“Thank you,” replied the captain.
“I can say the same, sir,” declared Mr. Willing, “Here, at the last, you have been of service to us, and in view of that, things that have gone before must be overlooked.”
“Thank you, sir.”
The little boat now scraped alongside the Yucatan. Several moments later the three were aboard the big steamship and rushing toward Captain Anderson’s quarters.
Their arrival had been reported before they came aboard, and so they found Captain Anderson alone.
“Glad to see you gentlemen again,” said the captain, shaking hands with Mr. Willing and Colonel Ashton. He looked Captain Von Blusen over coldly. “I shall talk to you later,” he added.
Captain Von Blusen bowed.
“Oh, he is all right, captain,” said Mr. Willing. “He has been of great aid to us in searching for our daughters.”
“So?” Captain Anderson’s stern expression relaxed a trifle. “I am glad to hear it.”
He held out his hand, and the young German grasped it.
“You but did your duty, as you saw it, I suppose,” said Captain Anderson.
“What is the piece of news you have for us, Captain Anderson?” asked Colonel Willing, who had been waiting impatiently for the commander of the Yucatan to broach the subject that had called them aboard.
“Have chairs, gentlemen,” said the captain, ignoring the question.
The others sat down, the older men twisting about uneasily. At last Mr. Willing could stand it no longer.
“Captain,” he cried, jumping to his feet, “if you have any words of our daughters, tell us. Don’t keep us in suspense any longer.”
Captain Anderson gazed at him steadily for a few moments, then arose, and walked to a door in his cabin.
“I have three prisoners here I would like you to see,” he said quietly.
With a sudden movement he threw wide the door, and there stepped forth first Dick, then Shirley, then Mabel.
The two men absolutely ignored Dick, who stepped aside.
With glad cries the others rushed toward each other. Shirley found herself clasped in her father’s arms, and Mabel and her father also clung tight together. Then they stepped back and looked at each other.
“This is my little surprise,” said Captain Anderson with a smile.
CHAPTER XXIX.—“CAPTAIN VON BLUSEN.”
“And when we found you had escaped we didn’t know where to look for you,” said Mr. Willing, in concluding the story of the search.
“We never doubted that we should get away in some manner,” declared Shirley. “We were sure you would find us, but when the chance for escape came we took advantage of it.”
“And where did you get to when you left the consulate?” demanded Colonel Ashton of Dick.
Dick explained.
“And if Captain Anderson had not arrived so opportunely, there is no telling what might have happened,” he declared. “He put the enemy to rout.”
“It wasn’t much of a job,” replied the captain, waving aside Mr. Willing’s thanks. “I just touched two of them with my fists and they went down.”
“I reckon you didn’t touch them very gently, captain,” said Colonel Ashton, with a grim smile.
“Well, perhaps not,” answered Captain Anderson, “but it was no time for half way measures.” He turned to Captain Von Blusen. “And what am I to do with you?” he asked.
“I should be glad if you would take me to San Francisco,” was the reply.
Captain Anderson turned this over in his mind.
“You have made much trouble for me,” he said finally, “and besides, the United States authorities may be looking for you, for all I know. However, I have no such information, and as you seem to have turned over a new leaf, I shall do so.”
“Thank you, captain.”
“I would advise you, however,” continued the captain, “to go ashore at the first American port instead of going to Frisco. The authorities may be on the lookout for you, and I don’t know what they would do with you. Your theft of the Yucatan was nothing short of piracy.”
“I suppose you are right,” returned Captain Von Blusen, “and I shall act upon your advice. What is the first United States port at which you shall touch?”
“San Diego.”
“Then I shall go ashore there.”
“Very well, unless, of course, in the meantime I should receive word to hold you.”
“But you won’t report the captain’s presence here?” exclaimed Shirley hopefully.
“No; I shall say nothing about it unless I am asked.”
“Thank you again, captain,” said the young officer.
He turned on his heel and left the room.
“When shall we get under way again, captain?” asked Colonel Ashton.
“First thing in the morning,” was the reply. “We’ll probably be out of sight of land when you tumble out.”
