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Re-imagining Diffusion
and Adoption of Information
Technology and Systems:
A Continuing Conversation
Editor-in-Chief
IFIP is the global non-profit federation of societies of ICT professionals that aims
at achieving a worldwide professional and socially responsible development and
application of information and communication technologies.
Re-imagining Diffusion
and Adoption of Information
Technology and Systems:
A Continuing Conversation
IFIP WG 8.6 International Conference
on Transfer and Diffusion of IT, TDIT 2020
Tiruchirappalli, India, December 18–19, 2020
Proceedings, Part II
123
Editors
Sujeet K. Sharma Yogesh K. Dwivedi
Indian Institute of Management Swansea University
Tiruchirappalli Swansea, UK
Tiruchirappalli, India
Nripendra P. Rana
Bhimaraya Metri University of Bradford
Indian Institute of Management Nagpur Bradford, UK
Nagpur, India
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Preface
The IFIP Working Group (WG 8.6) was established in the early ‘90s “to foster
understanding and improve research in practice, methods, and techniques in the transfer
and diffusion of information technology within systems that are developed, and in the
development process1.” The 2020 IFIP WG 8.6 conference on the theme
“Re-Imagining Diffusion of Information Technology and Systems: A Continuing
Conversation” was held at Tiruchirappalli, India, and was hosted by the Indian Institute
of Management (IIM) Tiruchirappalli during December 18–19, 2020. We are grateful
to IIM Tiruchirappalli for providing all required facilities and the IFIP WG 8.6 for
mentoring the successful organization of the conference. The proceedings volumes of
this conference focus on the re-imagination of diffusion and adoption of emerging
technologies.
Developments in blockchain, artificial intelligence, Internet of Things, social media,
mobile computing and applications, agile systems development techniques, cloud
computing, and business analytics have become central to the business and the cycle of
innovation has sped up, platforms provide quick access to infrastructure, and infor-
mation spreads on a 24-h cycle. These developments, in turn, have impacted the way
both organizations and societies, engage with transfer and diffusion of information
technology (IT) systems within and between organizations, in interactions with cus-
tomers, and society in general. The question is no longer how to adopt and diffuse IT
systems, but how to quickly assess and manage those that best serve the broader
purposes of businesses and societies. In addition to the idea of adoption and diffusion
of IT systems, IT teams in organizations and individuals are also working on how IT
systems are contributing to the value creation in both organizations and society.
There is an innate need for understanding the diffusion and adoption of emerging
information technologies and systems (i.e., artificial intelligence, blockchain, Fin-Tech
applications, Internet of Things, social media), which are expected to have a substantial
impact on future economic development of society, organizations, and individuals
(Borus et al. 2020; Dwivedi et al. 2019ab; Hughes et al. 2019; Ismagilova et al. 2019;
Janssen et al. 2019). A review of the role of information technologies, particularly over
the past two decades, clearly shows the vital link between technology adoption and
socio-economic development in many economies (Venkatesh et al. 2016; Williams
et al. 2015). The Gartner report on “Top Strategic Technology” in 20192 lists trends
including blockchain, artificial intelligence, autonomous things (robots, vehicles,
drones, etc.) among others as the game changers that could revolutionize industries and
their strategic models through 2023. These emerging technologies have great potential
to contribute to organizational and societal reforms. Thus, in the recent past, the
1
http://ifipwg86.wikidot.com/about-us.
2
https://www.forbes.com/sites/peterhigh/2019/10/21/breaking-gartner-announces-top-10-strategic-
technology-trends-for-2020/#47dbbb940744.
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Organization
Conference Committee
General Chairs
Viswanath Venkatesh University of Arkansas, USA
Yogesh K. Dwivedi Swansea University, UK
Deborah Bunker The University of Sydney, Australia
Dave Wastell University of Nottingham, UK
Conference Chairs
Sujeet K. Sharma IIM Tiruchirappalli, India
Satish S. Maheswarappa IIM Tiruchirappalli, India
Helle Zinner Henriksen Copenhagen Business School, Denmark
Santosh K. Misra CEO and Commissioner of e-Governance, Government
of Tamil Nadu, India
Program Chairs
Sujeet K. Sharma IIM Tiruchirappalli, India
Banita Lal University of Bedfordshire, UK
Amany Elbanna Royal Holloway, University of London, UK
Nripendra P. Rana University of Bradford, UK
Moutusy Maity IIM Lucknow, India
Jang Bahadur Singh IIM Tiruchirappalli, India
Saji Mathew IIT Madras, India
Organizing Chairs
Rajesh Chandwani IIM Ahmedabad, India
Prashant Gupta IIM Tiruchirappalli, India
Arpan Kar DSM, IIT Delhi, India
Sankalp Pratap IIM Tiruchirappalli, India
Sumeet Gupta IIM Raipur, India
Sirish Kumar Gouda IIM Tiruchirappalli, India
Satish Krishnan IIM Kozhikode, India
G. P. Sahu MNNIT Allahabad, India
x Organization
Track Chairs
Blockchain;
Samuel Fosso Wamba Head of Artificial Intelligence and Business Analytics
Cluster, Toulouse Business School, France
Santosh K. Misra IAS, CEO & Commissioner of e-Governance, Govt of
TN, India
Maciel M. Queiroz Universidade Paulista, Brasil
Fin-Tech Applications;
M. N. Ravishankar Director of Internationalisation, Loughborough
University, UK
Barney Tan The University of Sydney Business School, Australia
Organization xi
Internet of Things;
Denis Dennehy National University of Ireland, Galway
Samuel Fosso Wamba Head of Artificial Intelligence and Business Analytics
Cluster, Toulouse Business School, France
Samrat Gupta IIM Ahmedabad, India
Social Media.
