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Oh, thats all right, Frank, Lathrop replied awkwardly, recollecting his fiery threats of a short time before. To tell the truth, Lathrop was thoroughly ashamed of himself, and declining the boys hearty invitation to supper, hurried home to the house on the hill.
He had learned a lesson he never forgot.
Now, said Frank, as soon as he had gone, well give these fellows a surprise if they come around here to-night that will stick in their minds for a good many years.
Under his directions everyone got busy for the rest of the afternoon driving wooden posts at six foot intervals all round the aerodrome. When the posts were all in position a copper wire of medium thickness was strung from one post top to another and the ends connected with the dynamo ultimately destined to supply the Golden Eagle IIs searchlight and wireless equipment. By the time Ben Stubbs, who had quite ousted Le Blanc as cook, announced by a clarion summons, beaten on a tin wash-pan, with a big ladle, that a supper, consisting of his famous baked beans, chops, spinach and coffee was ready not to forget Bens masterpiece, a huge strawberry pie, Frank pronounced his preparations also complete.
After supper everybody sat around the stove in the portable house, for the nights were still chilly, till about ten oclock. They had all made as much noise as possible early in the evening with the ultimate motive of accentuating the quietness later on.
Frank and Harry stood at the door of the portable house as Schultz and Le Blanc started for the aerodrome and shouted out good-night till the echoes rang back from the hills. Then one by one the lights in the two houses went out and all was quiet. That is, all seemed so to two watchers concealed in a thick mass of brush up on the hill, but in reality no sooner had the houses been plunged in darkness than the boys and Ben Stubbs had crept quietly into the aerodrome and sat down to wait for the crisis they felt sure was coming.
Harry and Billy each carried a long thin package that might have contained anything from dynamite to a pistol. Ben Stubbs, with a grim expression on his rugged face, grasped a stout club he had cut that afternoon. It was pitchy dark in the aerodrome and as they waited, in the absolute silence Frank had enjoined, the watchers could hear one another breathing. Upstairs only the rhythmic snores of Schultz and Le Blanc, who were not in the secret, disturbed the silence.
Frank sat with his hand on the switch that would shoot a current of 500 volts through the copper wires surrounding the aerodrome when he connected it. A hole, bored earlier in the afternoon in the wooden wall of the aerodrome gave the boy a command of the view outside in the direction of the woods. So dark was it, however, that even his keen eyes could detect little in the black murk. He saw they would have to judge of their enemies whereabouts solely by sound.
They must have sat there in the darkness for an hour or more, with no sound being borne to their ears but the unmelodious snoring of the two mechanics in the loft when, suddenly, and without any further warning there came a sharp crack from up on the hillside as a branch snapped under a heavy foot.
Here they come, whispered Frank to the boys, whom he knew were there; but couldnt see any more than if they were in the antipodes.
Get outside now, you fellows, and when I give the word, let go!
Silently as cats Billy Barnes, Harry and Ben Stubbs slipped off their shoes and tiptoed out through the door of the aerodrome, which had been left open to allow for the noiseless exit. Frank was left alone in the barn-like aerodrome save for the two sleepers upstairs. The tension in the silence grew painful. When would the persons who had crackled the broken branch on the hillside recover their courage enough to make a further advance?
All at once, close at hand, Frank heard a loud whisper of:
Well, they are all asleep, evidently.
Yes, replied another hoarse whisper, that kid you suspected evidently didnt hear anything.
Confound it, its dark as a pit, came from the first speaker.
It might be lighter, replied the other, but the blacker it is the better for us.
Hark at those fellows snoring, was the next thing Frank heard. The remark was accompanied by a smothered laugh.
Yes, they are sound asleep as run-down tops, was the reply.
Frank inwardly blessed the stalwart lungs of Schultz and Le Blanc. All unconsciously the sleepers were helping on their plans.
Do you think thats the boys snoring? asked one of the two men who were cautiously creeping nearer to the aerodrome.
I hope so, was the response, Id like to see them go skywards with their infernal air-ship.
Scudder will have reason to thank us for a good nights work, was the next remark of the prowlers.
There was silence for a few seconds and then a jangling sound. One of the men who had the destruction of the Golden Eagle II at heart had collided with Franks wire fence.
Confound it, whats that? angrily hissed his companion.
A wire fence, replied the other.
Well, it will take more than that to stop us, was the angry answer, come on, grab the top wire and over we go.
Now! shouted Frank, as he threw in the switch and 500 volts coursed through the copper wire both men were grasping.
At the same instant Billy and Harry outside pressed the electric buttons that ignited the Coston navy signal lights they both carried and the whole scene was illuminated in a white glare as light as noonday. And what a scene it was!
On the ground by the fence sprawled the marauders yelling till the air rang with their cries of mingled pain and amazement at the surprise of the powerful shock that had knocked them off their feet.
Above them stood the stout figure of Ben Stubbs belaboring them impartially with the heavy club he had cut for that special purpose.
Take that, you lubbers, you longshore loafers! he shouted as his blows fell with the rapidity of a drumstick on the two prostrate carcasses.
The two men, however, had laid their plans better than the boys knew. They were prepared for a surprise, but not one of the kind they had run into.
Without a seconds warning there was a sudden flash from the hill behind them, followed by a sharp report. Ben Stubbs threw up his hands and rolled over with a yell more of surprise than of anything else.
Put out those lights! shouted Frank, realizing that in the white glare the group outside presented fine targets for the hidden marksman on the hill, whoever he might be.
The boys instantly shoved their glaring torch tips into the ground. Even as they did so they could hear rapidly retreating footsteps.
Dont let them get away, shouted Harry wildly.
Frank, who by this time had switched off the current, and was outside, seized him with a detaining grasp.
No good, Harry, he exclaimed. It would be taking needless chances. Now, lets look to Ben.
Only a hen-peck, hailed that redoubtable ex-mariner, coming up, just nicked my starboard ear, but I thought for a minute they had done me.
That was no fault of theirs, answered Billy, they
He was interrupted by a series of guttural shouts and piercing shrieks.
Ach Himmel donnerblitzen vass iss !
Sacre nom de nom! Quest-ce que cela! To the aid. Monsieur Chest-e-erre!
The cries came from the aerodrome and were uttered by the awakened Schultz and Le Blanc, the latter of whom was almost in hysterics. Frank laughingly quieted them and explained what had happened.