THE RESCUE
Without further mishap they went on through the woods and reached the
edge of the asylum grounds. There seemed to be no one moving about the
place, not even a uniformed attendant. Frank looked at the institution
where his father was a prisoner and thought of how much he must have
suffered there.
"Here's a good place for the ladder," said Bart, pointing to a little
ditch through which ran a small stream of water. "No one would ever think
of looking there for it."
"If only the donkey doesn't bray now, and give the alarm," said Fenn.
"I know how to prevent him," remarked Ned.
"How?"
"Fasten his tail down."
The other boys laughed at Ned, but he got a piece of rope used to tie the
ladder on the donkey's back, and attached it to the beast's tail. Then he
put a stone on the rope. Whether this caused it or not the boys could
not tell, but the donkey did not bray after that.
"I think we'd better make a little change in our plans," suggested Frank.
"We were going to stay here until night, at least you three were. Now I
think we had all better go back to camp and take the donkey with us. We
have time enough, and it will be tiresome waiting here until dark. I've
got to go back to get the canoe. You had better come along. We'll have
something to eat and we can leave the donkey at the tent.
"When we have rescued my father you boys can wait until it's light enough
to follow the telephone line back to camp. In the meanwhile I'll go on
with him in the canoe."
"What about the ladder?" asked Ned.
"We'll hide it in the woods," said Frank. "We'll not try to take it back
to Mr. Armstrong, but I'll pay him for it. I think it would be too risky
to come back for it. If we get my father away from there they'll be sure
to be on the lookout for hours afterward, and we can't always depend on
the donkey not braying. Besides, it's a lot of work and risk, and it's
better to pay for the ladder and leave it here. It's worth it to me."
The other boys thought this plan a good one. Accordingly, after the
ladder had been put in the ditch, the boys started back for camp, taking
the donkey with them. The animal seemed to have lost all desire to play
any tricks.
The rain had stopped when the chums got back to their tent, and they made
a fire to dry themselves out a bit. The donkey was tethered so he could
go under the shelter canvas in case of more showers, that still
threatened, and the boys, after getting themselves something to eat, and
feeding the animal, prepared to start again for the sanitarium.
Frank got into the canoe, and, with a wave of his hand paddled off,
calling to his chums that he would meet them about dusk at the ditch
where the ladder was hidden.
It was now well on into the afternoon. The three chums, discussing the
probable outcome of the affair, walked on through the woods. They carried
light lunches with them, and some flasks of cold coffee, for they would
not be back at camp again until time for a late breakfast. Frank also
took some food with him in the boat.
The three boys found Frank waiting for them at the ditch, at which they
arrived at dark. It was raining again, harder than before, but they
managed to find a clump of trees with thick leaves that served as a
partial shelter.
"Did you have any trouble getting here with the boat?" asked Ned of
Frank.
"None at all. I came faster than I ever had before, as the water was
high from the rain. The current is swift, and that will make it hard
going back."
"Maybe one of us could go with you," suggested Bart. "The canoe will hold
three on a pinch."
"I think it would be a good plan," Frank replied.
"Then I'll go," Bart went on. The other boys did not dispute his right,
as he was the best paddler.
It seemed that the time would never come for the attempt to be made. In
the darkness and rain the boys waited, for Frank had said it would not be
safe to try until ten o'clock. At that hour the night watch went on, and
the sanitarium was more quiet.
"Let's get the ladder out and lay it along the edge of the grass plot,"
suggested Ned. "No one can see us, and it will be something to do."
They followed this advice, and the ladder was placed in readiness at the
edge of the asylum grounds. Once more they resumed their waiting. How the
rain pelted down! The wind too, had increased, and it blew through the
trees with a mournful sound. It was dark and chilly in the woods, and, in
spite of their raincoats, the boys were anything but comfortable. It
seemed as though ten o'clock would never come.
Frank had a small pocket electric light with him, run by a dry battery,
and, by pressing a button, a faint glow could be had. By means of this
the boys frequently glanced at their watches.
"I'm not going to look again until I think it's ten o'clock," declared
Frank. But he could not resist, and, after waiting what seemed like an
hour he glanced at the time-piece again. It was half-past nine.
"Half an hour more," he announced. "That will be the longest of all."
It was, but ten o'clock came at last. Cautiously the boys stole from
their hiding places. They picked up the ladder and looked toward the
asylum building. It was dark, save where a faint light showed through one
window, and Frank knew this was in a corridor.
"Do you know which is the window of his room?" asked Ned.
"Yes," replied Frank. "It's the third one from the right hand end of the
building, in the second story. The ladder will more than reach, as the
windows are low ones."
Foot by foot they advanced, listening every little while, to find out
if their approach was noticed. But there was only the wind and rain
to be heard.
