by Roy Rockwood
CHAPTER XXX
DISASTER
It would be impossible to do full justice to the joy and excitementoccasioned by the return of Dave Fearless to the _Swallow_.
Dave had come up to the steamer unperceived. He knew how to get to theold familiar deck without being discovered.
His first rush was for the dear old father, seated on a stool watchingthe cheerful scene ashore, but all the time thinking of his missing son.
There was an affectionate greeting between these two who thought so muchof one another. Then Captain Broadbeam nearly wrung Dave's hand lame,trying to express his delight at seeing him once more safe and soundaboard the _Swallow_.
"Mr. Stoodles away--and Bob, too?" exclaimed Dave disappointedly, alittle later, as he was told of the happenings with his friends since hehad last seen them. "That is unfortunate. I hope they will soon returnsafely. In fact, it is almost indispensable that Mr. Stoodles see thepoor native I brought aboard with me."
"He'll have to see him soon, then," said Doctor Barrell, shaking hishead seriously. "The man is in pretty bad condition, Dave. I doubt if Ican pull him through."
"He is the possessor of a great secret," said Dave. "Let me tell youabout it."
"I hope Stoodles comes back in time to talk with the outcast," said AmosFearless anxiously, after Dave had told his story.
The next morning there was some disturbing news to report by theboatswain. Gerstein had escaped during the night, taking the bestequipped of the small yawls with him.
Then there were two days of solicitous nursing of the outcast andanxious waiting for the return of Stoodles and Bob.
One morning a loud cheer brought the coterie at the captain's table ingreat haste and excitement on deck.
Stoodles and Bob had arrived by the overland route.
There was a vast babel of talk and welcome lasting over an hour, whileall matters were mutually explained.
"I'm so solid with the present government of the Windjammers," boastedPat proudly, "that I could command legions and phalanxes at my instantbeck and call."
"That is good, Mr. Stoodles," smiled Dave. "So you had them out lookingeverywhere for me, did you?"
"Yes, and I promised them that a fearful visitation of fire--some ofBob's foine fireworks--would disrupt the nation if within three days youwere not found."
"Well, Stoodles," said Captain Broadbeam, "we may need the help of thenatives when we get farther along. For the present, however, there isonly one thing to do. Get into shape to go for that treasure. The_Swallow_ is all fixed up. We are in perfect sailing trim. We knowthat Nesik and his crowd are still alive, but we need have no fear ofthem without a ship to harbor them. Another thing--Gerstein's escape isunfortunate. He may get to his friends and warn them. In the morningwe will start to hunt up the treasure."
"Gerstein may get there first," suggested Dave.
"Suppose he does. He's got no ship to carry the treasure away in. Isee possible fighting ahead if we run across Nesik and the Hankers, butwe've got the upper hand of them. Dave, lad, take Stoodles down to seethe native you brought here. Try to find out something definite aboutthe hiding-place of the treasure, will you, Pat?"
"Shure, I will," declared Stoodles.
"Oh, the man will tell you freely--I know it from his gestures to me!"declared Dave. "He was very low last night, though. Come, Mr. Stoodles,I will take you to him, let him know that you are my friend, and therest will be easy."
They went to the forecastle. The boatswain met them at the door of thelittle compartment that marked the hospital of the ship.
"Mr. Stoodles is to see the sick native, Mr. Drake," said Dave.
The boatswain looked very somber.
"Mr. Stoodles is too late," he pronounced solemnly.
"Too late?" echoed Dave.
"Yes; the poor fellow died an hour ago."
Dave went back to the cabin with the sad news. Stoodles expressed acuriosity to see the outcast, and the boatswain accompanied him to thehospital.
When later Dave looked for Pat, the Milesian sent word by the boatswainthat he was very busy and would see his friend in the morning.
It was about two hours after midnight that Dave awoke with a greatstart. As he sprang to the floor from his berth Bob Vilett dashed intothe stateroom.
"Dave, Dave!" he cried. "It's all up with us."
"Now what----" began Dave. He was interrupted by great tramping on thedeck and the sound of pistol-shots.
Dave hurried on his clothes and rushed after Bob to the deck.
A blow from a marlinspike sent Bob flat and a rough stranger grabbedDave as he appeared.
Captain Broadbeam and his crew were hemmed in near the bow, held at bayby a dozen armed men.
With a sinking heart Dave realized what had happened--the brave little_Swallow_ was in the hands of their enemies: Captain Nesik of the_Raven_, the Hankers, and all that rascally crew.
