It was a second later that the puff of the exploding rocket reached the ears of those gathered about the boxes on the island, for sound does not travel as rapidly as light. When it came, Lieutenant Carstens made a dash for the side of the mountain and began the ascent. After ten anxious minutes he was back again with a malevolent grin on his face.
"The gunboat has captured theManhattan," he said, facing Ned.
Ned made no reply, for he was not a little puzzled at the remark. It indicated that the speaker believed that he had as complete control over the actions of those on the gunboat as he had over the conduct of those on board theClaraand theMartha. If this was true, there was nothing more to hope for. The gunboat would bring Pat, Jack, and Jimmie back as prisoners, and the drum-head would deal with five prisoners instead of two.
The Lieutenant now dispatched a man to the shelf of rock on the mountain which Ned had previously occupied, instructing him to report the progress of the gunboat, supposed to be bringing in her prize. From time to time the watchman called out that the two boats were rapidly nearing the harbor, and Ned listened to the reports with varying emotions. Now he was certain that the officer in charge of the gunboat would understand the situation; now he was almost sure that the officer and Carstens had had an understanding with each other from the first.
Two chiefs, evidently men of distinction among the native tribes, now approached the Lieutenant and spoke to him in Spanish. After replying Carstens turned to the son of the senator.
"Clem," he said, "perhaps you would better bring the box from the cabin. These men are satisfied with the goods they have received, and are ready to sign."
And so the treaty was to be executed there—after the receipt of sufficient arms and ammunition to make the revolt against the government formidable. Ned saw the craft with which the game had been played, and wondered if the officer who was coming on the gunboat could be induced to make an examination of the boxes on the beach and the box about to be brought from the cabin.
If he could, that would end the trouble so far as Ned and his companions were involved in it. If he stood hand-in-glove with Carstens, however, he would pretend to doubt the statements offered by the prisoners and refuse to make any investigation at all. In this case, there was likely to be murder done before morning.
"Gunboat rounding the point!" called the lookout.
The critical moment was near at hand, and Frank and Ned looked into each other's faces with apprehension in their eyes. Still, there was no weakening, no outward sign of the mental commotion within.
Presently the gunboat rounded the point to the north and slid into the harbor between the Tusks, followed closely by theManhattan. Ned saw that the boys were still on theManhattan, but that two men in uniform were there with them. It looked to him as if the lads had been placed under arrest, for they did not appear as jubilant as they would doubtless have looked if their story had been taken at its full face value.
Lieutenant Carstens appeared to be astonished and decidedly out of temper when the commander of the gunboat stepped out on the north Tusk. He was nervous, too, and cursed roundly at one of the men who crossed his path as he advanced to meet the officer. The three boys, who did not now act like prisoners, flocked off theManhattanand gathered around Ned and Frank. Their faces, however, still showed anxiety rather than joy at the success of their efforts to bring the gunboat to the island.
"I presume you have your instructions regarding theManhattanand her crew?" Lieutenant Carstens said, after the formalities had been gone through with.
"I understand that the boys took the boat out without permission," was the reply. "I am ordered to return her to Manila and to place the boys under arrest."
This was encouraging, for Ned knew that they would be safer under the guard of the captain of the gunboat than that of Carstens. Everything could be explained if they were taken back to Manila, and not shot like dogs, without a trial.
"Since leaving Manila," Carstens went on, "they have attacked several native settlements and murdered several persons. I already have them under arrest for piracy."
"What is the proposition?" asked the other.
"In my judgment they should be tried here, and, if convicted, executed at the scene of their latest crime."
"I protest against that," said the other.
"See here, Curtis," Carstens said, roughly, "these fellows are my prisoners, and I am here with special orders. That will be all."
"Hardly all," was the cool reply, "for I have my gunboat in the harbor."
Encouraged by this statement, Ned stepped forward and raised his bound hands.
"May I speak a word?" he asked.
"Certainly not!" said Carstens.
"Go ahead!" the captain of the gunboat, Frederick Curtis, said. "George," he added, addressing an officer, "go to the boat and train her guns on this delightful party."
Carstens turned deadly pale but smiled, and saluted.
"I'm sure you will do nothing rash," he said.
