Eagles of the Sky Part 16

"But see here, partner," whispered Perk, uneasily, "that ain't a'goin to make any perticular difference with our billet, is it--jest 'cause he's got this funny streak runnin' through his doin's we don't reckon to throw up our hands an' call it all off, do we?"

Jack chuckled.

"Not any, buddy--we only know that Uncle Sam wants his activities cut short--it may be exciting sport for him to ferry c.h.i.n.ks across from Cuba or Honduras, land big cargoes of booze on our sh.o.r.es with his thumb to his nose insofar as the Government is concerned, and such capers as that, but it means heaps of trouble for the revenue boys as well as holding our laws up to contempt. He must be brought to book, and his game stopped without any more delay than is necessary, no matter how many other innocent recreations he's engaged in."

"Hot ziggetty! that gives me a warm feelin' again, partner an' I guess we're the boys to knock the underpinnin' loose so's to make him drop with a splash." Saying which, Perk relapsed into utter silence.

For some further time they stuck it out, watching every little movement of the remarkable character proceeding with his labor, not a hundred feet distant. Jack himself began to grow a bit nervous, for the sun was just hovering above the western horizon and twilight does not last any length of time in the South. If they delayed much longer it would mean a walk in the dark over that dangerous dimly marked trail.

They could have no further doubt concerning the nature of the work that was giving the suspected man so much genuine pleasure, he had held up the object of his labor several times so they could plainly identify it as a birdskin with the most lovely rosy-tinted feathery plumage, long legs and a spoon-shaped bill.

Then greatly to the relief of the uneasy Perk, the short man came out of the shack and said something that caused the other to accompany him back, thus clearing the field.

"Now let's skip out," Jack said softly.

Accordingly both watchers commenced sliding and creeping for all the world copying the movements of a cat ambushing a feeding sparrow in the back yard of a suburban place. Although so anxious to get started on their way back to where they had left their camouflaged ship, neither Jack nor his comrade would take chances in trying to make haste; they had long ago learned the folly of one false move when engaged in their accustomed job of spying upon a suspected law-breaker whom they had tracked down after an arduous chase.

When finally they reached a point where it was safe to pick up a little speed, Jack hastened to do so. For a wonder Perk was not saying a word--the truth was he had his mind so filled with bewilderment in connection with the queer happenings of the last hour that he could not think of any further questions to ask his chum.

Then, too, Perk kept on the alert for any peril that might by chance lie in wait along the trail--there were other dangers besides that solitary rattlesnake that might suddenly crop up to give them a chill--how about those nasty looking water moccasins that swarmed in the oozy swamp?--what of the ferocious bobcats such as were said to crouch on the lower limb of some tree close beside a woods trail, waiting to drop down on any moving object that came along?--yes, and other things just as creepy that his excited mind could readily conjure up?

They were, as Perk judged, about halfway to the spot where they had seen Mr. Rattler earlier in the day and the dusk was certainly beginning to make all objects look more or less dim, when Jack suddenly stopped, giving Perk quite a shock.

"Listen!" Jack was saying huskily.

A far-away and faint buzzing sound came to Perk's ears but instead of adding to his excitement it really seemed to cool his blood, for surely this had nothing whatever to do with snakes of any kind.

"Huh! must be a crate partner!" bubbled the relieved Perk.

"No question about that, Perk, and growing clearer right along, showing it's heading this way."

"Mebbe the Lockheed-Vega comin' back again?" ventured Perk.

"Hardly likely," he was told instantly, "For one thing you'll notice this motor racket swings up to us from the southwest, while the other ship struck off toward the east."

"That's straight goods," Perk hastened to admit. "Funny I didn't get on to that right away. Means our gent has a raft o' ships comin' an' goin'

when he takes a notion to drop over here once in a while."

"Well, we can't stop to listen any longer," said Jack again starting off with the other trailing close at his heels.

The buzzing grew rapidly in volume, proving that no matter where the advancing plane came from, its destination must be that secluded little cove close to the coquina shack sheltering the man of many faces, who went from fields of excitement to those connected with society functions, entertaining guests in royal style or following his favorite pursuit along the enchanting line of adding to his prized collection of Florida birds. Presently Perk heard a splash and knew the amphibian must have reached its goal.

CHAPTER XXIII

A PUGNACIOUS RATTLER

In good time they reached the narrow point on the animal trail which marked the scene of their adventure with the rattlesnake. Perk, wishing to be prepared for anything that might greet them, had picked up a stout cudgel with which he believed he could give a good account of himself should the occasion arise.

But they pa.s.sed the place and he was beginning to breathe easier when he was thrilled by a brisk and ominous sound from just ahead. Instinctively Perk clutched his chum by the arm and dragged him back a pace although this was really unnecessary, since Jack had stopped walking at the same instant as Perk.

