CHAPTER III.
WARM WORK AT THE "INLET."
Some one of the three boys was always on watch near the air shipwhenever she was moored. This duty, during the excitement Carl hadkicked up on the beach, had fallen to Dick Ferral.
Dick had made the ropes fast and was sitting in the sand near the car,wondering what all the commotion was about. There was usually a crowdof curious people around the Hawk, or staring down at her from theboard walk, but now the counter-attraction at the pier had drawn themaway, and that part of the beach was deserted.
Dick had seen Matt rush up the steps to the board walk, but the crowdwas so thick he had not been able to observe his rush out on the pier.The rowboat, however, had not escaped his attention, and he had watchedit pull away from the steel pier and move off toward the Heinz pier.Thereupon officers began running along the beach. McMillan kept abreastof the rowboat on the shore, and another man ran toward the Heinz pier,with the evident intention of catching the man in the boat if he triedto land there.
Presently Matt came dashing up, and Dick sprang to his feet. Hecould tell by his chum's manner that he was some way involved in theexcitement.
"What's going on, mate?" asked Dick.
"Cast off the ropes, Dick!" called Matt, leaping to the cable nearesthim. "We've got to overhaul that man in the boat, and capture him--ifwe can."
"What's he been doing?"
As he put the question Dick was working at one of the other cables.
"I'll tell you when we're in the air, Dick," rejoined Matt. "Carlbutted into a moving picture, and a whole lot of trouble has come fromit."
While Dick was casting off the last rope and heaving it aboard, Mattjumped into the car and got the motor going. By the time Dick was inthe car with him, Matt switched the power into the propeller, tiltedthe steering rudder so as to carry the Hawk upward and seaward, andthey were off.
"Keep your eye on the boat, Dick," called Matt, "and let me know justwhere she is all the time."
"Just now, matey," Dick answered, from the lookout station forward,"the boat's doubling the end of the Heinz pier."
"The rascal will not land there. He knows the police will be waitingfor him. I don't see how it's possible for him to get away, with thewhole shore line patrolled."
"What's he done? Keelhaul me if I haven't been trying to guess that forthe last ten minutes."
"As I told you, Carl got into a moving picture. Some men were taking apicture on the beach, and Carl, seeing a young woman--as he thought--indistress, tried to save her from pirates. The gang set a dog on him,and in getting away from the dog, our pard upset a dago's pushcart. Anofficer had Carl, when I got over close to the pier, and the picturepeople and the dago were making it hot for him. I guess they'd havejailed Carl if it hadn't been for Mr. Townsend----"
"The Townsend we had with us on the last trip?"
"Yes. Townsend knew the picture man, and from the way he talked I guesshe don't know much good of him. Anyhow, while Townsend was lookingthrough some documents he had taken from his pocket, the pictureman--Jurgens by name--grabbed a paper and made off with it. Great sparkplugs! I never saw a more brazen piece of work. I chased Jurgens out onthe steel pier, but he got away from me by taking to a rowboat that wasmoored there."
Ferral laughed. The idea of Carl mistaking what was going on andtrying to save a girl from pirates, there in that fashionable resort,was too much for him. Temporarily he lost sight of the graver aspectsof the affair. Even Matt grinned at the spectacle the Dutch boy, in hisbathing suit, must have made, battling with pirates to save a girl whodid not want to be saved.
"This thing has got a mighty serious side to it, Dick," said Matt,suddenly sobering. "I haven't the least notion what that paper wasthat Jurgens grabbed, but it must have been an important document. AndTownsend lost it while trying to help Carl and me. That puts it up tous, Dick, to help him get it back."
"Right-o!" returned Ferral. "There's a boat putting off from the Heinzpier. McMillan's in it and two men are breaking their backs at theoars. They'll get this Jurgens swab, if I'm any prophet. They're goingabout two fathoms to Jurgens' one."
"How's Jurgens heading?"
"For the open sea. He's struck rough water just over the bar from theInlet, and his boat's on end about half the time. If one of thosecombers hits him broadside on, he'll go to the sharks, paper and all."
"What's his notion for heading out into the ocean, I wonder?"
"Strike me lucky!" exclaimed Ferral. "Why, he's making for a sailboat,and the craft is laying to to take him aboard."
"What's the name of the boat? Can you make it out?"
The sun was down and shadows were settling over the water. Enough lightremained, though, for the sharp eyes of Ferral to read the name on thesailboat's stern.
"She's the _Crescent_," he announced, "and one of the boats that berthin the Inlet. There! Listen to that!"
