A SIGNAL FROM THE RADIO STATION
No signs of life were apparent as the glare of the searchlight played
over the great building, resembling a dock shed in appearance, which
bulked on shore at the end of the pier and slightly to one side of it.
No other buildings could be seen, nothing but the steep slope of a
summer-browned hill, as, obedient to instructions, Robbins swept the
rays of the searchlight over the surroundings.
"Nothing but that great warehouse," said Ensign Warwick to Jack.
"That building seems to me proof positive that this is headquarters for
smugglers of Chinese coolies," said Jack. "Probably 'Black George'
housed them there before distributing them to the mainland. The boats
from Mexico could run in here at night, discharge their coolies into
that barracks, and nobody would be the wiser."
An exclamation from Frank drew their attention.
"Look there."
All gazed in the direction in which Frank pointed. On a shoulder of the
hill behind the barracks, full in the glare of the searchlight, stood
revealed a radio plant and antenna. Whoever aboard the Sub Chaser was
operating the searchlight kept it fixed several minutes on this novel
object.
"Not a sign of life there, either," commented the naval officer. "If
anybody is around here, he's laying mighty low."
They were close now to the barracks. Long, low, solid-walled with not a
window in the sides but with traps in the roofs to admit light and air,
it bulked before them--dark, mysterious, forbidding.
At that moment the searchlight ceased its wandering, and the powerful
glare came to rest full on the huge sliding doors barring the nearer
end. Ensign Warwick turned and held up a hand to indicate he wanted the
light kept in that position.
"I hear something," whispered Bob.
All stood immobile and silent, straining to hear. Distinctly there came
to their ear a sibilant, whispering sound. It was from the barracks.
"Get out of the light," whispered Ensign Warwick. "Half to each side of
the door."
He divided his forces, and all took up their positions. He motioned Bob
and the sailor called Doniphan to him.
"You two are the strongest," he whispered. "That door isn't locked. You
can see it is in two halves that roll back. Each of you push back one
side, being careful to keep the door between yourselves and the
interior. We'll crouch on the sides, ready for action if there is
anybody within. The searchlight will play right through the doorway and
light up the interior. Ready? Then, let's go."
Bob and Doniphan obediently set their shoulders and forearms against the
great beams lacing the front of the doors. The latter swayed slightly,
then gave. Steadily the two young fellows pushed back the doors, and the
light struck through into the dark interior.
A moaning sound went up that rose and rose into an eerie shriek. The
hair of the listeners stood on end. Frank and Jack crouching to one side
leaned against each other instinctively.
"What's that?"
Bob and Doniphan now had succeeded in pushing the doors fully open. Bob
joined his chums who were on his side of the door, Doniphan his comrades
on the other. The powerful glare of the searchlight illumined the whole
interior. It fell on a huddled group of men in the middle of the great
barracks, whose frightened faces shone white and pale in the light. It
was from them rose the shriek.
They were Chinese.
"Coolies. Smuggled coolies, as I live," exclaimed Ensign Warwick, "and
scared stiff."
No wonder. With those doors opening so mysteriously, that strange light
coming from the darkness, brighter than the noonday sun, searching out
every nook of the interior, and with not a human being in sight, it was
no wonder, indeed, that the ignorant coolies were frightened.
"Poor devils," commented the naval officer to Jack. "I have nothing
against them. They are good enough fellows in their own surroundings,
but have been made the pawns of these smugglers."
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to try to talk to them. Do the rest of you line up on each
side of the doorway."
With that he stepped into the open.
"Who speaks English?" he called clearly.
The big group swayed a little, as if its members were ready to fly apart
and break into flight. In a moment a Chinaman in civilian clothes, as
distinguished from the sort of convict's uniform of dark blue pants and
blouse worn by the others, stepped a pace or two forward. He moved
unwillingly, but evidently was awed by the appearance of the naval
officer in uniform.
"Me speakee Englis," he said. "Me Cholly Lung."
"All right, Charley Lung. I am an officer of the Navy. Out there is a
great big warship. You keep these men quiet and nothing will happen to
them. But if they make trouble the cannon will blow this building to
pieces. You understand? You tell them that."
"Me unnastan'. Me tell 'em."
A quick jabber in Chinese followed, as Charley Lung faced his
unfortunate compatriots.
"Allee boy sclared," Charley Lung declared, facing about. "No maken
tlouble. What shall do?"
"Send each man to his bunk. Tell them to stay there."
Again the quick patter of Chinese on Charley's part. The coolies, some
fifty in number, scampered away, diving headlong into the bunks lining
the walls. Then the Ensign beckoned Charley Lung to him authoritatively.
He asked him a quick series of questions as to the whereabouts of "Black
George," his assistants and the crew of the trawler. Charley looked
bland. To every question he answered monotonously.
"Me no unnastan'. Me no unnastan'."
"Very well," said Ensign Warwick grimly. "You come with me. I think you
do know."
Turning to Doniphan, he said:
"Doniphan, mount guard here. Get a rifle from the boat. We'll wait until
you return. Tell Robbins to keep the searchlight playing in here, and
explain why."
Doniphan was back in a very short time.
"Now," said Ensign Warwick. "We'll take up the trail. I haven't heard a
sound for some time. But somewhere up that creek Inspector Burton's
party has met the enemy, and we must go to the rescue."
Turning to the Chinaman, he said:
"Charley, you are interpreter here. Don't deny it. You know where 'Black
George' and his party have gone. And you know the road to follow. You
have been violating the laws of this country and you are in my power
now. If you do what I say, it may be easier for you later. Now I want
you to lead the way."
Charley Lung looked at him through slitted eyes. There was not a trace
of expression on his face to show that he understood or that he feared.
"A' light," he said. "Come along dlis way."
He struck off at once at a tangent from the barracks, bending his steps
along a narrow trail following the creek into a canyon between high
hills. The others followed, Ensign Warwick gripping Charley by an arm.
The three chums were at the rear of the procession. As the others dimly
seen in the darkness turned a bend in the trail and disappeared up the
canyon, Jack chanced to look back. The searchlight still shot steadily,
a golden bar of light athwart the darkness and accentuating it by
contrast. In its rays the barracks stood out clear-cut as an etching,
with the figure of Doniphan, the sentry, before the door. But Jack's
keen eyes saw something else, and he gripped his companions' arms and
pointed upward.
Their gaze followed. Gradually their eyes picked out the dim bulk of the
radio station seen earlier in the glare of the searchlight. But what had
alarmed Jack? They could see nothing.
"There. That light. There it is again."
Through a window in the end wall of the station blinked a light, once,
twice, thrice. Then all was dark again.
"Signal," said Jack with conviction. "Somebody's up there."
"Come on, let's find out," said the impetuous Frank, starting forward.
Jack restrained him.
"Better tell Ensign Warwick."
Without a word, Bob turned and darted away up the trail. He was back in
five or six minutes.
"Can't see them," he said, "they must have left the trail and struck off
at an angle somewhere. I used my flashlight, too, but couldn't see a
soul."
"Very well," said Jack. "Then there's nothing else for it. We can't let
that light go unchallenged. We'll have to investigate ourselves. Come
on."
The three chums started picking their way among the loose stones, up the
side of the hill, in the darkness.