"Gosh all hemlock!" broke out Perk, "what d'ye think o' that--jest awaitin' round for us to come along--what a 'commodatin' little pet he is!"

Jack could see the suggestive bulk of the coiled snake lying on the path, with scant room on either side for them to pa.s.s--oozy depths of the swamp on one side and an angry rattler on the other.

"Just blocks our game whichever way you choose to look at it," chuckled Jack with a shrug. "If we were monkeys, we could shin up a tree and climb over to that other one beyond, but since we're neither simians nor fox squirrels, we'll have to settle this thing some other way. Drop that club, brother--it's too short for this business by three feet. To try and use it on that chap you'd have to step up within range of his spring and before you could get in your lick it'd all be over."

"Jest as you say, partner," remarked Perk, throwing the stocky club away. "Wait up for me, Jack, an' don't let him skin out till I get back.

I saw a stick just back a bit that ought to fill the bill okay."

Jack stood on guard and waited but not for long, since Perk speedily rejoined him, carrying a pole about eight feet in length and stout in proportion.

"Careful how you work it," advised Jack, who would rather have done the job himself but knew he would not be allowed by the ambitious one.

As Perk slowly advanced, waving his pole, the coiled serpent displayed signs of redoubled anger--louder buzzed his rattle while he drew back his flat head as though in readiness for action.

"Hold it there, buddy!" snapped Jack. "Now get a firm grip on your pole and draw back for a vicious rap--you've got to get him square in the middle and follow it up with more whacks in a big hurry. Don't step any closer whatever you do. Now, give him fits, Perk!"

This the other proceeded to do with might and main. The sprightly buzz suddenly ceased as the great folds of the monster began to squirm and writhe--Perk lifted his pole and put in another blow for good measure.

"Huh!--guess now he's got his for keeps," gasped the victor in the singular duel as he managed to get in a third and deciding stroke that crushed the flat head of the reptile and forever ended its capacity for business.

They were soon bending over the still squirming snake, Perk eagerly measuring its length by footing it off and announcing it to be just one inch over five feet.

"Gimme just a minute so's to whip off that bully rattle, partner," he was saying as he produced a big pocketknife and opened its large blade.

"I want it to show if any guy ever questions the truth o' my yarn 'bout these here Florida rattlers. There you are, an' now I'm ready to move on. But we got to keep our eyes peeled, 'cause I been told these critters nearly allers have a mate somewhere near by. An' I'm meanin' to hang on to this bully pole, since we got to come back this way more'n a few times, seems like."

Nothing else cropped up to disturb their peace of mind and in due time the pair arrived at the secluded lagoon where they had left their aircraft so artfully concealed. Apparently nothing had happened in this quarter since they started forth on their mission, and yet what strange things had they not seen inside those few hours.

"Seems like supper'd come in fair good jest new," Perk remarked after they had climbed carefully aboard and were once more comfortably seated in their accustomed places, "but sorry to say it's bound to be only a 'pology for real grub--dry fare and never even a drop o' water to wash it down with." And he emitted a disgusted grunt, as if to display a proper amount of displeasure over the doleful fact.

"I noticed a well of some sort just back of that shack," remarked Jack as if he too, shared in this moan over the absence of drinking water.

"When we go back we'll try and s.n.a.t.c.h a drink apiece so as to take the rusty feeling out of our throats. Until then we'll have to put up with it, partner."

Necessity knows no law and so Perk was compelled to grin and bear it.

Just the same, as they were munching their simple fare,--and little of that in the bargain--Jack could hear him muttering to himself and chuckling from time to time as though he managed to squeeze more or less pleasure in simply mulling over a mult.i.tude of his favorite dishes until one would have imagined it was a waiter in a cheap eating joint down on the Bowery enumerating what the house offered for dinner--_a la_ O.

Henry.

Later on Perk gave signs of being what he called dopey, whereupon Jack asked whether he felt inclined to start out again or should it be left to just one of them--meaning himself, of course,--to undertake the further job of spying.

"Not much you don't monopolize the fun," Perk told him point blank. "I'm bound to step along with you even if there'd be a legion o' them rattlebugs lyin' in the trail awaitin' to sting us. When I get started on anything I gen'rally keeps right on with it, even if I have to wade through h.e.l.l-fire. An' that goes, partner, see?"

"I knew you'd say that, brother," Jack a.s.sured him, seeing Perk act as though hurt by the insinuation that anything would tempt him to let his pal meet the danger alone. "If you feel a bit empty down below, just rub your tummy briskly, then pull in your belt a notch or two and it'll make you imagine you're full-up to the brim. I'll be ready to start off inside another ten minutes."

Jack spent most of this time rummaging around in the locker where he kept his own personal belongings. Perk knew when he got out that little but valuable hand flashlight, by means of which they expected to be able to keep on the winding and narrow trail when heading once more toward the lonesome coquina shack on the border of the great inland sea.