“We can’t get away from here any too quick to suit me,” declared Shirley.
“No, indeed,” Mabel agreed. “We have had trouble enough to last us for a long time to come. The sooner we get back to civilization the better.”
“And that goes for all of us,” agreed Mr. Willing.
“I’m glad to have you back aboard the Yucatan,” declared Captain Anderson. “To tell the truth, I didn’t expect to see you in Mazatlan. I felt sure you would eventually find the young ladies safe and sound, but I feared I should have to make the rest of the trip without you. I tell you, it made me feel good to run across young Stanley here this afternoon.”
“It didn’t make you feel as good as it did me, captain,” returned Dick significantly.
“Well, perhaps not under the circumstances,” laughed the captain. “The only one of our passengers who will not complete the trip is Mrs. Sebastian.”
“And a good thing for all concerned,” declared Colonel Ashton. “I don’t see how she fooled us so completely, Willing.”
“She did though,” returned Mr. Willing. “I would never have suspected her of having any ulterior motives.”
“You wouldn’t listen to me,” said Dick. “I suspected her from the first. Now I can say ‘I told you so.’”
“We’ll place more confidence in your foresight in the future,” declared the colonel.
“I don’t want to run you away,” said Captain Anderson, “but it’s my belief you had all better turn in. You look fagged out, the whole bunch of you. Sleep is the best remedy.”
“You are right, captain,” declared Shirley. “I feel as though I could go to sleep standing on my feet.”
They bade the captain good-night, thanked him again for his assistance, and made their way to their cabin, where, after some further talk, all turned in.
So completely were they exhausted that it was after eight o’clock the following morning when Shirley, the first to awake, sprang up. She glanced out the window of her stateroom. The sun shone brightly, and from the barely perceptible motion of the steamer she knew they were moving.
She called Mabel, and the girls dressed quickly. Shirley knocked on the next door and aroused the others, and an hour later, after a hearty breakfast, all stood forward on the promenade deck enjoying the fresh morning breeze.
There was not a speck of land in sight and would not be for hours. An hour later Captain Von Blusen joined them and after awhile Captain Anderson stopped to exchange a few words.
It was while the commander of the Yucatan was there that there came a hail from the lookout.
“Smoke to the leeward, sir!”
All glanced in the direction indicated. There, upon the distant horizon, was a faint cloud of smoke. As they gazed it presently took shape, and half an hour later it did not take the second cry of the lookout to tell them the approaching vessel was a battle cruiser of the first class.
“Wonder what this one is?” said Shirley, as the vessel drew nearer.
“I don’t know. It might be German. It has been supposed there were two German vessels in these waters, but we have already encountered one. This may be another.”
“It’s hardly possible, though,” said Mr. Willing. “Captain Von Blusen, to your knowledge, are there any German ships of war in these waters?”
“I can’t answer that question definitely, sir,” he replied. “All I can say is that it is possible.”
“I don’t believe this is a German,” said Dick. “But whatever she is she is coming right toward us.”
It was true. The stranger was shaping a course that would intercept the Yucatan several miles ahead.
“I wonder if she will stop us?” said Mabel.
“Of course,” replied Captain Von Blusen. “The commander will probably come aboard to have a look at the ship’s papers.”
“Will he interfere with you?” asked Mabel.
“Hardly,” was the reply. “In spite of the fact that I am a German, he will not dare to interfere with me aboard a neutral ship.”
“Boom!”
It was the sound of a great gun aboard the cruiser.
“Signal to heave-to,” said Captain Anderson.
He made his way to the bridge, and in response to his command, the Yucatan came to a pause. Then all eagerly waited for the cruiser to show her colors.
“German!” was the audible gasp from the passengers as the red, white and black of the German Empire were unfurled at the masthead.
“I am coming aboard you,” was the message the German commander flashed to Captain Anderson.
A small boat put off from the cruiser and soon bumped alongside the Yucatan. A moment later an officer in a smart uniform came over the side. He made his way at once to where Captain Anderson stood on the bridge.
