A NEFARIOUS PLOT
"If this fellow in the cabin is such a bad man, we can't afford to risk
losing sight of him," said Bob. "Suppose Joe and Jimmy and I stay here,
while Herb goes back with you, Mr. Brandon. We can stay here until your
two regulars show up, and Herb can then bring them here to relieve us.
How does that strike you?"
"It's a way out of the predicament," answered Frank Brandon, his frown
vanishing. "You fellows are apt to have a long vigil, though. My men
won't get to the camp until this afternoon, and after that it takes
quite a while to reach this place."
"I guess we can stand it," said Bob. "Can't we, fellows?" he asked,
glancing at the others.
Both Joe and Jimmy agreed, although the latter had secret misgivings as
he thought regretfully of the dinner he would miss. However, such
considerations were of little weight just then, and it was finally
decided to adopt Bob's plan.
"I'll leave my pistol with you," said Brandon, as he and Herb prepared
to leave. "But whatever else you do, steer clear of this gang and don't
use firearms unless as a last resort. Remember, that if they once find
out their hiding place is discovered, our whole scheme will be ruined."
The boys promised to exercise the greatest caution, and then Mr. Brandon
and Herb started back toward camp.
Bob, after a brief inspection, dropped the deadly automatic pistol into
his pocket, and then the three friends considered how they might best
keep watch on the cabin without being discovered. First of all, at Joe's
suggestion, they armed themselves with serviceable clubs, that might
come in handy in time of necessity. Then they slipped silently into the
underbrush, and worked their way along until they had attained a
position where they commanded a view of the cabin's only door.
The spot they had chosen was surrounded by dense thickets, and one might
have passed within ten feet without spying them. Bob carefully parted
the bushes and broke off twigs here and there until they could see
plainly enough, and yet were securely hidden from the cabin. This done,
the boys made themselves as comfortable as possible under the
circumstances, and prepared for a long vigil.
They had been in their retreat less than half an hour when the door of
the shack was flung open, and the black-moustached man appeared on the
threshold. He gazed searchingly about the little clearing, then glanced
up at the mounting sun and stretched prodigiously. At length, apparently
satisfied that all was as it should be, he turned back into the cabin,
and soon the aroma of bacon and coffee came floating down the wind to
where the boys lay. Jimmy's nose twitched and his mouth watered, but he
thought of the importance of the mission that had been intrusted to them
by the radio inspector and stifled his longings.
The man in the cabin ate a leisurely breakfast, and apparently was in no
hurry. Indeed, from the way he loitered over the meal, the boys rather
suspected that he was awaiting the arrival of some other members of the
gang. Nor were they mistaken. After a time the lads could hear the sound
of approaching voices, and soon three men entered the clearing and made
for the cabin. At the first sound of their voices, the man inside had
stepped swiftly to the door, one hand in the bulging pocket of his coat;
but when he recognized the others an ugly grin spread over his face,
while his hand dropped to his side.
"So you have got here at last, eh?" he snarled. "I'm glad to find you
didn't hurry yourselves any. I thought I sent you a wireless message to
get here early."
"So you did, chief," spoke up one of the newcomers. "But we couldn't get
here no sooner."
"You couldn't?" snapped the other. "Why couldn't you?"
"We got word that one of the government radio inspectors was at the
lumber camp, so we had to come here by the long way. We were afraid he
might recognize one of us if we happened to bump into him."
"Well, the cops have photoed all of you so often that I don't wonder
you're shy," sneered the leader. "But come on inside. There's no use of
standing chinning here."
Two of the men muttered sullenly to themselves, but ceased abruptly as
the leader's frowning gaze fell on them. They all shuffled into the
cabin, and the black-moustached man shut the door with a bang.
"Say," whispered Bob, "we've got to listen in on this pow-wow, fellows.
I'm going to sneak up to the window and try to hear what they're saying.
They must have some purpose in meeting here like this."
"Well, be mighty careful, Bob," said Joe anxiously. "They're a tough
crowd, and we've got to watch our step. If they discover you, head for
here, and if we can't get away we'll put up a battle."
