THE BIRD BOYS IN LUCK.
It was certainly an exciting moment all around.
Even the usually cool Frank felt a thrill pass over him, as he
contemplated the frantic efforts of the aeroplane to leave its
anchorage, and take a maiden spin through the balmy atmosphere of that
July night.
Both the Frenchmen were spluttering with dismay and rage. One of them
believed that something must have happened to the machinery of the
monoplane, and his outcries were hurled against the “fool boys” who had
believed they could produce a flier capable of making good.
But Jules, who had had much experience with such things, knew
differently. He easily recognized in those tugs and jerks a willingness
on the part of the little air craft to mount upward, if given a fair
chance.
So Jules, having shut off the futile power, was now climbing down
from his seat bent upon investigation. Of course he must speedily
discover the smart trick that had been played upon them, whereby the
“sky-lofter” had been pinned down to earth by a mere lumber chain, and
a castoff hitching post.
What then? Would he endeavor to break loose from the anchor; or on the
other hand might they expect that he would dash toward the shed where
two boys were giving tongue by now at the top of their strong voices,
calling for help?
Andy still gripped that big monkey wrench. In a pinch he believed it
would not prove a bad thing to cling to, and might make an effective
weapon of defense. And Frank had groped around until he once more found
the billet of wood which he had laid down upon issuing forth upon his
recent errand.
They saw Jules finally land upon the ground. Thanks to the moon for
being so accommodating, there was now an abundance of light, and they
could see everything.
So could Jules. He immediately discovered just why the sturdy little
engine of the aeroplane, which had excited his ardent admiration a
short time before, proved unable to break away from the near vicinity
of the hangar.
He was evidently so excited, and “flustrated,” as Andy afterwards
termed it, that he came near having a fit. The boys indeed thought
he was choking, from the many strange sounds that broke forth from
his throat; but this was only Jules’ way of trying to jumble every
expletive he could think of into one solid mass.
No need to tell him to whom they owed this failure of their brilliant
scheme for slipping away from those who were searching far and wide to
find them. The series of outcries from the open doors of the hangar
gave the secret away.
The second robber had by this time managed to release himself from
his seat; for being in fear lest he should topple out of the reeling
aeroplane Jean had apparently fastened himself in by means of a handy
rope.
He, too, showed signs of tremendous excitement, nor could he be blamed,
since by this time there were symptoms to indicate that the entire
community had been aroused by the whoops of the two boys. Lights
flashed in various windows of the nearest houses, and the hoarse voices
of men could be heard calling to each other.
Apparently, unless Jules and his companion made haste to vanish, they
were apt to be surrounded, and their escape cut off.
A light that had been moving speedily along the road suddenly made a
swerve, and turned into the field at the gate. It had the brilliancy
of electricity, and was undoubtedly the acetylene searchlight on a
motorcycle.
“The police are coming!” shouted Frank several times, at the top of his
voice. Of course this was only a mere guess on his part, but he thought
it would do no harm to add to the alarm of the two rogues, and confuse
them more than ever. There was no longer a possibility that they would
attack the boys, for the time would not allow of such a thing. Nor
could they by any means manage to detach the coveted monoplane from its
secure anchorage. Hence, the only thing left was for them to run while
the chance remained.
The man on the motorcycle was coming straight toward the shed. Though
possibly his machine wobbled more or less on the far from smooth field,
he knew how to keep his seat. More than that, he even managed to
discharge a pistol in the air, for the purpose of assuring those who
called for help that assistance was near at hand.
That finished the panicky condition of Jules and his confederate. They
knew now that it was indeed an officer of the law who had happened, so
fortunately for the owners of the aeroplane, to be passing when the
alarm was given. Doubtless, in their excited imagination, they could
picture a dozen similar guardians of the peace surrounding the field;
and they may even have believed that they had walked into a trap, of
which the wonderful little airship was the bait.
Everything was forgotten but the fact of their peril. Jules shouted in
a voice as shrill as a siren that his comrade was to take to his heels,
and run for all he was worth. And so they made off, running like a pair
of foxes with a pack of hounds in full cry.
As if by some prearranged system they separated in making their flight.