“Is this the way you meet a German naval officer?” he demanded angrily.
Captain Anderson looked at him in surprise.
“What would you have me do?” he demanded, taking a step forward.
“And when you address me, say sir!” exclaimed the German, who seemed rather young and possessed of much self-importance. “You should have met me as I came over-side.”
“Say sir to you, eh?” exclaimed Captain Anderson. “If you don’t get off my ship in five minutes I’ll throw you over the rail.”
The German officer stepped back, and half drew a revolver. Captain Anderson advanced another step.
But interference came from an unexpected source.
Captain Von Blusen, who had stood close enough to overhear this conversation, suddenly ascended to the bridge. He walked quickly up behind the German officer, and seizing him by the shoulder, swung him around sharply.
“You forget yourself, Lieutenant Von Meyers!” he said angrily. “Get back to your boat!”
The German lieutenant gazed at this newcomer threateningly, then a look of the greatest astonishment passed over his face. He took three quick steps backward.
Captain Von Blusen stood perfectly erect, one hand pointing toward the small boat from which the German lieutenant had just climbed to the deck of the Yucatan. He said no further word.
And while officers and passengers of the Yucatan looked on in amazement, the German lieutenant took two quick steps forward again, fell upon one knee, took Captain Von Blusen’s other hand and touched it with his lips!
Then he arose, saluted, and walked rapidly away.
CHAPTER XXX.—THROUGH THE GOLDEN GATE.
There was an audible gasp from passengers and crew, and the same question was upon every lip:
“Who is he?”
As the German lieutenant reached the side of the ship, Captain Von Blusen spoke again:
“Lieutenant Von Meyers!”
The lieutenant turned about sharply, and came to attention.
“You will wait with the boat. I shall go with you.”
The lieutenant saluted again and stood stiffly erect in his tracks.
Captain Von Blusen turned to Captain Anderson.
“I shall relieve you of the responsibility of my presence immediately, captain,” he said quietly. “I shall go aboard the cruiser.”
Captain Anderson was too much taken by surprise to mutter more than:
“Very well, sir.”
Why he added the “sir” the captain could not have told, but there was something in the bearing of the man that faced him that called it forth involuntarily.
Captain Von Blusen held out his hand, and the commander of the Yucatan grasped it.
“Good luck to you, sir,” said the latter.
“And to you,” returned Captain Von Blusen.
He descended from the bridge, and made his way to where the Willing party stood gazing at him in open-eyed wonder.
The German officer first addressed Mr. Willing and Colonel Ashton.
“I am sorry that I have been the means of putting you to so much trouble,” he said, with a slight bow, “but whatever I did I considered in line with my duty. Please believe that.”
“I have no doubt of it,” replied Mr. Willing.
“Nor I,” agreed Colonel Ashton.
Captain Von Blusen now turned to Dick, and with the slightest of smiles he extended his hand.
“As you and I had a little difficulty,” he said, “I pray you will overlook it.”
Dick grasped the extended hand, as he replied.
“Why, of course. I guess I am a bit hot-headed once in a while.”
“No more than I am,” returned Captain Von Blusen. “It has been my chief fault.”
He pressed Dick’s hand once more, and then turned to the two girls, who had been too stunned by what they had witnessed, to speak.
The captain extended a hand to each in turn and Shirley and Mabel shook hands with him.
“I am pleased to have met you, Miss Ashton,” he said courteously, “and you, Miss Willing, and I regret that I have been the means of causing you unpleasantness. But as I have said to your fathers, what I did was but in the line of duty. Now I must say good-bye, but when the war is over,” he looked at Mabel, “I hope that I shall see you both again.”
He bowed low, and before the girls could reply, he made his way toward the spot where the German lieutenant stood awaiting him. He motioned the latter to precede him over the side, and was just about to follow, when he seemed to think of something.
He walked quickly back across the deck to where Shirley and Mabel stood, and spoke.
“I suppose you all wonder who I am,” he said quietly, “and while I would greatly like to satisfy your curiosity, I fear it is impossible at this time.”
Now Shirley found her tongue.
