Black Caesar's Clan Part 28
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The spectacle was incredibly beautiful, but still more awesome and terrifying. The crackle and snap of burning wood broke forth on the night air like the purr of fifty machine guns.
But Gavin Brice had not waited to gaze on what was perhaps the most marvelous display of pyrotechnics ever beheld on the Florida coast. At first touch of flame to the first festoon of moss, he had taken to his heels.
Claire Standish gazed in unbelieving horror at the seemingly panic flight of the man who had so strangely dominated her life and her brother's, during these past few hours. He had faced death at Rodney Hade's pistol, he had been lazily calm at the possibility of a rush from the Caesars. He had shown himself fearless, amusedly contemptuous of danger. Yet here he was fleeing for his very life and leaving the Standishes at the mercy of the merciless!
More,--unless she had deceived herself, grossly, Claire had seen in his eyes the lovelight that all his a.s.sumption of indifference had not been able to quench. She had surprised it there, not once but a score of times. And it had thrilled her, unaccountably. Yet, in spite of that, he was deserting her in her moment of direst peril!
Then, through her soul surged the gloriously, divinely, illogical Faith that is the G.o.d-given heritage of the woman who loves. And all at once she knew this man had not deserted her, that right blithely he would lay down his life for her.
That, somehow or other, he had acted for her good. And a feeling of calm exultation filled her.
Hade stood in the doorway, barking sharp commands to several of his men, calling to them by name. And at each call, they obeyed, like dogs at their master's bidding. They dashed off the veranda, in varying directions, at a lurching run, in belated pursuit of the fleeing Brice.
Then, for the first time, Hade faced about and confronted the unflinching girl and Standish who had lumbered dazedly out of the library and who stood blinking at Claire's side.
Lifting his yachting cap, with exaggerated courtesy, Hade bowed to them. The eternal smile on his face was intensified, as he glanced from one to the other of the pair.
"Well," he said, and his black eyes strayed as if by accident to Claire's face, "our heroic friend seems to have cracked under the strain, eh? Cut and ran, like a rabbit. Frankly, my dear Milo, you'd do better to put your reliance on me. A man who will run away,--with a woman looking on, too--and leaving you both in the lurch, after promising to--"
There was a clatter on the veranda, and Roke's enormous bulk shouldered its way through what was left of the group of sailors, his roustabout costume at ugly variance with their neat attire.
"Did you find him?" demanded Hade, turning at the sound.
"No!" panted Roke, in keen excitement. "But we'd better clear out, Boss! All Dade County's liable to be here in another five minutes. The old Ghost Tree's on fire. Listen! You can hear--"
He finished his staccato speech by lifting his hand for silence. And, in the instant's hush could be heard the distant roar of a million flames.
"He didn't desert us!" cried the girl, in ecstatic triumph.
"I knew he didn't! I knew it! He--"
But Hade did not stop to hear her. At a bound he reached the veranda and was on the lawn below, running around the side of the house with his men trailing at his heels.
Out in the open, he halted, staring aghast at the column of fire that soared heavenward and filled the night with lurid brightness. Back to him, one by one, came the four sailors he had sent in pursuit of Gavin. And, for a s.p.a.ce, all stood gazing in silence at the awesome spectacle.
Roke broke the spell by tugging at Hade's coat, and urging eagerly:
"Best get out, at the double-quick, Boss! This blaze is due to bring folks a-runnin', an'--!"
"Well?" inquired Hade, impatiently. "What then? They'll find us looking at a burning tree. Is there any law against that?
I brought you and the crew ash.o.r.e, to-night, to help s.h.i.+ft some heavy furniture that came from up North last week. On the way, we saw this tree and stopped to look at it. Where's the crime in that? You talk like a--"
"But if the Standishes blab--"
"They won't. That Secret Service sneak has bolted. Without him to put backbone in them, they'll eat out of my hand.
Don't worry. They--"
"Here comes some of the folks, now," muttered Roke, as running figures began to appear from three sides. "We'd be safer to--"
His warning ended in a gurgle of dismay.
From three points the twenty-five or thirty new arrivals continued to run forward. But, at a word from some one in front of them, they changed their direction, and wheeled in triple column, almost with the precision of soldiers.
The s.h.i.+ft of direction brought them converging, not upon the tree, but upon the group of sailors that stood around Hade.
It was this odd change of course which had stricken Roke dumb.
And now he saw these oncomers were not farmhands or white-clad neighbors, and that there were no women among them. They were men in dark clothes, they were stalwart of build and determined of aspect.. There was a certain confident teamwork and air of professionalism about them that did not please Roke at all. Again, he caught at his master's arm. But he was too late.