Nripendra P. Rana University of Bradford, UK
Kuttimani Tamilmani University of Bradford, UK
Social Media
What Makes a Social Media Manager? Insights from the Content Analysis
of Job Advertisements in India . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 391
Ruchika Pharswan, P. Vigneswara Ilavarasan, and Arpan Kumar Kar
Trusting Social Media News: Role of Social Influence and Emotions Using
EEG as a Brain Imaging Tool. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 463
Gaurav Dixit and Shristi Bose
Blockchain
Fin-Tech Applications
Internet of Things
1 Introduction
Managing forest resources involves dealing with many tough and challenging risks for
forest departments in India. It has become even harsher in this age of global warming
and climate change. Forest fires, devastating floods, and landslides are few such
challenges that are being faced by the Indian forestry in the North-Western Himalayan
regions of India and prominently in Uttarakhand (thehindu.com 2013; indianex-
press.com 2016). Realizing the history of such disasters and the significance of the
Himalayas, the Government of India launched the ‘National Mission on Himalayan
Studies (NMHS)’ in 2015 under the Ministry of Environment, Forest, and Climate
Change aligned with the UN’s sustainable development goals. The mission objectives
focused on long-term conservation and sustainable development in the Indian Hima-
layan region for the ecological security of India (nmhs.org.in 2015). To fulfill its goals,
NMHS has set out the call for demand-driven action research and interventions for
innovative solutions.
In this research, our focus is on forest fires, which happens in Uttarakhand every
year during summers. Forest bio-residue layers created by dry and fallen leaves are one
of the primary sources of such a threat due to their highly inflammable nature (Pandey
and Dhakal 2013). Pine tree leaves, also called needles, especially are a significant
cause of forest fires (Brown et al. 2011). Previous studies have recommended manu-
facturing bio-briquettes from waste, dry, and fallen pine needles with the involvement
of villagers (Joshi and Sharma 2014). Further, Joshi et al. (2015) suggested ways to
implement a socio-economic model to manufacture and sell these briquettes as a
greener and environment-friendly energy substitute for wood and coal in the open
market and thereby fostering social-entrepreneurship (Joshi et al. 2015). Such a socio-
economic solution, if successful, will achieve the twin objectives of forest protection
and renewable energy production. Past studies have discussed the development of ICT
platform-enabled business ecosystems to address societal challenges in rural or remote
regions (Li et al. 2019; Jha et al. 2016; Leong et al. 2016). These ecosystems mimicked
the e-commerce platforms and proved to be self-sustainable and achieved societal goals
of poverty alleviation and digital empowerment in the targeted areas. These studies
examined the evolution or development approach of platform ecosystems. However,
the main challenge is to understand how and why these e-commerce ecosystems were
able to create the necessary and sufficient network effects to self-sustain in the first
place. This aspect has not been examined in the studies of ICT platform-based
ecosystems for societal challenges, and it is the focus of our study. We address such a
research question in a complex phenomenon where the design of the socio-economic
ecosystem is entangled with the effort to protect the forest and environment.
We pursued this research question through a case study of an NMHS project, which
is running for more than one year in two villages in the Nainital district, a tourism hub
in the Uttarakhand state of India. It falls in a mountainous region with extensive and
dense coverage of the pine trees forest, one of the leading sources of forest fires in
Uttarakhand. Villagers living in the selected villages have limited income opportunities
and survive on forest resources to meet part of their daily needs (Joshi et al. 2015; Joshi
and Sharma 2014). The villagers who volunteered in the NMHS project were given
portable, manually operated briquette machines to produce briquettes, a renewable
energy substitute for coal and wood. The produced briquettes had higher calorific
content at a substantially lower cost (Joshi et al. 2015). The briquettes were sold to
local and nearby hotel owners. The local and national media have covered the NMHS
project initiative on pine briquettes through their print and Web channels. Under this
project, an ICT platform was developed and used to enable the socio-economic
ecosystem comprising of villagers, micro-entrepreneurs, and hotel owners. The ICT
platform was considered a key contributor to the success of the project and played an
essential role in social and environmental impacts. Unlike the existing approaches of
either private enterprise-driven, community-driven, or local government-driven
ICT Platform-Enabled Socio-Economic Ecosystem 5
2 Theoretical Background
The second model conceptualized in the research project considered villagers as the
collectors, briquette producers, and micro-entrepreneurs who would sell the produced
briquettes in the local market. It was implemented in the project by providing portable,
manually operated briquette machines to villagers. However, preparing villagers who
lack an understanding of markets, entrepreneurial capability and fall in the backward
and lower strata of the society require external intervention (VanSandt and Sud 2012).
3 Research Methods
To study the process of ICT-based ecosystem for forest protection and renewable
energy production, we followed the qualitative research methodology. We adopted the
interpretive case study method based on the following considerations (Walsham 2006).
First, past IS studies suggested its usefulness in applying activity theory perspective to
a complex phenomenon embedded in the societal context (Sam 2012). Second, inter-
pretive case studies allow us to explore a phenomenon in the richness of its setting,
which is essential to study an ICT-based ecosystem with complex social and envi-
ronmental aspects. Finally, the area of ICT solutions for forest protection and renew-
able energy production is a scarcely researched area, where theories are yet to be
developed. Therefore, it demands more qualitative studies for theorization.
