“I say, Buddy9, did you hear anyone call?” Jim whispered.
“I was just going to ask you the same question,” Bob answered. “I thought I heard a cry for help.” They sat listening tensely, straining their ears to distinguish the call that had broken into their sleep, but could make out nothing more than the sighing of the wind through the bowing trees and the noises they had been hearing before. Jim started to slip into his shoes and Bob followed his example.
“Let’s get some clothes on, I can’t sleep any more, can you?”
“No. Gosh, Jim, this is spooky.” They slipped their trousers and sweaters on over their pajamas10, without stopping to don shirts. In two minutes they were dressed and made their way carefully to the rim11 of the water. “We’d better have a flashlight or we’ll be stepping into it.”
“I’ve got the little one in my pocket.” Jim took it out and pressed the button. Its faint tray cast a round glow, not very bright, but sufficient to show them where to step. Austin led the way while Bob followed close at his heels and finally they stopped on the edge of a cliff and stood listening tensely. For what seemed like an hour, although it was less than a minute, the world was oddly hushed, as if it too were listening, then, clear and unmistakable from north of them, somewhere on the lake, came a terrified cry and a shout for help.
“Let’s get Her Highness. Somebody’s out there,” Bob whispered, and as fast as they could they ran to the carriage shed, where the plane was bumping the top of her wings on the high roof of the ceiling. In order to get inside the boys climbed through the window on the opposite end, and even then had to wade12 ankle deep in water. They lost no time in getting ready, just enough to be sure that all was well and there was plenty of gas in the tanks.
“All O. K.,” Jim announced taking the pilot’s seat.
“Right with you. I say, Old Man, we never can hear anything with the engine going, and we can’t see much through this pitch.”
“I know it, and we don’t dare stay on the water or we are likely to get a tree in the works, but we’ve got to take a chance. That voice sounded as if it’s a little north, didn’t you think so?”
“Yes, and sort of far away—muffled.” They floated out into the cove13, all lights on, and Jim gasped14 as he saw that the wind had changed during the night and the water on that side was dangerously full of wreckage15. He set his lips grimly, opened the throttle16, raced out over great rollers that teetered them even more than the day they returned from Burlington in the storm. Her Highness lost no time in lifting herself above the danger and soared up two hundred feet as her nose was brought about and her course was set north by north west.
Anxiously Bob leaned over as far as his safety-strap would permit and scanned the blackness beneath them hoping to catch sight of something which would account for what they were seeking. Jim sent the plane in wide circles in order to give Bob a chance to see as far as possible, and although their lights helped some, they seemed to make the rest of the night even darker. For ten minutes they rode in a fruitless search, each time coming around a little further north.
“Jim, things I can make out are being carried fast toward the south. Perhaps we’re too far up,” Bob said through the tube, and Jim nodded. He changed the procedure, while the younger boy watched. Five minutes more they circled, then Jim decided18 to climb. He tipped Her Highness’ nose at a sharp angle and zoomed19 two thousand feet just as fast as she could scramble20 through the air, then he shut off the motor and let her glide21. The lake beneath them seemed a regular bedlam22 of sound, and as they drifted forward at as gradual a descent as possible, they finally picked up a frantic23 call.
“It’s over there,” Jim exclaimed and his buddy agreed. The plane was so low now that they dared glide no longer, so Jim set the engine going full blast as they made for the place.
“There’s a light.” Bob clutched his arm and pointed24. Whoever had cried out evidently had some dry matches or a cigarette lighter25 and was trying to help them locate him. In a moment they were riding in close circles, and then they made out what looked like the roof of a portable summer house. They couldn’t tell what was on top of it, but by that time the morning light began to break slowly.
“What the heck can we do?”
“Tie the lariats together,” Jim directed. That was but the work of a moment, then Bob put a weight on one end of it and threw it over.
“If he can grab it, we can give him a tow.” Jim nodded, so Bob leaned over again. “Come a little lower.” Her Highness obeyed, and with the help of the speaking tube, they at last managed to get the plane in proper position, and almost instantly there was a tug27 as the rope was caught. It was evident that since they had come to him the stranded28 man had been using his head, for he managed to keep from being dragged off the roof, and even made the end of the lariat26 fast to a rod that stuck out near the metal chimney.
