FETCHING IN THEIR MAN
There was now no further need for caution.
Jack saw the man inside stagger to his feet, drop his gun and throw both
hands up to his face--he was starting to rub his eyes as though they had
already commenced to feel the terrible effect of the pungent acid that
would start the tears flowing in streams and render him temporarily
blind before he could exercise his brain sufficiently to unbar the door
and rush outside.
But already that tiny blaze on the open hearth was increasing, and would
presently gain such headway as to threaten the utter destruction of the
precious papers that they had come so far and braved all sorts of
dangers to get. Something must be done instantly in order to prevent
this threatening catastrophe.
So Jack, always quick to act, with one smashing blow sent the entire
window sash flying into the room. He did not even stop to learn whether
he had cut himself, but gave an upward spring, gained a precarious
knee-hold on the window-sill and allowed himself to fall inside the room
with its unseen gas contents which would of necessity act upon his eyes
even as it already had done in the case of his intended prey.
Across to the fireplace went Jack--he could never tell just how he made
that trip of a dozen feet with his sight already growing dim and his
senses commencing to reel, but he knew that he started to stamp out
every atom of those greedy flames, working like one possessed.
Then he clutched the reeling man by the arm and dragged him across to
the window and bundled him out with as little ceremony as if he had been
a sack of oats.
Blinded himself by this time and hardly knowing what he was doing, Jack
managed to climb through the opening and drop down on top of the
writhing figure on the ground.
Here Perk found them both as he came full tilt around the corner,
realizing something not down on the bills as far as his knowledge went,
must have taken place.
"Jack--what's happened--are you bad hurt, buddy?" Perk demanded
excitedly as he bent down over his chum.
"All right--only had to use the tear-gas again--be better right
off--don't let Kearns get away on your life!"
"Hot ziggetty! you jest bet I won't old hoss!" whooped the delighted
Perk as he squatted alongside the still writhing Oswald, his automatic
held in readiness only waiting for Jack to recover enough to take things
in charge.
"Look in the room--see if the papers are safe--in the fireplace--he
started to burn the whole batch and beat us to the scratch--had to give
him the whole works to save 'em!"
Thus enlightened, Perk stood up and took a look then burst out in a
joyous shout that would have done credit to any cow-puncher on earth.
"It's all dandy, Jack--papers safe an' we got our man ditto. Mebbe now
I'll soon get a chance to treat my tummy to some decent grub, 'cause my
ribs're stickin' to my backbone, I'm that empty."
Before long Jack's eyes ceased to sting and his vision once more became
almost normal. By then, too, Kearns had come to his senses, with Perk
keeping him subdued by means of prodding a weapon in his ribs.
Jack hunted around and found some rope with which they temporarily bound
the arms and ankles of their prisoner. That accomplished he made haste
to secure all the papers as well as the ledger which Kearns had been so
eager to destroy when realizing that at last his scorn for the minions
of the law had reaped its inevitable result--the pitcher gone once too
often to the well--and that his game was up.
"What next, Boss?" Perk was asking, "mean to kidnap both o' these guys
Jack?"
"It'll make our chances better with one showing a yellow streak and
turning on his employer for State's evidence," was Jack's quick
rejoinder, the idea being quite to Perk's liking as he speedily made
manifest.
"Jumpin' jimcracks! we c'n tote the pair right nifty an' I'm meanin' to
see that other guy gets all that's comin' to him, after that nasty crack
on the coco he gimme with them irons. Say Jack, take a look at my head
an' see if it's sound still--gee whiz! but it felt like the sky'd gone
an' dropped down on me."
Jack speedily reassured him that although there was a lovely lump on the
top of his head, it was nothing very serious. It was understood that
there was not a minute to waste if they were wise. The Lockheed-Vega
might blow in any time and give them trouble.
"We'll get both the prisoners together and Perk, you stand guard over
them while I taxi our boat around here so as to save ourselves the job
of moving them along the trail. Is it all right with you, buddy?"
"Sure is," came the ready reply. "I'll start a little chin with our
honorable guest here an' see how he likes the idee o' sittin' up next
Mr. Philip Ridgeway o' the Treasury Department an' findin' out that this
time he's in the soup for keeps."
Already the prisoner had recovered his customary nerve for on hearing
what Perk was saying he broke out in a laugh.
"Looks a bit serious for me, I own up, boys," he said. "I give you
credit for being ace high above all your class, for you've played a
clever game and beat me by a mile. So that was tear-gas you tossed into
the room, was it?--thought I recognized the smell and I want to tell
you, once that hits a chap's eyes and he doesn't care if a church
steeple topples down on him, he's that paralyzed."
Jack lost no time in starting back to where the ship was hidden and
having negotiated the distance along the perilous trail without running
afoul of anything, he managed to toss the palmetto leaves overboard
since there was no further necessity for camouflage. After coaxing his
charge out of the narrow slip, and once on the open lake, he taxied down
to the cove close to the coquina rock shack.
They managed to lug their prisoners aboard and stowed them away as well
as circumstances permitted. Then Jack gave her the gun and they were
off.
Once they found themselves on their way at a three thousand-foot ceiling
and headed almost due northwest with Tampa as their goal, Perk slapped
his pal on the back and gave vent to his high spirits.