Doubtless this was done to confuse pursuit; and they could meet again,
if lucky enough to get clean away, at some appointed rendezvous.
Frank stopped shouting. There was quite enough racket already, he
thought, and the one aim of their combined chorus had been attained,
since the thieves were in full flight. Besides, he was rather short of
breath.
“Shucks! they’ve got away!” declared Andy, visibly chagrined; as if he
had begun to cherish a hope that the pair of precious rascals might be
captured through a combination of all forces, some of the glory falling
to the Bird boys.
“Yes, but the police will be hot on the track after this exposure,”
said Frank. “You see, they will know now just where to take up the
trail. If they had a pair of good dogs they could easily run those
fellows down now.”
“What’s all this racket mean?” asked the man on the motorcycle, as he
jumped out of his saddle, and leaned forward to stare at the two boys,
who must have presented rather a strange picture just then, seeing that
they were clad only in their striped pajamas, and barefooted.
“It was those two robbers who cleaned out Leffingwell’s place!” replied
Andy, with his usual impetuosity. “They wanted to steal our new
aeroplane in order to escape. One of them is Jules, the French aviator,
who knows all about airships, and can tell a good one when he sees it.”
By this time other men were beginning to come panting to the spot.
They were neighbors of Colonel Josiah’s, hastily clad, and bearing all
manner of arms, from an old double-barrel shotgun to an up-to-date
Marlin repeating rifle. A stableman even carried a two-pronged hay
fork, with which he was making wicked lunges in the air, as in
imagination he speared desperate foes.
“Don’t you know us, Joe Green?” asked Frank, recognizing the officer.
“Why, bless my soul,” said the man, “if it ain’t Frank Bird, and
Andy, too! Is this your aeroplane, boys? And you say those slippery
rascals were trying to get away with it, meanin’ to slip out of the
county by the air route? No use chasing after ’em now, because they’ve
disappeared from sight. But I’ll get in touch with the Chief over the
phone, and have him come out here with more men.”
Even Colonel Josiah put in an appearance, clad in a wonderful Japanese
dressing gown of gorgeous colors, and waving in one hand a tremendous
sixshooter that no doubt had a history of its own.
“What happened?” he cried, as he limped, crutch and all, into the
little circle surrounding the two boys. “Let me get a chance at the
rogues, and I’ll settle their hash! Who are they, and what have they
been trying to do, Andy, my lad?”
Half a dozen voices tried to explain at once.
“Stop!” shouted the old man, waving his crutch like the baton of a
band master. “Let Andy speak. He was on the spot, and ought to know.
We don’t want hearsay evidence in this court. Now, lad, what’s all the
blooming row?”
So Andy had to once more tell how they had been aroused by the sounds
of some one trying to get into the shed; how they crouched under
the workbench while the two bold robbers examined the monoplane, and
determined to sail away in it, so as to leave no trail behind that
could be followed--and finally how Frank had conceived his brilliant
scheme for balking this evil intention.
Every eye was of course turned upon the chain and anchor, and men began
to even chuckle when the full force of Frank’s design was understood.
“A clever dodge, my lad,” said Colonel Josiah, after he had bent down
and examined the novel method of holding a runaway monoplane. “I never
knew a smarter trick to be turned on the spur of the moment. It does
you credit, hanged if it doesn’t. And are you sure they did no harm to
your machine?”
“I am confident that they had no time to think of that, sir,” replied
Frank, who was now beginning to think of getting more clothes on him,
if this audience were to be prolonged.
“That’s lucky, yes, deuced lucky,” declared the anxious colonel, who
seemed to be about as much concerned over the safety of the monoplane
as the builders themselves. “But what is this you’ve got here, boys?
All ready to make a journey, were you, and take your grips along?”
Frank and Andy sprang forward. Apparently up to now they had quite
forgotten a very important fact, until it was thus forcibly brought to
their attention by the words of the veteran traveler.
One look they gave into the body of the air craft. Then they reached
out their right hands, as if governed by some mutual inspiration.
“Shake!” said Frank, with a laugh; “sure we’re in great luck after all,
cousin!”
So they were; for in their great haste to depart to safer regions the
two robbers had quite forgotten to carry off the suit-cases containing
their plunder!