“She’s coming,” Bob shouted—“Go easy or she’ll be banged to bits.”
Sturdily Her Highness taxied forward just as low as she could. Bob kept his eyes on the house they were towing, and several times he caught his breath sharply as a particularly heavy plank29, a broken tree, or a drowned animal came thumping30 into it. As it got lighter, the boy was amazed to see that the roof held more than just the man, who had flung himself on his face, his body sprawled31 out flat as he kept a woman and a tiny baby from being jarred off.
“Oh, great guns,” Bob whistled.
“Throw off the line,” Jim directed. They were in the cove now, and already Mr. Fenton and several men were on the shore, while two strong young fellows were in the row boats, prepared to shove out and help. The waves battered32 them all angrily, but Her Highness had to soar up out of the way, and after a few minutes in the air where she waggled her wings gaily33 over her victory, she was brought down again, and the Flying Buddies34 hurried to learn about the man and his family.
“Are they all right, Aunt Belle35?” Bob called as they went into the kitchen.
“Yes. Here, you hold the little fellow a minute, while I stir this.” She promptly36 dumped the baby into her nephew’s arms, and Jim grinned at his brother’s discomfort37.
“Will it break, Mrs. Fenton?”
“Break—” She looked at Bob and laughed, “No, certainly not, if it can come alive through such a night. They were driven to the roof hours ago because the floors of those cottages are fastened to the ground and can’t get away—”
“I don’t know how I can ever thank you fellows—” said the rescued man as he came into the kitchen.
“Aw, please don’t try. We thought we heard you call, so we went to see what it was all about,” Jim said quickly, but he had to take the hand that was extended to him.
“If I had been alone I wouldn’t have howled, but with my wife and baby I had to do anything I could. We were asleep, and it seemed as if an earth-quake gave us a broadside and we were full of water. We just managed to get some blankets to keep the baby warm, and climb through the window. We were on the veranda38 roof first, but that wasn’t very secure, so we got on the main part. It was good we moved, for the other sections were battered off—”
“My land sakes alive—how awful. Here now, you take this in to your wife and tell her to drink every bit of it like a good girl, and just as soon as I get some more dry things on the baby, she can have him back. He is a cunning little fellow—” Bob was no end relieved that his services as a nurse were no longer required.
“Buster,” he chuckled40 as he handed the baby to his aunt.
“My land sakes alive. How did you boys happen to get that man and his folks? I never saw the like—never. I thought you were asleep by the barn, and then, all of a sudden, some one said you were out down the lake and you were coming in slow like. Fent got the glasses and saw those folks—my land sakes alive, I never saw the like of it. How did you happen to be out there?”
“We couldn’t sleep, and we thought we heard someone call, so we went out. Reckon we better get dressed, we haven’t got much on,” he added, because several people were trooping into the kitchen and he didn’t want to be the center of an admiration41 meeting.
“Come down as soon as you’re ready and have breakfast. You must be most starved both of you.” There is nothing like an early morning rescue party to sharpen the appetite, so the boys did not take long to get ready. Jim went down first and just as he came into the living room, the telephone, which was a party line, gave a long persistent42 ring.
“That’s forever ringing,” Mrs. Fenton called to him. “Will you answer it? I can’t put down the baby for a minute.”
“Glad to.” Jim took down the receiver and heard the operator.
“Please do not try to use your telephone until further notice, unless the call is very important. The lines are congested. The Selectmen have given orders that no one is to try to cross the bridges—either at the north or south end of North Hero Island. Please tell people on the road they cannot go any further.” The girl repeated the same thing three times to be sure that everybody got it, then there came a click as she closed the connection. Austin gave the message to Mrs. Fenton, who sighed heavily.
“My land sakes alive—there, there, you are almost ready, little fellow. This is a nice baby! Now you can go to your mother.” She hustled43 the infant to his parents and then hustled back to serve her hungry household. During the meal two serious-faced men came to the house.
“We heard that your nephews dragged in a family that might have been drowned, Fent,” one of them started.
“Yes they did,” Mr. Fenton admitted and introduced the boys to the men, who shook hands gravely.
