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  CHAPTER XVII HOT WATER AND A GHOST

  It was night. The crowd that had screamed its welcome to the returning OMoo and her crew was gone. A great truck loaded high with Christmas treeshad departed with Marie Neighbor bouncing about on top of it.

  The three girls were in the cabin of the O Moo. This, they were sure, wasto be their last night on board. The lady dean had told Florence that aflat belonging to the university, three rooms, kitchenette and bath, wasat their disposal. The rent seemed terribly high to them, but somewaythey must meet it, since the dean had looked very sternly adown her noseand said, "Of course this sort of thing cannot be gone on with. Theuniversity would be scandalized. Besides, there is no telling what mayhappen to you if you remain here."

  "Of course," Lucile said with a long face as the three of them discussedthe matter, "she says it's a very nice apartment but it can't be half asnice as--"

  "As the O Moo," Florence put in. "Of course not. Nothing ever can be."

  "Oh, well," Marian sighed, "I guess we'll have to do it. But I do thinkthe old O Moo is a dear. I shouldn't like anything better than ramblingthrough a whole summer with her almost anywhere on the Great Lakes."

  Since this was to be their last night they determined to make the most ofit. They had Mark Pence in for hot chocolate and vanilla wafers. Theytold him of their adventures and he spoke modestly of his own.

  "So you see," he said, going back to the very beginning of the story ashe now knew it, "when these Negontisks found out they were going to bedeported they hunted out an unscrupulous Chinaman who transformed theminto people of his own race. That wasn't hard. They were Orientalsanyway. All he had to do was to provide them with black sateen suits andartificial pigtails and the transformation was complete.

  "Then the Chinaman saw a chance to make a lot of easy money. He put themto work in his laundry--virtually made slaves of them. Fixed up that oldscow for them secretly and made them sneak back and forth to work duringthe night.

  "That lasted for a time, then the greedy old Chinaman suddenlydisappeared. Negontisks sacrificed him to the blue god, like as not.Served him right too.

  "But that was where the police took up the trail. The savages knew therewas trouble coming. They thought you were a plant--that you were set hereto spy on them. They'd been betrayed by some woman before, it seems. Whenthey couldn't get rid of you by frightening you, they decided to cut youloose in a storm."

  "And now--" began Florence.

  "Now they've vanished. Not a trace of them has been seen since thatnight."

  "Not a trace?"

  "Not one."

  "Why then," exclaimed Florence leaping to her feet, "I invite you all toa ghost hunt. A ghost hunt for a blue god."

  "Anything for a last nighter," agreed Lucile.

  "For this type of ghost hunt," said Florence, "one needs an ax and twokettles of boiling water."

  "I'll provide the ax," volunteered Mark.

  "And we the boiling water," chimed in Marian and Lucile in unison.

  It was a strange little procession that stole from the shadow of the OMoo a short time later. Florence led the way. She was profoundly silent.Lucile and Marian followed, each with a tea kettle of boiling watercarefully poised at her side. Mark, as a sort of vanguard, brought up therear with his ax. Now and then Mark let forth a low chuckle.

  "Sh!" Marian warned. "You might disturb her serious poise."

  Straight away toward the end of the lagoon Florence led them. Once on thesurface of the lagoon her course was scarcely less certain until she hadreached a point in the center of the broad, glistening surface.

  "Should be right about here," she murmured.

  Snapping on a flashlight she moved slowly backward and forward, studyingthe ice beneath the circle of intense light.

  "Cold place for a ghost," whispered Mark.

  "Ten thousand people have skated over it and cut it down. Can't tell.Maybe it's gone," Florence said under her breath, but still she kept upthe search.

  "Water's getting cooled off in the kettles. Ghost won't mind it at all,"whispered Mark.

  Pausing on tiptoe for a moment, Florence fixed her eyes on a certainspot. Then, bending over, she brushed the ice clear of frost.

  "There!" she announced. "There! That's it."

  "Right here," she pointed, motioning to Mark. "Cut here. No--let me havethe ax. You might go too deep."

  With measured and cautious swings she began hacking a circle in the icesome two and a half feet in circumference.

