CHAPTER XVI THE WRECK OF THE CIRCUS
That night, as Johnny listened to the chant of the negroes as they wentabout their tasks of breaking camp and loading, he fancied that there wasa weird and restless tone to it, foretelling some catastrophe broodingover all.
The night was dark, with black, rainless clouds hurrying across the sky.Johnny shivered as he walked toward his sleeping car. His hand was on therail when someone touched his arm. It was Pant.
"Johnny," he whispered, "how'd you like to ride with me in the gondolato-night?"
"Oh, all right," Johnny answered, a note of impatience in his voice.
"If it's going to be a bother, don't come."
"I'll come along."
"Thought you might like to be in on something big."
"I've been in on something big twice to-day. The first came near to beingmy funeral, and the second will be, if I don't get those twins back totheir grandfather's pretty quick."
Johnny told Pant of the day's experiences, as they made their way back toa tent car.
"Oh, you'll come out all right with the twins," said Pant. "I only hopewe don't get into things that'll muss us up to-night, but we'll gocareful."
"Of course," he whispered, as they settled down among the piles ofcanvas, "it's that Liberty bond business. I've been scouting 'round inthe towns we've been in, and the way they've been spreading the 'queer'about is nothing short of a super-crime.
"I've been running up a blind trail for a long time. Thought I hadsomething on that conman with the ragged ear and two of his pals. Ifollowed them down to the river in Chicago twice, and the second timecame near catching them; would have, too, if it hadn't been for a ratthat tried to eat my hand off. I got 'em the other night--outfit andeverything, and it turned out to be only a mimeograph kit for making faketelegrams, announcing results of races, baseball games, and the like. Iwas sore when I found it was nothing; might have been a blind, at that.But I had to start all over again, and last night when we were on theway, I made a mighty important discovery. There was a light in the rearend of one of the horse cars most of the night. That's as far as I got.It was moonlight. They might see me if I came spying around. Besides, Iwanted someone else along; someone with a strong arm. Didn't want to getpitched off the train just when I had my hand on the trick. Of course, itmay be just an all night crap game, but I don't think so. Anyway, we'llsee. We'll let them get under way, then when we're clipping it up at alively rate, and the moon's under, we'll have a look."
Pant fell silent, apparently lost in his intricate problem. Johnnyyawned.
A quarter of an hour later Johnny was just dropping off into a doze, whenPant gripped his arm and whispered:
"C'mon. Let's go!"
Having climbed over two gondolas and the top of a one-time express car,they dropped cat-like from the roof of the express car to the platform ofa second express car.
Here they stood silent, listening for fully two minutes. At firsteverything appeared dark, but presently Johnny caught a faint gleam oflight that apparently came through a crack in a lower panel of theexpress car door.
"What'll we do if they come out at us. It's a rotten place," hewhispered. Just then the car gave a lurch which almost threw him from thenarrow platform.
"Duck and jump."
"Mighty risky."
"Only chance. Too many of 'em. Probably guns and everything."
"All right. Get busy."
Pant dropped on his knee and, bracing himself to avoid being thrownagainst the door by a sudden lurch, peered through the crack.
What he saw drew forth a whispered exclamation:
"It's the real gang!"
For some time all was silent. Johnny's heart was doing time and a half.What if they were forced to stand and fight or jump? He shivered as hetried to make out the embankment through the darkness. They were racingdown grade.
"We've got 'em! It's the gang!" Pant whispered again. "Look!"
He rose and stepped aside. With muscles set for action, Johnny dropped onhis knees, and, shutting one eye, peered through the narrow opening.
What he saw astonished him. In a brilliantly lighted room, the width ofthe car, and some ten feet deep, four men were working rapidly, andapparently with great skill. What surprised him most of all was that allfour men wore heavily smoked glasses, such as Pant himself wore. He sawat a glance that neither the steam kettle cook nor the midget clown waswith them. He was glad the cook was not there. His feeling regarding themidget, after the events of the previous day, was not unmixed.