“I’ve heard that there are some families stranded on the islands, and it may be that some of the summer colonies have suffered just as that family you brought in. We were wondering if you will help us get any others, if there are any. We have several good strong power boats, but we would waste a great deal of time trying to locate people and might not find them all.”
“If you will fly around and watch for signal fires or flags, then we could send the boats directly and take them off,” the other added.
“Of course we’ll be mighty44 glad to help,” Bob declared promptly.
“Thank you. Another thing, there may be some who haven’t had much to eat for a couple of days, not being able to use their boats. Could you drop food to them?”
“Sure thing,” Jim replied. “We’ll take some weights along because we don’t usually carry anything like that. We just happened to have one this morning or we might not have been able to give that fellow a tow.”
“Thank you. We’ll arrange to have boats and rafts at four points of the island. If you find anyone, give the word to the nearest party. I’ll show you about where they are.” He took a map from his pocket and pointed to four places that would be used for stations. “You can come down on the water to speak to the men we’ll have there?”
“Yes, we’ll manage.”
“That will be good. We appreciate your help.” Then he turned to Mrs. Fenton. “My wife and some of the neighbors in the village are packing boxes of food, sandwiches, coffee and milk. We’ll send a truck—it ought to be here in a quarter of an hour—and the boys can take it with them and use their own judgment45 about dropping it.”
“I can fix them some—”
“Judging by the number of people you have taken in I think that you are doing your share, Mrs. Fenton. We won’t ask you to do any more,” the man replied. “Now, I’ll telephone to the boatmen—”
“They just told us not to use the phone,” Jim explained.
“They will give me a connection,” the man smiled. In a minute he was giving information, directions and instructions, and finally the rescue work was well organized. By the time the boys were ready to take off, the truck appeared with boxes of food, and the chauffeur46 helped them store it in the plane.
“We’re lucky to have you fellows here,” the man said, when finally the task was accomplished47.
“We’re in luck to be here,” Bob grinned. “My mother always said that I’d like this place, and I do.”
“Come along.” Jim waved to the men, opened the throttle and Her Highness tore across the cove, rose and started on her errand of mercy. She seemed to appreciate the importance of the work before her, and never did an airplane behave more beautifully. They went circling north on the lake and were about to turn when Bob shouted! through the tube.
“There’s a raft load, look at it!” Jim glanced in the direction his step-brother pointed and saw the crude raft being whirled like a top and it was a marvel48 that the thing held together. The boys saw two boys, young fellows, some household effects, and a little girl. Austin glanced at the map, picked out the nearest station, and they raced to it, coming down where the water happened to be fairly smooth.
“There’s a raft out there,” Bob shouted. Instantly the engine of the power boat gave a bellow49 almost as furious as the plane’s, and off the party scooted, cutting through the waves and sending a rolling sheet of foam50 on either side of them. Her Highness raced back to be sure the rescuers did not miss their goal, and in a few minutes the first job was being done well.
“Not a bad stunt,” Bob grinned and then the Flying Buddies started to work again. They discovered families huddled51 on tiny bits of land that had been cut off by the water, others on great rocks and a number on floating buildings that threatened to fall to pieces any minute. Each time they led the way for the power-boats and had the satisfaction of knowing that all were saved. About noon the four power-boats were out, besides several smaller motor-boats and the boys spied two more families stranded helplessly, so they decided to drop food.
“I’ll tell them the men will come for them,” Bob announced. He proceeded to write the message in the box and dropped it over. In that particular group they counted ten people, so they dropped more boxes. Then on they circled. The men of the party waved their thanks and an hour later, Her Highness returned, escorting the boats. The work went on for hours until finally one of the men at a station shouted,
“Mrs. Fenton says that you fellows must come and eat.”
“We’ll stay a while longer—”
“No, you mustn’t. You show us this bunch, then go home and tank up. It’s the Selectmen’s orders and you have to obey.”
“All right,” Jim agreed, then he looked at the dial. It was half past one and he could hardly believe his eyes. So the orders were obeyed, and Her Highness too had to be tanked up for her gas supply was dangerously low. In the afternoon the boys went up again, and although they circled miles they discovered only two more people who needed rescuing, then Bob, who was piloting, had an idea.
