CHAPTER IX--TED HURLS A THUNDERBOLT
The youngest of the Dunstans was sitting where Pedro had been seatedonly a short time before. Ted held a book in his hands, his gaze fixedon one of the pages.
"He's playing crafty," thought Tom. "He's waiting until he's sure thatblack man is sound, sound asleep. Then he'll make his dash for freedom.Oh, if he only knew how close a friend is!"
"Whirr-ugh!" Pedro's snore smote heavily on the air.
"He'll sleep now, as only a colored man can sleep," thought Tomjubilantly. "There's only just one time to do this thing, and that'snow! Here goes to let Ted Dunstan know that help is right at hand."
Yet Tom's teeth were threatening so persistently to chatter that he hadto hold his jaws firmly together for a moment before he dared attempt aslight signal.
"Pss-sst!" It was a low signal indeed. Ted Dunstan half raised his gazefrom the printed page, then glanced down again.
"Whirr-rr-ugh!" came the noisy safety-signal from Pedro.
Tom ventured to raise his head a trifle higher above the port gunwale.
"Pss-sst! pss-sst!" he hissed desperately.
Ted Dunstan looked up now, his glance traveling swiftly astern. Then hecaught sight of the eager face of the "Meteor's" young skipper. At sightof the peeper's face the Dunstan heir's face was a study in amazement.At first he just stared, as though suddenly in a daze.
"Come here!" whispered Tom ever so softly.
Ted laid his book down, shot a swift, uncertain glance at the cubby inwhich Pedro lay, then rose uncertainly. Tom hauled himself up, perchinghimself on the gunwale.
"Be quick and silent about it," whispered Tom, as Ted reached him andstood staring with all his might. "Can you swim?"
"Why?" demanded Ted curtly, and not exactly in a whisper, either.
"If you can we'll be ashore in a jiffy," Halstead responded eagerly.
"Ashore?" demanded Ted.
"Why, of course. I've come to rescue you. There's nothing to fear ifyou're quick about it. But be lively. If you can't swim, then just slipdown into the water and trust yourself to me. I'll manage it for both ofus. Be quick about it, though, for every minute counts."
"There's some mistake, somewhere," pronounced Ted, a decided coldness inhis tone.
"Mistake?" echoed Halstead, as though the other had struck him. "What doyou mean, Ted? Don't you remember me? I'm in charge of your father'smotor boat. I've been looking for you for days, and now you can escape."
"But I don't want to escape," declared Master Ted coolly, almostsneeringly. "Besides, there's nothing to escape from."
"Nothing to escape from?" echoed Tom aghast. "Why, Ted Dunstan, yousimply can't know what you're saying. Look how this crowd have usedyou."
"Well, then, how have they used me?" Ted challenged coolly. "I am havingthe time of my life."
"The time of your----Say, Ted Dunstan, have you any idea how nearlycrazy your father is over your absence?"
"That's strange," mocked the Dunstan heir. "My father knows perfectlywell where I am, and just why, too."
This was uttered so candidly that Halstead wondered if he had takenleave of his own senses. There could be no doubt at all that youngDunstan believed every word he was uttering.
"Your father knows you're here?" Tom insisted questioningly.
"Of course he does. It's by his orders that I am here and that I amkeeping quiet. And now, clear out. I've talked to you more than isright. I know what you and your chum are--a pair of slippery eels!"
"You say your father knows----You say he ordered you----" Tom went onvaguely. "Ted Dunstan, do you think you're telling the truth or anythinglike it? And who on earth should you----"
"Clear out of this," ordered the Dunstan heir firmly. "I don't like tosee you get into any trouble, but I'm not going to listen to you anylonger. My father can tell you about this, if he has a mind to. I've noright to talk about it and I won't. Now if you can swim as well as yousay you can, prove it and reach shore on the double-quick. Pedro! Pedro!Wake up! Now you git, Halstead!"
"Clear Out of This!" Ordered the Dunstan Heir.]
"But Ted----" persisted the dumfounded young skipper.
"Well, stay, then, and let Pedro get his hands on you," defied theDunstan heir. "Pedro! Aren't you going to wake up?"
"Coming, chile," sounded a drowsy voice, followed by the noise of heavymovements.
Dazed, thunderstruck, his mind wholly befuddled by this astounding turnto the mystery, Tom Halstead did not linger. He knew too well what waslikely to happen to him if he fell into Pedro's hands.
Slipping over the side, Tom cast off from the rope, striking outstrongly, swiftly for the shore which was distant not more than onehundred and fifty feet.