The things the men were doing interested him immensely. Two of themappeared to be putting little squares of paper through a wash, such as aphotographer uses. A third was drying them before a motor-driven,superheated electric fan. The fourth was stamping them in a small press.Each time he stamped one, he appeared to change the type.
Presently, the two who were handling the baths appeared to come to theend of their tasks. Hardly had they spoken a word to their companionsthan each man stepped to a corner, and, turning his back from the centerof the room, stood there motionless.
"Wha--" Johnny's lips formed the word. There was not time to finish. Thenext instant he dropped limply back upon the platform, as if he had beenshot.
"What is it, Johnny?" Pant whispered in alarm. Johnny's hands covered hisface.
"The flash! My eyes! They're blind!"
Pant pushed him roughly to one side.
"Let's see."
Johnny slid back to the other car platform. Still dazed by the suddenflood of light that had struck his eye, but fast recovering, he watchedPant with interest, not unmingled with awe. By the sudden spurts of lightthat shot through the crack, he knew that the flashes were beingcontinued, yet Pant did not remove his eye. He still crouched therebefore the crack. Gazing intently within, he uttered now and then astifled "Ah!" and "Oh!" at the marvels which he was viewing.
Finally he dropped back to a seat beside Johnny.
"Eyes all right now?" he asked.
"Sure. What was it?" queried Johnny, forgetting his aching eyes.
"Color photography."
"Color photography?"
"Sure. One of the great inventions of the age, and they are using it formaking counterfeit bonds!"
Johnny was silent.
"You see," whispered Pant, "great inventors have been experimenting withcolor photography for years. They got so they could do color work onnegatives--that is, the photographic plate--very well. They have usedthese for the purpose of photographing the stages of certain diseases,and a few things like that; but when it came to getting the color on thepositive--the picture itself--that could not be done. These fellows _cando it_, and are doing it. The bonds are printed in brown and black. Theycatch these colors perfectly, only in a little paler hue. Their paper isnearly perfect, but whatever defects it has are counteracted by thiscolor photography which reproduces the very tints of the paper."
For some time they sat there in silence.
"Now that we know their game," whispered Pant at last, "how are we goingto get them? One of the fellows is a ticket seller. He sold Snowball somebonds when we were in Chicago. I might have known he was in it. Anotheris a guard at the entrance of the big top."
"Sold me some bonds once."
"That's right. The other two I don't know. Let's have another look."
Pant had just put his eyes to the crack; Johnny was standing behind him,when there ran through the train a sickening shiver. The next instantthere followed a deafening crash, as car jammed upon car, and, leapinghigh upon one another, left the track.
It was a wreck--such a wreck as is seldom witnessed--the wreck of acircus train; a head-end collision with a bob-tailed freight running likemad.
At the moment previous to the first shock of the wreck, Gwen might havebeen seen sitting in her own compartment talking earnestly with themillionaire twins. None of the three had yet undressed for retiring. Thethings the twins were telling Gwen h
ad much to do with Johnny Thompson,and appeared to interest her very much, for now and then there came anamused, and again a surprised, twinkle in her eye. At one time, a closeobserver might have seen her slip a ring from her finger, a ring that hadbeen covered by the folds of her dress. The ring she crowded deep intothe pocket of her blouse beneath her handkerchief.
When the wreck occurred, the car they were in, a staunch steel affair,leaped high in air, then wholly uninjured, left the track to topple overon one side and lay there quite still.
Gwen had been shaken from her seat and jammed beneath the one before her.The twins, gripping the sides, held on as if riding a fractious broncho,and were not shaken loose.
"Oh!" cried Marjory, as the car settled to rest, "Johnny Thompson and ourponies! We must find them. They may be killed."
The pair of them, sliding from their seats, had crawled through a window,and were away before Gwen could sufficiently recover her breath to callthem back. She wrung her hands in real distress.
"They'll be killed!" she cried frantically. "Half the lions and tigers inthe circus must be loose!"
Then she scrambled out of the car to find Johnny Thompson. He would knowwhat to do!