“I say, Buddy, I’m going to hop17 down on Fisher’s Island and find Corso.”
“We saw them earlier and they were all right,” answered Jim.
“I know, but they might not be by morning. Let’s just make sure.”
“Suits me,” Jim acquiesced52. Her Highness was brought about and was soon circling over Fisher’s Island, which was more than half submerged, but it did not look as if anyone on it would be in any immediate53 danger. Soon Bob picked out a landing spot on an open space where the ground was high and fairly smooth. Presently the plane was on the ground, and the boys began to look about. It did not take them long to locate the foreign man, who came to meet them.
“Burnam left?” he questioned anxiously.
“He surely did. Went on to Canada, and he can’t get back because both bridges are closed until the flood goes down,” Jim explained.
“It is good that he is gone, but we cannot get away,” Corso said, and he scowled54 thoughtfully. “It may not be many days before he discovers that you tricked him, then he will come back. He is very determined55.”
“I guess it must be pretty bad with you if you feel that way,” Bob put in quickly. He couldn’t help wondering why the man was afraid.
“It is much bad, Sirs.”
“Tell you what, we’ll take you across to New York. Will that help?” Jim offered cordially.
“It would be much help. Come.” He led the way through a strip of woods and around a boulder56, where the man stopped, gave a low whistle, waited for a response, then they went on and in a minute they came to a well sheltered spot where the trees grew high and thick and the cliff formed a semi-circle protection with an overhanging top.
“Whew,” whistled Bob in astonishment57. Back from the opening stood the mysterious boy, straight as a die, but instead of overalls58 and brown shirt, he wore a long white garment of some very fine material, and over that was a richly embroidered59 coat, brilliant with peacock-feather trimming. On his head was a deep fringe arrangement and at his feet a strong box. The lid was open and its contents made the brothers think of some Arabian Night treasure.
“You signaled, my uncle!” He spoke60 in perfect English, and the man answered, briefly61 in their own tongue, whatever that was. “It is well,” the boy nodded. Then he turned toward Jim and about his lips was a faint smile. “It was considered best that I do not permit it to be known that I understand your language.”
“Holy Hoofs62, and we were being little helpfuls trying to teach you,” Jim exploded.
“You have been most generous to us, also the Fentons.”
“Well, we’re glad to have been,” Bob replied a bit weakly.
“My uncle knows men and I too recognize those who are trustworthy, even though I am only twelve years old—”
“Only twelve. Why, you are as tall as I am.”
“Today I am twelve. Because of your great kindness I shall impart to you a little about the reason I am here, if you are interested—”
“I say, we’ve been busting63 to know ever since we first saw you, but you needn’t tell us a thing unless you want to,” Jim assured him.
“You need bust39 no longer.” Across the boy’s face a smile flashed. “Let us be seated. We shall be free from interruption.” He spoke as if he were some great personage giving an audience, but there was something about his whole bearing that made the step-brothers have perfect faith in him. They seated themselves on the ground close to him, while his uncle stood on guard.
“Maybe you better dose this,” Bob suggested. “We didn’t see anyone else on the island, but you never can tell. Is that what Burnam’s after?”
“Burnam is after much more than this,” replied the boy, and he dropped the lid, shutting the contents from sight. “I was born in a far land. Its name I shall keep. Five hundred years ago my people were great rulers of a happy nation. It was ruthlessly invaded, conquered, and great works wantonly destroyed. A few of my fathers escaped destruction, they tried to get back their land but their efforts were fruitless. Later, they united secretly and hid their vast treasure which the conqueror64 could never find. They kept together generation after generation, although few outsiders are aware that any of the pure blood are alive.” The boy paused, but his audience made no comment.
“In my conquered land there is a beautiful statue to one of my blood who fought successfully and helped free the nation from the devastator’s yoke65.” A gleam of pride shone in the boy’s eyes.
“Did they get it back?” Bob whispered.
