THE ARMED CRUISER.
The next morning, when Jack and Bill turned out, there was quite a
flutter among the passengers. A large ship had been sighted in the
distance, coming rapidly westward. As she drew nearer it could be seen
that she was a monster craft of four immense funnels painted a sombre
black without colored bands to relieve the effect. Her upper works were
a dull brown and her hull, black.
Speculation was rife concerning her identity, but it soon became noised
about that the craft was the _Ruritania_ of the Anglican Line, which
had, apparently, been converted into an auxiliary cruiser by the English
Government on the outbreak of the war. The sight of guns mounted on her
fore and aft decks confirmed this.
On she came, a fine, grim spectacle in her dull paint. An absorbed
shipload watched her, leaning over the rails as she drew abreast.
"Lie to!"
The signals fluttered from her halliards and the same order was flashed
by wireless.
For the second time the _St. Mark's_ engines revolved more and more
slowly. The two big vessels lay opposite each other on the swells,
nodding solemnly. Before long a boat came bobbing over the seas from the
_Ruritania_.
"Now's your chance to give that fellow Earwig up," declared Raynor to
Jack, as, leaning in the door of the wireless room, they watched the
scene.
"Somehow it seems to me that would be a shabby trick," said Jack, after
a moment's thought. "I'll confess, though, that when the _Ruritania_
hove in sight such a thought came into my mind. But--oh, well, I guess
we'll let him get by this time."
"Maybe you'll be sorry for it later on," said Raynor, little guessing
that those words were prophetic. There was to come a time when Jack was
to bitterly regret having let Radwig escape capture by the British.
The inspection by the naval reserve officer of the _Ruritania_ did not
vary from that which the _St. Mark_ had already undergone at the hands
of the _Berwick_. Naturally, the German reservists having been already
given up, there was little to do but to overhaul the ship's papers. This
did not take long, and before half an hour had passed, the two
steamships saluted each other and parted company.
That afternoon Jack had a visitor in the wireless room. It was Mr.
Johnson. He opened the conversation ingratiatingly.
"I'm afraid I rather lost my temper the other afternoon," he said. "I
want to apologize."
"That's all right," said Jack briefly, choking back a longing to tell
Mr. Johnson that he was perfectly aware of his identity.
"I--er--perhaps what I offered was not enough," he continued. "I may
tell you now that I will double or triple the amount if you will send a
message for me,--using a code, of course."
Jack jumped to his feet, his eyes ablaze.
"See here, sir," he shot out, "you might offer me all the money there is
in Germany but it would not be of the slightest interest to me. Now if
you have nothing more to say, I'll ask you to leave this cabin before
I----"
The angry boy checked himself with his hands clenched and his eyes
flashing. A murderous look came into Mr. Johnson's bearded face, but he
appeared to be determined to keep himself in check.
"Do not be foolish," he urged; "have an eye to your own interests. As
for your reference to Germany----"
"You are going to say that you don't understand it," cut in Jack.
"Well, I must say I----"
"Don't go any further," interrupted the angry young wireless boy, "and
now 'Mr. Johnson,' or Herr Radwig, I'll ask you to leave."
Radwig looked for a moment as if he was about to choke. His face turned
purple and his hands clenched and unclenched nervously. The sweat stood
out in tiny beads on his forehead.
"What do you mean----?" he began.
Jack leaned forward and looked at him significantly.
"Just this, Herr Professor, that in spite of that fake beard and your
dyed mustache, I know you. Your reason for being disguised and going
under a false name is no business of mine _now_. See that you don't make
it so."
"You--you----" sputtered the man who was startled in the extreme.
"And furthermore," continued Jack, "we are likely to run across some
more British ships. If you annoy me any more, I shall point you out for
what you are. That will be all. Now go."
Utterly bereft of words, Radwig turned heavily and half fell out of the
cabin. He collided with Bill Raynor, who was just coming in. He fairly
snarled at Jack's chum, who airily remarked:
"Don't slam the door when you're going out!"
"You young whipper snapper, I--I----" choked out Radwig, and being too
discomfited to find words, ended the sentence by shaking his fist at the
two boys.
"Well," said Raynor, as Radwig vanished, muttering angrily to himself,
"it would appear as if you'd spilled the beans, Jack."
"It does look that way, doesn't it?" said Jack with a smile. "I rather
fancy our Teutonic friend will be good for a while now."