The House on the Cliff

CHAPTER XVIII

Coast Guard Action

WHILE the Hardy boys had been investigating the smugglers' hide-out and had been captured, together

with their father, Tony and Chet were trying their best to accomplish the errand which Frank and Joe had

given them.

During the early part of their trip back to Bayport to contact the Coast Guard, the Napoli had cut

through the darkness like a streak. Then suddenly Tony exclaimed, "Oh, oh! My starboard light just went

out."

Chet turned to look at the portside. "This light's all right. Must be the bulb in the other one."

"That's what I was afraid of," said Tony. "I'll bet I haven't another bulb."

"You mean, somebody might not see the Napoli and ram us?" Chet asked fearfully.

"We'll have to be careful," Tony replied.

"Chet, take the wheel, will you? I'll see if I can find an extra bulb."

Chet changed places with Tony, throttled the motor, and gazed intently ahead. The moon had not yet

risen and it was difficult to see very far ahead.

"Find anything?" Chet called out, as Tony finished his round of the lockers and was now rummaging in the

last one.

"Not yet." Tony pulled out a canvas bag, a pair of sneakers, and some fishing tackle. As he reached in

for the last article in the locker, he gave a whoop of joy. "Here's one bulb-just one-keep your fingers

crossed, pal. If this isn't any good, we're in a mess."

"And breaking the law besides," Chet added.

He held his breath as Tony went forward and crawled inside the prow of the Napoli. With a flashlight,

Tony found the protecting shield for the bulb and unfastened it. After removing the dead bulb, he

screwed in the new one. As the light flashed on, Tony breathed a sigh of relief and started to crawl out of

the prow.

"Good work!" Chet said. "It's lucky we-"

Chet never finished the sentence. At this instant he saw another speedboat loom up in front of him. Like

lightning he swung the wheel around, missing the oncoming craft by inches!

"You fool!" the driver of the other boat shouted. "Why don't you look where you're going?"

Chet did not reply. He was quivering. Besides, he had stalled the motor, which had been throttled so low

it had not been able to take the terrific swerving. "Oh, now I've done it!" the stout boy wailed.

There was no response from Tony for several seconds. He had been thrown violently against the side of

the boat and was dazed. But he quickly collected his wits and crawled down beside Chet.

"What happened?" he asked.

Chet told him, then said, "You'd better take over. I'm a rotten pilot."

Tony took the seat behind the wheel, started the motor, and sped off toward Barmet Bay.

"We've sure wasted a lot of time," he remarked. "I wonder how Frank and Joe are making out."

"Hope they found Mr. Hardy," Chet added.

There was no more conversation until the boys turned into the bay. The Coast Guard station for the area

was a short distance along the southern shore of the bay and Tony headed the Napoli directly for it. He

pulled up at the dock, where two patrol boats and a cutter were tied.

The two boys climbed out and hurried up to the white building. As they were about to enter it, Chet and

Tony were amazed to find Biff Hooper

and Phil Cohen coming out of it. Jerry Gilroy, another Bayport High friend, was with them.

"Well, for Pete's sake!" the three cried out, and Biff added, "Boy, are we glad to see you! Where are

Frank and Joe?"

"Still hunting for the smugglers," Chet replied. "What brings you here?"

Biff explained that an hour ago Mrs. Hardy had telephoned him to see if he had heard from Frank and

Joe. She confessed to being exceedingly worried about her sons. Mrs. Hardy knew they had gone to

look for their father and she was in a panic that they had been captured by the same men who were

possibly holding her husband.

"I told her I'd round up a couple of the fellows and go on a hunt," Biff went on. "Jerry thought maybe

Frank and Joe had come back to town and were somewhere around. We looked, but we couldn't find

them anywhere, s(r) we borrowed Mr. Gilroy's car and came out here to tell the Coast Guard. They're

going to send out boats. You'd better come in and talk to Chief Warrant Officer Robinson yourself."

The boys hurried inside. Quickly Chet and Tony told of the Hardys' suspicion that they had found the

entrance to the smugglers' hide-out.

"Can you send help out there right away?" Chet asked. "We'll show you where the secret tunnel is."

"This is astounding," said Chief Robinson. "I'll order the Alice out. You can start within five minutes."

"I'll phone Mrs. Hardy right away," Jerry offered. "I'm afraid, though, that the news isn't going to make

her feel too good."

While Jerry was gone, Chet told the chief warrant officer that the Hardys thought they knew the names of

two of the men who were involved in the smuggling racket. Chet revealed the Hardy suspicions about

Snattman being one and Ali Singh the other.

"We think Ali is a crewman on the Marco Polo that's going to dock early tomorrow morning in Bayport,"

Chet continued. "Frank and Joe got a tip that makes them think this is the deal: While the ship is offshore,

Ali Singh pitches stolen drugs overboard and one of the smugglers picks the package up in a

speedboat."

Robinson raised his eyebrows. "Those Hardy boys certainly take after their father," he remarked. "They

have the makings of good detectives."

Biff told the Coast Guard officer of the boys' adventure at the haunted house on their first visit to the

Pollitt place. "Frank and Joe are sure there is some connection between the house and the smugglers."

