The Ocean Wireless Boys and the Lost Liner Part 10

A SUDDEN ALARM

At midnight, while the _Tropic Queen_ was plying ever southward through smooth seas and under a dark canopy of sky lit by countless stars, Jack left his key and, calling Sam, whose turn it was on watch, went below for his customary midnight "snack." A sleepy-eyed steward served him in the big saloon, which looked empty and desolate with only one light in all its vastness.

Jack ate heartily and then prepared to go on deck again. He had reached the foot of the saloon stairs when a sudden sound made him pause.

It was the rustle of skirts. Jack drew back into the shadow which hung thickly over that part of the saloon. To his astonishment, for he thought that all the pa.s.sengers-except a belated party in the smoking-room-were in bed, he saw that the figure which pa.s.sed swiftly through the corridor beyond the staircase was that of Miss Jarrold.

She wore a white dress which showed ghost-like through the gloom, although the corridor was dimly lighted. But there was no mistaking her slender, graceful outlines and quick, panther-like walk.

Suddenly the conversation that Sam had repeated to him flashed across Jack's mind. It had appeared to foreshadow some desperate attempt to gain whatever the pair had set their minds on. Almost beyond a doubt, these were the papers and plans relating to the Panama Ca.n.a.l. Jack knew that Colonel Minturn's cabin was in the direction the girl was following.

Could it be possible that--

Suddenly a piercing shriek came, followed by cry after cry.

Jack's heart stood still. His scalp tightened.

[Ill.u.s.tration: The cry was the most blood-chilling that can be heard at sea.]

The cry was the most blood-chilling that can be heard at sea.

"Fire! Fire! Fire!"

Jack dashed down the pa.s.sage. From every stateroom now, shouts of men and screams of women were coming. Warned by he knew not what instinct, he made for Colonel Minturn's cabin.

It lay just around a corner of the pa.s.sage. He had just gained it, when he saw a bulky figure, that of Jarrold, hurl itself against the door and go smas.h.i.+ng through it. Jack rushed up.

Jarrold turned on him with a savage growl.

"Get away from here, boy. I'll save Colonel Minturn. You go and warn the other pa.s.sengers."

But Jack made no move to go. Instead, he stepped into the cabin. In his bunk lay the colonel, apparently sleeping deeply. Jack shook him, but he did not move, only lay there, breathing heavily.

"This man has been drugged," he exclaimed half aloud.

At the same instant he felt the hulking form of Jarrold fling itself at him.

"You infernal, interfering young spy," he snarled. "Get out of here. Get back to your post. Send out an alarm of fire."

He seized Jack with his big hands. The boy's blood boiled. Big as Jarrold was, and powerful, too, Jack was, he thought, a match for him.

Jarrold aimed a fierce blow at him. Jack dodged it and parried it with one of his own. Then the two clinched. Jarrold's powerful arms encompa.s.sed the boy, squeezing the breath out of him.

Outside the cabin, people in all stages of dress and undress were rus.h.i.+ng about screaming and shouting. The whole s.h.i.+p was in pandemonium.

Within the cabin, for Jarrold had closed the door when he followed Jack in, the two combatants, the boy and the man, fought in desperate silence for the mastery, while the man in the bunk lay with closed eyes, breathing heavily.

Back and forth they swayed till Jack suddenly wrenched himself loose. He delivered a powerful blow and stopped a bull-like rush from Jarrold. The fire, everything, was forgotten before his desire to overcome the man who had attacked him.

Jarrold was, as has been said, a bull of a man. Thick-necked, powerful and possessed of no little science, he could have torn Jack to pieces if he could have gripped him right. But Jack, once free of his clutches, was careful to avoid this.

Jack possessed no little of the science of the gymnasium, too. He fought coolly, taking every advantage of his skill. Again and again he dodged Jarrold's mad rushes, and again and again he landed blows which seemed heavy enough to fell an ox.

But they did not appear to have any effect on Jarrold's big frame. A mere grunt was the only sign that he had noticed them. Jack began to despair of handling his man after all.

In the struggle, furniture was smashed, Jarrold's coat torn, and both combatants' faces were cut and bruised. Gasping for breath, dizzy from the thundering shock of the few blows Jarrold had driven home like flesh and blood sledge hammers, Jack was about to give up, when suddenly he noticed that no one was facing him. Jarrold, breathing heavily, his face purple, lay stretched across a lounge as he had fallen.

A terrible thought flashed through Jack's mind. Suppose he had killed him?

CHAPTER XIII

A DOSE OF SLEEPING POWDER

Jack rushed out into the hallway. It was not, as he had expected, smoke-filled, nor was there any odor of fire in the air. Somewhere he could hear the voices of officers shouting above the distant hub-bub in the saloon: "Keep your heads! There is no fire."

Doctor Flynn, the s.h.i.+p's surgeon, came hurrying by. Jack stopped him and explained what had occurred in Colonel Minturn's cabin.

"We must send for help and carry them both out of danger at once," he said.

"Danger? But there is no danger," exclaimed the doctor.

"But the fire?" gasped the boy.

"There is none. It was either the overwrought nerves of a silly woman that started the panic, or else there was some malicious design underlying the whole thing."

The thought of what he had seen as he stood in the shadow of the saloon stairway rushed across Jack's mind: Miss Jarrold's sudden appearance and then the scream of fire. Could it have been possible that this was the thing that Sam had overheard her and her uncle debating? That, taking advantage of the panic they knew would be caused by such an alarm in the dead of night, Jarrold had schemed a way to enter Colonel Minturn's cabin?

"Will you come into Colonel Minturn's cabin with me at once, doctor?"

asked Jack.

"Certainly, my boy. But," and the doctor stared at him in amazement, "what has happened to you? Your face is bruised and marked. Have you been fighting?"

"A little bit," said Jack grimly.

"With whom?"

"With a man I believe to be a consummate scoundrel. By the merest accident on earth, I happened along here just in time to frustrate what I believe to be a plot against Colonel Minturn."

All this Jack explained hastily as they retraced their way down the corridor to Colonel Minturn's cabin. The panic had died down, and the pa.s.sengers, rea.s.sured now, were making their divers ways back to their cabins. Some tried to turn the whole matter into a joke. Others looked sheepish over the panic-stricken way in which they had behaved.

But when the two entered the colonel's cabin a surprise awaited them.

_Jarrold was not there._