Ruth Fielding Homeward Bound Part 16

Thus speaking cheerfully, he led the way out of the room and into the open cabins of the saloon deck. Ruth followed, glad enough to give up the leadership to him.

CHAPTER XVI-ON THE EDGE OF TRAGEDY

They went up to the open deck to meet the blackest night Ruth Fielding ever remembered to have seen. The impenetrable clouds seemed to hover just above the masts of the abandoned steamship.

The night air aided Mr. Dowd to recover his poise. It was plain that the narcotic influence of the drink the doctor had given him still affected his brain more than did the blow he had suffered in falling. Soon his mind was quite clear and his manner the same as usual.

"I am afraid, as you say, Miss Fielding, that we are alone on the ship.

I do not hear a sound," he said.

"But you do not think the ship is sinking, do you, Mr. Dowd?" Ruth asked.

"She does not roll as though she was waterlogged in any degree. Nor can I see that she has any pitch, either to bow or stern. If the explosion was amidships-and you say it was in the fireroom-I doubt if a hole torn in the outside of the ship would sink her.

"You see, the engine room and boilers are shut off from the rest of the ship, both fore and aft, by water-tight bulkheads. If these were closed when the accident occurred, or soon after, that middle compartment might fill-up to a certain point-and that would be all. She could not take in enough water to sink her by such means."

"But one would think Captain Hastings-or the engineer-or somebody-would have discovered the truth," Ruth said, in doubt.

"You'd think so," admitted Mr. Dowd. "But there was a great deal of excitement, without doubt. If the water rushed in and put out the fires, and the place filled with steam, until that steam cleared the situation must have looked much worse than it really was.

"You see the ship was abandoned so quickly, that I doubt if the engineers could have learned just how serious the danger was. They must all have been panic-stricken."

"Your Captain Hastings as well," said Ruth scornfully.

"I am afraid so," admitted the chief officer. "But the captain must have been misled by the under officers. I do not believe he showed the white feather. He had the responsibility of the pa.s.sengers-especially of those wounded-on his mind. We must give him credit for making a clean get-away," and in the lantern-light Ruth saw that he smiled.

"I hope they are all safe," she responded reflectively. "The poor things! To have to drift about in open boats all night!"

"We are not far from land, of course," said Mr. Dowd. "And it is a wonder that one of the patrol boats has not crossed our track. Hold on!"

"Yes?" said the startled young woman.

"What about the radio? Didn't they send a wireless? Couldn't they have called for help?"

"Oh, I never thought of the wireless at all," Ruth confessed. "And I am sure it was not used at first-not while I was on deck."

"Strange! With two operators-Rollife and an a.s.sistant-how could they neglect such a chance?"

"I heard nothing about it," repeated Ruth.

"Come on. Let's look and see," said the chief officer of the steamship.

"Something is dead wrong here. Sparks surely would not have left his post unless the radio had completely broken down. Why, if we could manipulate the radio we'd call for help now-you and I, Miss Fielding."

He led the way swiftly along the deck. The radio station had been built into the forward house, for the _Admiral Pekhard_ was an old steamship, her keel having been laid long before Marconi made his dream come true.

The staff from which the antennae were strung shot up into the darkness farther than they could well see. There was a single small window far up on either side of the house for circulation of air only. There seemed to be no life about the radio room.

Mr. Dowd tried the door. It did not yield. He shook it-or tried to-crying:

"Sparks! Sparks! Hey! Where are you?"

He was answered by a voice from inside the radio room. It was not a pleasant voice, and the words it first uttered were not polite, to say the least. The man inside ended by demanding:

"What in the name of Mike was meant by locking me into this room?"

"Great Land!" gasped Dowd. "It's Rollife himself."

"And you know darned well it's Rollife," pursued the radio man. "Let me come out!" and he went on to roll out threats that certainly were not meant for Ruth's ears.

But to let the man out of his prison was not easy. Dowd found that two long spikes had been driven through the door and frame above and below the doork.n.o.b. He was some time in getting Rollife to listen to this explanation.

"Who is it? Dowd?" demanded the angry radio man at last.

"Yes," replied the first officer. "Who did this?"

Whoever it was who pinned the man into the room was threatened with a good many unpleasant happenings during the next few moments. Finally Dowd's voice penetrated to the operator's ears again.

"Hold your horses! There's a lady here. How shall I get you out, Sparks?"

"I don't give a hang _how_ you do it," snarled the other. "But I want you to do it mighty quick-and then lead me to the man who nailed me up."

"Wait," said Dowd. "I'll get a screwdriver and take off the hinges of the door. Then you can push outwards."

"What the deuce has happened, anyway?" demanded Rollife, as the first officer of the _Admiral Pekhard_ started away.

Ruth thought she would better answer before the imprisoned radio man broke out afresh. She told him simply what had happened, and why it had happened, as she presumed.

"It was Dykman nailed me up-the cur!" growled the radio man. "Then he monkeyed with the wires outside there. He put the radio out of commission, all right. That was before the explosion. My door was nailed almost on the very minute the old ship was. .h.i.t. But why doesn't she sink?"

"I do not believe she is going to sink, Mr. Rollife," said Ruth. "Oh, if you could only repair your aerial wires, you might call for help!"

"Let me out of here," growled the radio operator, "and I'll find some way of sending an S O S-don't fear!"

Mr. Dowd came back from the engine room where he had secured a screwdriver. He set to work removing the screws from the hinges of the radio room door.

"I do not believe that the explosion caused any serious damage to the ship itself," said he. "The fireroom is full of water; but it looks to me as though a seac.o.c.k had been opened. I think the explosion was on the inside-a bomb thrown into one of the fires, perhaps."

"What's that you say?" demanded Rollife, from inside the room. "No likelihood of the old tub sinking?"

"Not at all! Not at all!"

"Well, I certainly am relieved," said the radio man. "I've been conjuring up all kinds of horrors in here."

"Huh!" exploded Dowd. "You were asleep till I pounded on the door."