Our case is based on a research project which is part of the National Mission on
Himalayan Studies implemented by the Ministry of Environment, Forest & Climate
Change, Government of India. The project objectives included socio-economic value
creation through forest bio-residue based renewable energy production and develop-
ment of an ICT platform for value-chain integration and market access (Dixit and
Panigrahi 2014; Dixit and Panigrahi 2013). Data collection was conducted between
February 2019 and February 2020. Two Himalayan villages of the Uttarakhand state of
India were selected as per the project guidelines. Initial visits to the villages were
conducted by the first author, shortly after the launch of the research project. An
extended study started during March 2019, and three follow-up visits to the field were
conducted by the authors during April-May, 2020. Two field visits were conducted
during January and February 2020 by the first author to finalize the data collection.
Since this was a field-based project, members of the project team regularly visited and
stayed in the villages to supervise the project activities on a relatively continuous basis.
Forest Department of Uttarakhand facilitated access to the research sites and
introduction with the van panchayats, which are locally elected bodies tasked with the
administration of village forests. Van panchayats helped us in discussing the project
objectives and employment and earning opportunities in the project with the interested
villagers. Villagers were selected to work in the project according to the project
guidelines. This type of access eased the project implementation process and provided
a cordial atmosphere to interact with the key stakeholders - selected villagers, van
panchayats, industries, and the forest department. During our preliminary discussions
with them, we were able to create the required comfort and trust among the project
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Dorothy dried her eyes and blew her nose rather violently.
“Thanks—I do feel much better now. Do you mind turning on the
light again? I must be a sight. There—hold it so I can see in my
compact.”
Bill began to laugh as her deft fingers worked with powder, rouge
and lipstick.
“What’s the joke?” she asked, then answered her own question. “Oh,
I know! You think girls do nothing but prink. Well, I don’t care—it’s
horrid to look messy. Is there such a thing as a comb in your pocket,
Bill? I have lost mine.”
“Sorry,” he grinned, “but I got my permanent last week. I don’t
bother to carry one any more.”
“Don’t be silly!” she began, then stopped short. “We’ve got to get
out of here,” she said and snapped her compact shut. “They are
coming after me in a car. Donovan or Peters, I forget which, said so.”
“Who are Donovan and Peters—and where are they going to take
you?”
“Not that pair—other members of the same gang. D. and P. are two
of the crew over at the beach cottage who chloroformed me, then
tied me up and carted me over here in an open motor sailor.”
“Well, I’ll be tarred and feathered!” Bill switched off his torch. “Here
I’ve been following you for over two hours and never knew it was
you! Never got a glimpse of your face, of course—took you for a
man in that rig! Well, I’ll be jiggered if that isn’t a break!”
“So you were the man I thought I saw in the grass clump?”
“Sure. You led me to the house. I knew the gang had a cottage
somewhere along that beach, but I didn’t know which one it was. By
the way, I’ve got your Mary Jane tied to a mooring out yonder—
Couldn’t take a chance on running in closer. That old tub’s engine
has a bark that would wake George Washington.”
Dorothy sprang to her feet. “That’s great! We’ll make for the Mary
Jane, Bill, right now. If those men in the car catch us here there’ll be
another fight. Dorothy has had all the rough stuff she wants for one
night, thank you!”
Bill took her arm.
“O.K. with me,” he returned. “Think you’re well enough to travel?”
“I’m all right. Hanging around this place gives me the jim-jams—let’s
go.”
Together they crossed the yard and hurried along the narrow
planking of the dock to the dinghy. Bill took the oars and a few
minutes later they were safely aboard the motor boat. It began to
rain again and the dark, oily water took on a vibrant, pebbly look.
“Come into the cabin,” suggested Dorothy, watching Bill make the
painter fast. “We’ll be drier there—and I’ve got about a million
questions for you to answer.”
“Go below, then. I’ll join you in a minute.”
Dorothy slid the cabin door open and dropped down on a locker.
Presently Bill followed and took a seat opposite her.
“Better not light the lamp,” he advised, “it’s too risky now. By the
way, Dorothy, I’m darn glad to see you again.”
Dorothy smiled. “So ’m I. I’ve missed you while you were away, and
I sure do need your help now. Tell me—where in the wide world am
I?”
“This tub is tied up to somebody else’s mooring off the Babylon
waterfront,—if that’s any help to you.”
“It certainly is. I hate to lose my bearings. Here’s another: I don’t
suppose you happen to know what this is all about?”
Bill crossed his knees and leaned back comfortably.
“There’s not much doubt in my mind, after tonight’s doings. Those
men in the beach cottage are diamond smugglers and no pikers at
the game, take it from me!”
“Ooh!” Dorothy’s eyes widened. “Diamonds, eh! That’s beyond my
wildest dreams. How do they smuggle them, Bill?”
“Well, these fellows have a new wrinkle to an old smuggling trick.
Somebody aboard an ocean liner drops a string of little boxes,
fastened together at long intervals—the accomplices follow the
steamer in a boat and pick them up. And now, from what I’ve found
out, there’s every reason to believe that this gang are chucking their
boxes overboard in the neighborhood of Fire Island Light.”
Dorothy sat bold upright, her eyes snapping with excitement.
“Listen, Bill! Those men in the cottage—I heard them talking, you
know—couldn’t make anything out of their conversation then, but
now I’m beginning to understand part of it.”
“Didn’t you tell me they were arguing against going somewhere—or
meeting someone—in the fog?”
“That’s right. It was the man they called Charlie—the one who’d
been a physician. Let me see ... he said that there was a rotten sea
running out by the light. That must mean the Fire Island Light!