"I shall not overstep my instructions," was the reply. "What have you to say?" he continued, facing Ned.
"I want a few words with you in private," was the reply.
"I protest!" shouted the Lieutenant.
"Best speak here," was the decision of the captain.
At this moment the senator's son made his appearance on the Tusk with a steel box under his arm. He advanced quickly to the group and passed the box to Lieutenant Carstens.
"First," Ned began, "I ask you, Captain Curtis, to take charge of the box just given to Lieutenant Carstens."
Captain Curtis extended his hand for the box, but the Lieutenant drew back.
"This is unusual," the lieutenant said, "irregular and discourteous."
"I waive the point for the present," Captain Curtis said, "but I insist that the box shall not leave your hands until it passes into mine."
"Next," Ned went on, encouraged by the words and manner of Captain Curtis, "I want you to have the cabin of theClarasearched."
Lieutenant Carstens approached the speaker in a threatening manner, but Curtis stepped in front of him.
"Why shouldn't the cabin of theClarabe searched?" the latter demanded.
"You shall pay for this indignity!" Carstens roared, turning away from the group, with the box still under his arm. Ned pointed to the box, and Captain Curtis stopped him.
"I want that box," he said, calmly.
Lieutenant Carstens hastened his steps and lifted the steel box in his hands, as if about to toss it into the sea. Before he could execute his purpose, however, the box was seized by the Captain.
"If you wish to assist in the search of the cabin," Captain Curtis said, "we will go there together. Come along, Nestor," he added, turning to Ned and cutting the cord which held his wrists. "You suggested the move, and you shall see what is discovered in the search."
The Lieutenant moved along with the others, but paused at the head of the stairway leading down into the little stern cabin.
"I protest against this!" he roared, his face bloodless with passion or fright.
"By the way," Captain Curtis said, lifting the steel box high in the air, "this appears to be quite heavy. Suppose we open it here?"
"There is no key," Carstens replied.
Ned held up the odd-shaped key he had found on the island first visited.
"I think I can open it," he said, "but you'll find that Carstens has a key if you'll take a look through his clothes."
"Will you surrender the key?" asked Captain Curtis of the Lieutenant.
"The boy lies!" thundered Carstens. "I have no key."
"What does the box contain?" asked the Captain.
"I don't exactly know," Ned replied, "but it is my opinion that it contains a treaty pledging certain tribes to unite in rebellion against the United States provided they are supplied with guns and ammunition."
"Your opinion is of little account!" gritted the Lieutenant.
"And I believe," Ned went on, "that other papers are in the box—papers giving a history of the plot, also papers stolen from the government. Anyway, if you say so, Captain, I'll open the box with my key and we'll soon find out."
"Perhaps we would better retire to the cabin," suggested Captain Curtis, noting the curious faces gathering about. "We can settle the whole matter there."
Lieutenant Carstens would not have entered the cabin if one of the officers of the gunboat had not crowded him down the stairway.
"This is an outrage!" he shouted.
The senator's son now came hastily down the steps, his face red with rage, his fingers working convulsively, as if already playing about the throat of an enemy.
"That box is mine!" he cried. "I demand that it be returned to me unopened. I am the son of a United States senator."
"If what I suspect is true," Ned said, "you will need all the political pull a member of the senate has in order to keep yourself out of the penitentiary."
"Put that boy out of this cabin!" snarled the young man. "This is my private room. I paid for its use during the cruise."
Ned whispered a few words to the Captain, and the latter turned with a smile to a door opening at the rear of the little room where the excited group stood.
"Well," he said, "there is a question here as to whether the box contains any treasonable documents. If the box belongs to you, open it and we'll see if the charge is true or false. If it is false the box shall be returned to you."
"I have lost my key," was the reply.
"How long ago?" asked Ned.
The young man turned a supercilious face on the boy, but answered:
"Several days ago. What is it to you?"
"Where were you when you first missed it?" Ned persisted.
"That does not concern you," was the reply.
"If you lost it in Captain Godwin's station," Ned said, with a smile, "I presume I have it."
He held up the key he had found on the river bank, among the bushes, on the morning following the abduction of Lieutenant Rowe, and the other lunged for it.
