BRADY RETURNS--WITH HOT NEWS.
"That's right! Blamed if it ain't Brady!"
This from Graydon, who had also been aroused by Ferral's alarm.
Crowding close to the two boys, the officer stood gazing with them
toward the train.
It was a freight train and was coming from Chicago. Just opposite the
old quarry there was a stiff up-grade, and the freight had slackened
speed.
Hanging to an iron ladder on the side of one of the box cars, still
wearing his stolen uniform, was Hector Brady. He was looking toward the
three by the tree, and when he saw he had caught their eye he waved his
hand.
"Give me that revolver!" cried Graydon. "I'll guarantee to pick him off
that ladder with a single shot."
The policeman reached to take the weapon from Ferral's hand, but Matt
caught it away before Graydon could get his hands on it.
"Wait," said Matt coolly. "You don't want to kill Brady, Graydon. He's
liable to be useful to us."
"Useful?" scoffed the officer excitedly. "Why, the scoundrel is defying
us. He's planning to ride past and----"
"You're wrong," interrupted Matt. "Brady is a good ways from being a
fool. If he had wanted to get past us he wouldn't have shown himself
like he's doing. Ah! What did I tell you?"
While Matt was talking, Brady had suddenly thrown himself from the
train at a point where the ground was almost on a level with the rails.
He kept his footing like a cat, faced around and started coolly in the
direction of Matt, Carl and Graydon.
"Talk about surprises," mumbled Graydon, "why, that fellow is full of
'em. What's he up to now, I wonder? It don't make any difference what
his game is, right here is where he gets into a pair of darbies. Keep
that revolver handy, King."
Graydon drew a pair of handcuffs from his pocket. Brady gave them a
contemptuous glance as he halted within a few feet of Matt.
"You don't need to put those things on me," said he. "I could have got
away if I had wanted to--but I didn't want to. I made a bargain with
King, and there's too much at stake for me to break it. That's why I'm
here."
"Now that you're here," returned Graydon brusquely, "you'll consider
yourself my prisoner."
"Not your prisoner, officer, but King's. He's the one who captured me."
"You got away from King and----"
"No, I didn't. I was on parole." A cool smile wreathed itself about
Brady's lips. "That's all it amounted to, King," he added to Matt.
"When I slipped away from the air ship, last night, I was intending all
the time to come back to you. I've found out something, and if you make
the most of my information it must be acted upon at once."
"What have you found out?" asked Matt.
"I've discovered where Pete and Whipple went with Helen."
"Well, strike me lucky!" muttered Ferral. "You're a queer combination
of crook and honest man, Brady, douse me if you're not! You come back
and give yourself up, when you know it means the 'pen' for you."
"When the warden finds out what I've done," said Brady, "it will mean
favorable mention, and several months of good time. They'll forget, at
the prison, the way I knocked over the guard and borrowed his uniform.
But to come back to our mutton, as the English say, when I heard that
automobile in front of Hooligan's, last night, I got the notion that
those two members of my old gang had made a getaway. I was about as
sure of it as I was that I was lying on the bottom of the air-ship
car, with my ropes so loose that all I'd have to do to get clear was
to pull out my hands. After you started for the house, King, I watched
my chance, freed my hands and then took the rope from my ankles. I
couldn't explain where I was going, because you wouldn't believe me,
and I knew that Dutch pard of yours, or the sailor, either, wouldn't
believe me. So I just hiked out. I had an idea where Pete and Whipple
had gone, but I wanted to make sure of it. That's what I've done."
"Where are they?" inquired Matt.
"River Forest."
Then it began to dawn on Matt that the schemers had fallen back on
Hooligan.
"They've gone----"
"You're quick at a guess, now I've dropped the hint," interrupted
Brady. "Yes, they've gone to the house where Hooligan is acting as
caretaker. The family's away for the summer, and Hooligan is able to do
about as he pleases there. It's a mansion, and a fine one, but it's a
safe bet that the Hooligans won't be taking care of the place another
year. The family's abroad, I understand, and they wouldn't feel very
easy if they knew what sort of a gang was staying in the place."
"Where's the house?" went on Matt, his excitement growing.
"It's a big, flat-topped mansion close to the river, just below the
town. It's owned by a man named Caspar----"
"I know the place!" exclaimed Graydon. "I've seen it a dozen times.
It stands at a good distance from any other house, and is one of the
show places of River Forest. You're right, Brady. Mr. Caspar would be
mightily put out if he knew how his home was being used."
