Motor Matt Makes Good; or, Another Victory For the Motor Boys by Stanley R. Matthews
CHAPTER XIII.
PLUCK THAT WINS.
By the time that the _Grampus_ got around the point and was plungingonward, with "a bone in her teeth," straight for the _Pom_, Matt hadrecovered his breath and was ready to play his part in the rest of thework.
"Make a circle around the stern of the _Pom_, Glennie," said Matt,peering shoreward to see if there were any signs of the Japs comingdown the south side of the ridge. "That will give Dick a chance to jumpto the deck of the other craft."
"I'll do it, Matt," replied Glennie.
"Give me the rifle, Dick," went on Matt, "and you lay hold of the endof the rope Carl has secured to the ring. As soon as you get on theother boat, make the rope fast."
"Ay, ay, matey!" cried Dick, elation ringing in his voice and his eyesglimmering with excitement. "We'll make a go of this, now that you haveplanned the scheme and done the heft of the work in getting it started."
"There may still be a whole lot of trouble and hard work between usand success. Let's not be too confident. Ah," and Matt pointed towardthe side of the ridge, "there come the Japs. They're running evenfaster than they did when they were after me. We're going to have atight squeak of it, Glennie, to double the stern of the _Pom_, get Dickaboard and pull away with our tow before the Japs get into the water."
"It's their guns I'm thinking of," said Glennie. "If they happen topick me out of the conning tower, or to knock Dick off the deck of the_Pom_, the fat would all be in the fire."
"They'll not do either of those things, matey," averred Dickconfidently. "It's our innings, now, and we're bound to score."
The _Grampus_ raced on, and down the slope rushed the Japs in a franticendeavor to reach the water and gain the _Pom_ before the venturesomemotor boys could carry out their plans.
No shots were fired by the Japs. This seemed strange, since awell-placed bullet would have meant so much to them.
"What's the reason they're not tuning up, matey?" asked Dick.
"Dey hafen't got der time for dot," chuckled Carl. "Dey're in too moochoof of a hurry, py shinks."
"They could put a couple of bullets where they would play hob with us,"went on Dick, "and they must know it."
"They do know it," said Matt. "There are four of the Japs, and only twoguns. I rather surmise that they have used up all the ammunition in themagazines of the rifles, and that their reserve supply is on the _Pom_."
Just at that moment Glennie swerved the _Grampus_ to pass between thestern of the _Pom_ and the shore.
"Ready, Dick!" warned Matt.
"Right-o," answered Dick, seizing one end of the cable and balancinghimself on the port side of the _Grampus_. "Swing her as close as youcan, Glennie," he added to the ensign.
Supporting himself by clinging to a wire guy with one hand, Dickwaited. Glennie signaled the engine room for slower speed, and the_Grampus_ rounded neatly and pushed her nose past the tower of theother boat.
"There you are, Dick!" cried Matt.
The next instant Dick had leaped across the intervening stretch ofwater and had landed on the flat deck of the _Pom_.
Before his feet had struck the deck, however, Matt saw a Jap's head andshoulders push upward through the _Pom's_ hatch. If there had been timeto feel anything so useless as surprise, Matt would certainly have beentaken all aback.
Captain Pons had said that only five Japs had comprised the crew whichhad palmed themselves off as Chilians. One of these five had been leftin Lota, a prisoner. According to Matt's reckoning, that left only fourof the yellow men in charge of the _Pom_. Where, then, did this extraJap come in?
Matt did not pause to let this drift through his mind. Making a shortrun across the _Grampus_, he flung himself after Dick, reaching theflat deck of the other submarine and only saving himself a fall overthe opposite side of the craft by dropping to his knees.
Hardly had he landed when a pair of heavy feet clanged down behind himand a form collided roughly with his back. Once more Matt came withina hair's breadth of dropping off the port side of the _Pom_.
"Py shinks," puffed a choppy voice, "you don'd vas going to leaf mepehindt! Dere iss more Chaps on dis poat as we knowed aboudt, und----"
Carl's sentence was never finished. The Jap Matt had seen in the openhatch had gained the deck and had rushed at Carl like a whirlwind.Another showed himself, following close upon the heels of the first.
"Make the rope fast, Dick!" roared Matt. "Carl and I will look afterthese fellows."
