CHIPPY AND THE SPY
The latter sprang up with a savage cry that was not English. 'Ach
Himmel!' cried he, and again, 'Ach Himmel!'
At that moment of immense surprise, his native tongue sprang to his
lips before any other, and he leapt upon Chippy, and seized him with
hands that trembled.
The leader of the Ravens was not hurt, and his coolness was splendid.
'Hello, Albert!' he said; 'it's all right. There's no need to 'elp me
up.'
'Help you up!' hissed the stranger. 'What are you doing here? What do
you mean by watching me?'
His Cockney accent, too, was wiped out as if by magic. Probably he had
forgotten for the instant that he had used it in Locking. At any rate,
he did not use it now. But his English was perfect, in word and
tone--the English of a well-educated man.
'Why,' said Chippy calmly, as if to tumble on a man's head was the most
natural thing in the world, 'me an' a lot more are out to-day for a run
over the he'th. One cuts ahead, an' the rest of us foller 'im. We've
lost the one we foller, an' he's got to be found, so I'm looking
everywheer. Wot made yer pull yer boot off? Got a stone in it?'
Chippy did this superbly. He boldly mentioned the fact that the boot
was off, and he suggested a probable explanation, and he did it all
with just the right amount of careless curiosity. But he was dealing
with no common man. The tall, powerful foreigner was still holding him
by one hand with a grip of steel, and the fierce blue eyes blazed again
with suspicion and distrust. The man spoke, and his tone was low and
cool, for he had mastered himself, but there was a hard note in it.
'How long had you been there?' he asked quietly.
'Just seein' who it was, then tumbled,' said Chippy.
The Raven knew--how he could not say--but he knew that he was in great
danger. There was a dreadful change in this man. The chattering
Cockney who had called himself Albert had gone, and a grim, stern,
savage man stood in his place, a man whose fierce glittering eyes
seemed to be striving to pierce Chippy's very soul and read his
thoughts.
Chippy was indeed in danger. For Dick was right: this man was a spy
sent by his Government to gather for them all particulars of the new
fort which was being built at the mouth of the river. So far the spy
had been very successful, and to carry off his notes and to secure his
own safety he was quite ready to kill this boy if need should arise,
and hide his body in this solitary place.
Consider for a moment the position in which the spy stood. What is the
punishment threatened to the spy who is caught at such a task? Death!
What will the Government he serves do to help him? Nothing at all,
nothing. It may be a Government quite friendly to the land where the
spy is seized. It will disavow him, and leave him to his fate. Yet
that Government was quite willing to profit by his labours; nay, sent
him there to gain that information. Yes, because Governments act upon
the idea that the friend of to-day may be the foe of to-morrow, so they
use such instruments freely. But if an instrument should break in the
hand, it is cast aside, and not a second thought is given to it.
The spy knew all this; he was no raw hand in this dangerous profession,
and he was now weighing in his mind whether it would be safe to let
this boy go. Had he seen too much? He tried to find out how much
Chippy had seen.
'What was I doing when you saw me first?' he asked lightly, and smiled.
But the smile was of the lips only, a mere mockery of a smile. The
eyes, the very heart of a smile, remained fiercely bright, and cold,
and questioning.
'Fiddlin' wi' yer boot,' said Chippy calmly; 'gettin' the stone out, I
s'pose.'
'Look here,' said the spy in quiet tones, 'have you seen me for the
last five minutes? Yes or no.'
He paused for a reply, but none came. Chippy was shaken. Yes or no.
That position admitted of no manoeuvring.
'What's this?' said the spy softly, and fingered with his left hand
Chippy's badge; his right hand was clutched with a grip of iron on
Chippy's shoulder.
'Scout's badge,' muttered Chippy.
'Ah, is it really?' murmured the spy. 'Yes, I've looked into that
movement. Well, on your word as a scout, yes or no.'
Chippy looked up. He forced a laugh.
'Why--look 'ere, Albert,' he began, and then twisted like an eel, and
tried to dive under the spy's arm. He had smiled and spoken, hoping to
throw the man off his guard, but this man was not easily deceived, and
his grip remained unshaken.
He gave a low, savage laugh. 'Thank you; that is all the answer I
want,' he said, and slipped his left hand into a hidden pocket under
his coat.
There is an instinct which teaches every living creature that the
moment has come when it must fight for its life. Chippy felt it
strongly, and he hurled himself upon the spy, kicking, biting, tearing
at him like a little tiger, but all in vain; in that powerful grip he
was utterly helpless. Yet no, that gallant struggle was not all in
vain, for it held the spy's whole attention as he mastered his victim,
and it prevented him from seeing a second boyish figure racing into the
hollow down the slope by which the spy had entered.
Chippy, clever Chippy, saw his staunch brother scout dashing into the
combat, and began to yell at the highest pitch of his voice, not
calling to Dick, but just making a noise, any noise, to cover the sound
of those swift feet, and give Dick the advantage of a surprise as he
darted up behind the spy.
Dick made full use of the opportunity. He had watched every movement
of the two in the hollow, and had leapt from his cover as soon as he
saw Chippy begin to struggle. His patrol flag was fastened on a stout
ashen staff, hard as iron, an old alpenstock cut down. He swung it up
as he ran, and he was within a yard of striking distance, when he saw
the spy's hand reappear with something in it glittering like the blade
of a dagger.
With a last bound Dick was within reach, and he brought the heavy staff
down with all his strength, fetching the spy a ringing crack on the
head. Half-stunned, the man staggered round to face the new assailant,
and Chippy saw his chance. He tore himself free, made a swift dive to
the ground, and was off. Dick joined him, and the two boys scoured
away at full speed, leaving the spy all abroad for the moment from the
effects of that shrewd stroke.