A FRESH START
Amazed, the members of the little patrol looked at one another silently.
"How could they send a message on a dollar?" demanded Lew at last.
"They'd have to engrave it, and then they'd never dare to use the
dollar again. Besides, it would be too dangerous. If the message were
on paper, the paper could be burned or chewed up and swallowed, and the
evidence of crime destroyed. But they couldn't erase the engraving on
a dollar."
"I don't know how they do it," said Willie, "but I'm sure they write
their messages on those dollars."
"Willie is doubtless right," said Captain Hardy. "We don't know how
they do it, but the evidence leads directly to the conclusion Willie
has come to. The spy in the house below us writes his messages on
dollars and sends them through this grocer's boy and the motor-car
driver to the various secret wireless plants the Germans evidently
possess near New York. I think that is plain. And it indicates new
lines of action for us. We must not only continue to listen in for
messages and watch this spy's nest, but we shall have to follow this
motor-car driver and also learn the secret of the dollars."
"Hurrah!" cried Roy, his eyes shining. "Now there'll be something
doing." Then he struck a tragic attitude and declaimed, "Little do the
treacherous hawks in yonder nest realize that the eagles of the law are
about to swoop down on them."
"Some orator, Roy," said Lew. "If we're eagles, we must have wings.
Are mine sprouting yet?" And he turned his back to Roy for the
latter's examination.
When the laughter ceased, their leader went on, "You boys are to be
congratulated for your discovery. You have accomplished a great deal.
But what has been done is little compared with what remains to be done.
And so far you have worked in safety. The work ahead may be very
dangerous. The hidden wireless stations we are after are probably in
lonely places. The men operating them are desperate fellows and will
not hesitate even to commit murder. If one of you boys should follow
this motor driver into a lonesome spot and then be caught, you might
never return."
The smiles faded from the faces before him. But the grave looks that
succeeded were not expressions of fear. Rather they were looks of
determination--the same set marks of grim purpose that Captain Hardy
had seen on these same youthful faces when the wireless patrol was
stalking the desperate dynamiters at the Elk City reservoir.
Again it was Roy who brought back the smiles. "If we have to follow
that automobile driver," he said, "it's a question of 'where do we go
from here, boys?'"
"Only the boy who does the following can answer that question,"
answered Captain Hardy. "But there are several matters that we can
decide at once. I think that we've determined pretty definitely that
the man in the house below us----"
"In the hawk's nest," interrupted Roy.
"Well, the man in the hawk's nest," continued their leader, smiling,
"is a German spy, that he is there to report the movements of our
transports, and that he does it by means of messages sent out on silver
dollars. Now we've got to get hold of one of those dollars. That
might not be a difficult task in itself. We could hold up the grocer's
boy and take the dollar away from him, or we might get it away from him
by trickery and substitute another dollar for the stolen one. We might
even be able to pick the grocer's pocket and give him a substitute
coin. But neither plan would help us because the trick would soon be
discovered and the spies would know that they are suspected. It
wouldn't do us any good to get their code if they knew we had it. They
would simply use another. What we must do is to locate their agents,
one after another, learn their codes and ciphers, and catch their
messages in the air. When we have laid bare the entire scheme and
learned who their agents are, then the secret service can grab the
entire organization at once and end this treachery for good."
Captain Hardy paused and looked uneasily across the room, as though
lost in thought. His companions were quiet as mice, each also busy
with his own thoughts.
"It's a long, hard task, boys," said the captain, after a time, and he
drew a deep breath, "a long task and, from now on, a dangerous task.
Whatever you do, boys, remember the Chief's warning. Above all else,
we must be careful not to alarm the men we are watching."
As Captain Hardy rose to get his hat he said, "I don't quite see how we
are to follow this motor-car driver without being detected. So I am
going over to Manhattan to see the agent the Chief has put in charge of
this investigation. Perhaps I'll have some interesting news for you
when I return. Meantime, keep your eyes and ears open and be careful."
With renewed interest and determination the members of the wireless
patrol returned to their posts. But though they listened faithfully at
the wireless and uninterruptedly watched the hawk's nest on the cliff
below them, no alarming sound came out of the air and no suggestive
movement occurred within their vision.
Their captain came back with a smile of satisfaction on his face. But
the members of the wireless patrol were too well disciplined to
question their leader. They knew that, as always before, he would give
them the proper orders at the proper time; and that if they obeyed
those orders faithfully and intelligently, success would follow. But
Captain Hardy was different in many respects from other commanders, and
his subordinates were not at all like ordinary privates in an army.
