  Shortly after noon of that same day rain squalls came sweeping in upon Black Knob. It whipped the waters into foam and hid the island from all the world. Riding the crest of this storm, three small craft approached the island from the east. One, boasting a small and ragged sail, towed a second. The third was being rowed by six rugged seamen who swung their long oars as men sometimes seem to do in their sleep. It was Betty who first discovered them. She had wandered down to the dock when she saw them looming out of the fog. At first she was frightened, but a second look told her that no invading force would be so poorly equipped so she raced away to the fishing village to tell the news. At once two fishing boats took off. In due time they came in, with the boats in tow. By that time everyone on the island was down by the dock. There were men, women, and children in that boat, seventy-six of them in all, and they were a sorry “Ours was the Mary Sachs,” one seaman explained. “She were a coastwise steamer bound for Baltimore. We had these ladies an’ children with us as passengers.” “It were a sub to be sure,” another took up the story. “They torpedoed us without warning.” “Yes,” a woman broke in shrilly, “and they had an airplane with them. The plane swooped down and machine-gunned our lifeboats. Look at Sally here.” She held up a child whose face was white as a sheet. “Both her legs are broken.” “We had a doctor with us. Thank God for that,” said another woman. “He fixed her up good as he could.” Betty swallowed hard as she put out her hands for the child. Then, with sturdy tread she led the battered and half frozen band to the hotel where a great fire of driftwood roared up the chimney. All that afternoon the WACs and, in truth, every other person on the island, worked with the ship’s doctor making their new-found friends comfortable. Cots and beds were improvised. Every available blanket or quilt was pressed into service. Great kettles of beef, beans, and soup boiled constantly on the hotel’s range. It was only toward night that Betty felt free to creep away to the log cabin for an hour of rest. Just before dark Mr. Sperry, the FBI agent, made a surprise visit to the cabin. Grandfather Norton was there. Betty was wakened by Sperry’s knock on the door, so these three shut themselves in the Norton den. “I came over here looking for a spy,” Sperry announced. “A spy!” Grandfather Norton exclaimed. “We are all loyal people out here.” “You don’t understand,” said Sperry. “He was last seen heading this way in a small motorboat. “It’s that photographer over at Granite Head,” he explained to Betty. “You may know him.” “Oh—oh, yes!” Betty was startled. “He did all our work. I never dreamed—well, yes, there were some queer things about him.” “Queer!” the secret agent exploded. “I’d say so. He’s one of the most dangerous men on foot. We’ve been looking for him. He was a spy in India. Got out just in time to save his neck. He’ll do the same thing here if he can. You haven’t seen a small motorboat?” “No motorboat,” was Mr. Norton’s reply. “Three lifeboats came ashore shortly after noon. They were in a sorry plight. Their ship had been torpedoed by a sub.” “Well, we haven’t got him,” said the gray-haired inventor. “But if we see him, we’ll hold him for you. Never doubt that.” “I’ll have a look about the island.” Sperry was up and away. A half hour later, just as Betty was thinking, “I should be out on the spotter platform right now,” Patsy came crashing through the door. Her face was white, her eyes bulging. “The sub!” she whispered hoarsely. “It’s so close! I saw it! And there was a small boat, yes, and an airplane. There were men, many big men. I think they have come to carry us away.” “This,” Betty thought, as she stood up, with shaking knees, “this is not one of Patsy’s dreams about Gremlins. It’s the real thing.” Thirty seconds later she was racing with Norton and Patsy for the hotel. “They’re invading the island,” Betty exclaimed as they burst into the lounge room of the hotel. “There’s a sub, a boat, an airplane, and many men.” “Where? Where? Where?” came in a chorus. “Where?” Betty turned to Patsy. “The other end of the island,” Grandfather Norton explained in a steady voice. Instantly there was a rush for the door. But Grandfather Norton was there before them. “Steady, boys,” he held up a hand, “you’re not going to a picnic. I don’t know why those men are there, but I do know they are armed. We must organize our party.” “That’s right, sir!” an Army sergeant agreed. He gave an order to his men. They disappeared. Next instant the door opened, silently, and in stepped Sperry. His eyes were wide, his tongue fairly hanging out. “I ran into a hornet’s nest,” he whispered. “I got away just in time!” What he had to say left no room for doubt. A fight was in the