Out of nothingness, apparently, darted a small figure, directly behind the unsuspecting Hade. It was as though he had risen from the earth itself.
With lightning swiftness, he attached himself to Rodney's throat and right arm, from behind. Hade gave a convulsive start, and, with his free hand reached back for his pistol.
At the same time Roke seized the dwarfish stranger.
Then, two things happened, at once.
Roke wallowed backward, faint with pain and with one leg numb to the thigh, from an adroit smiting of his instep. The little a.s.sailant's heel had come down with trained force on this nerve center. And, for the moment, Roke was not only in agony but powerless.
The second thing to happen was a deft twist from the imprisoning arm that was wrapped around Hade's throat from behind. At the pressure, Rodney's groping hand fell away from his pistol pocket, and he himself toppled, powerless, toward the ground, the skilled wrench of the carotid artery and the nerves at the side of the throat paralyzing him with pain.
Roke, rolling impotently on the earth, saw the little fellow swing Hade easily over his shoulder and start for the house.
At the same time, he noted through his semi-delirium of agony that the stalwart men had borne down upon the knot of gaping sailors, and, at pistol-muzzle, had disarmed and handcuffed them.
It was all over in less than, fifteen seconds. But not before Roke's beach combing wits could come to the aid of his tortured body. Doubling himself into a muscular ball, he rolled swiftly under the shadow of a sprawling magnolia sapling, crouching among the vine roots which surround it.
There, un.o.bserved, he lay, hugging the dark ground as scientifically as any Seminole, and moving not an eyelash.
From that point of vantage, he saw the dark-clothed men line up their sullen prisoners and march them off to the road, where, a furlong below, the fire revealed the dim outlines of several motor cars. Other men, at the direction of the same leader who had commanded the advance, trooped toward the house. And, as this leader pa.s.sed near the magnolia, Roke knew him for Gavin Brice.
From the edge of the veranda, Claire and Standish had witnessed the odd drama. Wordless, stricken dumb with amazement, they gazed upon the fire-illumined scene. Then, toiling across the gra.s.s toward them came the little man who had overcome Rodney Hade. On his shoulders, as unconcernedly as if he were bearing a light sack, he carried the inert body of his victim. Straight past the staring brother and sister he went, and around the house to the front steps.
Milo started to follow. But Claire pointed toward a clump of men who were coming along not far behind the little burden-bearer.
At their head, hurried some one whose figure was silhouetted against the waning tree-glare. And both the watchers recognized him.
Nearing the veranda, Brice spoke a few words to the men with him. They scattered, surrounding the house. Gavin came on alone. Seeing the man and girl above him, he put his hands up to the rail and vaulted lightly over it, landing on the floor beside them.
"Come!" he said, briefly, leading the way around the porch to the front door.
They followed, reaching the hallway just in time to see the little man deposit his burden on the couch. And both of them cried-out in astonishment. For the stripling who had reduced Rodney Hade to numb paralysis was Sato, their own recreant j.a.panese butler.
At sight of them, he straightened himself up from the couch and bowed. Then, in flawless English,--far different from the pigeon-talk he had always used for their benefit,--he said respectfully, to Gavin:
"I brought him here, as you said, sir. He's coming around, all right. After the pressure is off the carotid, numbness doesn't last more than two minutes."
"Sato!" gasped Claire, unbelieving, while Milo gurgled, wordless. The erstwhile butler turned back to the slowly recovering Hade. Brice laughed at their cra.s.s astonishment.
"This is one of the best men in the Service," he explained.
"It was he who took a job under Hade and who got hold of that raised check. Hade pa.s.sed him on to you, to spy for him.
He--"
"But," blithered Standish, "I saw him tackle Hade, before all the crew. He was playing with death. Yet, when you tackled him, this evening, he was scared helpless."
"He was 'scared' into coming into the room and asking in j.a.panese for my orders," rejoined Brice. "I gave the orders, when you thought I was airing my j.a.p knowledge by bawling him out. I told him to collect the men we'd posted, to phone for others, and to watch for the signal of the burning tree. If the Caesars weren't going to attack in force, I saw no need in filling the house with Secret Service agents. But if they should attack, I knew I could slip out, as far as that tree, without their catching me. When Hade's tea-party arrived, instead, I gave the signal. It was Sato who got my message across to the key, this morning, too. As for my pitching him out of here, this evening,--well, it was he who taught me all I know of jiu-jutsu. He used to be champion of Nagasaki. If he'd chosen to resist, he could have broken my neck in five seconds. Sato is a wonder at the game."
Black Caesar's Clan Part 28
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