Then, listen to this. He was sure that by three o’clock the fog off the
light would be thick enough to cut with a knife—and that they would
probably miss her anyway!—Don’t you see? ‘Her’ means the liner
they are to meet off the Fire Island Light about three o’clock this
morning!”
“Good work, Miss Dixon—” Bill nodded approvingly. “And that is
where Donovan and Charlie headed for when they parked you with
Peters,” he supplemented. “On a bet, they’re running their motor
sailor out to the light right now.”
Dorothy glanced at the luminous dial of her wrist watch.
“It is just midnight. Think we have time to make it?”
“Gosh, that’s an idea! But, look here, Dorothy—” Bill hesitated, then
went on in a serious tone, “if we run out to the lightship and those
two in the motor sailor spot us, there’s likely to be a fight.”
Dorothy moved impatiently. “What of it?”
“Oh, I know—but you’ll stand a mighty good chance of getting shot.
This thing is a deadly business. They’re sure to be armed. Now,
listen to me. I’ll row you ashore and meet you in Babylon after I’ve
checked up on those guys.”
Dorothy stood up and squeezing past Bill, opened the cabin door.
“And my reply to you is—rats!” she flung back at him. “Of course I’m
going with you. There’ll be no argument, please. Get busy and turn
over that flywheel while I go forward and slip our mooring.”
Bill made no answer, but with a resigned shrug, followed her out to
the cockpit. They had known each other only a few months, but
their acquaintance had been quite long enough to demonstrate that
when Miss Dixon spoke in that tone of voice, she meant exactly what
she said. Bill knew that nothing short of physical force would turn
the girl from her project, so making the best of things as he found
them, he started the engine.
Bill was heading the boat across the bay when Dorothy came aft
again. She went inside the cabin and presently emerged with a
thermos of hot coffee, some sandwiches and hard-boiled eggs.
“We may both get shot or drowned,” she remarked philosophically,
“but we needn’t starve in the meantime.”
“Happy thought!” Bill bit into a sandwich with relish, “One drowns
much more comfortably after having dined.”
“Hm! It would be a cold wet business, though. Doubly wet tonight.”
She looked at the black water pock-marked with raindrops and shook
her head. “Hand me another sandwich, please. Then tell me how
you came to be mixed up with this diamond smuggling gang, Bill.”
By this time they were well on their way across Great South Bay
toward the inlet. From the bows came the steady gurgle and chug of
short choppy seas as the stiff old tub bucked them. Holding a
straight course, the two by the wheel were able to make out the
grey-white gleam of sand on Sexton Island.
“Well, it was like this,” began Bill. “You remember the Winged
Cartwheels.[1] Well that was a Secret Service job for the
government.”
“I know,” nodded Dorothy.
“Well, as I was saying—because of that and some other business,
Uncle Sam knew that I could pilot a plane. Six weeks ago I was
called to Washington and told that an international gang of criminals
were flooding this country with diamonds, stolen in Europe. What
the officials didn’t know was the method being used to smuggle
them into this country. However, they said they had every reason to
believe that the diamonds were dropped overboard from trans-
Atlantic liners somewhere off the coast and picked up by the
smugglers’ planes at sea. My job was to go abroad and on the return
trip, to keep my eyes peeled night and day for airplanes when we
neared America.”
“Did you go alone?”
“Yes, but I gathered that practically every liner coming over from
Europe was being covered by a Secret Service operative. I made a
trip over and back without spotting a thing. On the second trip back,
something happened.”
“When was that?”
“Night before last. The liner I was aboard had just passed Fire Island
lightship. I stood leaning over the rail on the port side and I saw half
a dozen or more small boxes dropped out of a porthole. They
seemed to be fastened together. Once in the water, they must have
stretched out over a considerable distance. Of course, there are
notices posted forbidding anyone to throw anything overboard: and
there are watchmen on deck. But they can’t very well prevent a
person from unscrewing a porthole and shoving something out!”
“Did you report it?”
“You bet. The skipper knew why I was making the trip. We located
the stateroom and found that it belonged to three perfectly harmless
Y.M.C.A. workers who were peaceably eating their dinner at the
time. Somebody slipped into their room and did the trick.”
“Did you hear or see any plane?”
“I thought I heard a motor, but it didn’t sound like the engine of a
plane. I couldn’t be sure.”
“The motor sailor, probably?”
“It looks like it, now. Well, to continue: I landed in New York and
took the next train to Babylon. Then I got me a room in one of those
summer cottages on the beach. I was out on the dunes for a prowl
when the Mary Jane put in at that little cove. That in itself seemed
suspicious, so I followed you to the house and saw Peters scrag you.
Although, at the time I had no idea who you were. Then when they
tied you up and went off with you in the motor sailor, I knew for
certain that some dirty work was on. So I beat it back to the cove
and came along in this old tub.”
Dorothy finished the last of the coffee.
“Did you see the amphibian tied up to the cottage dock?” she asked.
“Yes. It took off just before the motor sailor left.”
“Just how do you figure that it comes into the picture?”
“I think these people have a lookout stationed farther up the coast—
on Nantucket Island, perhaps. When a ship carrying diamonds is
sighted off the Island, the lookout wires to the aviator or his boss
and the plane flies over to let the men in the cottage know when to
expect her off the lightship. Then when they pick up the loot, he
flies back with it to their headquarters next day. Of course, I don’t
know how far wrong I am—”
“But he’s been doing it every day for weeks, Bill—maybe longer.
Surely they can’t be smuggling diamonds every day in the week?”