Dick went down on his knees and began securing the rope. It wasnecessary to make it fast before the slack was all taken up, otherwisethe tow line would have been jerked out of Dick's hands and the workwould have had to be done all over again.
Matt caught the second Jap about the waist as he crawled through thehatch. There was a brief struggle, and it ended by Matt heaving theJap over the side and into the water. The other Jap had performed alike service for Carl, and the Dutch boy, blowing like a porpoise, wasfloating around in the bay, trying to get hold of something and pullhimself back on the deck.
The Jap started at once for Matt. Before he reached him, Dick, who hadmade fast the line, rushed him from the rear and literally bore him offthe boat. He dropped into the water alongside his comrade.
"Help Carl aboard, Dick!" called Matt.
Dick bent over and gave Carl a hand. Just at that moment the boatleaped forward under the sudden pull of the _Grampus_.
But here, just as victory was all but ranged on the side of the motorboys, the unexpected happened.
Perhaps Glennie was to blame. It would have been better if he hadslowed the _Grampus_ down almost to a stop and then picked up thestrain on the tow line with a steady pull.
It was useless, however, to find fault with anybody. The thinghappened, and that was all there was to it.
The tow line snapped. One end of it jerked back and caught Matt atremendous blow on the temple, and he dropped as though from the impactof a heavy fist.
A howl of consternation broke from Carl.
"Id's all oop mit us!" he shouted. "Der rope iss pusted in der mittle,Matt is down, und der Chaps iss all aroundt us!"
Carl's quick eyes had sized up the situation correctly. The four Japswho had crossed the ridge from the other cove had reached the water andwere swimming to the _Pom_. The two who had been forced overboard byMatt and his chums were paddling about and making frantic efforts toregain the deck.
Dick had not much time to think of what they should do. With Matt down,could he and Carl successfully beat off the six yellow men?
Dick flung a despairing glance after the _Grampus_. Glennie, wild withanxiety over the outcome of what seemed a certain _fiasco_, was ringingall kinds of signals in the motor room, and, for once in his life,seemed completely "rattled" and at a loss as to what move he shouldmake.
At that moment an idea darted into Dick's brain.
"Keep away, Glennie!" Dick yelled, waving his hands. "Sheer off to agood distance, and wait! Carl," and he whirled on the Dutch boy withfierce determination, "we'll take Matt below. We can close ourselvesinside the steel shell and the Japs won't be able to get at us."
"Meppy dere's more Chaps in der poat!" demurred Carl.
"No!" thundered Dick. "Do you suppose they'd stay below while thisscrimmage was going on over their heads? Down the hatch with you, andtake Matt as I lower him!"
Carl saw that there was nothing else for it, and made haste to carryout his orders. The floor was less than five feet under the deck, andCarl was able to stand erect and take Matt in his arms as Dick let himdown. The Japs were gaining the deck from all sides as Dick followed,and the hatch cover was banged shut and made fast just in the nick oftime.
"Ach, du lieber!" muttered Carl, listening to the patter of bare feeton the plates overhead. "Vat a fix iss dis. Der Chaps haf got us, unddey ain'd got us; und ve haf got dem in der same vay. Ve can't gedoudt, und dey can't ged in. Vat's der answer?"
"A little light, first," said Dick coolly. "Don't let the Japs worryyou--there
It took Carl several moments to dig a match out of his blouse. He hadone, just one, and it was a wonder he had even that. No one had any usefor matches aboard the _Grampus_.
Carl drew the match along the steel floor. As the flickering gleam grewstronger, he and Dick took in the dimensions of that part of theirprison.
The floor apparently divided the interior of the steel hull in half,the rounded plates of the hull meeting it on both sides. A bulkhead cutoff the view aft.
"You rub Matt's forehead and hands and see if you can't fetch him to,"said Dick. "I'm going aft to see what's on the other side of thatbulkhead."
"Der match iss gone!" muttered Carl, dropping the charred stick.
"I've located the bulkhead door, so it doesn't much matter," answeredDick.
The opening of the door brought in a little daylight. The door led outunder the conning tower, and the light came through the tower lunettes.
Dick, straightening up, shoved his head and shoulders into the tower.On all sides Jap eyes were glaring in at him.
"Ugh!" he muttered, and dropped down again.