“You can at least tell us whether you are of royal birth,” she cried.
Again Captain Von Blusen bowed low.
“I cannot say yes, nor can I deny it,” he answered.
“Then your name is not really Captain Von Blusen?”
The captain smiled and bowed, but made no reply.
“Captain,” she said quietly, “for by such name only can we know you now, we should, of course, be honored with your confidence, but if you cannot speak at this time, I for one shall ask you no questions.”
Captain Von Blusen took her hand and bent over it gallantly.
“I thank you, Miss Ashton,” he replied quietly. “Some day I hope to be able to confide in you.”
He bowed to the others, and turning sharply on his heel, made his way to the side of the ship and clambered over the rail.
Now the passengers hurried to the side of the ship, and gazed with something like awe at the boat that made swiftly for the German cruiser.
Captain Anderson did not give the signal to get under way until the cruiser’s launch was being hoisted aboard, when there broke out from the cruiser a salvo of guns.
“A salute!” cried Captain Anderson, raising his voice to make himself heard. “He is some one of importance. Now I wonder——”
He broke off suddenly, as he counted the number of guns and, in his mind, ran over the list of relatives of the German Emperor. Then his clouded brow cleared, and he smiled.
“If he wishes to keep it a secret, I am not the man to betray it,” he said to himself.
That Captain Anderson knew who “Captain Von Blusen” really was there could be no doubt, but the commander of the Yucatan kept his promise to himself and confided to no one, in spite of the questions that were poured on him later.
Now Captain Anderson gave the signal to get under way, and the Yucatan slowly gathered headway. The German cruiser remained stationary as the Yucatan approached, and the big steamship passed her less than a quarter of a mile away.
There, on the bridge of the cruiser, with the commander of the vessel and his officers standing at attention, stood “Captain Von Blusen.” The passengers waved their hands at him, and he, in return, lifted his cap and made a low bow.
Then the passengers aboard the Yucatan saw him turn to the man they could make out was the commander of the cruiser and give a sharp command. The latter repeated it to one of his officers, and a moment later a second salvo broke out from the cruiser. At the same time the German flag at the masthead was dipped in salute.
“That,” said Captain Anderson calmly, “is a fine token of respect. Too bad we haven’t the guns with which to return it.”
He gave an order, however, and the American ensign at the masthead of the Yucatan returned the salute.
These courtesies having been exchanged, all became bustle and hurry aboard the German cruiser, as the passengers on the Yucatan could see. Men dashed hurriedly hither and thither, and a moment later the cruiser swung slowly about and headed due south.
“And that is the last we shall see of Captain Von Blusen,” declared Shirley. “I wonder who he is.”
“I haven’t any idea,” returned Mabel slowly, “but there can be no question that he is of high rank.”
“No, there can be no question about that,” agreed Mr. Willing, who had overheard this conversation. “I should say that he is a member of the Imperial German family.”
“Then what is he doing in the United States?”
“I have learned a couple of Mexican words,” replied Mr. Willing. “Quien sabe?” (Who knows.)
“But he said we should hear from him when the war is over,” declared Mabel.
“Yes,” said Shirley, “he said ‘we’ but he meant you.”
Mabel’s face turned a trifle red.
“What do you mean?” she asked in some confusion.
Shirley laughed.
“I guess you know what I mean, all right,” she made reply. “Do you remember saying something like that to me once?”
“But I had reason to,” protested Mabel. “It was so plain in Dick’s case.”
“No more so than in Captain Von Blusen’s case,” declared Shirley.
“I don’t see——”
“Oh, yes you do. You mean you just won’t admit it. Well, you don’t have to. Why, what makes your face so red, Mabel?”
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” declared Mabel, and turning about quickly, she rushed to her cabin, leaving Shirley laughing to herself.
The steamship Yucatan was forging ahead at full speed now, and was rapidly lessening the distance to the first California port—San Diego.
“Dad,” said Shirley, “isn’t there a second fair at San Diego?”
“Yes,” replied her father, “why?”
“Well then, why can’t we stop off there for a day or two and go on to San Francisco by rail?”