  Mark's amusement had vanished. Curious as the others, he bent over andwatched in awed silence. Eight inches of solid ice had been chipped upand thrown out when they began noticing its peculiar blueness.

  "Like a frozen tub of blueing," whispered Marian.

  "Sh!" warned Lucile.

  "Now, let's have the water."

  Florence took one of the teakettles and poured the hot water into thehole she had cut.

  As they stood there staring with all their eyes, they thought they madeout the outline of something.

  "Like a dream picture on the movie screen," whispered Marian.

  Lucile pinched her arm.

  "A face," came from Mark.

  Suddenly Lucile gasped, wavered, and all but sank down upon the ice.

  "The face!" she cried in a muffled scream. "The horrible blue face."

  "I thought it might be." Florence's voice was tense with emotion.

  She poured the second kettle of water into the hole.

  The pool of water was blue, but through it there appeared the dimoutlines of an unspeakably ugly face.

  With trembling fingers Florence tested the water. Twice she found it toohot. The third time she plunged in her hand. There followed a sound ofwater being sucked up by some object. The next instant she placed on theice, within the circle of light, a strange affair of blue stone.

  Covering her eyes Lucile sprang back shuddering. "The blue face! Theterrible blue face."

  Marian and Mark stared curiously.

  Florence straightened up. "That," she said with an air of greatsatisfaction, "is the marvelous and much-sought blue god."

  "Oh! Ah!" came from Marian and Mark. Lucile uncovered her eyes to look.

  "Perfectly harmless; merely a blue jade carving. Nevertheless a thing ofsome importance, unless I miss my guess," said Florence. "I suggest thatwe take it to the police station."

  "To-night?" exclaimed Marian.

  "Oh, yes! Right now!" demanded Lucile through chattering teeth. "I couldnever sleep with that thing on board the O Moo."

  Arrived at police headquarters, they asked for their friend, thesergeant. When he came out, his eyes appeared heavy with sleep, but oncethey fell upon the thing of blue jade it seemed that they would pop outof his head.

  "It ain't!" he exclaimed. "It is! No, it can't be."

  Taking it in his hands he turned it over and over, muttering to himself.Then, "Wait a minute," he said. Handing the blue face to Florence, hedashed to the telephone.

  There for a moment he quarreled with an operator, then talked to someonefor an instant.

  "That," he said as he returned, "was your friend, Mr. Cole, from down inthe new museum. He lives near here. He's coming over. He'll tell us forsure. He knows everything. Sit down."

  For ten minutes nothing was heard in the room save the tick-tock of aprodigious clock hung against the wall. From Florence's lap the blue godleered defiance to the world.

  Suddenly a man without hat or collar dashed into the room. It was Cole.

  "Where is it?" he demanded breathlessly.

  "Here." Florence held out the blue face.

  For a full five minutes the great curator studied the face in silence.Turning it over and over, he now and again uttered a little cry ofdelight.

  Florence, as she watched him, thought he could not have been more pleasedhad a long-lost son been returned to him.

  "It is!" he murmured at last. "It is the blue god of the Neg
ontisks."

  "See that!" exclaimed the sergeant, springing to his feet. "I told youhe'd know. And that's the end of that business. The whole gang of 'em wascaught in Sioux City, Iowa, last night, but they didn't have the bluegod. They'll be deported."

  "Will--will you give it back to them now?" faltered Lucile.

  "Give it back?" he roared. "I'd say not! You don't know what crimes havebeen committed in the name of the blue god. No! No! We'll not give itback. If they must have one when they get to where they're going they'llhave to find a new one."

  "Sergeant," said Cole, "I'd like to speak with you, privately."

  "Oh! All right."

  The two adjourned to a corner, where for some time they conversedearnestly. The sergeant might be seen to shake his head emphatically fromtime to time.

  At last they returned to the group.

  "I have been trying," said Cole thoughtfully, "to persuade the sergeantto allow you to sell the blue god to our museum. It is worth considerablemoney merely as a specimen, but he won't hear to it; says it's sort ofcontraband and must be held by the police. I'm sorry. I'm sure you couldhave used the money to good advantage."