“He probably carries over their provisions and keeps an eye on them
generally. I don’t know. What he is doing is only a guess, on my
part, anyway.”
Dorothy smothered a yawn. “Do you suppose the red flag those men
spoke of is a signal of some kind?”
“Guess so. But look here, you’re dead tired. I can run this tub by
myself. Hop in the cabin and take a nap. I’ll call you when we near
the lightship.”
“You must be sleepy, too.”
“I’m not. I had an idea I might be up most of the night, so slept until
late this afternoon. And after those sandwiches and the coffee, I feel
like a million dollars. Beat it now and get a rest.”
Dorothy yawned again and stretched the glistening wet arms of her
slicker above her head.
“Promise to wake me in plenty of time?”
“Cross my heart——”
“Good night, then.”
“Good night. Better turn in on the floor. We’re going to run into a sea
pretty soon. Those lockers are narrow. Once we strike the Atlantic
swell you’ll never be able to stay on one and sleep!”
“Thanks, partner, I’ll take your advice.” She turned and disappeared
below.
DEEP WATER
The ebb tide soon caught the Mary Jane in the suck of its swift
current and the boat rushed seaward. Presently she struck the
breakers and floundering through them like a wounded duck,
commenced to rise and fall on the rhythmic ground swell.
Dorothy came out of the cabin rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
“You didn’t take much of a rest,” said Bill from his place at the
wheel.
She yawned and caught at the cabin roof to steady herself.
“Mary Jane’s gallop through the breakers woke me up. Sleeping on a
hard floor isn’t all it’s cracked up to be—and the cabin was awfully
stuffy.”
“Are you as good a sailor as you are a sport?”
“I don’t know much about this deep water stuff, but I’ve never been
seasick. Thought I might be if I stayed in there any longer, though.”
“Feel badly now?”
“No, this fresh air is what I needed. Is that the lightship dead
ahead? I just caught the glow.”
“Yep. That’s Fire Island Light. I wish this confounded drizzle would
stop. The swell is getting bigger and shorter. Must be a breeze of
wind not far to the east of us.”
“D’you think we’re in time, Bill?”
“Yes, I think so. The weather is probably thick farther out and up the
coast, and the ship will be running at reduced speed. It’s likely she’ll
be an hour or so late. There is a ship out yonder, but it’s a tanker or
a freighter.”
“How do you know that?”
“Why, a liner would be showing deck and cabin lights. Here comes
the breeze—out of the northeast.”
“It’s raining harder, too. Ugh! What a filthy night.”
Bill nodded grimly in the darkness. “You said a mouthful. It’ll be
good and sloppy out here in another hour or two. Jolly boating
weather, I don’t think! And we can’t get back into the bay until
daylight, I’m afraid.”
The big boat continued to pound steadily seaward and before long
the lightship was close abeam. Bill ran some distance outside it, then
stopped the engine.
“No use wasting gas,” he said, and emptied one of the five-gallon
tins into the fuel tank.
He went into the cabin again and reappeared with two life
preservers.
“It’s lucky the law requires all sail and motor craft to carry these
things. Better slip into one—I’ll put on the other.”
Dorothy lifted her eyebrows questioningly. “Think we’re liable to get
wrecked?”
“Nothing like that—but a life preserver is great stuff when it comes
to stopping bullets.”
“Gee, Bill, do you really expect a scrap? There isn’t a sign of the
motor sailor yet.”
“I know—but they’re out here somewhere, just the same. Neither of
us is showing lights, so in this weather we’re not likely to spot each
other unless our boats get pretty close. And if they do, those hyenas
won’t hesitate to shoot! Here, let me give you a hand.”
Having put on the life preservers over their dripping slickers, they
sat down and waited. The wind was freshening. A strong, steady
draft blew out of the northeast and it was gradually growing colder.
The rain had turned into sleet, fine and driving, but not thick enough
to entirely obscure the atmosphere.
“Good gracious, Bill—sleet! That’s the limit, really—do you suppose
we’ll ever sight the ship through this?” Dorothy’s tone was
thoroughly disgusted.
“Oh, yes,” he replied cheerfully, “this isn’t so bad. Her masthead
lights should have a visibility of two or three miles, at least.”
Dorothy said nothing, but, hands thrust deep into her pockets and
with shoulders hunched, she stared moodily out to sea.
For about an hour they drifted, the broad-beamed motor boat
wallowing in the chop which crossed the ground swell. Twice Bill
started the motor and worked back to their original position. He did
not like the look of things, but said nothing to Dorothy about it. The
wind grew stronger and seemed to promise a gale. The low tide with
the line of breakers across the mouth of the inlet would effectually
bar their entrance to Great South Bay for the next ten hours. And he
doubted if they would have enough fuel for the run of nearly fifty
miles to the shelter of Gravesend Bay.
Then as they floundered about, he heard the distant, muffled bellow
of a big ship’s foghorn. Again it sounded; and twice more, each time
coming closer. Bill started the engine and headed cautiously out in
the direction from whence it came.
Suddenly there sounded a blast startlingly close to the Mary Jane.
This was answered from the lightship, and through the flying scud
and sleet they saw a vivid glare. Bill put his helm hard over and
when the steamer had passed about four hundred yards away, he
turned the motor boat again to cut across the liner’s wake. Faint
streams of music reached their ears emphasizing the dreariness of
their position.
