CHAPTER XV

THE TRIAL SPIN

Perk had closely examined a number of things about the amphibian in

which they anticipated carrying out the gigantic task committed to their

hands by the Chief at Headquarters; and whom they looked up to as worthy

of their utmost respect as an organizer able to consider the utmost

details. Most of his scrutiny, however, did not have any connection with

new gadgets affixed to the black dashboard fronting the pilot's seat;

but lay in the direction of the combination of wheels for landing on

solid ground, also pontoons for use when seeking to drop down on the

water of river, lagoon, or even the sea itself.

He spent considerable time in examining the working of this contrivance,

which he had reason to fully appreciate--if only it proved all that was

claimed for it, which was soon to be settled.

Then the new-fangled muffler for the engine exhaust was a source of vast

attention on Perk's part; Jack could see him shaking his head

incredulously; and from this suspected Perk of doubting its efficiency;

but then Perk happened to be something of a skeptic, and even though he

did not come from Missouri he usually had to be shown before yielding

his doubts.

"Let's get out of here, and aloft," suggested Jack, when he found it was

about an hour before noon time.

The field just then presented a rather animated appearance, as ships

were coming in, and going out; with several taking up parties who were

eager to try a first air swing. This just suited Jack, for it would keep

many curious eyes off their movements; and just then the less notice

they drew the better he would be pleased.

They picked up a couple of field workers to lend a hand, and hence their

rather seedy looking water and air craft was wheeled into position,

after it had been serviced while yet in the hangar, a very nice

undertaking for one who disliked publicity.

"Here, Wally," Jack went on to say, when everything seemed in readiness

for their initial jump, "suppose you take hold, seeing you're more

accustomed to this type of boat than I am. However I'll soon get

acquainted, and then it'll be okay. Step in, and grab the stick,

partner; nothing to keep us on ground that I know of; and I'm anxious to

have a look-in at the waterways where we're hoping for a run of luck

with the ducks and geese."

Much of this of course was for the benefit of the two men in dungarees,

for how were Jack and his pard to know but that one of them might turn

out to be a clever spy in the pay of the never sleeping Combine, jealous

of their hitherto unsurpassed success in beating the customs, and in a

way daring the Secret Service branch of the Federal Government to "do

its level best to down them"?

Perk was not in the least averse to taking the place of honor when the

amphibian would start its initial flight in their hands. He proved the

absolute truth of what he had said about being fairly at home with the

ship that belonged to both the land and water contingent; for they made

only a short run when contact with the ground was cut off, and like a

bird broken away from its brass cage and soaring upward, they started to

spiral in the effort to gain altitude.

When he had a ceiling of say about five hundred feet or more, Perk

commenced a wide swing, wishing to circle the city on the seashore, to

view it from a different angle than their former experience had given

them.

"Now point her blunt nose into the north, buddy--we're off!" Jack bawled

in the ear of the pilot, the ear-phones not having as yet been

adjusted--all those things came under the line of Perk's duty, and would

be attended to in due time.

They speedily left the good city of Charleston behind them, and were

passing over the Navy-yard; which place Perk meant to examine more

closely with his glasses on another occasion, when matters would be

easier for him.

"How does she go?" shouted Jack, later on, when they could no longer

catch even a fugitive glimpse of the city, saving the cloud of smoke

that almost always hung over the high buildings and steeples.

"Bang up, boss; works like a charm!" yelled Perk, happily, as though he

was not "caring a Continental" just how long Jack allowed him to hold

the post of honor. "Whoever looked after the job o' gettin' this classic

old-timer in great shape for this work, he shore knew his onions, I'll

say. It's a snap to run this boat, if yeou want to know my 'pinion."

"I think I'll take a whirl at the controls, partner!" cried Jack; "stay

just where you are for a while at least; I can play the game as a

back-seat driver. Here goes, then."

He was pleased to find it no trouble whatever to handle the amphibian as

though he knew everything about such craft; after all airships are run

pretty much alike; and it depends on the adaptability of the pilot as to

whether he can work the same as with his own familiar type of

craft--there are some people who are able to master any and all models

of automobiles, even though handling them for the first time, especially

men mechanically inclined by Nature,--and Jack happened to belong to

that class.

"You can go about your duties, Wally; I'll work over into the front seat

okay, for its an easy job, I reckon. When we make up our minds to dip

down and wet the pontoons in some body of water, fresh or salt, I'll let

you handle the boat again; though I imagine I could do the thing without

much splash if I was put to it. I'll soon get the hang of the trick, you

can well believe."

