THE STAGE SET FOR BATTLE
“Hey! you, lay off that stuff!” was the way Perk exploded, even as he
made a wild dash across the floor, and clutched the reckless Simeon by
the arm, dragging him back into the room by sheer strength.
The other struggled but feebly perhaps he was really horrified at the
desperate chances he had been about to take.
“Say, you must be goofy, Hawkins, to try that sort o’ game!” Perk went
on scornfully, as the wretched man writhed on the floor where he had
flung him. “Don’t you know it’s two stories down to the roof o’ that
extension; an’ chances are you’d a got a broken neck, or leg, in the
drop. Better make up your mind to take the medicine an’ stand it.”
Jack of course had been aroused at the first movement of his chum, and
sat up in bed watching the actions of the other.
“Trying to take leg bail, was he, Perk?” he remarked. “You can hardly
blame the poor dick, come to think of it because he’s rubbing up against
a tough proposition. Better put the bracelets on him again, and tie his
ankles together he might get loco, and try to jump out of a window, just
to end it all and that would be too bad.”
Simeon, utterly cowed and silent, made no resistance when Perk followed
out his pal’s advice. There were several hours of the night still
remaining, and they might as well secure such sleep as lay in their
power, since no one could predict what sort of strenuous activity
awaited them in the near future.
Came morning, and the two air detectives were stirring.
“Another right fine mornin’ for us,” Perk remarked, blithely, as he
looked out of the window, and made a grimace at seeing what a nasty drop
had awaited the desperate prisoner had he succeeded in carrying out his
plan.
“Oh! that’s the usual program, I understand, out here on the Coast,”
Jack told him. “Hardly ever see any rain in this blessed country; that’s
why they have to depend on irrigation for their crops.”
“Plenty to keep us hoppin’ today, I kinder guess, partner, eh, what?”
volunteered Perk, as he started dressing, after removing the stout cords
that had been wrapped about the lower limbs of the Federal prisoner.
“You never said truer words, boy,” Jack added “got to settle about this
business of having our friend here held until the gate’s been crashed,
and our scoop put through. Then I mean to have a good talk with several
people in the Government offices, who can give us a few points that so
far we’ve been missing. You can’t pick up too much information when
aiming to stack up against smart lads like this Slippery Slim. He’s got
so many eyes on the watch the chap who expects to corral _him_ must get
up right early in the morning, and pull the wires in a dozen different
directions. I’d a heap rather overdo the matter of taking precautions
than to let just one ragged end get loose, for a game like this is only
as strong as its weakest link.”
“Do we eat here, or look up a restaurant?” asked Perk, quite naturally,
since it was the easiest thing in the world for his thoughts to turn
toward the subject of catering to the loud demands of his stomach, when
the usual time for meals came around.
“On the whole I reckon it’d be as well for us to stick around, and have
breakfast fetched up here,” suggested jack. “I’ll step down presently,
and see if it can be managed.”
“Just as you say, partner,” Perk told him, grinning, to add: “Make her
two fried eggs and a rasher o’ bacon for me; also a big cup o’ coffee
with a stack o’ wheats done brown. Say, you might add some toast, and an
orange, seein’ that this is California, an’ a feller ought to patronize
the fruit industry when happenin’ to visit the Coast country. Guess that
ought to fill a vacuum okay, old hoss.”
“Leave it to me, Perk, and you’ll never starve to death I’m a good
provider, and Uncle Sam foots the chuck wagon bill.”
When later on two waiters appeared laden down with a mass of dishes,
Perk grinned some more, and looked quite joyous; for the odor of coffee
and bacon always pleased his sense of smell as nothing else could.
Poor Simeon had apparently about decided to make the best of a bad
bargain, for he began sniffing as though the idea of breakfast appealed
to him—he certainly needed something to brace him up.
Along about ten o’clock they prepared to set out for the offices of the
Federal forces in Los Angeles. Simeon had finally given his word not to
make any further attempt at escape. Jack had been talking seriously with
the fellow ever since breakfast, trying to squeeze further information
from him, and holding out hope that if he “came clean” he might yet be
allowed to go back to his family after the Government had made use of
him to send the leaders in the wide flung conspiracy to prison for long
terms.
Again a convenient taxi was called upon to convey the trio to their
intended destination. Both Jack and Perk evinced considerable curiosity
concerning the unfamiliar sights on the streets. They asked numerous
questions of the driver, who chanced to be a communicative sort of
fellow, and filled them up with information about the sunny queen city
of the Coast.
It was not long before Jack’s magical passport, sanctioned by the Big
Boss at Washington, brought them in contact with several high officials
who apparently had been secretly apprized of their presence in the West,
and had also been requested to afford the two daring sky detectives all
the assistance possible in carrying out their plan of campaign.
So it came about that Simeon was taken off their hands, after the story
of his capture had been told. Jack secured a promise that the man would
be lightly dealt with because of the valuable aid he had already
afforded the sleuth-hounds of the air branch of the Law.
Both of them shook hands with the pitiful looking chap as he was taken
away by a marshal who had been summoned and who would see that he was
kept aloof from all other prisoners until his testimony was wanted in
court.
After that they fell into a general talk, Jack telling the deeply
interested officials about the stirring adventures befalling himself and
Perk since they first struck Atlanta, where the drive really had its
beginning.
In return he was given such information as had been gathered in
connection with more recent happenings along the line of Slippery Slim’s
operations and the fact of the matter was there always seemed to be
fresh outbreaks of the bogus money disease in this or that part of the
whole Southwest, as new agents started to work virgin territory until by
this time the greatest unrest and uneasiness existed among all
Government ranks.
The balance of that day the two pals put in taking a look around the
city, visiting Hollywood, and seeing a number of movie stars whom they
recognized from familiarity with their faces on the silver screen at
various times.
Jack paid another visit to Federal Headquarters on the succeeding day,
to gather up all loose ends, and decide on his plans while Perk took
himself off to look up some old friend, who, he understood, was making
good in one of the new big pictures.
They met again late in the afternoon, with Perk displaying signs of
nervous tension for almost the first thing he said to his chum was in
the shape of a leading question, which Jack undoubtedly anticipated,
knowing Perk’s headlong nature as he did, and the habit of the other for
seeking speedy action.
“Wal, what’s the good word, old hoss—when do we skip out from here, if
so be it’s all set?”
“No more hanging fire, brother,” Jack assured him, smilingly “we’re
loaded for bear this time, sure pop. I’ve been out at the airport, and
had a full tank of gas put aboard the crate as well as all that stuff
you sent over so’s to keep us from, starving to death.”
“Bully boy!” crowed the delighted Perk; “jest can’t come any too soon to
please me. I’m only cravin’ a chanct for a set-to with the head o’ this
flim-flam bunch, who’s laughed at the Government boys just once too
often. Is it tonight, boss?”
“Midnight ought to see us several hundred miles on our way, if all goes
well,” Jack told him, not displaying any outward signs of jubilation
himself, although he undoubtedly must be thrilled by the thought of how
they were now about to put everything to the test, and match their wits
against that astute schemer, for whom the Federal prison doors were
yawning so widely.
“You never gimme sweeter words, old pal!” Perk was saying, backed up by
one of his most hideous grins.