"Never mind!" Ned laughed, dodging away, "I don't care to part with the key just now. After the investigation of the box is over you may have it."
"Unlock the box," ordered the Captain.
Ned stepped forward with his key, but was brought to a stop by a beating on the door of the rear cabin.
"I forgot," the boy said, "and the man in there doubtless desires his liberty. If some of you will unlock the door you will find the man the government sent away in charge of this expedition."
"What do you mean?" asked the Captain, while Carstens sank back in his chair with a groan.
"I think," Ned replied, "that you will find the real Lieutenant Carstens on the other side of that door."
The door was opened instantly, and a man in the uniform of a lieutenant in the United States Navy, stepped forth. He was pale and haggard, and there was a bandage about his head, but his eyes were clear and bright. Even in his emaciated condition his resemblance to the man crouching in his chair was striking.
There was a silence in the cabin for an instant as the man stepped forth. Surprise was depicted on every face except those of Ned and Captain Curtis.
"You see I was right," Ned said.
"You are Lieutenant Carstens?" asked the Captain.
"I am," was the slow reply, "and I ask that the traitor cowering in the chair be placed under arrest."
"That has already been done," the Captain said. "How long have you been confined in the cabin?"
"Several days," was the reply, "ever since the first day out, and each day seemed an eternity of years, for I knew that a treasonable scheme was afoot. If you will open that steel box," he added, "you will find the proof of my words."
"So they tried to corrupt you, did they?" asked Ned, applying the key to the box.
"Indeed they did," was the reply, "and failing, they determined to take my life. Why they delayed doing so is more than I can understand."
"Perhaps it may be well to use the key held by this man Keene, who has been personating me for so many days," Lieutenant Carstens said.
"I know nothing about the box or its contents!" Keene shouted. "It was given to me by the senator's son, and now I command you to restore it to him as I received it, unopened."
Captain Curtis raised his hand and three men sprang upon Keene, who struggled violently for a moment and then dropped back, inert and almost lifeless. A search of his pockets revealed a key which was the exact duplicate of the one in the possession of Ned, and with this the steel box was opened.
Captain Curtis took a sheaf of papers from it and handed them to Ned.
"See if your guess had any merit," he said, with a laugh.
"Here," Ned began, separating the papers one by one, "is a treaty signed by many native chiefs. Under its provisions, a thousand islands in the Philippine group would have been in open revolt within a week."
"This is all news to me!" gasped the senator's son, pale and frightened.
"And yet you claimed the box!" Ned said.
"But only as a piece of property placed in my possession as a sacred charge," the young man answered. "I didn't know what it contained. This man Keene, who has been posing as Lieutenant Carstens, alone knew what was in the box."
"That is false!" shouted Keene, "for you wrote the treaty, and witnessed the signing of it. It was all done in the interest of that gigantic corporation of which your very honorable father is the head!"
"Are you ready to tell the truth at last?" asked the Captain.
"Yes," answered Keene, "I'll tell all I know about it. I was poor and in disgrace in army circles, and this senator offered me more than I could refuse. That is all there is to it. I'll tell the truth, fast enough."
"You're a fool!" shouted the senator's son. "Who will believe what you say? As you said a moment ago, you are in disgrace in army circles now, having been cashiered for cheating at cards. No officer would take your word, or your oath, for that matter."
"And he," Keene faltered, pointing a shaking finger at the young man, "was sent out here to pay me the price of my treachery and to see that I delivered the goods!"
"It is false!" the young man replied. "All a lie! Wait until you hear from Washington! Then you'll see who is a traitor!"
"And this," Ned went on, holding up another paper, "is the order which followed Lieutenant Rowe to Captain Godwin's headquarters. Why they kept it, I do not know, but keep it they did."
"Read it," commanded the Captain.
"It orders Lieutenant Rowe," the boy summarized, "to arrest Tag, Captain Godwin's servant, and half a dozen other Filipinos at Godwin's headquarters and place them in irons. It informs Lieutenant Rowe that he must remain at Godwin's quarters until further instructions are sent to him."
"That paper," Keene said, "was retained to prove to the native chiefs what difficulties we, their friends, were encountering in trying to assist them in building up a confederacy of their own."