Directly they were astern of the great ship, he swung the Mary Jane
into the steamer’s course. Running straight before the wind, it was
easy to follow the sudsy brine that eddied in her wake. He was by
no means certain, however, that he could keep the dull glow of her
taffrail light in sight. That depended upon the liner’s speed, which
might be more than the Mary Jane could develop. But he soon
discovered he had either underestimated the power of the motor
boat or, what was more probable, the steamer had reduced her own.
Before long he was obliged to slow down to keep from overhauling.
And so for nearly an hour they tagged along, astern, keeping a
sharp lookout on the band of swirling water. Little by little their
spirits sank, as no floating object appeared to reward their
perseverance. The weather was becoming worse and worse, but the
sea was not troublesome; partly because the Mary Jane was running
before it and partly because the great bulk of the liner ahead
flattened it out in her displacement.
“If this keeps on much longer, we’re going to run short of gas,” said
Dorothy, still peering ahead. “Any idea how long it will keep up?”
Bill shrugged and swung the boat’s head over a point.
“Not the dimmest. I’m beginning to wonder if we’ll have to follow
her all the way to the pilot station and then cut across for Gravesend
Bay.”
“We’ll sure be out of luck if we run out of fuel with this wind backing
into the northwest. It will blow us clean out to sea!”
“Take the wheel!” said Bill abruptly. “I’m going to see where we
stand.”
Dorothy, with her hands on the spokes, saw him measure the
gasoline in the tank and then shake his head.
“How about it?” she called.
“Not so good,” he growled, and poured in the contents of another
tin. “This engine is powerful, but when you say it’s primitive, you
only tell the half of it. The darn thing laps up gas like a—”
“Bill!” Dorothy raised her arm—“there’s another motor boat ahead!”
Both of them stared forward into the gloom. For a moment Bill could
see nothing but the seething waters and the faint glimmer of the
liner’s taffrail light. Then in an eddy of the driving sleet he caught a
glimpse of a dark bulk rising on a swell a couple of hundred yards
ahead. At the same time they both heard the whir of a rapidly
revolving motor distinctly audible between the staccato barks of their
own exhaust.
“The motor sailor, Bill!”
“Sure to be. It must have cut in close under the steamer’s stern. Let
me take the wheel again, Dorothy.”
“O. K. Do you think they’ve seen us?”
“Not likely. They’ll be watching the ship and her wake. To see us,
they’d have to stare straight into the teeth of the wind and this
blinding sleet.”
“But they’ll hear us, anyway?”
“Not a chance. That motor sailor’s got one of those fast-turning
jump-spark engines. They run with a steady rattle. There’s no
interval between coughs. Ours are more widely punctuated. Anyhow,
that’s the way I dope it. They’ve probably signaled the ship by this
time, and the contraband ought to be dropped from a cabin port at
any time now.”
“Got a plan?”
“I think I have.”
He gave the boat full gas, then a couple of spokes of the wheel
sheered her off to starboard.
“What’s that for?” Dorothy thought he had decided to give up the
attempt. “Not quitting, are we?”
“What do you take me for? Get out that gun of yours and use your
wits. I’m goin’ to loop that craft and bear down on them from
abeam. If they beat it, O. K. If they don’t, we’ll take a chance on
crashing them!”
“You tell ’em, boy!” Dorothy had caught his excitement. “If they
shoot, I’ll fire at the flashes!”
Bill was working out his plan in detail and did not reply. He felt sure
his scheme was sound. The Mary Jane was heavily built, broad of
beam, with bluff bows and low freeboard. The motor sailor was a
staunch craft, too, but she was not decked and with a load of but
two men aboard she would have no great stability. He was certain
that if he could work out and make his turn so as to bear down upon
her from a little forward of the beam, striking her amidships with the
swell of his starboard bow, she would crack like an egg.
Bill did not dare risk a head-on ram. That might capsize them both.
To cut into her broadside at the speed she was making would
possibly tear off or open up his own bows. The Mary Jane must
strike her a heavy but a glancing blow at an angle of about forty-five
degrees. Such a collision meant taking a big chance with their own
boat. But the Mary Jane was half-decked forward and the flare of
her run would take the shock on the level of her sheer strake.
Quickly he explained his project.
“I’m taking a chance, of course, if I don’t hit her right,” he finished.
“Go ahead—” she flung back. “I’m all for it!”
Bill grinned at her enthusiasm, and with the engine running full, he
started to edge off and work ahead. But he could not help being
impatient at the thought that the contraband might be dropped at
any minute and hooked up by the others. He took too close a turn.
As the Mary Jane hauled abreast about two hundred yards ahead,
the smugglers sighted them. Their motor sailor swerved sharply to
port, and with a sudden acceleration, it dived into the gloom and
was lost to sight.
“Bluffed off!” he shouted triumphantly.
He turned the wheel and was swinging back into the liner’s wake
when Dorothy gave a cry and pointed to the water off their port
quarter.
“Look! There! There!” she screamed.
Staring in the same direction, Bill saw what at first he took to be a
number of small puffs of spume. Then he saw that they were
rectangular. The Mary Jane had already passed them and a second
later they disappeared from view.
Bill nearly twisted off the wheel in an effort to put about
immediately. The result was to slow down and nearly stop their
heavy boat. Gradually the Mary Jane answered her helm and
presently they were headed back in the ship’s path.
And then as the Mary Jane was again gathering speed, the motor
sailor came slipping out of the smother headed straight for the
contraband, her broadside presented toward her pursuers.
“Stand by for a ram!” yelled Bill and pulled out his automatic.
