WHEN CASPER CAME BACK
Although the Bird boys had more than once before proved that they
possessed all the courage and daring a successful aviator must have in
order to accomplish the difficult tasks hourly presented to him for
solution, it must not be thought that they were reckless to any degree.
Andy might be slightly inclined that way, but Frank was an exceedingly
careful navigator of the air, and by degrees his influence was even
affecting his younger cousin, as example always will.
When, however, a situation suddenly arose that absolutely required a
display of daring, these young air pilots were "there with the punch,"
as Andy termed it. They had learned how to volplane earthward from a
dizzy height with absolute safety, when conditions were just right, and
necessity required a quick descent. On a few occasions Frank had even
been known to hazard what is known as the "death dip;" but it was only
when there happened to be a good reason for taking such chances, and not
merely in a spirit of dare-deviltry, such as many show aviators employ,
just to send a shiver of dread through the spectators, and then laugh
recklessly at the fears their boldness had aroused.
Of course they might have decided to immediately return to Bloomsbury,
and give information concerning the extent of their discoveries since
coming to the Hoskins' farm.
Perhaps that would have been the wisest move they could make but both
boys were rather opposed to carrying it out just then.
The afternoon was wholly before them, and who could tell what change of
plans the two yeggmen might make before the coming of the night? Should
they get wind of the presence of the Bird boys in the vicinity possibly
they would take alarm, and hurrying to their concealed biplane make for
the far North with all haste; and in this way, if no one knew of their
departure the intended ambuscade that night in the vicinity of the
railroad pay-car would be laid in vain.
That was really what the boys feared the most--that their quarry slip
off in secret, when they were far away.
Frank was indeed trying to figure out whether it would not be best after
all for him to stay by the hydroplane, on guard as it were, while Andy,
by using a horse, if the Hoskins happened to still possess such an
animal, managed to get to another farm, where they were up-to-date
enough to have a telephone in the house, by means of which he could get
in touch with Dr. Bird or Judge Lawson in Bloomsbury.
Then again, there was always a slight chance that this pretended
professor might have seen them descend, while he was wandering around.
Once an airman, and just by instinct as it were, the eyes are almost
constantly searching the heavens, perhaps for a glimpse of other
adventurous craft, or it may be, signs that give warning of treacherous
winds, gathering storms, or similar things that must always be of
intense interest to an aviator.
And so while Casper Blue had long since given up taking hazards in a
flying machine to indulge in even more dangerous business as a bank
robber, still habits would cling tightly, and thus he might have seen
more than the ordinary man could have done.
Of course, even though he sought the hydroplane, and found it lying
there in the field, he could not very well make any use of it so long as
Frank held the missing part in his possession.
But he could in a spirit of maliciousness so utterly destroy the planes,
and even injure the powerful little Kinkaid engine that it would be
practically fit only for the scrap-heap afterwards. And that was giving
Frank more or less concern, even while he continued to linger at the
farmhouse because Andy wished to prowl around a little while longer in
hopes of getting some clue to the location of the cache where the
thieves had hidden their plunder.
Sallie saw nothing strange in this apparent desire of Andy to hang
around. She was rather a pretty little thing, and of course knew it; so
that she may have believed the witchery of her attractions had more or
less to do with the matter.
Even when Frank asked so many queer questions about the absent boarder,
Sallie was not wise enough to understand that the boys Were much more
concerned about how Professor Whitesides amused himself, where his
favorite lounging places seemed to be, and all that, rather than in her
pretty face and merry laugh.
Her mother must have counted on having her assistance in carrying on her
task of putting up preserves in the kitchen, for once more she called to
Sallie to come and lend a hand for a few moments.
This left the two boys alone again, and gave them a chance for
exchanging views, which they were not slow to do.
"I guess he doesn't keep it around here, in this room, or anywhere close
by," was Andy's first remark.
Frank chuckled on hearing this.
"Oh! I see that you've got your mind set on recovering what was taken
from the bank. You're a mercenary fellow, Andy. But, then, since our
fathers have more or less interest in the same bank, which is going to
be mighty badly crippled if the cash and securities are not recovered
sooner or later, why, I can't blame you much. I'd like to run across the
loot myself, more than I can tell you."
"I'm only afraid that if the men are taken prisoners to night, when they
come to clean out the pay-car after it arrives in Bloomsbury, they'll
not have this other stuff with them, and will refuse to tell where it's
hidden. That will be just as bad for the bank as if they'd got away to
Canada with the swag, as the Chief calls it. I wish I knew how we could
track this Casper Blue to where the other yegg is hiding near the
biplane, and watch them until we saw where they had the cache. After
that we could just hang around, and when they started in a power-boat
perhaps for Bloomsbury, with Todd Pemberton at the wheel, we could do
something to make the biplane useless to them, and then toward evening
put for home ourselves."