"Here we are," whispered Frank, as they came to a halt beneath the window
of room twenty-eight. "Now help me raise the ladder."
Four pair of sturdy young arms soon accomplished this, though it was hard
work. While the three boys steadied the ladder at the bottom, Frank went
up it. He held some pebbles in his hand and, when he could safely throw
them at the glass he did so, making the signal agreed upon with his
father. The little stones made more noise than he supposed they would,
but he hoped no one but Mr. Roscoe would hear them. Frank, standing on
the ladder under the window waited anxiously.
Suddenly the window sash, to the left of the one where he thought his
father was, went up softly. A head was thrust out.
"I wonder if I have made a mistake," Frank thought. The next instant he
heard a voice calling to him.
"They have taken the king of the cannibal islands away!"
Frank recognized the voice as that of the insane man who had caused a
disturbance the first night he was on duty.
"Where have they taken him?" asked Frank, and he hoped the man could
answer rationally.
"They have taken him away," the man went on. "I know! I'm crazy but I
know. The cannibals have taken the king away. Ha! Ha! A good joke!"
He was speaking and laughing in low tones.
"I have come to rescue him. He is my father! Can't you tell me where he
is?" pleaded Frank.
"Good boy! Rescue father," whispered the lunatic. "I know. My head is a
barrel, and if I came down the ladder I would fall. I don't want to be
rescued. I own this place. But number twenty-eight. Yes, he ought to
go. He's all right. They give him bad stuff to eat. I'm a barrel, but I
own this place. It's barreled up inside of me. This side up with care!
C. O. D. you know. Pay all charges. Ha! Ha! Good joke! They took the
king away."
"But where?" persisted Frank. Was his plan to fail? Had the asylum
authorities found out about it and removed his father?
"What's the matter?" called Bart from below.
"Think!" whispered Frank to the lunatic. "Tell me where he is! I want to
take him away!"
"That's right! Take him away. This is no place for him. This is a place
for barrels. Listen," and the man leaned far out of the window. "He's on
the north side, in a room just like the one he was in, only on the top
floor. I know! They tried to fool me but I hid in a barrel and I found
out. It was a barrel with the hoops off, and I saw them take the king of
the cannibal islands away. It's a great joke! I'm a barrel!"
"Is it on the other side?" asked Frank, wanting to be sure.
But the lunatic had shut his window. It was all black and dark again, and
the rain and the wind seemed a fitting accompaniment for the sorrow that
was in Frank's heart. He came down the ladder.
"What's the matter?" asked his chums, and he told them.
"Let's try the other side. Try the third window from the end, on the top
floor," suggested Ned. "It can't do any harm. Maybe the crazy man spoke
the truth. Sometimes they do."
"It's worth trying, anyhow," said Bart, and, though Frank did not have
much hope, he agreed with his chums.
The ladder was carried around the building. As the boys looked up they
saw all the windows were in darkness save one. That one was in the top
row, and was the third from the end.
"It's against the rules for any of the patients to have a light in their
rooms after nine o'clock," remarked Frank. "I wonder what that means?"
"Perhaps your father placed it there for a signal," suggested Fenn.
"I'm going to see!" exclaimed Frank.
Silently the boys raised the ladder to the casement. It was a little too
short, but a person stepping from the window and hanging on the sill with
both hands could just reach the topmost rung. Frank went up. He threw the
signal stones at the glass. They rattled like hail. The next instant the
sash went up. A head was stuck out.
"Is that you, Frank?" a voice whispered.
"Yes, father! Can you come down?"
"Right away. Is everything safe?"
"Everything. Be careful, you will have to make a long step."
"I can do it. I have done more difficult things than this on my travels."
Frank's heart beat high with hope, for he knew from the sound of his
father's voice that the prisoner was sane.
Cautiously Mr. Roscoe crawled from the window. He hung by his hands until
his feet touched the top rung of the ladder. Then, with Frank preceding
him, he went down and was soon on the ground.
"These are my chums, father," said Frank.
"I can't tell how I thank you for getting me from that terrible place,"
said Mr. Roscoe. "But we must hurry away. The guard will make his rounds
soon, and if he sees my room empty the alarm will be given."
"Come, boys," exclaimed Bart. "Hide the ladder."
They carried it through the rain back to the ditch and placed it away.
Then Frank and Bart led Mr. Roscoe through the woods to the foot of
the cliff where the boat was fastened. Ned and Fenn took their
positions under the tree-shelter to wait for morning, when they could
start back for camp.
"All aboard!" called Frank, as he helped Mr. Roscoe into the canoe.
At that instant the bell of the institution began to ring.
"What's that?" cried Frank.
"The alarm!" exclaimed Mr. Roscoe. "They have discovered my escape."
"Paddle! Paddle!" cried Frank, dipping his blade into the water.