"It seems to me that there is nothing more to say about this matter," Ned said. "We boys came to the Philippines to assist the government in unearthing this plot and bringing the leaders to punishment, and there seems to be nothing more to be done."
"But I don't quite understand it yet," Captain Curtis said. "How did you know that this box contained the treaty? How did you know that Keene was personating Lieutenant Carstens?"
"This man Keene," Ned laughed, "played his hand awkwardly. Through spies in the offices at Manila, doubtless, he learned that the treachery of the Filipinos at Godwin's island had been discovered. He knew that the government would look there first, and determined to block the investigation until he could accomplish what he had set out to do and get his blood money."
Keene frowned up from his chair at the boy, but said nothing. The senator's son smiled weakly and kept his eyes on the floor.
"Go on!" the Captain said, greatly interested.
"Lieutenant Rowe was detailed to investigate the matter, and ordered to the Godwin island. If the isle has another name I have never learned of the fact."
"It is called Penalty Island," smiled the Captain, "because the man sent there is supposed to be given the detail for some oversight of duty. However, in the case of Captain Godwin, I do not think this holds good."
"After the Lieutenant left for Penalty Island, then," Ned went on, "Keene discovered what was going on and feared that Tag and his fellows, if arrested, would snitch, as the boys have it. Then the messenger was sent after Rowe with more definite instructions. That is, he was given more positive instructions and sent out in haste. On the way to Penalty Island the instructions were stolen and another paper substituted.
"While the original order required Rowe to arrest Tag and his fellow conspirators, the false one required the Lieutenant to return at once to Manila. This would indeed have blocked the investigation and given Keene and his confederates time in which to complete their work of organizing the tribes.
"But the messenger knew what the papers he had been given contained, and when they were read by the Lieutenant—exactly opposite to the instructions given him—there was a pretty row. He informed Rowe of the substitution and advised him not to obey the orders delivered.
"Tag and his men, clustered about the windows and porch of the nipa hut, heard what was going on and decided to get rid of Lieutenant Rowe and his party by assassination. This plan was not carried out because this young man Clem, whom we know only as the senator's son, arrived with a party of Americans and Filipinos.
"This man Keene might have been with the party, but I'm not sure of that. I don't know the date when he left Manila, or when he took charge of theClaraas Lieutenant Carstens."
"I was not there!" Keene gritted out.
"Oh, yes, you were!" insisted the senator's son. "You were in command of theClaraat that time, with Lieutenant Carstens locked up in his cabin."
"That is a falsehood," Keene said, turning to Ned. "I was there at Penalty Island, but I was not at that time in command of theClara."
"And only for me," Clem went on, "the Lieutenant and his men would have been shot instead of being taken prisoners."
Keene settled back into his chair without replying to this.
"Why did you go to Yokohama?" asked Ned.
"So you recognized me?" growled Keene. "You knew me when you saw me in the tea house? Well, I went there to kill Brown!"
The assertion was made so savagely, so recklessly, that the listeners gazed at the speaker in wonder.
"Brown," continued Keene, "was blackmailing me. He was at Penalty Island and was threatening to reveal what he knew unless I gave him a large sum of money. He went to Japan and I followed and caused him to be killed."
"And then you went back to Manila and went aboard theClara?" asked Ned.
"Yes; and came down to witness the signing of the treaty."
"Where did you get the guns?" asked Ned.
Captain Curtis gave a quick start at the question.
"The guns?" he asked. "What guns?"
"The guns which were unloaded here to-night," was the reply, "and turned over to the chiefs. If you will look through Keene's pockets again you will find drafts in payment for them."
"Where did you get the guns?" demanded the Captain.
"Stole them from the government!" was the reply. "We caused them to be loaded on board at Manila, before Carstens went aboard. He never knew they were in the hold. We were to pick up a lot of tinned provisions on the China coast—left there by a wrecked supply boat—and carry them to natives supposed to be on the verge of starvation. I took Carstens' place just before we reached the place where the tinned goods were. What I want to know is this," he added. "How did you learn so much about what we were doing, and intended to do?"
