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Updated: May 23, 2025
The night was clear and still, and sounds would carry great distances. The car might even be on the main highway, about five miles away. "Let's get going," Rick said softly. He fumbled for his clothes on the chair at the foot of his bed and dressed quietly. Scotty was doing the same on his own side of the room. They checked flashlights, then started down the stairs.
"If anything happens, I will un-happen him!" exclaimed the giant, brandishing a big club he had beside him. "All right," laughed Tom. "I'm sleepy, and I'm going to bed, but I'll set the automatic camera, and fix it with fuse flashlights, so they will go off if the locks are even touched." This Tom did, fixing up the wizard camera, which I have told you about in the book bearing that title.
Once it was suggested everybody seemed ready for the start, even without the moon, for the path was fairly clear and the men had pocket flashlights, so down in the dark they started, proceeding cautiously and gingerly, and accumulating mental reservations about mountains and mountain climbing until the moon suddenly overtook them and sent a silvering wash of light into the valley at their feet.
I fancy no one does. But we may soon know if you boys can successfully work the cameras and flashlights." "And we'll do our part!" exclaimed Blake. "Tell us where to set the cameras." "We can use that automatic camera, too; can't we?" asked Joe. "Yes, that will be the very thing!" cried Blake.
The steamer rocked on the sea, waiting for an escort through the mine field, lights were sparkling in the distance, and now and then flashlights cut the dark blue of the sky. Great black ships surged by in the gloom, ships with insistent queries as to who we were and whence we came. At last an escort came: we were berthed and lay about waiting for the dawn.
Waiting until it was dark enough for their purpose and taking with them electric flashlights to use in case they got into a hut or some such place where they could not see to search for their films, and having blackened their hands and faces and seen that their weapons were in order, they sallied forth from the home of the humble French couple, many good wishes going with them.
In his sleep he dreamed of the V.C., dreams he was too modest to put into thoughts in waking hours. Then they reached the Mersey. On the last evening of the voyage he and Edith stood on the upper deck. It was a zone of danger. From each side of the narrowing river flashlights skimmed the surface of the water, playing round but never on the darkened ship. Red and green lights blinked signals.
Then one of the men with flashlights gave a cry that sounded to Dick just like the note of a dog that has picked up a lost scent. The lights were playing on the ground just where they had crossed the wall. "Footsteps, Hans!" said the man. "Turned from the wall, too! They have gone in, but have not come out." "How many?" asked the other man, coming up quickly.
A fifteen-minute radio program had just started, and he told the boys that he was going to go into the woods, and that if he wasn't back by the time the program ended they should run down the road to a farmhouse that they had passed and get help. He got out and started directly into the woods, wearing a faded denim billed cap and carrying machete and two flashlights.
"When I got my senses back there was a big feller sitting on me, nearly choking off my wind. He brung out one of them lightning-bug flashlights and turned it full on me, and then shouted like a maniac, 'Why, it's Cap'n Pott! 'That's me, but who in hell be you? I'm telling you just as I said it. He told me his name was Mack McGowan.
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