get up a good hot run if you have to?"
"You bet I can!" answered Tommy.
"Well, we may get a signal to make a hot foot to the dock directly," the
boy went on, "and if we do, there mustn't be any mistake about the pace
you set."
"Are you really going to steal the motor boat?" asked Sam.
"I don't know!" replied Frank. "We've been waiting around here all day
for something to take place, and I guess it's about time there was
something doing."
"I thought you were going to wait until night before sneaking out with
the despatch," suggested Tommy, eyeing his friend suspiciously.
"When we made those plans," replied Frank with a grin, "I didn't know
how many friends I had in town."
"Is the doctor going with us?" asked Tommy.
"No," was the reply, "we are going with him!"
"Aw, have it your own way," Tommy exclaimed. "I never could get any
satisfaction talking with you!"
The doctor returned to the old blacksmith shop in an hour and called
Frank outside. The two talked together for a moment, and then the boy
called out the wonderful news that they wouldn't even have to run to the
dock; that a carriage was waiting for them!
"Something mighty funny about this!" mused Tommy. "I'd like to know who
that boy is that has such luck in Alaska! Anyone would think he owns the
town, the way things are shaping themselves here!"
A moment later a wagon drawn by a pair of sturdy horses made its
appearance in front of the old blacksmith shop, and the boys took their
seats. As they did so the sound of a pistol shot came from around the
corner and Jamison dashed into view, hatless, coatless, very red in the
face and very excited as to manner.
By his side appeared a man whom the doctor at once recognized as a
Federal officer. He came to a halt when he saw the boys in the wagon.
"Wait!" he commanded, "I have warrants for your arrest!"