CHAPTER 21 _THROUGH THE SKYLIGHT_
Greatly excited to learn that the old watchman and the waiter of TheGreen Parrot were fellow conspirators, Penny strained to catch theirwords. She heard the waiter reply:
"You've done good work, Oaks. All you have to do now is sit tight for afew more hours. We'll give you a five hundred dollar bonus if the jobcomes off right."
"That won't do me any good if I end up in jail."
"Nothing will go wrong. Everything has been planned to the last detail."
"I'm already in bad with the police," the old watchman whined. "Iwouldn't have gone in with you if I'd known just what I was doing."
"You got your money for the Thompson bridge job, didn't you?"
"A hundred dollars."
"It was more than you earned," the other replied irritably. "All you hadto do was let me get away after I dynamited the bridge. You blamed nearshot off my head!"
"I had to make it look as if I was doin' my duty. Those girls werewatching me."
"That Parker pest came snooping around at The Parrot," the waiter said,letting the tilted chair legs thud on the floor. "Brought a reporter withher too. I got rid of 'em in short order."
"She didn't act very friendly when she found me bound and gagged aboardthe coal barge," Carl Oaks resumed. "I think she may have suspected thatit was a put up job. That's why I want to get out o' town while thegetting is good."
"You can leave after tonight. We blast the Seventh Street bridge at oneo'clock."
"And what about this prisoner I've been nursemaiding?"
"We'll plant enough evidence around the bridge to cinch his guilt withthe police. Then we'll dump him in Chicago where he'll be picked up."
"He's apt to remember what happened and spill the whole story."
"Even if he does, the police won't believe him," the waiter said."They'll figure he's only trying to get out from under. Anyway, we'll bein another part of the country by then."
"What time will you pick me up here?" the watchman asked.
"Ten minutes till one. The automobile will arrive right on the tick, sosynchronize your watch."
The two men compared timepieces, and then the waiter arose.
"Let's look at the prisoner," he said. "Is he still out cold?"
"He was the last time I looked at him. Hasn't moved since he was broughthere, except once to ask for water."
The watchman went across the room to a closet and opened the door. A manlay on the floor, his hands and feet loosely bound. No cloth covered hisface. Peering down from above, Penny was able to discern his features,and it gave her a distinct shock as she recognized him.
The waiter prodded the prisoner with his foot. The man who was bound,groaned and muttered, but made no other sign of consciousness.
"He'll not bother you tonight, Oaks," he said. "One of the boys can helpyou lift him into the car."
"I don't like this business," the watchman complained again. "What if hisskull should be fractured?"
"He'll be okay by tomorrow," the waiter answered indifferently. "Heflanzgave him a little too much with the blackjack."
Penny waited to hear no more. Creeping cautiously away from the skylight,she returned to her chum who remained perched precariously on theoverhanging tree branch.
"Learn anything?" Louise demanded in a whisper.
"Did I? Lou, that old man is Carl Oaks! He and our waiter friend have aprisoner inside the cabin."
"A prisoner! My gracious! Then they must be saboteurs!"
"They're planning to blow up the Seventh Street Bridge at one o'clock,"Penny went on tersely. "And they aim to blame it all on Burt Ottman!"
"He's not one of the outfit then?"
"Seemingly not. They have him trussed up inside a closet. Lou, you've gotto hot-foot it to town and bring the police!"
"Come with me," Louise pleaded, frightened at the mere thought of goingthrough the dark woods alone.
"One of us ought to stay and keep watch. I'll go if you're willing toremain."
"No, I'll go," Louise decided.
With nervous haste she started to descend the tree. Midway down, her handloosened its hold, and she slipped several feet. Although she uttered nocry, she did make considerable noise. Penny, still on the roof of theshack, heard Carl Oaks exclaim:
"What was that? I hear someone outside!"
Realizing that her chum was certain to be seen, Penny called to her:"Run, Lou! As fast as you can!"
Her own position now had become untenable. It was too late to regain thetree branch. Darting to the roof edge, she swung herself down with herhands and dropped six feet to the ground.
The door of the cabin swung open. Penny had leaped from the rear side ofthe building, and so was not immediately seen. The two men started afterLouise who in panic had run toward the woods.
To divert attention from her hard pressed chum, Penny gave a wild Indianwhoop. Startled, the men stopped, and turned around. Carl Oaks at oncetook after her, while the waiter resumed pursuit of Louise.
Penny did not find it hard to keep well ahead of the watchman. Dartinginto the woods, she circled, hoping to rejoin her chum. She knew thatLouise was not very fleet of foot, and once confused, might never findher way out of the forest.
By frequently pausing to listen to the crackle of underbrush, Penny wasable to follow the flight of her chum. Instead of running toward theriver, Louise seemed to be circling back in the direction of the shack.
"She'll get us both into trouble now," thought Penny anxiously.
A moment later, Louise, puffing and gasping, came running past. Pennyjoined her, grasping her hand to help her over the rough places.
"That man's right behind!" Louise panted. "Are we almost to the river?"
Penny did not discourage her by revealing that she had been running inthe wrong direction. The chance of escape now was a slim one. Louise wasnearly out of breath, while the man who pursued them, steadily gained.
"The ark!" Penny cried, guiding her chum. "We'll be safe there!"
Unmindful of thorns which tore at their clothing, the girls raced on.Although Carl Oaks had been left far behind, the other man was not to beoutdistanced. He kept so close that Louise and Penny had no opportunityto hide or attempt to throw him off the trail.
"Go on, Penny," Louise gasped, slackening speed. "I can't make it."
"Yes, you can!" Penny fairly pulled her along. "We're almost there. See!"
The ark loomed up ahead. Encouraged by the sight, Louise gathered herstrength and kept doggedly on. They reached the bank of the stream andgave way to despair. The ark was dark and the gangplank which usuallyconnected it with shore, was nowhere in evidence.
"Noah! Noah!" called Louise wildly.
Only the parrot answered, crackling saucily from a porthole: "Hello,Noah, you old soak! Where are you, Noah?"
Breathless and bewildered, the girls did not know what to do. Before theycould turn and run on, the man who so ruthlessly pursued them, dashed outfrom among the trees.
"Oh, here you are," he said, and moonlight gleamed on the revolver heheld in his hand. "A very pretty race, my dears, but shall we call thisthe finish line?"