The Boy Scouts on Picket Duty Part 8

"Could you, Dave? It's not a large boat by any means."

"Uh-huh, sure!" a.s.sented the guide. "But slow work---lose heap time."

"No matter. Anyway, we've got to give those fellows time to land and to get to the cabins before we surround them. Go ahead, Dave; and Alec, you go with him to run the boat back. I guess you know more about a gasoline engine than any of us. Hurry now---and good luck!"

The intrepid young scout needed no urging. Before Dave had found a suitable pole, Alec had taken his place at the stern and was pointing her in the direction of the peninsula on which Lieutenant Driscoll and his men were waiting.

In a few minutes Dave was pus.h.i.+ng the light but substantial launch along the waterway, and almost immediately it disappeared from sight, swallowed up in the darkness.

It returned in about half an hour, crowded to the gunwales, carrying the dozen men. In the meantime, a rather startling incident had occurred.

Dave and Alec had been gone only ten minutes or so, when the a.s.sembled pickets observed a bright light burst forth from the surrounding gloom and rapidly increase until it a.s.sumed the proportions of a large bonfire.

The outlaws were carrying out the first part of their plan, which was to attract the revenue men away from the vicinity of the cabins while they effected a loading of their munitions or other contraband goods upon the _Esperanza's_ boat. They counted on the probability that the revenue men would hasten to put out the fire on the coast---which was quite a little distance from the cabins---and would be unaware of other operations at the same time.

But in this scheme they reckoned without their pursuers; for the crew of the _Petrel_---even now hurrying to the scene of action---had received information of this very ruse, and had decided to ignore it and to make directly for Durgan's Cove.

Not knowing that the _Arrow_ was lying near, or that the dozen men from the fort, with the scout pickets, were already on the scene, those energetic seamen of the _Petrel_ were bending every effort to reach the smugglers' headquarters on time.

Captain Bego, of the _Esperanza_, however, knew that the _Petrel_ was on his trail, and he was all the more anxious to make "a getaway with the goods."

The bonfire, instead of dying down at last, seemed to rise higher and higher, casting a lurid glow over the marshes and streams, and even upon the dark waters of the ocean. Made of driftwood, bundles of dried saw-gra.s.s and withered cypress boughs---industriously piled on by Max, the half-breed, who had been sent there for that very purpose---it blazed merrily, and a shower of sparks swirled around it, veering toward the cabins. To all appearances, the three cabins seemed doomed to take fire; in which case nothing could save them or their contents.

The soldiers from the fort and Dave had disappeared into the darkness of the deeper shadows.

Eager to see the fire and to find out what was going on in that vicinity, Billy, Alec, and Roy Norton crept forth from their hiding place and approached the glowing beacon.

For the most part, they followed the bank of a creek or inlet which, like all its fellows, wound and zig-zagged through the springy turf of the marsh. This particular waterway reflected the glow of the bonfire more brightly than the others, from which fact they deduced that it would be the most direct path.

On getting nearer, the hum of human voices showed them that a number of men had a.s.sembled, some of whom were engaged in throwing water over the blaze, others in patrolling the beach. Evidently the bonfire was burning too high and casting too much light to suit their purposes.

"Who are they?" queried Alec in a whisper.

"I don't know," answered Norton as quietly.

"Look!" Billy exclaimed softly. "There are three mulattoes in that bunch over by the dune. And see that tall, skinny, dark man with the oilskin coat over his left arm? That must be Captain Bego."

"He certainly looks like Vinton's descriptions," Norton observed.

"And he's giving orders as if he-----"

"Hark! What's that noise?"

Breathlessly they waited and listened.

After another full minute they again heard the sound---a low rumbling, like distant thunder.

"Gee! it sounds dangerous," said Billy.

"I wish we knew what it was."

"I can make a pretty good guess," Norton added, still whispering.

"It's a-----"

In the middle of his sentence he was interrupted by a shout from one of the mulattos.

"Boat! Boat comin'!" cried the man, running toward the others, who by this time had almost extinguished the bonfire. His announcement was distinctly heard by the three hidden scouts.

"Wonder if he has seen our captured launch or a boat out at sea?"

said Alec.

"Boys, he means---the _Petrel_!"

"Oh!" the other two exclaimed dubiously.

"How do you know?" demanded Billy. "How can you tell?"

"It's just a guess on my part," Norton admitted readily; "but before we came ash.o.r.e today, Vinton told me that he wouldn't be at all surprised if the _Petrel_ came cruising back this way by evening; and so, when that fellow came running up with the news, my first thought was that the _Petrel_ was not far off."

"But where are the soldiers all this while?" asked Alec. "Why haven't they followed us here?"

"They may have gone to the cabins, instead," replied Norton.

"Perhaps Dave has guided them to the bonfire by another way, and they're just waiting to make an attack when that fire-raising gang start toward the cabins."

"I guess you're right, Billy. Come on, let's get nearer."

With one accord, the three moved forward.

CHAPTER IX

DEEDS OF DARKNESS

As yet, neither the soldiers nor the revenue men had appeared on the scene. In spite of his shrewd guess, Norton began to believe that the smugglers, having come to the conclusion that their bonfire was not necessary, after all---because they fondly imagined the _Petrel_ was far away down the coast---would waste no more time trying to attract the cutter to that spot, but would proceed boldly, under cover of darkness, to run their goods from the cabins to the _Esperanza_.

Such seemed to be Bego's decision, also; for as Roy, Billy, and Alec drew nearer, they heard the swarthy leader directing most of his men to "shoulder arms and march over to Durgan's headquarters."

Presently the group near the bonfire was diminished by the departure of eight or nine men, who picked their way gingerly over the uneven ground, muttering directions to one another as they went Billy could hardly restrain his impulse to follow them.

At one time they pa.s.sed so close to the ambushed pickets that the latter could distinguish the words "after midnight" and "set the boy loose."

"They're talking about Hugh," said Billy to himself, and his heart beat fast with excitement. The words gave him a.s.surance that his chum was alive, which was some comfort.

"I think I'll just have to follow them," he mused a few moments later; and telling Norton and Alec that he would be back very soon, he slipped away, trailing Bego's men, before Norton could prevent him from going.