Frank listened while the other ran all of this off, and evidently he was
more or less amused at what he heard.
"It's plain to be seen that you've been doing some tall thinking and
planning all this while, Andy," he remarked.
"But you'll admit, I guess, that if there was any way to carry out my
scheme, it would be a jim dandy idea," the other persisted.
"Of course; but that's where the trouble lies. Even if Casper did come
back, we never could track him through the woods and around the swamps
without his sooner or later discovering that he was being followed,
because we're not clever at that sort of thing. And once he got wind of
our being after him, chances are he'd lay some trap with his mate, into
which both of us would tumble headlong."
Andy scratched his head, and a look of doubt came upon his face.
"H'm! I wouldn't like that one little bit, and that's a fact, Frank," he
admitted, candidly. "If we fell into their hands and were kicked around
and then left tied up like a pair of mummies from the pyramids of Egypt,
while they went and cleaned out that pay-car, and sailed away for
Canda--oh! excuse me, if you please. Anything but that. The laugh would
sure be on the Bird boys. I don't mind posing once in a while as a hero;
but it would jar me a whole lot to know that people were pointing me
out, and telling how nicely these wonderful Bird boys had been taken in
and done for by a couple of traveling yeggs. Have it your own way,
Frank, and don't pay any attention to my silly schemes.
"Your ideas are all right, Andy, but the only trouble is they are too
strong for a couple of boys to carry out. I think we'd be wise to play
safe. More games are won in the long run that way, than by being dashing
and venturesome."
"Of course you're right, and as I've had my little fling, and got it out
of my system, let's work along the sensible lines you laid out, Frank."
That was just like Andy. He might occasionally seem to yearn to break
loose, and take a wild flight, but on second sober thought he nearly
always came back to his cousin's way of thinking.
Sallie still remained in the kitchen, so that they were able to keep on
talking without any fear of being interrupted or overheard.
"I'm wondering if Percy will ever have the chance to handle his Farman
biplane again," Andy went on to remark. "He seemed to set a great store
by it to offer such a nice fat reward for its return. And it's so brand
new that he hasn't had much of a chance to try it out. Wasn't he mad,
though, when he came racing along in that car looking for Chief Waller.
He looked as red as a turkey gobbler. Just to think that while he was up
there with three of his cronies trying to injure our machine, those
yeggs were fixing it all up so that they could get his biplane, if they
missed ours. It's a rich joke on Perc."
"Oh! I hope he gets it back again safe and sound," said Frank. "Life
would be rather tame for us around home here, if we didn't have Percy to
think about. For a long time, now, he's kept us guessing, and we'd feel
a little lonely if he gave up flying."
"Guess you're right there, Frank, it would seem humdrum like if we
didn't have to think of him every little while, and what new schemes he
was planning to get the better of the Bird boys. And say, some of his
games kind of dazzle a fellow, if only there wasn't so much meanness
about 'em. When Perc gets to hating a fellow he doesn't stop half way,
but goes the whole hog. Why, more than a few times he's given us a big
scare, trying to do some stunt that would make us look small; and at the
risk of sending us all down a thousand or two feet. After all, I'm
beginning to believe I'd sleep sounder if Percy Carberry took to some
other play, and let aeroplanes alone."
"Well, he seems just as wild about them as ever, and so I reckon he'll
just keep on bothering us to the end of the chapter. But what are you
looking at, Andy?" and Frank also turned his eyes down toward the fringe
of quince trees that marked the old lane leading to the barnyard from
the road.
"I thought I saw some one coming over there, and if it turned out to be
our good friend, the profess, p'raps we'd be wise to skip out before he
sighted us, Frank."
"Here, let's step back out of sight, anyhow, so as to be ready to slip
away if it is our man," and Frank drew his companion around the corner
of the house, from which point they could still keep watch over the
lane.
Half a minute later Andy whispered:
"There, I saw him again, Frank, and as sure as anything it must be
Casper. He's a little man, wearing brown glasses to keep the bright sun
from his eyes, and yes, he's carrying a butterfly catcher's net over his
shoulder. Shall we disappear?"
"I think that would be our best move, Andy; and lucky enough we've got
the chance to slip around here, and get back of the barn before he comes
along," with which the two boys hastened to follow out the plan
suggested.