There was no question as to their loyalty, discretion, or intelligence;
and their leader believed he could attain the greatest success by
taking them into his confidence. So presently he answered the question
that each boy was longing to ask.
From his pocket he produced detailed maps of all the neighboring
country, so mounted on cheese-cloth, after being cut into squares, that
they could be folded into small size without injuring the maps
themselves. Thus the bearer could always follow his route, whether he
walked or rode, whether the air was calm or the wind blew fiercely, by
carrying in his hand the necessary map folded in small compass.
Now Captain Hardy spread out his maps full length on a table, and for
half an hour the little group bent over them, heads close together,
examining the topography of the city's environs as once they had
studied the city itself. Marked to show altitudes, roads, byways,
rivers, streams, marshes, woodlands, and even the buildings themselves,
these maps enabled the little group of scouts to see, through their
imaginations, every foot of the country about New York.
They visualized the great, flat, low-lying stretches of southern Long
Island and New Jersey; the abrupt bluffs of Long Island's northern
coast by the shore of the Sound; the various watery arms that encircle
the American metropolis, permitting ships to sail in every direction;
the majestic Hudson leading straight north through a wonderful country
of rocks and hills, the impressive Palisades flanking its western bank
with their towering perpendicular walls of stone; and the rocky,
rolling country lying west of them, interspersed with streams and
swamps and woodlands and open fields and clustered villages. And when
they had finished their study of the maps, they knew more about the
topography of the country they had studied, its roads and paths and
groves and elevations and other physical characteristics, than half the
people who lived in the region. So they were prepared, if need be, to
find their way about with little difficulty. And it was well they were
so prepared. In the dangerous days to come they were to need all this
knowledge.
When they had studied the maps to their hearts' content--and each of
the four boys again and again examined them--Captain Hardy folded the
maps and thrust them into a waterproof cover. They made a neat little
packet like a thin book.
"You will be interested to learn what the secret service has found
out," said Captain Hardy, as he stowed the maps in his pocket. "When I
left here, I reported immediately to the man in charge of this
particular investigation. Our discovery seems to me so important that
I ventured to ask why the secret service men didn't take the case up
themselves, as they would no doubt get along much faster than we
possibly can. For it seems to me message sending ought to be stopped
at once. The agent said that all this was true, but that the secret
service was so crowded with work it had to take up the most important
matters first."
"Most important matters!" cried Roy, in indignation. "Doesn't the
secret service consider the guarding of our troops important?"
"Yes, Roy. But whether the Germans know exactly when our ships leave
or not, their submarines will be waiting for them and our destroyers
will always be guarding the transports. But here in New York German
spies are trying to create riots, to blow up buildings, to burn
factories. They destroyed almost a million bushels of wheat in one
fire recently. So you see that the secret service first must watch the
enemies that are trying to destroy our greatest city. Our secret
service isn't one-quarter as large as it should be. That is the fault
of Congress. But meantime it is doing wonderful work, and it is a
great privilege to be able to assist in that work."
"But what have they found out about this job?" demanded Roy.
"You're like a hound on a keen scent, Roy," said their leader.
"Nothing ever takes you away from your objective. Well, this is what
they've found. It seems that they have been keeping a record of the
grocer's telephone messages, as well as those from the 'hawk's nest'
down below. Every time transports sail, some one in Hoboken calls up
this grocer and says, 'I have some sugar on the way. Do you want any?'
And the grocer replies, 'Yes. How many barrels can you let me have?'
And the man in Hoboken gives the number. That number corresponds with
the number of transports about to sail. So you see how the grocer
knows when to send his boy for the wireless messages. But before he
sends him, he always telephones to the 'hawk's nest' and says, 'I have
some sugar coming and can let you have five pounds to-day. Do you want
it?' And the number of pounds he offers is the same as the number of
ships that are to sail. So the spy below us knows what to look for.
And I suppose the man in Hoboken also telephones the automobile driver
when to come for the dollars."
"Who is this man in Hoboken that does the telephoning?" demanded Roy,
when Captain Hardy had done speaking.
"Ah! That they don't know. He has always called up from a different
place and has gotten away before the secret service could spot him.
But the agent assures me that they'll have him soon. He always
telephones from a station close to the piers where the transports load.
The next time he calls for the grocer, the telephone operator is going
to delay him while she notifies a secret service agent posted near by
with a motor-cycle. So they'll spot him and trail him.