Not fifty yards separated the two boats. Bows to the gale, the Mary
Jane bore down on the motor sailor. If those aboard her realized
their danger, they had no time to dodge, to shoot ahead, or avoid
the ram by going hard astern. They swerved and the Mary Jane
struck full amidships with a fearful grinding crash.
Bill caught a glimpse of two figures and saw the flame streak out
from their barking guns. He felt a violent tug at his life preserver.
Then a yell rang out and the two boats ground together in the heave
of the angry sea.
Steadying himself with a hand on the wheel, he reversed and his
boat hauled away. As she backed off he heard the choking cough of
the other craft which had now been blotted out by the darkness and
driving sleet.
Bill turned about with a triumphant cry on his lips, then checked it
suddenly as he saw that Dorothy had fallen across the coaming and
was lying halfway out of the boat.
Chapter X
WRECKED
The engine gave a grunt and stopped. But Bill scarcely noticed it.
Hauling desperately to get Dorothy inboard, he thought his heart
would burst. Suddenly he heard her cry:
“Don’t pull! Just hold me by my legs.”
She squirmed farther across the coaming and he gripped her by the
knees.
“That’s it,” she panted. “There—I’ve got it! Now haul me in.”
Bill gave a heave and just then the boat, caught by a huge wave,
rolled far over and landed Bill on his back with Dorothy sprawled
across him. As they struggled to their feet he saw that she was
laughing.
“Aren’t you hurt at all?” he asked, rubbing a bruised elbow.
“Only—out of—breath,” she gasped. “They—are all—fastened
together. Haul them in.”
Glancing down, he saw that she was holding one of the white boxes
toward him. He made no motion to take it, but stared to windward,
listening.
Dorothy could hear nothing but the wind and the waves and the
swirling sleet.
“What is it?” she jerked out, striving to regain her breath.
“Wait a minute.” Suddenly Bill snatched up his electric torch and
dove into the cabin.
Dorothy dropped down on a thwart with the box in her hand. After a
short rest, she renewed her endeavors to get the remainder of her
haul overside. When Bill clambered out of the cabin she was tugging
at the strong line to which the boxes were tied.
“It’s jammed, or caught, or something,” she announced.
Bill looked overside.
“Yes, dash it all!” he growled. “We fouled the line and wound it
round the tail shaft when I backed off just now. That’s what stopped
the motor, of course. Let me see what I can do. You’re blown.”
He picked up another box bobbing alongside and started to haul in
the line. One end of this he found was jammed under the stern,
while on the other length a box appeared every thirty or forty feet.
“Ten, in all,” he told her and drew the last aboard.
“Hooray! We’ve done it!” cried Dorothy exultantly.
“We sure have. You just said it all—” His tone was sarcastic. “The
boat is leaking like a sieve. That lateral wrench started it. The
propeller’s jammed. It’s beginning to blow a gale and there isn’t
enough gas to run us out of it. Three cheers and a tiger! Also,
hooray!”
Dorothy’s enthusiasm evaporated. “Gee, I’m sorry. I’m always such a
blooming optimist—I didn’t think about our real difficulties.”
“O. K. kid. I apologize for being cross. That water in the cabin kind
of got me for the moment. Let’s see what it looks like here.”
He wrenched up the flooring and flashed his torch.
Dorothy gave a gasp of dismay. The boat was filling rapidly.
“I’ll get that bucket from the cabin,” she said at once.
“Good girl! I’ve just got to get this coffee mill grinding again, or we’ll
be out of luck good and plenty.”
Dorothy fetched the bucket and began to bail. She saw that Bill was
trying to start the engine.
“The shaft wound up that line while we were going astern,” he
explained. “It ought to unreel if I can send the old tub ahead.”
Switching on the current, he managed to get a revolution or two.
Then the motor stopped firing.
“No go?” inquired Dorothy.
“Not a chance!”
He ripped off his life preserver and slipping out of his rubber coat,
pulled forth a jack-knife and opened it.
“What are you going to do?” Dorothy paused in her bailing.
“Get overboard and try to cut us loose. Don’t stop! Keep at it for all
you’re worth. It’s our only chance of safety!”
Wielding her bucket in feverish haste, she watched Bill lower himself
over the stern. The water pounded by this unseasonable sleet must
be freezingly cold. She wished it were possible to help him.
Fortunately, the Mary Jane was light of draft. He would not have to
get his head under, but that tough line must be twisted and plaited
and hard as wire. What if his knife broke, or slipped from his
numbed fingers? Dorothy shuddered. Meanwhile, the storm was
getting worse and the heavy boat drifted before it.
“Hey, there, Dorothy! Give me a hand up!”
She dropped the bucket and sprang to his assistance. Then, as his
head came in sight, she leaned over and gripping him under the
arms, swung him over the stern.
“My word—your strength’s inhuman—” he panted.
“Don’t talk nonsense. Get busy and start the engine. The water’s
gaining fast.”
“Confound!” he exclaimed. “I’d no idea the cockpit flooring was
awash. Another six inches and it will reach the carburetor.”
While Bill talked he was priming the cylinder. A heave of the crank
and the motor started with a roar. Then he flashed his light on the
compass and after noting the bearing of the wind, laid the Mary
Jane abeam it.
“Take the wheel,” he said to Dorothy. “And steer just as we’re
heading now.”
“What about the bailing, Bill?”
“My job. You’ve had enough of it.”
“But I’m not tired—”
“Don’t argue with the skipper!”
“But you’re soaked to the skin!”
“Of course I am—what I need is exercise—I’m freezing!”
“Oh, I’m so sorry—here—turn over the wheel, skipper.”
Dorothy grabbed the spokes and Bill hastily slipped into his rubber
coat and adjusted the life belt over it.
