MERRIWELL'S FRIENDS.
The time was well on toward morning before Merriwell and Hodge turned in
to try to get some sleep. No more mysterious sounds or ghostly
appearances had been heard or seen. The sun was scarcely up when they
were aroused by a trampling of feet and the sounds of well-known voices
in the corridor. A rap fell on Merry's door.
"Arise, ye sleepers, and wake--I mean, awake, ye sleepers, and rise!"
shouted Harry Rattleton.
"Come out here and let me pull you out of bed!" grunted Bruce Browning.
"He is sleeping like the sleeper in the sleeper which runs over the
sleeper and does not awaken the sleeper in the sleeper which----"
"You give us that sleepy feeling yourself, Danny!" Bink Stubbs grumbled.
Merry tumbled out of bed, unlocked the door, and thrust his head into
the corridor. Before him were Bruce and Diamond, Rattleton and Dismal
Jones, Bink and Danny, and through the half-open door leading into the
office he also caught a glimpse of Elsie Bellwood and Bernard Burrage.
"Glad to see you!" he cried. "Where did you tumble from?"
Bart had his door open now, and began to ask questions.
"I'll be out in a minute," Frank promised, and began to dress with the
speed of a lightning-change artist. A little later Merriwell's entire
party gathered in the hotel office, for Inza had been awakened and
joined them.
Mutual explanations flew thick and fast. Merriwell's friends, after
being taken to New York, had shortly fallen in with a party of Yale
students, mostly seniors, who had come down from New Haven on the
steamer _Richard Peck_, and were on their way to view the new government
fortifications at Sandy Hook, by special permission of General Merritt,
commander of the Department of the East. This permission had been
obtained by Lieutenant Andrew Bell, of the First United States
Artillery, who had recently been detailed by the secretary of war as
professor of military science in Yale College.
Merriwell's friends had been invited to join this company of students,
that they might the more quickly reach their friends, and had been
brought to Sandy Hook by the government steamer _General Meigs_. From
Sandy Hook the steamer's large steam-launch had hurried them on to Glen
Springs.
"And now you are going right back with us to Sandy Hook!" Elsie
enthusiastically exclaimed.
Suddenly a silence fell on the jolly party, occasioned by the shadow
that came over the face of Frank Merriwell.
"I can't go until we have settled the mystery of Barney Mulloy," he
declared; and then gave a hurried account of what he and Bart had seen
and heard.
"I hoped you wouldn't say nothin' about that!" grumbled the landlord,
who had been until then an interested listener.
Up to that moment he had seemed pleased, though nervous, for it
gratified him to have guests who were of sufficient importance to be
brought to Glen Springs by the launch of a government steamer.
"This must be all nonsense, you know!" he declared. "And I can't have
any such reports go out about my house. If it gits the reputation of
being ha'nted, then good-by business. I won't have a guest set foot in
the doorway all summer. I know these people who claim not to be
superstitious. They ain't superstitious so long as other people sees
things, but they git confoundedly so soon's they begin to see things
themselves."
"You have seen things at sea that puzzled you?" Merry asked, knowing
that he was making a center shot.
"Who said that I'd ever been to sea? And s'pose I have? I ain't worried
people to death about it and broke up another man's business. There
ain't a thing in this. This ain't out at sea, ye know!"
The landlord seemed to have the peculiar feeling that only ghosts that
sailed or walked the briny deep were worthy of consideration.
"Explain it, then!" Merriwell demanded. "You can make us feel that
nothing strange happened last night if you will explain the thing."
"You was just dopey!" the captain argued. "Your nerves was shook up from
bein' in the water so long, and the skeer of the collision."
Though there seemed no use to make an investigation, Merriwell began one
immediately. He felt sure that Barney Mulloy was somewhere in Glen
Springs.
"I know that I saw him!" was his persistent declaration.
"And heard him walk!" added Hodge. "I can swear to it."
"Yes. And though the thing is so strange, it makes me feel better, for I
am sure now that Barney is not dead."
"But he looked like a ghost!" Bart admitted. "I'm with you, though, to
the end in this thing. We'll go to the bottom of it."
Questioning the people of the village yielded no better results.
Everybody agreed that no person answering to the description of Barney
Mulloy had been in Glen Springs. Some of them were even more nervous and
indignant than the landlord, for almost the sole remunerative business
of these people was the keeping of summer boarders, and they feared that
gruesome reports about the place would drive guests away.
"Mr. Hodge and I are coming back here to-night," Merriwell said to the
landlord. "Perhaps we shall bring some of these friends with us. It
seems useless to continue the investigation now, and I want, besides, to
ask some questions at Sea Cove. The launch is all ready to return to
Sandy Hook, and the officer in command says that his orders require him
to return there without further delay. But we will come back to-night."
The landlord's face did not give the proposition an eager welcome,
though one of his business tenets was never to turn a guest away.
So the launch steamed away to Sandy Hook, leaving Glen Springs and its
strange and unsolved puzzle behind.
Frank only partly enjoyed the trip.
But for that seemingly impenetrable mystery, the trip to Sandy Hook,
with the visit of inspection which followed, would have been jolly.
However, there was so much to be happy and thankful for, anyway, that
the spirits of the party partook largely of the brightness of the day.