"And they are probably right," the chief remarked. "I'll call the State Police at once and tell them the latest

developments in this case."

The boys waited while he made the report. Jerry, who had just finished telephoning Mrs. Hardy, said that

she seemed even more worried than before but relieved that the Coast Guard was going to take a hand.

The chief warrant officer then told the boys he would get in touch with the captain of the Marco Polo at

once by ship-to-shore telephone. The connection was made and the boys listened with great interest to

the conversation. The captain had a booming voice which they could hear plainly.

"Yes, I have a sailor named AH Singh," he replied in answer to Chief Robinson's question. "He's a

member of the kitchen crew."

After he had been told that Ali Singh was suspected of stealing drug shipments and dropping them

overboard to a confederate, he said, "That would be pretty easy for him to do. Singh probably throws

them out when he dumps garbage into the water, even though he's not supposed to do it. The drugs

could be in an inflated waterproof bag."

"Captain, will you have someone keep an eye on this Ali Singh without his knowing he's being watched?"

Chief Robinson requested. "I'll send a patrol boat out from here to watch for any of his gang who may be

in a small boat waiting to pick up something he dumps overboard. How far offshore are you?"

"About sixteen miles from your headquarters," was the answer.

"Will you keep in touch with the patrol boat?" Robinson requested. "It's the Henley, in charge of Chief

Petty Officer Brown."

"I'll do that."

"Ali Singh can be arrested when your ship docks."

As the conversation was concluded, a uniformed coastguardman came in. He was introduced as Chief

Petty Officer Bertram in charge of the Alice, which would follow Tony and Chet to the smugglers'

hide-out.

"I'm ready, sir," he told his chief, after a short briefing. He turned to the boys. "All set?"

Chet and Tony nodded. As they turned to follow Bertram, Biff, Phil, and Jerry looked glum.

Noting the expressions on the three boys, Chief Robinson leaned across his desk and said, "I guess you

fellows were hoping to be in on this too. How would you like to go on the Henley with Chief Petty

Officer Brown and watch the fun?"

The eyes of the three boys lighted up and Phil said, "You mean it?"

"Do you want a formal invitation?" Chief Robinson asked with a laugh.

He rang for Chief Petty Officer Brown, and after introducing the boys, he explained what the mission of

the Henley was to be.

"I understand, sir," Brown replied. "We'll leave at once."

The three boys followed him down to the dock and went aboard. They met the other Coast Guard men

and the fast patrol boat set off. It seemed to the boys as if the sixteen miles were covered in an incredibly

short time. The lights of the Marco Polo loomed up in the distance.

"She's moving very slowly, isn't she?" Biff asked their skipper.

"Yes, she's making only about four knots."

"So it would be easy for a small boat to come alongside and take something from her?" Phil suggested.

"Yes, it would." Quickly the officer picked up a telescope and trained it on the large craft. "The galley

hatches are on the left and the tide is coming in," he reported. "Anything thrown overboard will float

toward shore."

He ordered the wheelsman to go past the Marco Polo, come down the other side, and approach within

three hundred yards, then turn off the engine and lights.

When they reached the designated spot, Petty Officer Brown ordered everyone on board the Henley not

to talk or to move around. The Marco Polo's decks, as well as the water some distance from the craft,

was illuminated by light from some of the stateroom portholes. Biff, Phil, and Jerry crowded close to the

chief as he trained his powerful binoculars on the galley hatches, so he could give them a running account

of anything that might happen. The officer reported little activity aboard the Marco Polo and the boys

assumed that the passengers either were asleep or packing their luggage in anticipation of landing the next

morning.

Suddenly Petty Officer Brown saw one of the hatches open. A small man, with a swarthy complexion

and rather longish coal-black hair, appeared in the circular opening. He looked out, then raised a large

pail and dumped its contents into the water. Quickly he closed the hatch.

"Ali Singh!" the three boys thought as Brown reported what he had seen.

They watched excitedly to see what would happen now.

Suddenly Biff grabbed Phil's arm and pointed. Vaguely they could see a long pole with a scooping net

fastened to the end of it appear from outside the circle of light and fish among the debris. Petty Officer

Brown reported that apparently the person holding the pole had found what he wanted, for he scooped

something up and the pole vanished from sight.

The boys strained their ears for the sound of a small boat. It did not come and they were puzzled. They

also wondered why Petty Officer Brown seemed to be doing nothing about trying to apprehend the

person.

The tense skipper suddenly handed the binoculars to Phil. Without a word the puzzled boy looked

through them at the spot where Brown had been gazing. To his amazement he could make out the dim

shape of a speedboat with two figures in it. Each held an oar and was rowing the small boat away from

the Marco Polo as fast as possible.

"We've got the smugglers dead to rights!" Petty Officer Brown whispered to the boys.

"Aren't you going to arrest them?" Phil asked.

"Not yet," the officer told him. "I'm afraid we can't do it without some shooting. I don't want to scare the

passengers on the Marco Polo. We'll wait a few minutes."

Suddenly the engine of the smugglers' speedboat was started. Tersely, Brown began issuing orders to his

men. The motors roared into action.

The chase was on!