making. When the Army squad returned it was with arms loaded. There were rifles, tommy-guns, pistols, and stacks of ammunition. Then after one weapon had been selected for each Black Knob man, the sergeant said, “Take your pick.” Instantly, from every corner, came the men whose boat had been struck. “We’ll kill the rats,” the burly seaman snarled. His right arm was in a sling, but with his left he gripped an automatic. “Somebody find me a cane,” one seaman begged. One man half rose from his cot, whirled about, then fell on the floor. “No! Not you, Tom!” The doctor’s voice was gentle. “You’re too badly broken up.” It was a motley and dangerous crew that at last marched silently out into the night. In the meantime things were happening fast at Harbor Bells. While preparations were being made for the battle Patsy had slipped back to the cabin. There she wakened Millie and Mary, who were to take the midnight watch. With their help she set up the television camera and began telling the exciting news to Beth and Bess. As fast as the words were told off by Patsy’s talking hands, Bess phoned them to Norma at the Sea Tower. Norma got Tom on the phone. “Tom! Oh! Tom!” she stammered with excitement. “The sub is out by Black Knob, and the plane, too. If you could just go out and spot it, the big guns would blow the sub from the sea!” “We’ll go!” said Tom. “You and I!” “Oh, Tom!” “You’ll have to go!” Tom’s voice insisted. “All right, Tom. I’ll meet you at the dock.” She hung up. “Marie!” she commanded. “You keep the switchboard. Rosa, get your coat and come with me.” One minute more and they were joined by Lieutenant Warren, who somehow had learned the news. Then all three raced for the dock. Norma was faster than the others. She arrived in sight of the dock just in time to see a ghostly figure emerge from the shadows, leap at Tom, who was just coming to the dock, and deal a heavy blow with some blunt instrument square on his head. Without a sound, Tom dropped like an empty sack. Norma had seen that white-robed figure before. She had battled with it and won. Not the least afraid, without warning, she landed upon it with a head-on blow that sent it crashing against a wall. It crumpled into a white heap and lay there like a pile of snow. “Wha—what happened?” Lieutenant Warren panted, as she came racing up. In a few, well-chosen words, Norma told her. “It’s terrible!” she groaned. “Tom is out for keeps. Per-perhaps he’s dead. We can’t go!” “We can go!” Rosa insisted stoutly. “I can pilot the plane as well as Tom could!” “What do you think?” Norma turned to the Lieutenant. A Ghostly Figure Leaped at Tom and Dealt a Heavy Blow “I’ll take care of Tom,” she added. “There are fishermen near who will help me.” One minute more and the two girls were rowing rapidly toward the Seagull that was to fly them into new perils. On Black Knob the battle lines were forming. Never had a band of Indians, in the days long since gone, moved more swiftly or silently than the island’s defenders. And they were bent on swift vengeance. Driven on by an irresistible impulse, Betty followed the last man, the one with a crutch. As she glided through the night, one question was uppermost in her mind. Why were those men with sub, motorboat, and plane there? The sub had come from the sea, the plane from the sub, and the motorboat from the land. One thing was plain. They had chosen this island as a place of meeting. But why? And how—how had they dared? “They haven’t scouted the island recently,” was her conclusion. “They thought it was occupied only by old men and women. Well, they’ll soon know better. Just one more ridge and we are there!” Her pulse quickened. It was all over in a minute, and over forever for three huddled figures that would never move again. “Enemies,” Betty thought. “Perhaps they helped machine-gun women and children.” Yet, in a way, she was sorry. She flashed her light on the nearest figure. Then she gasped. It was Carl Langer. This time the spy had really been shot. When the men reached the shore the moon was under a cloud again, the sub had vanished, the motorboat heading out to sea, and the airplane thundering somewhere in the sky. Or was it the Seagull they heard out there over the black waters? One thing was sure—it was there. At the controls sat Rosa. Norma was casting her light about in search of the sub. “We’ll find the sub if we can,” she had phoned to the major over at the fort. “When I hold the light on one spot, you’ll know we’ve found it.” “We’ll be waiting and watching,” had been his And so now they circled slowly back and forth. Only one question troubled her, and that was, “Is that enemy plane still in the air?” “If that plane is armed and they attack us?” she said to Rosa. “We will climb too fast for them,” was the calm reply. And then Norma’s light fell upon