"If I have any kind of luck, they won't discover me," Bob assured him.
"Just sit tight, and I'll be back in a jiffy."
Very cautiously he crept through the underbrush toward the cabin. In
spite of all his care a branch snapped under him and the second time the
door was flung wide and the ill-favored leader of the gang stepped out
and peered about him.
Bob flattened out as close to the ground as he could get and lay tense,
while the outlaw gazed suspiciously at the bushes amid which he was
concealed.
"What's the matter, Blackie?" called one of the gang. "Did you think you
heard somethin'?"
"I know I did!" exclaimed the other. "But I suppose it was only some
animal prowling around."
"Bein' alone in this shack has got on your nerves, maybe," taunted one
of the gang.
"Nerves, my eye!" exclaimed the other. "I don't own such things! But
I've got a notion to take a look through those bushes, anyway," and he
started in Bob's direction.
"Come on back, Blackie," urged another of the gang. "We can't be foolin'
around here all day. Be yourself, can't you?"
The others chimed in to the same effect, and their leader reluctantly
abandoned his search and returned to the cabin. Had he gone another
twenty feet he would inevitably have discovered Bob, who had been on the
point of springing to his feet and giving battle. It was a narrow
escape, and the radio boys heaved sighs of relief as the door of the
cabin closed on the formidable figure of the leader. They knew that
these men were desperate criminals, heavily armed, who would not
hesitate at murder to avoid capture.
Bob resumed his advance, an inch at a time, and at length reached the
edge of the clearing. Before him lay a stretch of perhaps twenty feet of
open ground, and should one of the desperados chance to open the door
while he was crossing this space, discovery would be certain. However,
this was a chance that Bob knew he must take, and without hesitation he
sprang to his feet and ran swiftly but silently toward the cabin.
Fortunately he reached it unobserved, and crouched close to the wall
beneath one of the little windows. There were numerous cracks in the
side of the rude structure, and he had no difficulty in hearing what was
going on inside.
The crooks were engaged in a heated debate, but soon the voice of their
leader spoke out commandingly and the others fell silent.
"I tell you we haven't had a chance to get rid of that last load of silk
we got near Castleton," he said, in an angry voice. "I couldn't get the
price I wanted for it, and, besides, it will be just as easy to get rid
of two loads as one, and no more risk. Now, I'm going to send out a
radio message in code to the rest of the gang, and we'll pull off the
job to-night, just as I've already told you."
There were no dissenting voices, and presently Bob heard the whirr of
the sending set, followed by the voice of the leader.
"HDEA' HDEA'," he called again and again, switching over to the
receiving set to get an answer. At length he evidently reached the
station he was after, for he listened intently for a few minutes. Then
the generator hummed again, and Bob heard the black-moustached man
speaking again.
"Get this, and get it right," he commanded, and there followed a string
of words that would have been mere gibberish to Bob had he not held the
key to their meaning. He searched frantically in his pockets for a
pencil, and scribbled the words down as the man spoke them. When he had
finished, the leader of the gang shut down the generator, and turned to
the others.
"That's fixed," he said. "There won't be much to do for the rest of the
day but look over your guns and make sure they're in good working order.
Since we got that last truck they've been putting guards on them, and we
want to be prepared to shoot before they do."
There was a general pushing back of chairs, and Bob realized that at any
moment the door might open. His mind worked quickly, and instead of
going back to his friends the way he had come, he made a rush for the
woods on the opposite side of the clearing. In this way the "blind," or
windowless, end of the cabin was toward him, so that he would not be
likely to be detected unless the robbers came out and walked around the
house.
Lucky it was for Bob that he acted as he did, because he had barely
started when the door was flung open and those inside came streaming
out. For a few moments they stood in a group in front of the door,
talking, and then scattered, some walking about, while others threw
themselves on the ground and smoked.
But by this time Bob had reached the cover of the woods undiscovered,
and set out to rejoin his friends. This necessitated a long detour, and
it was a full hour later that he crept silently into their hiding place.
So quietly did he come that Jimmy was on the point of uttering a
startled exclamation, but checked himself just in time.