The run of the speedy launch up the coast was pleasant, and at Sandy
Hook they found their fellow students awaiting them, and were given a
right royal welcome by Captain Isaac Heath, the officer in charge of the
proving-grounds.
"Say, fellows, this is great!" Danny warbled, as Captain Heath escorted
them to where the big guns were. "I always did like big guns!"
"You're such a big gun yourself!" sneered Bink, under his breath.
"Binky, if my brain caliber required no more than a number five hat, as
yours does, I'd sing low about big guns!"
"Number five hat? Why----"
"This ten-inch breech-loading rifle takes a charge of one hundred and
ten pounds of Dupont smokeless powder and a projectile weighing five
hundred and seventy-five pounds," Captain Heath was explaining, as they
stopped in front of the big seacoast defender.
"Say, they're going to fire it!" Bink gasped.
"Of course, you idiot! Did you think it was going to fire them?"
"Better stand on your tiptoes and stick cotton into your ears," Browning
warned, as the big gun was quickly made ready for hurling its terrible
projectile.
"Wh-what if the dinged old thing should bub-bub-burst?" Gamp anxiously
asked.
"We should have to
"'Ask of the winds, that far around!
With fragments strewed the sea!'"
was Danny's comforting answer.
Dismal and Rattleton retreated a step or two, as did Elsie Bellwood. But
Inza stood her ground as bravely as Merriwell himself.
Then, before more could be said, the big cannon boomed forth its volume
of deafening sound, making the very walls shake. Danny tumbled backward,
then picked himself up and felt over his person very carefully.
"Am I all here?" he anxiously queried.
All watched the direction in which the huge shot had been fired, but it
fell miles away. Merriwell and a few others, provided with strong
glasses, saw it drop into the sea. The captain was talking again.
"The instruments record an initial velocity of one thousand feet per
second, with a pressure of twenty-four thousand pounds."
"I've been under greater pressure than that," Danny chirped.
"When you were shot?" Bink asked. "All guns, big and little, are under
pressure when they are shot."
"I'll put your throat under pressure when we get away from here!" Bink
threatened.
"This is a twelve-inch rifle, loaded with one hundred and thirty pounds
of powder and a projectile of the same weight as the first."
The party had moved to a new point, and Captain Heath was again talking.
Other guns were fired, after the discharge of this one; the last shot
being sent from a twelve-inch rifle with a charge of four hundred and
seventy-five pounds of Dupont brown prismatic powder and a projectile
weighing one thousand pounds.
The roar, the jar, and the vibration were like that of a miniature
earthquake. Captain Heath's calm voice was heard again, after a short
silence.
"The velocity was two thousand and eighty-eight feet per second, and the
pressure four thousand pounds. This pressure is ten thousand pounds too
high. The powder is too quick, and will be condemned."
After this there was an examination of the guns and carriages, with a
lecture by Lieutenant Bell; an examination of the gun-lift battery and
the hydraulic lifts, and the wonderful Buffington-Crozier
disappearing-carriages, and a look over the site of the new artillery
post to be known as Fort Hancock. Then luncheon was served.
In spite of the many interesting things which he had seen and to which
he had listened, Merriwell could not get his thoughts away from Barney
Mulloy. He had already obtained consent for the party to be taken on the
launch to Sea Cove and Glen Springs at once, after luncheon. Thinking of
these things and with his head full of the plans for discovering the
secret of the happenings at Glen Springs, he walked round the works
again, viewing the emplacements and the big guns, but with his thoughts
far enough away from the things on which his eyes rested.
Suddenly he was attracted by a cry. It seemed to come from the air, and
it made him think of the apparition and the ghostly footsteps. But when
he glanced up he saw Danny Griswold's head protruding from the muzzle of
a large coast-defense cannon. Merriwell was astonished, though such a
piece of recklessness was just like Danny. It was not that Frank feared
any peril to Danny from the gun, but the officers and gunners would be
indignant, no doubt, if they caught the little joker playing
hide-and-seek in that way with one of their pets.
"I'll give him a scare," he thought. "He is getting altogether too
fresh."
"Danny Griswold, that gun is loaded, and they are going to fire it!"
Merry cried, with well-simulated fear.
Danny's red head came farther out, like the head of a tortoise issuing
from its shell.
"Then I suppose I shall be able to get out of here!" Danny chirped. "I
can't do it, unless I am shot out. I slipped in here easy enough, but
I've grown, I guess, for I can't slip back."
"How did you get in there, anyway?"
"Climbed in."
"I'm afraid you will have to climb out."
A gunner came hurrying upon the scene.
"Wh-what?" he sputtered.
"Our little friend is in need of assistance. If he gets out of there he
will never play cannon-ball again."
"If you will just fire me!" Danny begged, not a bit abashed.
The gunner was not at all willing that Danny's plight should be
discovered by an officer, so he quickly went to Danny's assistance, and
"fired" him by bodily pulling him out of the cannon.
"Thanks!" chirped the little joker, as he dropped to the ground. "Bink
says that I'm a small-caliber projectile, but I was quite big enough for
that cannon. Say, do you fire men every day?"
The gunner could not suppress a grin.
"Men? Well, you're likely to get fired, young feller, if you monkey
round these guns!" he declared.