“How are we headed?” she inquired. “I can’t see the compass
without a light.”
“Straight for shore, and we’ll be lucky if the old tub stays afloat that
long. The whole Atlantic Ocean’s pouring in through her seams.”
“Maybe the pump would be better?”
“No-sir: not that pump. I’ve seen it!”
“Mmm. That’s why I chose the bucket. Say, I hope you won’t get a
chill.”
“I’ll hope with you,” returned Bill and kept his remaining breath for
his labors.
A heavy wave broke against the Mary Jane’s bow and swept them
both with a deluge of water. Dorothy paid off the boat’s head half a
point.
“Lucky that didn’t stall the motor for good and all,” she observed
grimly. “One more like it, and we’ll be swimming.”
“Tide’s on the ebb,” grunted Bill. “Wind’s barking around—it’ll be
blowing off the land in half an hour, I guess.”
“Do you think the old tub will last that long? She’s getting terribly
sluggish. Steers like a truck in a swamp!”
“Listen!” he cried. “There’s your answer.”
From somewhere ahead came the unmistakable booming roar of
breakers. As they topped the next wave Dorothy saw a white band
on the sea. She steadied the wheel with her knee and tightened her
life preserver. She knew they could not hope to reach the beach in
the Mary Jane. Low and open as she was, the first line of breakers
would fill her. The motor was still pounding away when she leaned
forward and raised her voice to a shout.
“Stop bailing, Bill! Stand by to swim for it!”
“O. K., kid.”
Bill dropped the bucket and dove for the cabin. A second later he
was back in the cockpit with a three fathom length which he had cut
from the anchor line. He fastened one end about Dorothy’s waist
and took a turn about his own body with the other. Then, catching
up a bight of the line which secured the boxes he made it fast to his
belt with a slip hitch.
The Mary Jane was forging strongly ahead, her actual weight of
water being about that of her customary load of passengers. The
swells began to mount, to topple. Searching the shore, Dorothy
could see no sign of any light or habitation.
“If I’d known we were so nearly in, we might have raised the coast
guard with the flash light.” Bill groaned his self-contempt. “I ought to
have kept an eye out—and the Navy said I was a seaman!”
“Don’t be silly! It was my fault, if anyone’s. You were busy bailing.
Chances are the light couldn’t have been seen from shore, anyway.
Gosh, what weather! Who ever heard of sleet in August!”
“Look out—behind you!” yelled Bill.
A moment later she felt herself snatched from the wheel and was
crouching below the bulwark with Bill’s arm around her waist. Then
as a brimming swell lifted them sluggishly, its combing crest washed
into the boat. The next wave flung them forward and crumpled over
the gunwale.
The Mary Jane’s motor gave a strangled cough and stopped. The
boat yawed off and came broadside on her stern upon a line with
the beach.
“This is what I hoped for,” he shouted in her ear. “Gives us a chance
to get clear.”
She saw him gather up the boxes and fling them overboard.
“Keep close to me. We’ll need each other in the undertow!” she
yelled back at him, as he pulled her to her feet.
Then as the next big comber mounted and curled, they dove into
the driving water and the wave crashed down upon the sinking boat.
Dorothy felt her body being whirled over and over, sucked back a
little and driven ahead again. The water was paralyzingly cold, but
she struck out strongly and with bursting lungs reached the surface.
A second later, Bill’s head bobbed up a couple of yards away.
Blowing the water from her nose, she saw they were being washed
shoreward. Her life preserver, new and buoyant, floated her well—
almost too well. She found it difficult to dive beneath the curling
wavecrests to prevent another rolling.
Bill was swimming beside her now and as a great wave caught them
up and carried them forward he grasped her under the arm.
There came a last crumbling surge and the mighty swirl of water
swept them up the beach and their feet struck bottom. Fortunately,
the beach was not steep. The tide was nearly at the last of the ebb
and there was but little undertow. Together they waded out and
staggered up the shingle to sink down on the sand breathing heavily.
The boxes were washing back and forth at the water’s edge and
Bill’s first act was to haul them in.
“Well, the government’s precious loot is safe,” he said grimly. “Are
you able to walk?”
“I—I guess so.”
“Then, let’s get going. We’ll freeze if we don’t.”
He gathered up the boxes and looped them from his shoulders, rose
to his feet and held out a hand. Dorothy took it, scrambled up and
stood for a moment swaying unsteadily.
“The end of a perfect d-day—” she tried to grin, her teeth chattering
with cold.
“I don’t think!” replied Bill unenthusiastically, and helped her to get
rid of the heavy life belt.
“Know where we are?” she inquired when he had dropped the belts
on the sand.
“Not precisely. But if we keep going we ought to strike a lifesaving
station or something—come on.”
Dorothy groaned. “I suppose I must, but—gee whiz—I sure want to
rest.”
Bill, who knew that physical exertion was absolutely necessary now,
got his arm about her and they started unsteadily down the beach
assisted by the gale at their backs.
They had walked about half a mile when he felt her weight begin to
increase and her steps to lag. He stopped and peered into her face.
As he did so, she sank to the sand at his feet. Bending over her, he
was surprised to see that she was asleep—utterly exhausted.
The outlook was anything but pleasant. They had apparently struck
upon a wild and desolate strip of sand—an island, he thought, cut
off by inlets at either end and flanked by the maze of marshes in the
lower reaches of Great South Bay. Without doubt they were
marooned and to make matters worse, Bill knew he had just about
reached the limit of his own strength.
Chapter XI
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