"Oh how joyful it does seem, partner," he was saying, "to be startin' on
the home stretch with our game played to a finish, the ducks bagged an'
nigh ready for the spit. Somethin' to crow about this time, I guess boy.
Mebbe the Big Boss up at Washington ain't goin' to be tickled pink when
he gets the news an' knows we've grabbed Oswald by the heels with
evidence aplenty to send him to Atlanta for a term o' years. This night
flight promises to be the happiest ever for the pair o' us. I know I'm
actin' like a loon, partner, but I jest can't help it--such bully
occasions are too few an' far between in our line. An' now I wonder
where we'll be sent for the next big job we tackle?"
"We'll know all that soon enough Perk," he was told by his comrade. "We
deserve a little rest after this business is cleaned up, then we'll be
ready to start out fresh and dandy, no matter if it takes us to the Wild
West this time."
"Huh! why not?" grunted Perk with the air of one who was utterly
indifferent as to whether he was given a mission that would take him to
the other side of the world, as long as he had at his side the pal whom
he loved so well and the backing of the Government to stand for
expenses.
"We've worked the Mexican border to the limit, have jest cleaned up the
worst smugglin' bunch along the Florida coast an' when the call comes
for us to take a fling over the Colorado canyon, or above the snow
capped mountain ranges, it'll find us ready an' all to the good!"
Although at the time Perk had not the slightest idea that he was posing
as a prophet, it will be seen that such was the case as the title of the
next story in this series will indicate, it being "_Wings Over the
Rockies; or Jack Ralston's New Cloud-Chaser._"
THE END
EVERY BOY'S MYSTERY SERIES
AIR MONSTER
By EDWIN GREEN
"Lines away!"
This is a story of the world's greatest dirigible and of the dangers
in the frozen wastes of the Arctic--a combination sure to provide
thrills for every reader.
The _Goliath_, largest dirigible in the world, is to meet the submarine
_Neptune_ at the North pole. The _Neptune_ encounters one mishap after
another in the drifting ice of the Arctic and Harry Curtis, its radio
operator, sends an S. O. S. to Andy High, assistant commander of the
_Goliath_. The dirigible starts north, Captain Harkins, the commander.
is stricken and Andy takes charge of the rescue attempt.
SECRET FLIGHT
By EDWIN GREEN
Andy High and his companions on the trail of new adventure in the
mighty _Goliath_ ... international intrigue and a world crisis form the
background for this strong and stirring tale for air-minded boys. This
book is a fitting sequel to that splendid book "Air Monster."
EXTRA
By GEORGE MORSE
Baffling mystery, startling disappearances, roaring presses, the
tenseness of the deadline hour on great newspapers--all these and more
are in "Extra."
When the publisher of the _Porter Press_ disappears from an airplane
while it is en route between two cities, Don Durian, young managing
editor of the _Press_, starts out to get the story and solve the
mystery. Thwarted at every turn, Don and his staff are enveloped in an
intrigue that threatens to destroy even their own paper. It's a
mystery within a mystery and the solution is startling.
CIRCUS DAN
By GEORGE MORSE
Call of the calliope.... Clash of cymbals and flash of spangles under
the big top. But back of the glitter is the rivalry of two big
circuses.... A fortune hangs in the balance when young Dan Tierney,
press agent for the Great United, solves the mystery of the accidents
which have threatened the existence of the big show.
VANISHING LINER
By GEORGE MORSE
_The Vanishing Liner_ moves rapidly, abounds in pulse-quickening
action, weaves the threads of half a dozen adventures through the
luxurious cabins of the ATLANTICA, and ends with a stirring climax
of adventure on the high sea.
THE TREASURE HUNT OF THE S-18
By GRAHAM M. DEAN
Graham M. Dean, the author of the Tim Murphy Series, received so many
requests from his hundreds of thousands of readers, to take Tim Murphy
on a "real treasure hunt," that in this book Tim Murphy is given the
assignment by the editor of the "Atkinson News" to accompany a
treasure-hunting expedition headed by a world-famous globe trotter.
This is an action story from start to finish--clean, fast, and
inspiring. It is a different story and is bound to appeal, with all
the resourcefulness of the now famous Tim Murphy tested to the utmost.
THE GOLDSMITH PUBLISHING COMPANY, CHICAGO
VANISHING LINER
By George Morse
High Adventure on the North Atlantic ... a mystery of ships that
vanish in mid-ocean.
The world is alarmed by the disappearance of ships in the North
Atlantic and the Great Northern Transportation Company, which has lost
two vessels, is determined to solve the mystery. The Great Northern
Company has plans to build the two fastest liners afloat and a rival
company is suspected of the mysterious attacks.
In command of the expedition which sets out to solve the mystery is
Prof. Randolph Pearson, eminent scientist. He sets up a complete
laboratory aboard the ATLANTICA, crack liner of the Great Northern.
With him are his assistants, Bob Ellis and Glenn Heath. Their task is
to stay aboard the liner on its transoceanic dashes for they are
confident that an attempt will be made on the ATLANTICA.
_The Vanishing Liner_ moves rapidly, abounds in pulse-quickening
action, weaves the threads of half a dozen adventures through the
luxurious cabins of the ATLANTICA, and ends with a stirring climax of
adventure on the high sea.