CHAPTER XXIX

JETHRO TAKES A HAND

"Lookey, Jack, it's a crate 'bout like ourn--an amphibian, an' a beaut

in the bargain. What great luck, oh boy!" was what Perk was whispering

into his chum's ear.

"I see it--let up on the talk,--we've got to plan quick, for fear the

ship takes off again!" Jack told him, vexed because his pal seemed

unable to bridle his tongue when silence was what they most needed.

He could see the two men who had come with the amphibian, since they

were still wearing their service togs, and helmets. They seemed to be

enjoying themselves hugely with some of the occupants of the main camp;

as though in a high humor because of their successful flight, and safe

arrival.

"What kinder ship be that, partner?" demanded the one who could not be

effectually squelched.

"I don't know--looks mighty like one of those new multi-motored

Kingbirds, with a big cabin that might hold a dozen passengers. Now

please hold your breath, Wally, and let me _think_--we've got to work

fast for they'll take off any time now."

Jack having already about decided on their line of action was not long

in reaching a conclusion. It was to be the turn of Jethro now--he had

promised the other he should have his inning, under the conviction that

the guide had earned a right to strike one good blow, so as to feel he

had thus avenged his family wrongs at the hands of John Haddock.

A hurried consultation in whispers followed. Then Jethro backed away,

with some object carefully tucked under an arm. When he was beyond the

range of their limited observation Jack touched Perk on the arm.

"We're moving our base, brother," he told him most cautiously. "Jethro

has only a regular bomb to set, and will have to scuttle out of that in

something of a hurry. They may start a search, and come this way; so we

ought to be on our way to the boat."

"Shucks! naow aint that jest too bad--yeou're abreakin' my heart,

Boss--I shore did want to see that ship smashed to flinders," whispered

the chagrined Perk.

"We may yet--I know of another place further back, where it'd be safe

for us to stop, and then hurry off after it happens."

In this fashion then did Jack smother the budding mutiny on Perk's part;

so they began their retrograde movement, with all their senses on the

alert to avoid any hovering danger.

From all the indications Jack had already guessed the smugglers were on

nettles and pins concerning the meaning of the late disasters that had

struck their hitherto smooth running machine--they had been turning

their heads this way and that, as if uneasy, casting frequent anxious

glances toward the big and costly airship (that undoubtedly had only

lately become a regular visitor at the rendezvous camp), as if tempted

to believe it too might suddenly burst into flames, as though some

mysterious and powerful electrical ray were at work, bringing

destruction in its wake.

Arriving at the back refuge mentioned by observing Jack, they crouched

down and waited for whatever was fated to come to pass. Jack himself

felt a bit anxious, wondering whether it had been a wise thing to allow

inexperienced Jethro to handle this last hazard--what if he managed to

make a mess of it in spite of his good intentions, and all the teaching

he, Jack, had given him? On the other hand there was always a

possibility that some restless member of the gang suddenly decide to

step over, and see if everything was well with the expensive addition to

their air force--should such an investigator run smack up against their

cracker guide in the act of setting his bomb, the result might be a

premature explosion that would prove disasterous to poor Jethro, even

though it also destroyed the expensive ship.

Perk was holding his breath with eagerness, only taking an occasional

gulph when it became absolutely necessary. Jack, too, admitted to

feeling his usually well trained nerves tingling with mingled sensations

as the minutes crept on and nothing came to pass.

Then suddenly without the slightest warning it happened--there was a

most dazzling illumination, very like a nearby flash of lightning, and

accompanied by a frightful explosion that actually almost caused the two

watchers to fall flat on their backs.

They had a glimpse however, of a vast upheaval, as the new amphibian was

cast up skyward in fragments, even the weighty motors being hurled

aloft, to speedily come back to earth with dreadful force. Every man in

the camp had been blown off his feet, and could be seen toppling in all

directions.

Jack clutched Perk by the arm, and gave him a tug which the other

understood meant they must cut for the boat with another instant's

delay. The last thing they glimpsed was the various prostrate figures

scrambling to their feet, and naturally hurrying forward, risking being

injured by the still falling fragments of what had so recently been a

beautiful sample of the very latest up-to-date cabin tri-motored

passenger airship, sponsored, if Jack had guessed rightly, by one of the

foremost building corporations known to the world of aviation.

They managed to arrive in safety at their goal, and to Jack's great

relief found faithful Jethro awaiting their coming, full to the brim

with joy over the consummation of his scheme for revenge long since

over-due.

The clamor from the camp was still at high ebb, men shouting all manner

of exciting things, as they endeavored to recover their wits enough to

try and figure out what it could all mean.

Once upon the river and the fugitives began to make some sort of speed.

No longer did they feel any necessity for using caution, save to avoid

the traps formed by those persistent snags, and other obstructions to a

safe passage. No one could overtake them, thanks to the speed of the old

reconstructed powerboat, as well as the skill of its pilot; and once

they reached the hidingplace of their amphibian how easy for them to

take to the air, leaving Jethro's boat where the plane had been hidden?

Then for the grand climax to their adventure--finding the secret radio

station, and sending it in the wake of the destroyed speedboat, also the

two smuggler airships that would no longer carry contraband loads across

land and water from nearby foreign islands, or mother ships anchored off

the east coast.

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