“We can if you wish it,” replied Mr. Willing.
“Then let’s do, Dad.”
“All right.”
And so it was arranged. Shirley went below where she and Mabel immediately began gathering their things together so that they would be ready to leave the boat the moment it docked at San Diego.
There was no question that the girls had become great favorites with all the passengers. Many pressed them to continue the trip to San Francisco, Captain Anderson being one of the most anxious to keep them aboard as long as possible.
“I don’t know what I shall do without you,” he told Shirley and Mabel. “We have had lots of excitement on this voyage, more than ever before, and you two girls have been mainly responsible for it. I hope that I shall see you again some time.”
“Why,” said Shirley, “there are many more summers coming, and if we ever decide to make this trip again we shall not ever think of taking any boat but yours.”
“May the time come soon,” said the captain.
The passengers bade them an affectionate good-bye as they left the Yucatan at San Diego, and then they entered a taxi and were driven to a hotel, where they once more made themselves comfortable for a stay ashore.
They spent two days at the San Diego exposition, and then took a train for San Francisco to view, as Shirley expressed it, “the greatest sight they ever expected to see.”
And none of the party was a whit disappointed in the great exposition. In fact, it was far beyond expectations. For two weeks they remained in the California metropolis, spending every minute possible upon the large exposition grounds overlooking the Golden Gate and the broad expanse to the Pacific.
When the time came for them to betake themselves homeward, it was with regret that they realized it would be long before they could again hope to see the beauties of the far-off state of California.
There remains yet one incident to be told.
Two weeks after their return home, Mabel received a registered package postmarked Rome, Italy. Eagerly she ran to her room with it, where she opened it in solitude; nor could she repress a cry of admiration when she drew out a beautifully bejeweled cross, patterned after the Iron Cross of Germany—the Iron Cross with which the German Emperor decorates his troops for bravery.
With it there was a brief note, with the signature “Captain Von Blusen.”
Looking closer at the piece of paper on which the message was written, Mabel perceived a seal of peculiar design. She ran hastily for her dictionary, and turned to the seals of the various nations.
There was a striking similarity between the seal on the paper and the Imperial German seal, as reproduced, in colors, in her big dictionary.
For perhaps half an hour the girl sat silent, musing.
“Can it be possible?” she asked herself at last “I wonder——”
She rushed downstairs to consult Shirley, who at that moment was holding a tete-a-tete with Dick on the sunny front porch.
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THE BOY SCOUTS ON STURGEON ISLAND; or, Marooned Among the Game Fish Poachers.
Through a queer freak of fate, Thad Brewster and his comrades of the Silver Fox Patrol find themselves in somewhat the same predicament that confronted dear old Robinson Crusoe; only it is on the Great Lakes that they are wrecked instead of the salty sea. You will admit that those Cranford scouts are a lively and entertaining bunch of fellows.
THE BOY SCOUTS DOWN IN DIXIE; or, The Strange Secret of Alligator Swamp.
New and startling experiences awaited the tried comrades of camp and trail, when they visit the Southland. But their knowledge of woodcraft enabled them to meet and overcome all difficulties.
THE BOY SCOUTS’ FIRST CAMP FIRE; or, Scouting with the Silver Fox Patrol.
This book is brimming over with thrilling adventure, woods lore and the story of the wonderful experiences that befell the Cranford troop of Boy Scouts when spending a part of their vacation in the wilderness.
THE BOY SCOUTS IN THE BLUE RIDGE; or, Marooned Among the Moonshiners.
Those lads who have read The Boy Scouts’ First Camp Fire will be delighted to read this story. It tells of the strange and mysterious adventures that happened to the Patrol in their trip through the “mountains of the sky” in the Moonshiners’ Paradise of the old Tar Heel State, North Carolina.
THE BOY SCOUTS ON THE TRAIL; or, Scouting through the Big Game Country.
The story recites the many adventures that befell the members of the Silver Fox Patrol with wild animals of the forest trails, as well as the desperate men who had sought a refuge in this lonely country.