“No, but they got rid of the—the yoke. In the generations the number of men of my race has grown. It is now like a vast army, secretly governed by wise men. Many are scattered66 in different countries, learning the best of the white men’s way of living, keeping the best of their own knowledge of life. There are still parts of my country that are unsettled, and one day we shall unite there. We shall be versed67 in the greatest sciences, and never again can we be conquered or put to rout5 by ignorance or brute68 force—we shall be the conquerors69, and we shall rid ourselves of the waste races as your uncle rids the garden of rank worthless weeds that would choke and smother70 the good about them.” There was no malice71 in the boy’s tone, no bravado72 in his manner, he spoke impersonally73 and without bitterness. His eyes shone with a fine intelligence, he made his statements quietly, and once his eyes wandered to the horizon as if they beheld74 that future.
“Accurate records are being kept by every generation and brought together. I have been taught the ancient arts of my fathers, I have worked with the soil as my fathers did, and now that I am twelve years old, I am ready to study the sciences, the languages, higher mathematics—the classics.” He broke off a moment, then went on. “I may not live to see the establishment of my race, it may not come for hundreds of years, but it will come when we are fully7 prepared to take the reins75 and hold them firmly.” His eyes rested first on Bob, then Jim. “Whether it is years hence, or centuries, because of what you have done for one of our princes, the men of your tribe, James Austin, and of yours, Bob Caldwell, will be spared, even though they be inferior, they will be given a chance. I have spoken, and my uncle has written it into the records.”
“Gosh,” Bob gasped. “If they aren’t any good, don’t bother with them.” His face flushed suddenly, he didn’t know why, but he felt that weeds of all kinds should be destroyed.
“Now, before you take us to New York, I will give you each a token. Give it to your son, and your son’s son, and on, for one day it will find its way back to my land.” He opened the box, drew out two large green stones. They were oblong in shape, some marks had been worked into them, and into a groove76 in one side was a tiny many-colored tube of exquisite77 enameling78. The boy pressed an invisible spring and the tube opened revealing a slip of parchment covered closely with fine writing.
“I say—” Jim started to protest, but the boy paid no attention to him.
“Keep these always, they are fine emeralds. Here are smaller pieces.” He picked up two rings. “Wear these and wherever you are seen by any of my people you will be helped and protected.” He handed the jewels to his amazed companions, then went on, “Mr. Fenton has been losing his turkeys. Watch the man who is taking care of them, watch him closely.”
“Thundering rattlers, is he the thief?”
“He is a naturally dishonest man. Watch him closely and you will learn what happened to the turkeys.”
“Thanks a lot, old man—gee, Uncle Norman will be no end obliged to you, and gosh, he is already, for that bog79 you drained is still dry—”
“It will remain dry—” the boy assured him.
“Maybe we’d better be starting,” Jim suggested, “that is, if you are in a hurry to get to New York.”
“We shall be glad to hurry.”
“I say,” Jim put in, “You know, maybe I’m a nut, but if you people, I mean you and your uncle, would kind of act like ordinary people, not wear anything that looks a bit different, or act as if you are trying to keep out of sight, you wouldn’t attract attention—nobody would pay any attention to you at all, except maybe in a little place like North Hero, where everybody knows everybody else,” he finished hurriedly. The boy sat thoughtfully for a moment, then he smiled end held out his hand.
“Thank you, it is excellent advice.”
“When you are by yourselves you can act naturally, I mean as you do anyway, but you look as if you are different, you seem to know more—”
“Thank you, we will do that, and I hope we meet again, Jim Austin and Bob Caldwell.”
“If you come to Texas, look us up. This is where we live.” He gave the boy a card, with the address scrawled80 on the back.
“We will get ready,” Corso interrupted.
“Well, I say, where does this Burnam come in?” Jim asked.
“He was employed to do some task for one of our people and he suspected that somewhere great wealth must be stored. He saw me once in my father’s house. When his work was done, he was paid and dismissed, and taken away, so that he could not find the place again, but he came upon my uncle and myself on your western coast. He believes that I know the secret and tried twice to kidnap me, but he has failed each time, and he will fail again, for it is written in the forecasts that I shall live to a great age and that my enemies shall perish. One day you found a box, it held knotted strings81. Long before writing, or signs, tribes made their records by that method, I know the language of the knots in the colored strings.”
“Why, I’ve read of that, learned it in school, old language,” Bob exclaimed with enthusiasm.
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