DROPPING A "BOMB!"
"Oh! we've started to swoop down on them! Honest to goodness, I don't
believe they're more 'n half as far ahead as they were, Frank!" cried
Andy, thrilled by the sight of the other biplane being so near.
"Just about that," said Frank, quietly, the busy motor having decreased
its merry hum, so that they could talk without raising their voices very
much.
"Then you must have let out an extra kink, did you, Frank, when I was
busy with my bombs?" demanded the other.
"Oh! no," came the answer, "the fact of the matter is, Andy, they have
dropped off a lot of their speed, and that's how we covered space
quicker."
"Something gone wrong with Percy's new Gnome engine, then, has it; and
he blew his horn so about what wonders it was going to do? Huh!" and
Andy chuckled in his boyish delight.
"No, I don't believe that is the reason they've slackened their speed,
Andy."
"Trying to save gasolene, then?" pursued the other.
"Hardly that, either, Andy."
"Oh! now I see what you mean, Frank; the poor old greenhorn's got cold
feet, and is making Casper slow down. He thinks that there's less chance
of a tumble if the speed is reduced; just as if that could make any
particular difference."
"I reckon you're away off yet," persisted Frank.
"Then, for goodness' sake won't you tell me what they have cut notches
out of their speed for; because I'm all balled up, and blessed if I can
think of another thing! Oh! look at that, Frank! Sure as anything I saw
a puff of smoke then. There must be something the matter with their
engine, and they're getting scared. I wouldn't be surprised a mite to
see them settle right away, and try to land."
"Well, you saw smoke all right, and if you'd listened sharp, you'd have
heard a sassy little bark at the same time, Andy."
"A what, Frank?"
"Call it a snarl, then. Take up your glasses, Andy, and look; while I
drop out even a little more of our speed, so we'll fall back further."
Hardly had Andy clapped the glasses to his eyes than he gave vent to an
exclamation of mingled amazement and alarm.
"That greenhorn is looking this way, Frank, and as sure as goodness he's
pointing at us right now. Oh! he did something then, for I saw another
puff of smoke, and it came right from his hand. Why, he's shooting at
us, Frank! That must be a gun he's got in his hand, and he's trying to
hit us! If our motor didn't keep up such a constant whirl we might have
heard the whine of that lead when it went singing past us!"
"Yes, perhaps we might," Frank went on to say, composedly.
"But what can we do?" demanded the other, nervously.
"Nothing more than decrease our own speed as often as they do, and play
the game of tag backwards. If they get going it too strong, why, just as
I said before, I'll turn tail, and head back toward Bloomsbury, daring
them to follow, which you can be sure they won't, because our town is a
mighty unhealthy place just now for Casper Blue and his pal. There! he
fired again."
"That makes three times he's tried it, Frank!"
"And I guess he can try the other three without doing us any damage,
Andy."
"You believe that, do you?" asked the one spoken to.
"Sure thing," Frank replied positively. "Why, it would be one chance in
ten thousand that he could strike any part of our aeroplane at that
distance, going as both of us are, and with only a revolver. I'd be
willing to let him blaze away all day, without being a bit afraid. But
I'm bound that the two air crafts must keep at least this distance
apart."
The man in the other airship did fire three more times, but without any
success whatever. And as though the rival navigator realized that
Frank's tactics would effectually prevent his coming into closer contact
with the pursuing craft, he no longer tried to close in, but increasing
his speed, was quickly about the old distance away.
Whereupon Frank Bird also hit up the pace cautiously.
"That's the ticket!" cried out Andy, presently. "I guess we're holding
our own again now. For a little while I began to be afraid that they
were going to just make us take their dust, and give us the merry ha-ha,
vanishing in the distance. But now I know you've got the twist of the
thing down fine, Frank, and can haul up on the biplane, or drop back,
just as you feel like."
For a long time they kept on, neither saying anything, for talking is
always more or less of an effort when speeding along in an aeroplane,
with the wind striking one in the face.
Frank had had no time to fully adjust the muffler which he usually wore
about his neck when about to soar to a dizzy height, so he would have to
do the best he could; and besides, there was little chance of the other
aeroplane venturing to bore upward to any unusual degree, all the
efforts of the bank thieves being directed toward making their escape.
He did have his goggles adjusted, however, which was a good thing, since
his eyes must have watered very much from the cold air; and this is
considered an ever present source of danger to one who manipulates the
levers of a mile-a-minute aeroplane.
"We seem to have dropped a good deal lower, Frank," remarked Andy, after
another space of time had elapsed.
