063-The Mummy Case by Franklin W. Dixon

Author:Franklin W. Dixon [Dixon, Franklin W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-08-07T15:12:03+00:00

Chapter 11

Wet Guns

"The gang escaped with the weapons!" Palos said grimly. "We'll have to resume the search."

"Why not go to the Beacon, Colonel?" Joe asked. "Even if we don't find the rebels there, they may have left a clue."

Palos nodded. "You may be right. It's worth a try."

They drove to the lighthouse, but found only some clothes left behind in the gang's hurried departure. Secret Service agents combed through their belongings, but came up with nothing.

"No luck," Palos said in disgust. "We might as well head back for Loma."

The colonel dropped Mr. Hardy and the boys at the American Embassy, where they reported to Mr. Compton and told him about their futile search. "We're back where we started," Fenton Hardy admitted.

"Where do we go from here?" the ambassador asked anxiously. "We have to find the gang and the arms before they seize the government!"

An idea struck Frank. "We know the weapons came to Rubassa by way of Milbin Island. Suppose Joe and I go over there tomorrow and see if we can pick up the trail?"

The two men looked at one another, then nodded. "Be careful," Mr. Hardy warned. "You can enter Milbin with your United States passports. However, a dictator runs the island and you'll be kept under surveillance by his secret police."

"Understood," Joe said. "We won't tangle with those guys."

Dusk was falling. The Hardys had dinner and spent the night at the embassy. Early next morning after a quick breakfast, Frank and Joe went to the Rubassa marina. Renting a sleek powerboat, they chugged out into the harbor, passed between two tall rocks standing like sentinels at its mouth, and reached the open sea.

Frank was at the controls while his brother pored over a map spread out on the bow.

"If we turn south," Joe announced, "and go along the Rubassa coast for five miles, we'll reach a point where it's a short run across the water to Cedura, the capital of Milbin. I suggest we take that route."

Frank nodded. Then he laughed. "You know, I feel a lot better as a pilot than I did as a plumber."

Joe made a face. "You're right. We were closer to drowning in Reggie's kitchen than we are out here!"

They putt-putted along the coast, noticing that huge rocks were a hazard in the shallow water.

"If we hit one of those," Frank said as he skillfully maneuvered around them, "we'll go straight to the bottom."

Suddenly they spotted another powerboat ahead. It moved away from the shore and sailed between the rocks toward the open sea.

"Look out," Joe cautioned. "They're cutting straight across our bow. We're on a collision course!"

"Don't worry," Frank responded. "They don't seem to be watching, but I am. We won't hit them. Say, somebody's moved to the stem and is looking at us!"

The figure was holding fast to the flagpole and stared at the Hardys who were coming up rapidly. Both parties recognized each other at the same time.

"Well, if it isn't Norma Jones!" Frank cried out in amazement.

"It's the Hardys!" Norma exclaimed.

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