The Boy Scouts at the Panama Canal Part 9

"I'll get even with you, you--you tin soldier!" he shouted, shaking with rage, and also with the chill of his immersion.

"I'm sorry you feel that way about it," rejoined Rob, as he turned aside and put on his coat, which Merritt had held for him.

"Yes, and you'll be sorrier yet," snarled Jared, as his friends walked him off toward the shed where his buggy was tied.

Just then, from across lots, there came a summons:--

"Hey, Rob! Where have you got to?"

"I'm coming right along," was Rob's reply; "wait a second."

He jammed on his cap and stepped out from behind the grandstand. Running toward him was Tubby, who had somehow escaped from his admirers.

"What's up?" cried Rob, as he saw the lad's flushed, excited face.

"Say, you know that note you left for Mr. Mainwaring?"

"Yes."

"Well, he's just got back. He's over in that auto yonder and asked me to find you as soon as possible."

Tubby pointed to the road on the outskirts of the village, where a big torpedo-bodied auto was drawn up. In it was seated a man of past middle age, with iron-gray hair and keen eyes, who was watching the boys closely as they came toward him.

As they drew nearer he got out of the car and addressed the chauffeur.

"You needn't wait for me, Manning. I'll walk home," he said.

CHAPTER IX.

FIRE!

"A most remarkable story; but I happen to know certain things that fit in with it in every way. Boys, you have done me a great service to-day."

Mr. Mainwaring paused as he spoke and looked kindly and admiringly at the three Boy Scouts who had unfolded to him the story of their experiences at the old barn. The tale had been told as they strolled along the road leading to the engineer's home, on a hill outside Hampton.

It had occupied some time in the telling, and dusk was drawing in so that, much against their will, the boys were compelled to decline Mr.

Mainwaring's invitation to visit his library and see some interesting drawings and data relating to the Panama Ca.n.a.l. But they made an engagement to come at some other time and hear from the great engineer about some of the wonders that had been accomplished in the magic land lying nine degrees north of the equator--a land which, so far as the Ca.n.a.l Zone is concerned, has been turned by Uncle Sam's ca.n.a.l commission into a land as healthful as any, if due precautions are observed.

It was almost dark as the boys hastened on their homeward way. There was a meeting called in the Eagle rooms over the bank that night, and they were all three in a hurry to get home and change and eat supper. As they walked along at a brisk pace, the conversation naturally was chiefly concerned with the topic which they had just been discussing with Mr.

Mainwaring.

"I wonder what he'll do about it?" said Merritt.

"Well, as he said, it's a mighty delicate matter as things are now,"

rejoined Rob. "To make a hasty move might force the plotters to rush things before any precaution could be taken against them. Even to take Jared before the authorities might be premature, so Mr. Mainwaring said.

I gathered, in fact, that he means to let matters lie quiet for a time and watch every move of those whom he suspects."

"They ought to clap the whole outfit in jail," sputtered Tubby, "and give them nothing to eat but bread and water."

"The last part of that remark would be a fearful punishment to Tubby, all right," chuckled Merritt, nudging Rob.

"What a lucky chap Fred Mainwaring is," said Rob presently. "Just think, when his father goes back to Panama he's to go, too. His dad says that every American boy who can ought to see the Big Ditch before the water is in it, and that, even if Fred does miss some schooling, he will be getting some education that can't be obtained from books."

"That's the sort I'd like," sighed Tubby, who was a notoriously unwilling wors.h.i.+pper at the shrine of knowledge.

"How about a cook book?" chuckled Merritt mischievously, and then dodged aside just in time to avoid a blow from Tubby's chubby fist.

Suddenly, behind them came the sound of wheels and the staccato rattle of a horse's hoofs tapping the road at a rapid trot.

"Out of the road, fellows, here comes a rig," cried Rob.

So fast was it coming that they had hardly time to step aside before the buggy, which held two occupants, was beside them. The driver pulled the horse up almost on its haunches and hailed them as they stood in the dark shadow of some big maples at the side of the road.

"Hey, you fellows! Got the time? We've got to make that seven-thirty train out of Hampton and my watch is broken."

Rob, and his companions, too, recognized the voice instantly.

"It's just seven o'clock, Jared," said Rob, "you'll have plenty of time."

"Confusion," muttered another voice in the rig, that of the strange young man who now appeared to be Jared's shadow. "It's those Boy Scouts."

Jared picked up his whip and aimed a vicious slash into the darkness. It is not likely that he had any hope of striking one of the lads he disliked so much, but he intended it probably just to show his hatred of them in a graphic manner. The next instant the same whip cracked over the flanks of his horse and the buggy dashed off into the gathering gloom.

"Whew!" whistled Rob, "so Jared is going to beat a retreat, eh?"

"Looks like it. I saw a suit case strapped on the back of that rig."

"We ought to stop him."

"How? By what right? What excuse could we offer?"

"That's so; but just the same it looks as if he's going to give Mr.

Mainwaring the slip and join those plotters some place."

"It certainly does," admitted Merritt. "I guess we ought to call up Mr.

Mainwaring and ask him if there is anything we can do."

"That's a good idea, Merritt. At any rate, having done that, we shall have performed our duty."

Hardly had the words left his lips before there came booming out on the night air a sound that thrilled them all to the heart. Clear and loud, with a note of clamorous terror, there came winging toward them the clang of the fire alarm! Stroke after stroke struck with a heavy hammer on the tire of an old locomotive wheel--that was the only alarm Hampton boasted.

The wheel hung outside the fire house of the Vigilant Engine Company Number One. There was no Number Two.

"Gee whiz, fellows! The fire alarm!" cried Tubby, pulling up short in the road.

They stood breathlessly listening, while out on the dusk the clamorous notes of the steel tocsin went clanging and jangling. A thrilling, soul-stirring cry at any time, it was doubly so to these lads, members of a body enlisted in the cause of helping those who needed aid.