"That's him!" cried Ted Dunstan, pointing, and forgetting his grammar inhis excitement. "That's one of those slippery boys. He had the cheek tosay he had come to rescue me."
"He did, hey? Huh! I'se gwine fix him!" uttered the black man savagely."Jest yo' wait, chile, twell I'se bring out dat shotgun."
"Oh, no, no, Pedro! Not that!" pleaded Ted in sudden dismay and terror.
But Pedro dived back into the forward cubby. All this conversation theyoung motor boat captain had heard, for it passed in no low tones. Justas Pedro reached the cubby Tom scrambled up on the beach. Before himwere the deep woods. In among the trees he plunged. The instant he wassatisfied that he was out of sight of the launch, he turned at rightangles, speeding swiftly for some hundred and fifty yards. Then hehalted to listen.
"Where he done gone?" demanded Pedro, reappearing on deck, gripping adouble-barreled shotgun.
"I'm not going to tell you," retorted Ted sulkily. "Shooting is not inthe game."
Tom heard the murmur of the voices--nothing more. A minute later heheard the steady chug! chug! of the launch's steam engine as that craftstarted. Then the noise ceased as the craft got smoothly under way. ButHalstead was up a tree, now, where he could watch.
"Heading out to sea, are you?" he chuckled, despite his great anxiety."And in a six-mile boat. Hm! I think the 'Meteor' can overtake you andat least keep you in sight. For that matter, three boys can fight betterthan one!"
Tom didn't linger up the tree to think all that. Ere he had finishedspeaking to himself he was down on the ground, making speedily for wherehe judged the road to be. As he came in sight of the road he heardanother chug! chug! that made his heart bound with delighted hope.
"Hi, there! Stop there, please!" shouted the young motor boat captain,waving his arms as he sighted a touring car headed toward the village.
There was only the chauffeur on the front seat and an elderly man in thetonneau. The chauffeur glanced back at this other man, then slowed downthe auto.
"If you're going into Wood's Hole, take me with you?" begged Tom soearnestly that the older man swung open the door, saying crisply: "Jumpin!"
Nor did Halstead lose a second. He plumped down into the seat by thedoor and the car was off again, going at some twenty miles an hour.
"I hope you won't mind my wet clothes in your car," hinted Tomapologetically. "I got a big drenching in the ocean and there wasneither chance nor time to make a change."
"You're in a hurry to get to the village, eh?" smiled the elderly man.
"In as big a hurry as I ever was to get anywhere," breathed Halsteadfervently. The elderly man smiled, though he evidently was not curious,for he asked no further questions. Halstead sat there delightedlywatching the distance fade. Even to his anxious mind the trip seemed abrief, speedy one. As the car ran in by the railway station Halstead sawthe late afternoon train slowly backing down the track. It had been in,then, for three or four minutes.
"Thank you, thank you!" breathed Tom fervently, as he threw open thedoor to leap out, then closing it behind him. "You haven't any idea whata huge favor you've done me."
"I'm glad I've been able to be of some use in the world to-day," laughedthe old gentleman pleasantly.
But Tom, bounding across the tracks and over the ground,
hardly heardhim. The young skipper had but one thought at this moment--to get aboardand have his craft under way at the earliest possible second.
As Halstead neared the pier he saw Joe and Jed seated on the deckhouse,while Mr. Crane, the Dunstan lawyer, arrived on the train, was walkingalong over the boards.
"Joe, get the engine started on a hustle!" bellowed Tom, using bothhands to form a trumpet. "Jed, on the pier with you and stand by thestern-line, ready to cast off!"
Both boys leaped to obey such crisp commands. Lawyer Crane, havingreached the boat, turned on the pier to look inquiringly at the racingyoung skipper.
"Get aboard, sir, as quickly as you can, if you please," requested theyoung skipper all but breathlessly.
"May I inquire----" began the lawyer slowly.
"Yes, sir; when we're under way. But we haven't a second to lose instarting. Get aboard, sir, if you please."
In his eagerness Tom almost shoved the legal gentleman over the side.Mr. Crane, not a little astonished at the hasty procedure, looked asthough about to resent such treatment, but fortunately changed his mind.
Tom himself seized the bowline and threw off. He and Jed sprang aboard,fore and aft, at about the same instant. The "Meteor's" engine wasalready chugging merrily.
"Slow speed ahead, Joe," bellowed down Captain Tom, and the "Meteor"swung gracefully out. "Now work her up to good speed," he called, a fewmoments later. "We're on the grand old chase!"