"Yes," remarked the pilot, tersely.
"And I'm looking now for a good chance to make use of one of my bombs;
don't you think it's about time to try the scheme out?" Andy continued.
"Just as you feel like," replied Frank.
"Then at the very next town, or place that looks like it had telephone
connection with the outside world, I'm going to have a try. Might have
done it when we passed over that last place where the people were all
waving things up at us, and we could just hear a confused shouting. I
bet you, Frank, they just thought this was a regular air contest, with a
prize offered to the winner."
"Well, it is," observed the other. "If we win, we take back our
prisoners; and on the other hand, if they come out first best they get
away to Canada with their liberty and their plunder. Yes, it's a race,
all right, Andy, a test of skill and endurance; and perhaps the best man
will win."
"Then I know who that will be," declared Andy, enthusiastically.
"Don't be too sure," warned Frank, though it must have pleased him to
know that he possessed the fullest confidence of his cousin and chum,
who had been his constant companion on so many expeditions, and must
understand him like a book.
"What if they keep everlastingly at it, and night comes on?" asked
Andy, presently.
"Well, there's the moon, though I don't like chasing along this way
after sundown; and if we're put to it, we've got our fine search-light,
you must remember," Frank replied.
"There, I believe we're going to pass right over another town, Frank!"
"It does look that way, for a fact," admitted the other. "Casper doesn't
see any reason why he should bother changing his set course due north
because he happens to pass a few towns away up here in the northern end
of the State. Let the people stare all they want to. He's been used to
having crowds gape at him, you know, and rather likes it. Besides, if he
gets away, what does it matter?"
Andy prepared himself for the little job he had on hand.
As he had practiced throwing stones from the aeroplane while at a great
height, just to see how near he could come to hitting a certain place
far below, so as to ascertain what chance aviators would have of making
bombs tell in war times, the boy believed he would be able to drop his
message pretty accurately in some open place, close to where the
townspeople were clustered. And seeing it fall, some one would be sure
to hurry over to secure the mysterious object.
"Here goes our old broken wrench, which has been hanging around so
long!" declared Andy, as, leaning carefully over, he measured distances
with his eye, and suddenly let the object slip, taking care to make all
allowances for their speed.
This is more of a trick than most boys would suppose. The next time you
are on a speeding electric car throw a stone at a telegraph pole just as
you are passing it, and see how much beyond the missile will alight,
because of the momentum it received because of the fact of its starting
from the moving car.
Andy had this pretty well figured out, and knew just when to launch his
weighted message. He turned his head, and tried to follow it downward as
well as he was able because of the fluttering white paper.
"It's going straight there, Frank, I do believe!" he exclaimed, as he
managed to get the powerful glasses up to his eyes, and fairly followed
the progress of the message, though quickly losing it again. "Yes, and
the crowd there on the green must see it coming, because already a bunch
of boys has started to jump that way. They'll find it easy enough,
Frank. Now, what d'ye think of that for a successful bomb throw?"
"Good enough for you, Andy," was the hearty response. "And we'll have to
take it as a sign that we're going to come out of this scrape as we
generally do, with our colors flying."
Frank usually allowed himself to feel the fullest belief in his own
abilities; at the same time he always wished to avoid over-confidence.
Again time passed on, and the hum of the busy motor was the only sound
that came to the ears of the two young aviators. They were again making
nearly full speed; though Andy felt pretty confident that, had it been
necessary for Frank to coax an additional unit or two of "hurry" from
the gallant little Kinkaid engine, it would respond to his efforts.
"My! but we must have covered a lot of distance since we started," was
the next remark from Andy. "How long do you suppose we've been going,
Frank?"
"Look and see. It was just five minutes after one when we left the field
on the Hoskins farm, Andy."
"Two hours, Frank; now, what d'ye think of that? Why, I never would have
believed it if you'd told me. Do you think my watch has jumped on
ahead?
"No, because we've been hustling right along all of that time, I guess,
Andy."
"Keeping everlastingly at it, and headed due north all the while," said
Andy.
"As straight as a die; they never varied their course even a little bit,
as far as I could see," the pilot declared.
"But we've covered an awful lot of apace, Frank!"
"I guess you're right there," admitted the one addressed.
"And, Frank, if we keep on this way, and nothing happens, we ought to
sight the big lake away; ahead there inside of 'half an hour more, I
should think?" Andy ventured to say, and he was thrilled when his
companion, turning toward him just at that moment, went on to say:
"Perhaps in less time than that, Andy; with the glasses you might
glimpse it even now!"