"This young man," pointing to Clem, "had a battle with one of the men at the nipa hut," was the reply. "He was not so strong as his opponent, and was dragged about the floor. If you will look at his heels you will see three large nails protruding from the right one. I saw them when he first came out of the cabin, when he lifted his shoe to strike a match for his cigarette.
"During this struggle his right hand was injured a bit, cut so that the blood ran from the wound. Now, after getting the prisoners to the canoe, he opened the treaty box in order to place therein the original instructions given to the messenger. If you will look at the paper you will observe a slight smear of blood.
"When he opened the box he took from it a very rough draft of the treaty and threw it away, after burning it about half up. I found what was left of it, bearing his mark, the bloody smear, and so learned what was in the box—beyond all reasonable doubt. He lost his key there, and I found it. The other key was in the possession of Keene, as you know."
"But why did you go to Yokohama?" asked Keene.
"I followed Brown there. At least I followed you and him to Manila. There you both disappeared, and I was told that Brown had gone to Yokohama. Do you remember of having trouble with him in a saloon at Manila, and threatening him? Well, I found that out, and I found out that you had been having trouble with him ever since returning to the city.
"It was easy to get his description, and so I followed him to Yokohama, believing that I could get his confession. He fled to Japan because of his fear of you, I take it?"
"He went to Japan because I promised to meet him there and give him a large sum of money," was the sullen reply. "I went there to kill him!"
"And then you got theClara, and circulated about the islands in her launch, and conferred with the native chiefs. I frightened you away from a couple of the conferences, as you know. You were betraying your country, and trying to place the crime on the hands of Lieutenant Carstens!"
"I should have succeeded, and got away with a fortune only for you!" growled the fellow. "Well," he added, "it is all in the game. I lost out and you won out. Good luck to you!"
They were too late to stop the sudden lifting of the hand to the mouth, and when they lifted him from the floor of the cabin he was dead. The senator's son stood over the body for a moment and turned to Captain Curtis.
"You know all about it now," he said. "If I am under arrest, take me to Manila. I can get bail there."
The guns were reloaded on theClara, the ammunition on theMartha, and the ships sailed at once for Manila, with half a dozen native chiefs who had come to receive the arms locked up in the cabin formerly occupied by Lieutenant Carstens. The removal of the arms and the capture of the leaders brought the conspiracy to a close and the matter was hushed up. Tag and his companions were arrested and punished.
The young man who claimed to be the son of a senator pleaded guilty to receiving stolen arms, stolen from the government, and was sentenced to a long term in a federal prison. When it was all over, after Major John Ross had condescendingly admitted the great value of Ned's services, after the government had paid the boy a large sum for his work, the five lads, Ned, Frank, Jack, Jimmie and Pat, arranged to spend a month among the islands in theManhattan.
"Bounding from isle to isle!" Jack cried. "Lying in the boat when you don't know whether the sea is the sky or the sky is the sea, both being so blue!"
"Well," Jimmie said, "I'll go along to see that you don't get captured again."
"I'd like to know whatever became of that man French," Ned said, laughing.
"Oh, he ducked," Frank said. "I heard Captain Curtis asking about him last night. He was just a paid thief, and jumped his parole."
"And we'll take Pat along," Jack said, "to leave signs in grass and send up smoke signals of distress. How did you get the two columns to working, Pat?" he added.
"The natives are lazy and didn't like to work, so I offered to bring the wood for them and build a fire. Well, I built two fires, as you know, and they suspected something and tied me up again."
"You're a handy Irishman, all right!" laughed Jack. "What have you done with the Filipino Boy Scout? I saw him with you last night!".
"He's going back to Washington," was the reply. "We may meet him over there."
On the following morning the boys would have been away in theManhattan, but that night Captain Curtis visited them and left a sealed envelope with Ned.
"You are to open that at Portland, Oregon," he said.
Ned did not look altogether pleased when he read the papers contained in the sealed envelope.
"There's going to be trouble up in the Northwest," he said, "and we're going there on government service. And we're going to have aeroplanes! Think of it!"
There was a shout, and Ned was almost buried under a collection of legs and arms.
"Whoop—ee!" cried Jack. "Me for the aeroplanes!"
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