something, a white spot. Not the sub. She was disappointed. Then her heart leaped. Off to the right was a long, dark bulk. “The sub,” she said aloud. “And that’s the motorboat. They are coming together.” With all the skill she possessed she held her wide spot of light on the sub. Slowly, surely, the sub and the motorboat moved closer together. Breathlessly she awaited the roar from the shore. “The major can’t fail us,” she clenched her teeth. “He must not!” They were losing altitude and coming closer to the sub. Suddenly they were surrounded by balls of smoke and flame. “Pom-poms!” she screamed to Rosa. “The sub is firing at us!” The plane gave a sudden lift and shuddered. “We are hit.” But still they glided on. Then came the distant roar. The first shot from the fort was quickly followed by another. Both shells burst almost beneath them, giving them a lift they would not soon forget. The shells, Norma saw, must have found their mark for, when she played her light on the water she found only tiny bits of something. The sub and motorboat had vanished. “Quick, Rosa!” she cried. “Head for the shore.” “We will go to shore,” was the slow reply. “Perhaps we shall go, but not quick. The Seagull, she is hit. She may die.” Norma came to realize this more and more as the gallant plane sank slowly toward the sea. They were in close to land when, with a suddenness that was startling, the seaplane’s motor stopped and then they plunged into the sea. Norma hit the water hard. She sank. She rose. She sank again and then, as she rose, she began to swim. “I’m not hurt,” she told herself. “The water is terribly cold, but I can keep up for a time.” Her time was about up. Her body was numb with cold, her breath was coming in gasps when she became conscious of someone near her. Then a voice said, “Put your hand on my shoulder. I’ll take you in.” “Rosa?” she panted. “I can’t do that, you’ll “Not Rosa,” said the voice. “I am Lena. Believe me, I am fresh and strong. Put your hand on my shoulder.” “Lena!” she thought. “Why is she here? She is always where danger is.” At that she surrendered herself to the other’s superb strength. They had gone so for some time, when a skiff pulled in close to them. One man held a lantern. Another put out two hands to pull her in. It was the major from the fort. Several hours later she awoke from a long sleep to find Lieutenant Warren sitting by her side. “Everything is all right,” the Lieutenant smiled. “More than all right. You got the sub and the motorboat, everyone on it. The sub was bringing spies to America. In their haste they left their traveling bags on the island. They were packed with American clothes, faked passports, everything. Then they had plans, maps, all they needed for destroying factories and shipyards. “I think,” she added, “that they meant to take Carl Langer back with them on the sub.” “But they didn’t,” Norma whispered. “Lena has confessed,” Lieutenant Warren added. “Con-confessed? Lena?” Norma’s heart sank. “She was part of the spy ring, a very small part, and against her will. Her uncle drove her to it by “I’m glad,” Norma murmured. “And Rosa?” she asked after a moment’s reflection. “Oh! Rosa? She’s a dear. Loyal all the way through.” “I know. But she was in the plane with me!” “Oh—yes, of course! She wasn’t thrown from the plane. “We found her paddling about on a rubber raft, still searching for you.” “Good old Rosa,” Norma murmured. “So I was partly right and partly wrong about all this spy business?” “Yes. It is often like that.” “How’s Tom?” Norma sat up suddenly. “Tom’s all right,” was the reply. “He came round almost at once. And was he mad when he knew you were gone!” “Then he wasn’t really injured?” “She couldn’t hit him very hard.” “She?” “Yes, the Spanish hairdresser. You guessed right there again. She turned out to be a professional spy, the lowest creature on earth. Sperry knew her the moment his eyes fell on her. She’s through spying for good and all.” “Someone took my camera twice,” said Norma. “No. I’m sorry to tell you, but that was Lena. The pictures she took, however, were of no consequence.” “And the enemy plane from the sub?” Norma suggested as she settled back on her pillow. “It was shot from the air by one of our fighter planes.” “Looks as if we have been in on something really big and carried it off,” Norma murmured sleepily. “There will be promotions all round,” was the happy reply. “Very soon you will be wearing bars on your shoulders.” “Oh! And Major Fairchild is to pin them on,” Norma exclaimed. “That will be one big day!” “They’re sending WACs to Africa now,” Rita Warren said after a time. “Shall we be sent there?” “I don’t know. Would you like to go?” “I’m too tired to think about it.” At that Norma turned over and was soon fast asleep. 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