OFF ON A CRUISE
Cautiously the boys advanced. They did not stop to think what they were
going to do, nor how they would capture the man, who, if he had evil
designs, was probably armed and desperate. With the sole desire of
protecting from loss their friends in the bungalow, they determined to
prevent the man from breaking into the place. That this seemed his
intention was almost certain to the boys, for they saw him approach one
of the low windows, stop under it, and flash his light several times.
“Now’s our chance!” whispered Ned. “Let’s creep up and jump on his
back. Then yell like mad and Ponto, and some of the servants will come
and help us.”
With light footsteps, hardly making a sound that was not covered by the
noise of the wind in the trees, the boys advanced until they were
within a few feet of the man. He did not suspect their presence. The
three chums were trembling with nervousness and excitement.
Suddenly the man flashed a bright beam of light on the ground, and made
a quick motion.
“Now!” whispered Ned. “Jump boys!” for it looked as if the intruder was
about to open a window, and spring inside.
The chums leaped together, and fairly bore the man to the earth. Down
they came upon him, as if they were stopping a halfback, with a
football, running around right end on the second down.
“We’ve got him!” yelled Bob.
“Help! Help!” shouted Ned.
“Murder! Thieves! Robbers! Fire! Police! Help!”
These were cries coming from the man who was struggling to get rid of
the crushing weight of three healthy, sturdy boys.
“He’s trying to get away!” called Jerry: “Hold him, fellows!”
“Let me go! Help! Help! I haven’t any money!” pleaded the man
underneath!” Fire! Police! Help!”
“What is it?” cried Mr. Seabury, opening a window just over where the
struggle was going on, and thrusting his head out. “What’s the matter?”
“We’ve caught a burglar!” cried Bob.
“A burglar? Hold him until I get my revolver! Ponto! Where are you?
There’s a burglar below! Hurry up and help the boys! Where is that
black rascal? I’ll bet he’s gone to sleep again!”
“Comin’! I’se comin’ Massa Seabury,” answered Ponto’s voice from the
far distance. “I were jest takin’ a nap—”
“Do you take me for a burglar?” suddenly asked the wriggling man, as he
succeeded in getting his head from under Bob’s stomach where it had
practically been out of sight. “Did you think I was trying to rob the
house?”
“Of course; aren’t you—” began Jerry, when a light flashing from one of
the windows, as Ponto approached, shone full on the prostrate man’s
face. Upon the startled view of the boys there burst the vision of the
peaceful, though sadly surprised, face of Professor Snodgrass.
“Pro-fes-sor Snodgrass!” exclaimed Ned weakly.
“Pro-fes-sor,” stammered Bob, rolling over in his astonishment.
“Well, if we—” began Jerry but he could not finish.
He let go his hold of the scientist’s arm, and Ned at the same time
loosened his grip on the supposed burglar’s leg. The professor arose,
smoothed out his rumpled clothing, and remarked in a sad tone:
“I suppose it’s got away, now.”
“What?” asked Ned.
“The horned toad. I was chasing one through the garden by the light of
my portable electric lantern. I cornered him under the window, and I
was just casting the net over him when you jumped on me. The toad got
away. It’s too bad, but of course you didn’t know it. I must continue
my hunt, for at last I am really on the track.”
“Whar am dat bug’lar man?” suddenly demanded Ponto, opening the side
door a crack, and thrusting a gun out. “Whar am he? Jest hold him up
agin this yeah shootin’ iron, young gem’mens, an’ Ponto’ll make him
wish he done gone stayed home? Whar am he?”
“Lookout for that gun,” cautioned Ned. “It might be loaded. There’s no
burglar, Ponto. It’s all a mistake. It was Professor Snodgrass, hunting
for horned toads.”
“Yes,” added the scientist. “I heard they were always out just before a
storm, and so I went after them. I saw a fine specimen, but he got
away. However I shall catch him.”
“No bug’lar, eh?” mused Ponto, in disappointed tones. “Golly, it
shorely am lucky fo’ him dat dere ain’t. I shorely would hab plugged
him full ob holes, dat’s a fact!”
By this time Mr. Seabury had dressed and come down, and the girls were
calling in anxious voices to know what all the excitement was about.
Matters were soon explained, and the awakened household prepared to
return to its normal state. That is all but the professor; he decided
to continue his toad hunt, and, probably would have done so, but for
the fact that it began to rain just then, and there was such a
down-pour that it was out of the question to search in the garden.
“Anyway,” the scientist consoled himself, “I don’t believe the toads
would be out in the rain. I shall probably find one to-morrow,” and,
with that comforting reflection he went to sleep.
Though it was rather late Mr. Seabury insisted on hearing from the boys
the rest of the adventure, part of which his daughters had told him. He
was much surprised at the disclosure of Blowitz’s acts, and
congratulated the boys that they had had nothing to do with him.
“Do you think it would be safe to go with Mr. De Vere?” asked Ned.
“I think so,” replied Mr. Seabury. “Of course you want to make an
investigation, but, if you find him all right, I see no reason why you
should not go off on a cruise after the derelict.”
“Oh, I wish we could go,” spoke Rose wistfully, but she knew it was out
of the question.
Mr. De Vere was much better the next day. The swelling in his ankle had
gone down, and he could walk around, though he had to carry his arm in
a sling. He sent for his lawyer, who soon proved that what the injured
man had said was true. The boys consulted further with Mr. Seabury
during the next two days, and made up their minds to go on the cruise.
“Now, when can you start?” asked Mr. De Vere, after this point had been
settled. “Or, rather, when can we start, for I intend to go with you,
though I can’t do much with this broken arm
“We can go whenever you are ready,” replied Jerry.
“Then I’ll give orders to have the _Ripper_ provisioned, for I am going
to pay all expenses. By the time we get ready I think this storm will
have blown over,” for the wind and rain had continued for three days.
Under Maurice De Vere’s directions preparations for the cruise were
soon completed. On the fourth day the storm blew away and there was the
promise of settled weather, though some old sailors, down at the dock,
said there were liable to be high winds for some time yet.
The _Ripper_ was overhauled, a plentiful cargo of provisions and
supplies had been stowed aboard, and, having bid good-bye to their
friends, the Seaburys, the boys were ready for their cruise.
“When will you come back?” asked Rose, as she and her sisters went down
to the dock to see the party off.
“When we find the derelict,” answered Jerry.
“Good luck!” said Nellie.
“Don’t let a sea serpent catch you,” cautioned Olivia, as she waved her
hand.
Jerry threw on the switch, Ned turned the fly wheel over, there was a
throbbing of the cylinders, and the _Ripper_ was off on her long cruise
after the derelict brig.