THE BOY SCOUTS IN THE MAINE WOODS; or, The New Test for the Silver Fox Patrol
In the rough field of experience the tenderfoots and greenhorns of the Silver Fox Patrol are fast learning to take care of themselves when abroad. Thad and his chums have a wonderful experience when they are employed by the State of Maine to act as Fire Wardens.
THE BOY SCOUTS THROUGH THE BIG TIMBER; or, The Search for the Lost Tenderfoot
A serious calamity threatens the Silver Fox Patrol when on one of their vacation trips to the wonderland of the great Northwest. How apparent disaster is bravely met and overcome by Thad and his friends, forms the main theme of the story, which abounds in plenty of humor, and hairbreadth escapes.
THE BOY SCOUTS IN THE ROCKIES; or, The Secret of The Hidden Silver Mine.
By this time the boys of the Silver Fox Patrol have learned through experience how to rough it upon a long hike. Their tour takes them into the wildest region of the great Rocky Mountains, and here they meet with many strange adventures.
THE BOY SCOUTS AT THE BATTLE OF SARATOGA.
A story of Burgoyne’s defeat in 1777.
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The Boy Chums Series
By WILMER M. ELY
In this series of remarkable stories by Wilmer M. Ely are described the adventures of two boy chums—Charley West and Walter Hazard—in the great swamps of interior Florida and among the cays off the Florida Coast, and through the Bahama Islands. These are real, live boys, and their experiences are well worth following.
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THE BOY CHUMS ON INDIAN RIVER; or, The Boy Partners, of the Schooner “Orphan.”
In this story Charley West and Walter Hazard meet deadly rattlesnakes: have a battle with a wild panther; are attacked by outlaws: their boat is towed by a swordfish; they are shipwrecked by a monster manatee fish, and pass safely through many exciting scenes of danger. This book should be read first.
THE BOY CHUMS ON HAUNTED ISLAND; or, Hunting for Pearls in the Bahama Islands.
This book tells the story of the boy chums’ adventures on the schooner “Eager Quest,” hunting for pearls among the Bahama Islands. Their hairbreadth escapes from the treacherous quicksands and dangerous waterspouts, and their rescue from the wicked wreckers are fully told.
THE BOY CHUMS IN THE FOREST; or, Hunting for Plume Birds in the Florida Everglades.
The story of the boy chums hunting the blue herons and the pink and white egrets for their plumes in the forests of Florida is full of danger and excitement. In this story is fully told how the chums encountered the Indians; their battles with the escaped convicts; their fight with the wild boars and alligators; and many exciting encounters and escapes. This is the third story of the boy chums’ adventures.
THE BOY CHUMS’ PERILOUS CRUISE; or, Searching for Wreckage on the Florida Coast
This story of the boy chums’ adventures on and off the Florida Coast describes many scenes of daring and adventure, in hunting for ships stranded and cargoes washed ashore. The boy chums passed through many exciting scenes, their conflicts with the Cuban wreckers; the loss of their vessel, the “Eager Quest,” they will long remember. This is the fourth book of adventures which the boy chums experienced.
THE BOY CHUMS IN THE GULF OF MEXICO; or, a Dangerous Cruise with the Greek Spongers.
This story of the boy chums hunting for sponges is filled with many adventures. The dangers of gathering sponges are fully described; the chums meet with sharks and alligators; and they are cast away on a desert island. Their rescue and arrival home make a most interesting story. This is the fifth book of adventures of the boy chums.
THE BOY CHUMS CRUISING IN FLORIDA WATERS; or, the Perils and Dangers of the Fishing Fleet.
In this story Charley West and Walter Hazard embark upon a new and dangerous quest for fortune. With their old and tried comrades, Captain Westfield and the little negro, Chris, they join the great army of fishermen that yearly search the Florida seas for the thousands of kinds of rare fish and water creatures that abound there. The Florida waters hide many strange and unknown dangers. The perils the chums encounter from weird fishes and creatures of the sea and the menace of hurricanes and shipwreck, make very interesting and instructive reading. This is the sixth book of adventures of the boy chums.
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