  "Oh, that's all right--" The words stuck in Florence's throat.

  "Hold on now! Hold on!" exclaimed the sergeant, growing very red in theface. "I'm not so hard-hearted as I might seem. There's a reward of fivehundred dollars offered for the arrest and conviction--or words to thateffect--of this here blue god. Now you girls have arrested him and beforeMr. Cole he's been convicted. All's left is to make out the claims andI'll do that free gratis and for nothing."

  "Five hun--five hundred dollars!" the girls exclaimed.

  The sergeant stepped back a pace. It was evident that he was in fear ofthe embarrassment which might come to him by being embraced by threeyoung ladies in a police station.

  "I--I'll lock him up for the night," he muttered huskily and promptlydisappeared into a vault.

  "Well, I guess that's all of that," breathed Florence. "Quite a thrillingnight for our last on the O Moo."

  "Not quite all," said Cole. "There's still the blue candlestick. Thestate makes no claims upon that. In the name of the museum I offer youtwo hundred dollars for it. How about it?"

  "Splendid! Wonderful!" came from the girls.

  "All right. Come round in the morning for the check. Good-night." Hedisappeared into the darkness.

  "We--we're rich," sighed Lucile as they walked toward the O Moo, "but youknow I have a private fortune."

  She drew a letter from her pocket and waved it in air. "One hundreddollars for my story. Hooray!"

  "Hooray!" came from the rest.

  "Of course," sighed Lucile, "the editor said the check would spoil me forlife, but since the story was worth it he was bound to buy it. Regularfatherly letter, but he's a dear and the check is real money."

  "To eat has a more pleasant sound than to sleep," said Florence when theywere once more in the cabin of the O Moo. "What do you say to lamb chops,french fried potatoes, hot coffee and doughnuts?"

  "At two in the morning?" grinned Mark.

  "What's a better time? All in favor, say 'aye.' The ayes have it."

  "There are a few things I don't yet understand," said Lucile as they satenjoying their repast.

  "And a lot that I don't," added Mark. "Miss Florence Huyler, thepleasure's all yours."

  "Well," said Florence, "it was about like this: The Negontisks wereliving in that old scow. Instead of three or four sleepy old Chinamen,there were twenty or thirty near-savages skulking about this dry dock.Being afraid of us, they tacked a note of warning to our yacht. When wedidn't leave they decided to frighten us or kill us, I don't know which.They chased me into the old museum and tried to surround Lucile among theice-piles. Lucile's seeing the blue face in the old Mission was of coursean accident; so too was my finding the blue candlestick. That man whochased me lost it. When other plans failed they decided to set us adrift,which they did."

  "But the blue god frozen in the ice?" questioned Marian.

  "You remember the two men with the sled and the one man who appeared tocome from nowhere? Well, I guess he was dropped off the sled with theblue god, a jug of blue water, and an ax. He cut a hole in the ice and,after covering the blue god with blue water left it to be frozen in. Istumbled upon the spot next morning. Little by little I guessed what washidden there and how it was hidden."

  "Seems strange they never came back for it," said Lucile.

  "Police were too hot on their tracks," declared Mark. "They didn't dareto."

  "And that," said Florence, "is the story of the blue god. Quite anexciting episode. To-morrow we enter upon the monotonous life of moderncity cave dwellers. Good-bye to romance."

  "Well," said Mark, "you never can tell."

  He rose. "I must bid you good-night and good-bye. I work in the 'stacks'of your great university library. Come to see me there sometime. PerhapsI might dish up a bit of excitement for you, you never can tell."

  He bowed himself out of the cabin. Fifteen minutes later the cabin wasdark. The cruise of the O Moo was at an end.

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  Transcriber's note:

  --Obvious typographical errors were corrected. Non-standard spellings and dialect were left unchanged.

  --Promotional material was relocated to the end of the book, and the list of books in the three series was completed using other sources.

  --Standardized the ship name "O Moo", variously spelled "O'Moo" and "O-Moo" in promotional material.

  --Added an ellipsis on page 14 indicating where a line or two was apparently omitted in the printed edition.