The crack of a revolver echoed up to Matt and Carl above the surge ofthe breakers.
"Who's doing the shooting, Dick?" asked Matt.
"McMillan. He sent a bullet across the _Crescent's_ bows. That's anorder for her to keep lying to until McMillan can come aboard. They'rejust taking Jurgens out of the boat and making the boat's painter fast.Ah!" There was excitement in Ferral's voice as he went on. "The skipperof the _Crescent_ isn't obeying orders, but is going on out to sea.I'll bet McMillan is as mad as a cannibal. There he goes, blazing awayat the _Crescent_--but he might as well throw his bullets into the air."
"The _Crescent_ will be called to account for that!" exclaimed Matt.
"McMillan is pulling back to the pier," proceeded Dick, watching below."What are we to do now, matey? We'd have had considerable troubletaking Jurgens off the rowboat, and it's a cinch we can't get him offthat other craft."
"We'll follow the _Crescent_ for a while," said the young motorist,"and see where she goes. Possibly she'll try to land Jurgens at somepoint on the mainland. If she does, we'll drop down there and do whatwe can to capture him."
For more than an hour the _Crescent_ steered straight out into theocean, the Hawk hovering above her. The sailboat was not putting outany lights, and the growing darkness rendered it impossible for Matt orDick to see any one aboard her. They could hear voices, however, forsounds on the earth's surface are always wonderfully distinct to peoplein balloons or other air craft.
At the end of an hour and a half the _Crescent_ put about. The Hawkfollowed the sailboat as far as the channel leading through the barat the entrance to the Inlet. Having made sure that the sailboat wouldreturn to her usual berth, the boys headed their air ship for the beach.
"I guess McMillan will be on the lookout for the _Crescent_, Dick,"said Matt, "but we ought to make sure that Jurgens don't get away. Ibelieve I'll get out of the Hawk, close to the Inlet, and leave you totake the air ship back to her moorings."
"I can do that all right, messmate," answered Dick.
There was plenty of room for landing, and when the Hawk had beenbrought within a couple of feet of the ground Matt dropped over therail and Ferral took his seat among the levers.
As Matt hurried to the board walk, and on to the wharf at the Inlet, helooked around him for some officer whom he could pick up and take alongwith him. There was no officer in sight, however.
It was the dinner hour at the big hotels, and promenaders had nearlyall deserted the ocean front. A dozen or more sailboats were heaving tothe swell and knocking against the wharf at the Inlet, but only a fewof the men belonging with them were on the wharf itself.
"Can you tell me where the _Crescent_ is?" Matt asked of a man leaningagainst an electric-light pole.
"Jest seen 'er standin' in," was the reply. "She ought to be at the endof the wharf by this time."
"Is that where she lies when she's tied up?"
"Yes."
Thinking that surely he would find McMillan, or some other officer, atthe end of the wharf, ready to deal with Jurgens the moment he tried tocome ashore, Matt hurried on.
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The _Crescent_ had just warped into her berth. A man on the wharf wasmaking her cable fast. Under the electric light Matt could see a groupof three or four men in the cockpit of the little sailing craft. Atabout the same moment, a figure lurched forward from behind a barrelthat stood on the wharf. The gleam of a star on the coat informed Mattthat the man was an officer.
"Hello, there!" the young motorist called to the group in the cockpit."Where's that man you picked up off the Heinz pier?"
Two of the men climbed to the side of the _Crescent_ and jumped to thewharf planks. Neither of them was Jurgens.
"You've got us guessin', friend," said one of the men.
"Not much I haven't," answered Matt, stoutly. "I was one of those inthe air ship and I saw you pick up Jurgens."
"You've got him, all right," put in the officer. "He's a thief, and I'mhere to arrest him. The _Crescent_ is liable to get herself into hotwater by this afternoon's work."
The officer was not McMillan. While he spoke, he started for the edgeof the wharf with the apparent intention of getting into the sailboatand making a search.
"Hold up a minute, officer," called the man from the _Crescent_,pulling off his coat.
The officer halted, and turned. At that instant, Matt saw the fellowwho had been making the boat's cables fast to the posts, creepingtoward the officer from behind.
"Look out, there!" he yelled. "One of those men is after you from therear! They're trying to----"
Matt's words were cut short. While he was speaking, the man from the_Crescent_ had whirled suddenly and thrown the coat over his head.
Matt had a fleeting glimpse of the officer, crumpling to the wharfunder a vicious blow from behind, and then his own head was encompassedin the smothering folds of the coat and he was thrown struggling to theplanks.