"Huh! yeou would, Mister--it aint much that'd faize yeou, take it from

me as knows."

After that conversation was such a tremendous effort that it languished

until a better opportunity opened up--this would come when Jack found it

expedient to make a test of the muffler system, with which their boat

had been supplied, and which Perk was eager to see tried out.

To the delight of both fliers the device worked to a charm, most of the

deafening racket being abated, even when they going at the fastest speed

of which the "has-been" Curtiss-Falcon was capable of exhibiting--much

more than a hundred miles an hour, Perk figured.

"Huh! mebbe naow they call this ship a relic o' the past," he grunted,

when the success of the experiment was assured; "but I wanter say right

naow there aint amany up-to-the-minute ships as kin run circles 'raound

this _tub_, as some wise guy pilot'd call her. See, yeou kin hear ev'ry

word I'm asayin' an' yet I aint ahollerin' any to notice. It's a bully

invention, an' shows where we're agettin' in this science o' aviation.

From what I hears, them ships as is acarryin' smuggled stuff 'long the

seaboard aint great at speed, 'cause they don't need to be, their job

bein' to carry hefty loads each trip, an' be steady goers. If the chanct

ever comes to try this Falcon aout agin one o' that dirty bunch, I'm

wagerin' we'll overhaul the same hands down, an' no takers."

"I hope your prediction proves a true one, brother," Jack told him;

"for, come to think of it, there's a pretty good chance we may yet be up

against a hot chase, either the pursued, or better still, the pursuer;

in either case having the speediest craft would be an advantage worth

while. Yes, that seems to be okay, and a big improvement over all that

row we're accustomed to carrying along with us wherever we go."

They had been heading up the coast, keeping within sight of the Atlantic

most of the time; but paying constant attention to inland pictures.

Of course Perk had before then brought his faithful and much beloved

glasses out of their nook, and was making frequent use of the same,

staring this way and that, sometimes making a noise with his mouth as

though grunting his surprise to discover what a clear atmosphere

attended their trial flight, and how close up the powerful binocular

lens brought far distant objects.

"It shore is a big treat jest to be squattin' hyah, suh, an' observin'

so much all 'raound us. Looks like a mighty tough region daown there, I

got to admit; an' if them slick guys air ahidin' their landin' place

where them awful swampy tracts lie, we're agoin' to have aour hands

right full alocatin' the same, an' gettin' what we come after in the

bargain."

"Don't worry, partner," Jack told him, in as smooth a voice as though he

could see nothing whatever to cause undue anxiety. "Rome, you may

remember, wasn't built in a day; there'll be heaps of time to get our

little work in; and we were told to take as long as we thought

wise--that there was no need of trying to wind things up in a hurry."

"That's correct, boss," admitted the easily convinced Perk; and then

deftly turning the talk in another quarter he went on to add, pointing

as he made the remark: "Looky yondah, suh, see that neat lit' bayou jest

anestlin' there like a private pond. Wouldn't it be fine if we could

on'y drop daown, an' try aour pontoons on that sheet o' water. Doant

seem to be a livin' thing araoun' neither, less it might be a 'gator,

stickin' his nose up to see if the coast it be clear."

Jack turned the craft to a severe dip, at which the pleased Perk grinned

horribly, as if he considered he had made a real "wise-crack."

"Goin' daown, folks--main floor next--ev'rybody aout then what aint

agwine to the basement!" he went on to remark, quaintly; and Jack could

see how his best pal was earnestly trying to acquire the genuine

Southern manner of speech, tinctured with a touch of negro dialect.

"I'm going to try to make contact myself, brother," announced the

confident pilot, as, after several circling movements he headed up

against the sea breeze that was blowing from the southeast just then.

Perk did not appear to feel any concern, such confidence did he have in

the other's ability to make landings so soft that an egg would hardly

have been crushed by any jumpy motion.

Jack watched his contact with the water--the big boat dipped, sprang up,

came in touch again, and then settled down to making headway, the little

wavelets curling away from the bows of the pontoons with a murmurous

sound very similar to the gurgling of a running mountain brook.

"Splendid work, buddy, better'n I could a done it myself, with all the

sperience I done had long ago. An' she does work to a charm, sure as

yeou're born. We're in bully great luck, all right, to have 'em pick

aout sech a dandy ole boat like this, that does her makers credit. I'll

tell the world."

Jack was not planning to stay in that lonely bayou for any length of

time; what they were out to pay particular attention to on this their

initial trip was the lay of the land; also to familiarize themselves

with the working of the amphibian; so presently he again left the water,

and arose like a lark.

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