UNDER COVER OF NIGHT
Some time later, when George again relieved Josh at the outlook post,
the latter came strolling up to the little fire to get his supper, of
which he was in need, for Josh had a pretty healthy appetite that seldom
went back on him.
“One thing sure,” he remarked, as he sat himself down and prepared to
have Buster wait on him, “when you told me, Jack, to build this fire so
it couldn’t be easily seen from out on the river, you knew what you were
talking about.”
“Well,” remarked the commodore simply, “my idea at the time was to avoid
having the light noticed too easily by any one who happened to be on the
water. Yes, and I hoped to keep the people on that monitor a mile and
more away from wanting to pay us a visit too early in the night.”
“It might break up our plans all right if they did come,” agreed Josh,
lifting his tincup to his lips and proceeding to let some of the fine
coffee pass down his throat as a “bracer” or opening of ceremonies.
“As long as you stayed out there at the point, did you see or hear
anything suspicious, Josh?” Buster wanted to know, when he handed the
platter, heaped up with good things, to the late-comer.
“Never a sign all the time I stood sentry,” came the reply, though Josh
had a little difficulty in talking and eating at the same time. “But
please let me take the edge off my ferocious appetite before you throw
any more questions at me, fellows. I’ll be in a more angelic humor then,
mebbe.”
“Angelic--that’s pretty rich for you, Josh,” gurgled Buster; but, having
enough sympathy for a hungry chum to know how Josh felt, he maintained a
discreet silence after that.
Jack walked over to the near-by shore. He wanted to find out for himself
how matters seemed to be going.
“Hello! That you, Jack?” said a voice suddenly, when he found himself
close to the brim of the river.
It had become so dark by this time, the moon not having as yet arisen
behind the clouds, that seeing was next to impossible. George, however,
had heard footsteps somewhere close by, and guessed who was coming.
“Yes, where are you, George? Oh, I see you, now that you move. That’s
the boat just beyond you, too. Everything lovely with you?”
“I heard something across the river that sounded as if it might be a
boat being lowered that struck against the side of the monitor. Then
there were voices, too. You know how queer sounds come across a mile or
more of water, Jack?”
“Yes, of course I do. But if it was a boat being lowered we’ll have to
change our plans somewhat,” Jack continued.
“By that you mean get away from here sooner?” queried the vidette.
“Just what I do, George.”
“Suppose now it was a boat being put in the water that I heard, though I
may have been mistaken; how long would it take them to row over here, do
you think?” George asked next.
“That depends on how hard they handled the oars,” said Jack. “It could
hardly be less than half an hour at the best, I should say. You see, the
monitor lies down-stream from here, so they’d have to first of all work
against the strong current before crossing.”
“Yes, and then again it might be they’d try to keep us from hearing them
coming all they could, Jack, which would mean they couldn’t put all
their strength into the work.”
“You’ve got the right idea, George; so we can have something like half
an hour to get away in. It may turn out to be a false alarm after all,
but we can’t afford to take any chances.”
“That’s so,” agreed the other briskly, for a wonder, never dreaming of
offering any objection. “The sooner we’re abroad on the river the
better. Then again, before the old moon comes up behind the clouds,
we’ll have it pitch dark. That ought to help us a lot about slipping
past without getting caught.”
“Stay here, and keep on listening, George.”
“Are you going back to get the rest of the crowd, Jack?”
“Yes. As soon as Josh has finished his supper we had better go aboard
again and shove off,” he was informed.
“But say, tell me how you expect to work it, please Jack, before you
go.”
“If you mean the boat, that’s a simple thing,” the skipper told him.
“You know we’ve got a strong push-pole that’s a pretty good length?
Well, I took soundings as we came in toward the shore, and found that
the river is fairly shallow around here. With that pole we can push out
into the stream quite a little distance. Then we’ll just lie low and let
her float on the current.”
“Well, now, I sort of expected that would be the programme,” said
George; “and I certainly agree with you there. Silence is our best asset
in a game like this. We’d feel pretty cheap and small after getting well
started if all of a sudden some one called out of the darkness:
‘Tag--you’re it!’”
George, finding Jack had slipped away meanwhile, and that he was merely
talking to empty space, drew the line at wasting his breath in this
manner, and relapsed into silence.
When Jack got back to the little fire he found that, short though the
time had been, Josh had made rapid headway with his supper. The pannikin
was already more than half empty, and that must be his third cup of
coffee Buster was pouring out for him.
Everybody looked up as Jack came into camp.
“You’ll have just five minutes more, Josh, to finish your supper,” was
the first thing the other said as he joined them.
Josh looked surprised.
“What! so soon?” he exclaimed, and then started in to devour his food
ravenously, as though determined to make the best of the limited time.
Buster laughed softly.
“Josh, you make me think of that old, old fellow who had his gravestone
cut, and kept it in the house for about thirty years. The neighbors were
wild with curiosity to know what he had put on the same, leaving a blank
for the date of his departure. After he was buried every one flocked to
the cemetery to read it. And this was what they found chiseled in the
stone: ‘I expected this--but not so soon!’”
Josh did not make any reply. He was indeed too busy to even laugh just
then, for in his mind the seconds were trooping past, and it went
against his grain to waste good food.
When three minutes had passed he was ready. Meanwhile Jack had glanced
around to make sure they left nothing behind them in the shape of a
blanket or cooking utensil, none of which he felt they could spare.
“There, I’m all ready for business!” announced Josh, climbing to his
feet, for he was really too full of supper to move with his accustomed
agility.
“Everybody get hold of something, then,” said Jack, “and we’ll head for
the boat. I’ll scatter the fire last of all. That’s the true hunter way,
you know, never to leave a fire burning behind, because a wind may come
up and scatter the red ashes among the dead leaves. Many a forest fire
has sprung from just that folly. But in our case we’ve got another
reason for wanting to kill the blaze; it may keep some people guessing
to know what’s become of us.”