"Well, that's where Pete and Whipple, two of my old gang, have taken my
daughter," went on Brady. "They're there now, and so are the Hooligans.
But there's no telling how long they'll be there. It's up to you
officers to get busy and make the most of my tip. I want you to capture
those two traitors who have been trying to cheat me out of the stuff
I stole, and have cached away--and who are trying to make my daughter
help them. I want you to rescue the girl. That's your part of the
bargain, Matt," he added, turning to the young motorist. "I don't care
what's done with the Hooligans, for they don't concern me, but I want
to see Pete and Whipple at hard labor alongside of me in the 'pen,' and
every time they look at me I want them to remember that it was Brady
who put them where they are!"
A look of demoniacal hate convulsed Brady's face. If any one had
doubted the genuineness of his desire for revenge upon Pete and
Whipple, that look would have settled it.
"We'll get them," averred Graydon, "but first we'll make sure of you."
He stepped forward with the handcuffs, and Brady put out his wrists.
"I'm King's prisoner, not yours, remember," said he, with a hard laugh,
"and you'll put it in your report that I helped you capture Pete and
Whipple. Now don't lose any more time. Those two men are pretty clever,
and you'll have to nab them quick if you want to be sure of them."
By a most opportune circumstance, a two-seated carriage containing
Harris and two other officers, and Carl, came whipping along the road
at that moment. Carl and Harris stared in open-mouthed amazement when
they saw Brady. Then they tumbled from the carriage and raced for the
little group by the trees.
"Where did you capture Brady?" demanded Harris.
"He captured himself," replied Matt. "Dropped off a freight train and
gave himself up."
"The dickens he did!"
"Vell, donnervetter!" put in Carl. "For vy you knock me ofer to ged
avay den, oof you come pack?"
"I had pressing business, Dutchy," said Brady, rattling the gyves, "and
didn't want you to interfere with me. You'd better let Graydon take me
to La Grange in that carriage, Harris, and then on to South Chicago.
I've done about all I can, and you officers are to do the rest. You can
go to River Forest in the air ship, along with Matt, and those other
two officers can sail along with you. You may need even more help, for
Pete and Whipple are strongly entrenched."
"Pete and Whipple?" echoed Harris blankly.
"I've located them, and told Matt and the rest where to go. Caspar's
house, in River Forest----"
"You know the house, don't you, Harris?" queried Graydon.
"Like a book," replied Harris. "But tell me more about this before
I----"
"You've got to hurry, I tell you!" cried Brady, with angry impatience.
"The scoundrels are all there, and my girl is there with them. King can
explain to you as you travel along."
"Is that automobile there?" asked Harris.
"I didn't see it, but it must be there if the rest are in the house.
Hurry up and get started. Your nearest course is to follow the railroad
track. Better land in the timber and surround the house before you let
Pete and Whipple know you're anywhere in the neighborhood. If you have
to shoot, shoot straight."
There was a deadly menace in the last words which did not escape those
who heard them.
"You're a bloodthirsty scoundrel!" muttered Harris.
"My word's as good as my bond, though," laughed Brady cynically, "in a
case like this."
"You'd better take him to La Grange, Graydon," said Harris, "and then
on to South Chicago. Can you manage the team and Brady, too, as far as
the town?"
"Sure," replied Graydon confidently. "Hand me that gun, King."
Matt returned the weapon to its owner, and Harris, Graydon and Brady
walked toward the carriage and the two waiting officers. While Harris
and Graydon were explaining the work ahead to the men in the carriage,
Matt and his chums hurried to the air ship and began making the craft
ready for the task before her.
There was still plenty of gasoline in the receptacle, but Matt, out of
his reserve supply, filled the tank full up.
By the time Harris and the other two officers reached the air ship,
everything was in readiness. The La Grange men were somewhat fearful of
trusting their lives in the craft, but Harris laughed away their fears
and they took the places in the car to which Matt assigned them. The
burden now placed upon the Hawk was about as great as she could carry.
The car was somewhat crowded, but Matt succeeded in making a neat
ascension, and at one hundred feet from the ground he turned the craft
to an even keel and steered her along a line parallel with the railroad
track.
"First time I ever went after a couple o' thieves in an air ship,"
observed Burton, one of the La Grange men.
"And it'll be the last time, for me," added Sanders, the other one,
with a frightened gasp as the car careened. "The ground is good enough
for Sanders, any old day."