Two Boys of the Battleship Part 24

"Attention, men!" called the commanding officer. "I want you to understand what this is about. Our captain has been appealed to for protection by a number of United States citizens living here. According to the signals flashed to us from sh.o.r.e our citizens are being attacked by a mob of the revolutionists. Just why, we needn't go into now. But we must give protection to our friends, and we are going to try and drive off the mob."

"Hurrah!" some one cried.

"Lively now, men!" went on the officer. "Forward! There they are!"

The dark ma.s.s of fighters which had been near the sh.o.r.e before the boats landed had gone farther up the strand just as the battleship men arrived. But now they were again rushing down the beach.

There were shouts, yells and cries, mingling with the pop of small arms.

Most of the shouting was in a foreign tongue, Portuguese, most likely, so Ned and Frank thought.

"There must be a lot of our citizens here," said Ned, as he saw that there were two good-sized crowds, one evidently attacking the other. And it was this attack and repulse, this backward and forward movement, as the tide of fighting changed, that had taken the conflicting forces away from the water's edge, and now, once more, brought them to it again.

"Those who are being attacked aren't all Americans," said a petty officer near our heroes. "Our citizens threw their lot in with the inhabitants here who are opposed to the revolutionists, and the latter are attacking the loyal natives as well as our men. Now we'll-"

But he had no time to explain further, as sharp orders to advance came.

It was not very dark, though it was about midnight, for the moon shone brightly, and now the battleship had brought to bear on the scene all her powerful searchlights.

"Forward and at 'em!" came the command. "Protect the Americans!"

Snarling cries came in answer from the revolutionists. But they did not give way at once, though they must have realized that they were about to be attacked by some of the best-trained fighting men in the world, and some of the bravest-the United States blue-jackets.

The crack of guns, which had ceased for a moment, now began again more spitefully than before. The two parties in the riot were firing at one another, and bullets began to sing over the heads of the battleship boys. Instinctively several ducked. Others laughed.

"You needn't duck," some one near Frank called. "When you hear the bullet it's past you."

"Forward! Forward!" came the cries.

"Over this way!" a voice shouted in English. "Over this way, battleship boys! They're beating us back!"

It was a cry for help from those being attacked by the rioters.

Ned and Frank found themselves in a division that was being led off to one side for a flank attack. The hearts of both lads were beating violently. It was the first time they had ever been under fire, and for the first time they were about to fire a shot at a human being. It was a strange feeling, but they felt that right was on their side. And they were going to save the lives of fellow citizens who were being attacked by a foreign mob.

"It's just like a football rush!" cried Ned in Frank's ear. He had to shout to be heard above the crack of the rifles.

"Come on! Come on!" yelled back Frank, just as he might have done had he and Ned been carrying the ball down the field.

As yet, though the hum and whine of bullets was almost constant in the air, none of the battleship force had been hit, as far as was known. But suddenly a lad in the ranks behind Frank and Ned gave a convulsive cry and fell to the ground.

"They got me!" he cried. "It's only in the leg, though," he added an instant later. "Go on, boys, and give 'em one for me!"

"Three cheers for Wright!" some one called. And they were heartily given, but the advance did not halt.

On rushed the battleship boys toward the ma.s.s of rioting revolutionists.

They had swung around now, to attack them in the rear and to one side.

"Halt!" came the order from the lieutenant leading the advance. "Ready!

Aim! Fire over their heads!"

He wanted, if possible, to quell the riot without taking life. A volley crashed out, and there came a return fire from the revolutionists.

Several of the men from the _Georgetown_ fell. Something like a shout of anger ran through the ranks.

"Fire low!" yelled the lieutenant. This time there was a different story. Ned and Frank could not see at whom they were shooting, because they were now in some of the water front streets of the capital and the buildings cast shadows. They could see, however, a dark ma.s.s of humanity before them, and at this they and the others fired. A number were seen to fall, and then the tide of battle suddenly turned.

With howls of fear in their foreign tongue the revolutionists turned and fled. They had had enough in one volley from the rifles of the battleship's force. It was an easily won victory-for the time being.

"Come on! After 'em!" yelled Ned, eager for the fray.

"Halt! Hold on! No pursuit! We merely want to stop the riot, and have no wish to inflict punishment," said the lieutenant. "We'll hold the ground here for a time. Now, who are hurt?"

A number had received bullet wounds, it developed, though none was necessarily fatal. Some were incapacitated through wounds in legs or arms, and these were quickly sent to the rear to be transported to the ship for treatment. Sentries were posted, and a little later some of the Americans in whose interests the battleship force had been landed came up. They had guns, and had been fighting against the revolutionists with the friendly citizens. They reported that the revolutionary force had retreated to the hills back of the city.

"Is that where the revolutionists have their headquarters?" asked Frank of one American, who said he owned a large coffee warehouse in front of which the battleship boys were standing.

"Yes, in between those two hills."

"So that's why we fired at them," said Frank in a low voice to Ned. "It was to scare them out."

"Only it didn't; or, rather, it brought them into town," Ned replied.

The American business man, who said his name was Paige Kennedy, stated that he had large interests in Uridio, as had many of his American friends, and that these interests were seriously threatened by the revolutionists.

He opened his coffee warehouse and switched on the lights, inviting the squad of men from the battleship to make the place their headquarters.

This the lieutenant who led the force including Frank and Ned was glad to do. The wounded had been sent to the ship. Off in different parts of the city the sound of firing could be heard, the peculiar crack of the rifles carried by the blue-jackets being easily distinguished. It was evident that not all the squads of fighting revolutionists had been as easily dispersed as had the one our friends encountered.

"But what's it all about-why did they attack the Americans here?" asked Frank of Mr. Kennedy.

"Well, it's quite a political tangle-the whole business," he said. "To explain briefly I will say that there are here two parties, each one trying to get the controlling power. We Americans established ourselves under the present ruling party, and they treated us well. In fact we are making lots of money. I guess it's the money-our money, our factories and warehouses-that the revolutionists are after.

"Of course, we stood up for our rights, naturally, and the citizens'

party, as I call the present ruling one, to distinguish it from the revolutionists, stood by us. We heard talk some time ago that we Americans were to be driven out of this republic, so we appealed to the Washington authorities for help. We are glad to see that it arrived in time.

"There has been fighting before this, but it did not amount to much.

This attack planned for to-night, and of which we had word in time to prepare, in some measure, is the beginning of the effort to drive us out."

"Well, they won't drive you now," said the lieutenant. "Arden-Frank," he said, to distinguish the two brothers, "Arden, find Sergeant Wherry and tell him I want him to take a message for me."

"Yes, sir," answered Frank, saluting. Mr. Kennedy looked up suddenly.

"Excuse me," he said, "but did I hear you call some one Arden?"

"Yes," the lieutenant replied. "I have two brothers in my squad to-night, Frank and Ned Arden," and he indicated them. Frank paused a moment.

"Are you, by any chance, related to a Mr. Philip Arden of Ipswhich, Long Island," went on the coffee man.

"He's our uncle" exclaimed Ned, impulsively. "Do you know him?"

"Well, I should say I do!" was the unexpected answer. "I have been looking after some of his interests down here-that is, I was until he was cheated out of them. What has become of him? I have been wondering why he didn't do something to protect his property, and straighten matters out. Where is he?"