Presently all this had been accomplished, and they were heading, Indian
file, toward the river bank. Josh led the way, laden down with things.
Then came the Serbian boy, and his little sister, who clung to
him through it all; after them Buster stumbled with his customary
awkwardness, while Jack brought up the rear to make sure that no one
strayed from the line.
They soon arrived at the edge of the bank, where George joined them.
Buster, as he looked anxiously out at the bank of gloom marking the
river, felt a strange sensation taking possession of him. It was not
fear, though possibly the feeling could be likened to awe.
“Makes me think of the smugglers landing on the coast of England, and
trying to evade the revenue officers with their casks of spirits,” he
whispered to Josh.
Somehow, although as yet Jack had said nothing on that score, even
Buster seemed to realize that there was great need for caution, which
was why he lowered his voice in the way he did.
The next thing was to get aboard the boat. Jack saw to it first of all
that the brother and sister were safe, and then urged Buster to follow
suit.
“Josh, I’m going to appoint you to the honor task,” he went on to say
softly.
“Good for you, Jack,” came the low reply; “just tell me what I’m to do?”
“George will go aboard with me, for we want to get the push-pole handy.
When I give a whistle, unfasten the cable and shove her off, climbing
over the side yourself the best way you can. Get that, Josh?”
“Just my style, boss,” he heard the other say as he started toward the
tree to which the strong rope was attached.
Jack had examined his chart many times lately, so that he knew just
where they must be on the river. The Danube takes a sharp turn toward
the east at Belgrade, and here the Save River empties into the larger
stream. On the same shore that the little party had chosen for their
landing lies the Austrian town of Semlin; and here on the heights strong
fortifications have long menaced the Serbian capital, as well as other
batteries further along the Danube.
It would be impossible for them to land above Belgrade in order to let
their passengers go ashore, so on this account it was necessary that
they take the two with them while running the batteries.
Jack had regretted this, because he did not like the idea of that
innocent child sharing their danger; still, so far as he could see,
there was nothing else to be done. The Serb begged him not to think of
abandoning them while on hostile territory. He had explained by gestures
and pictures that his father had been a general in the Serbian army, and
on account of the hatred borne for his family by the Hungarians he felt
sure something terrible would happen if they fell into the hands of the
enemy and their identity were discovered.
When Jack had everything in readiness for their hasty departure he gave
the low whistle for which Josh on shore was impatiently waiting. They
could hear him pulling the cable from around the tree trunk; then it
came aboard, and Josh started pushing the boat off.
This required no great effort, for the water was sufficient to float
such a small craft comfortably. Having managed to get the boat started,
Josh clambered aboard and, being a nimble fellow, even though far from
himself after that hearty supper, he contrived to accomplish this
without any particular noise.
“We’re off!” said George softly, but with considerable satisfaction, as
he felt the motorboat moving under the impetus Jack was giving to the
push-pole.
“Bully!” echoed Buster, though at the time he probably hardly knew
whether he could call himself satisfied or not; for he realized that
they were taking more or less desperate chances in trying to slip down
the river when two hostile armies were spread along the opposite banks
watching for any sign of a surprise and doubtless ready to start a hot
fire at the first indication of a crossing being attempted.
This was especially true of the Serbians, for they knew that an invasion
of their territory was planned by the Austrian army, backed by heavy
artillery.
Jack continued to handle that pole with more or less ability. It was no
new task for him. Any one who goes much upon the water in motorboats
learns the value of a good pole, especially when the cruise leads
through swampy sections, where it is no uncommon thing to be mired and
need other help than that afforded by the unreliable engine.
The current began to make itself felt almost immediately they were off.
It was Jack’s intention to keep on using his pole until he could no
longer touch bottom. When that time arrived they would have to let the
boat drift with the current, under the belief that it was apt to stay
fairly well out in the river.
“Listen, everybody,” said Jack about this time; “from now on silence is
going to be the golden rule aboard this craft. Don’t say a single word
unless you have to, and then whisper it. That applies to every one.”
The night was fairly quiet about this time, at least there was no firing
from the batteries on the banks of the Danube, though thousands upon
thousands of armed men kept watch there, ready to lock arms in a fierce
battle when the time came.
Long had this feeling of bitter enmity lain deep down in the hearts of
Austrian and Serb. The dual monarchy had for many years looked upon the
smaller kingdom as a tempting morsel that some day she hoped to engulf
into her capacious maw, just as had been done in the case of Bosnia and
other countries now forming parts of the Austrian patchwork of many
tongues and many people, all under the rule of Francis Joseph. And now
at last war had actually broken out, so that the scores of many years
would all have a chance of being settled before peace came again to
distracted Europe.
Deeper grew the water, so that Jack was beginning to find some difficulty
in reaching bottom. This meant that presently there would be no further
need of the push-pole, for they would have gotten out far enough to let
the stream carry them along.
It was about this time that sounds came stealing over the water,
causing fresh alarm. All of them could make out the distinct creak of
oars in rowlocks, being worked with a steady rhythm that told of
experienced hands in the unseen boat.
Then the next thing they heard was a low muttered word of command, which
came from exactly the same quarter as the other noise.
A boat was passing toward the shore they had recently left. It must have
come from over the river, and, as the monitor lay in that quarter,
evidently those who had been sent out to investigate the status of the
motorboat party had seen fit to pull straight across first, intending to
follow the trend of the shore up to the camp.
Jack had reason to believe they would pass down before the hostile boat
drew close enough for any one to make them out; nevertheless, his heart
seemed to cease beating for the moment, such was the intense anxiety
that seized upon him.