"And that reminds me," continued Captain Hardy, after a pause, "that
we're to do a little motor-cycle work ourselves, and that Henry has
been selected for the job because he is familiar with motor-cycles."
Henry's eyes lighted with pleasure. Not only was he the oldest boy in
the wireless patrol, and Captain Hardy's first lieutenant, but he was
one of those natural mechanics who seem to know instinctively how to
handle tools and make things. Indeed he had constructed his own
wireless outfit and shown his fellows how to make theirs; and he could
repair a motor-cycle almost as skilfully as a garage man. So it was
natural that he should be selected for this task.
But there was still another reason why his captain had chosen him for
the work he had in mind. Though not so quick or clever as Roy, Henry
was a keen observer and close reasoner. Moreover, he was entirely
dependable, was very discreet, and being the largest boy in the party,
was best fitted to take care of himself if he got into trouble.
"We are going to trail this automobile driver with a motor-cycle, as
you have probably guessed," explained Captain Hardy to the little group
of scouts. "And Henry is to do the trailing. Come, Henry. We'll go
take a look at your machine. The secret service people said that it
would be here in half an hour."
"Where? In this house?" asked Roy eagerly.
"No, not here, but at a house around the corner from the grocer's. It
will always be in readiness for instant use."
As Henry put on his hat and followed his leader, the other scouts
looked at him somewhat enviously. "Remember," said their leader,
turning about, "each one of you has his work to do, just as Henry has.
See that you do it."
At once the boys returned to their posts, while Henry and his captain
passed out of the house and went down the street. Instead of going
directly to their destination, the two made their way by a roundabout
route and kept a sharp lookout lest they should meet the grocer or his
boy. But they passed almost no one and came soon to a little white
house, not far from the grocer's store, that was set back in a yard
behind a high hedge. Connected with the house was a small garage,
built so as to resemble an extension of the dwelling.
A keen-eyed woman answered their knock at the door and looked at them
questioningly.
"We are the sugar refiners sent by the Federal Sugar Company," said
Captain Hardy, repeating the words given him by the secret service
agent.
"I've been looking for you," replied the woman. "Come in." And she
led them at once through the house to the garage.
Henry was about to ask Captain Hardy what he meant by saying that they
were sugar refiners, but when he saw the motor-cycle that awaited him
he forgot his question and gave a sharp cry of exultation. It was a
beautiful machine, with tires so strong and thick they were practically
puncture proof and were evidently equal to any demand that was likely
to be made upon them. Evidently the engine was one of great power.
The frame of the machine was a dark gray; and Henry instantly noted the
fact that there was an almost utter absence of nickel about the
motorcycle. The spokes, handle-bars, and trimmings were all enameled
black. The headlight was a powerful electric one, with a black cap
over the lens. With great interest Henry examined the spark- and
gasoline-controls, the motor itself, and finally the muffler, which was
of the most improved variety. He looked in the gasoline-tank and found
it full. The oil-tank was brimming. Every moving part had been
carefully greased and cleaned.
"What's this?" cried Henry, of a sudden, noting what seemed to be an
extra and unnecessary piece of framework.
"Take it out and see," said Captain Hardy, with a smile.
Carefully Henry examined the fastenings, to see how the extra tubing
was adjusted. Then he drew it forth.
"A metal cane," he said, puzzled. "What is it? What is it for?"
Captain Hardy explained. Then he picked up a small electric torch,
some well insulated wires that lay coiled on a near-by chair, and
something that looked like a giant fountain pen. He handed these
articles to Henry, and repeated what the secret service man had told
him as to their use.
"Put them in your pocket and be very careful that you do not lose
them," directed Captain Hardy. "Carry them with you so that you can
run to your motor-cycle at a second's notice. Now replace that cane on
the machine."
Henry slid the cane back and fastened it in place. It was gray, like
the car, and seemed to be a part of it. Then Captain Hardy fastened
the little map case above the gasoline-tank in such a way that Henry
could pluck out a map as he rode.
"Now," he said, "there is nothing to do but wait until the automobile
driver comes for another dollar. Then you must follow him wherever he
goes. You must watch every movement he makes. But you must not let
him see you. It's a hard thing to ask of you, Henry, for everything
hinges upon your success."
A look of determination flashed in Henry's eyes. "I'll do my best," he
said simply.
"I know you will," rejoined his leader. Then he added, with a smile,
"Now we'll go back to the eagle's nest and wait for the hawk to appear."