CHAPTER XI.

WARNED OFF.

"I've been thinking it all over," said Giraffe, "and I've got it

arranged. You know our landlord isn't much on the American lingo, and I

expect to have some little trouble making him understand; but I'm

getting my hand in at this interpreter business, and I'll make it or

bust the boiler trying."

"Don't forget," cautioned the patrol leader, "to give him to understand

that we love the fresh air, and really prefer to sleep in the open,

being scouts. Yes, and you can hint at the same time that it would be a

serious thing for any rascals if they tried to steal our car."

"Do you suspect the landlord knows anything about the raid, if there is

going to be one?" asked Giraffe.

"Perhaps he doesn't," Thad told him, "but there's no harm giving him

that hint; he may manage to push it along and save us some excitement."

"Huh! that doesn't bother me any," remarked the other disdainfully; "you

know I live on excitement. But I'll try and do all you say, Thad."

He was gone some time, almost twenty minutes, and when he once more

appeared on the porch it was with his arms full of blankets. Bumpus was

sound asleep in his chair and breathing as peacefully as though safe at

home in his own bed.

"Gee! but I'm weak," said Giraffe, sinking down in a seat, the blankets

being dropped to the floor. "Oh! it isn't because of the heft of those

coverings, you know, but the way I had to work to get that old innkeeper

to understand. When he did finally get it through his head he was as

nice as pie about it--insisted on getting four clean blankets for us,

and hoped we'd have a pleasant night."

"Then that part is settled," remarked Hugh. "He took the money, of

course?"

"Sure thing, Thad. Did you ever hear of one of his kind shoving any cold

cash aside when it was offered to him?"

"Did he act as if he felt disappointed at our wanting to stand guard

over our old car?" asked Allan.

"Why, he tried to tell me that people were very honest around this

place, and never even fasten their doors. Fact is, you can't find a lock

in the inn, only a hook to keep the doors from flying open. But I must

say I couldn't see any sign of his being upset by our action."

"Then I reckon he doesn't know the plan of those men, if they do really

intend to try and run the car off," Thad concluded.

Giraffe yawned.

"I tell you, I'm as sleepy as they make 'em," he remarked. "Suppose we

trek over to the barn and get busy. Me for the hay."

"There's Bumpus here to be looked after," suggested Allan.

"He looks so happy it's a pity to wake him up," said Thad; "but of

course we couldn't think of leaving him here on the porch all night."

He shook Bumpus gently as he said this. The fat boy gave a grunt, but

beyond this there was no sign of life about him.

"Wake up, Bumpus!" said Thad, giving him a little rougher treatment.

"Oh! leave me alone, can't you?" grumbled the other; "'tain't mornin'

yet. When the coffee's ready I'll climb out, I tell you. Leave me be!"

Bumpus evidently imagined that he was in camp somewhere, with some of

his chums bent on routing him out at an unearthly early hour. Thad this

time gave him so sturdy a shake that Bumpus began to sit up and rub his

eyes.

"Hey! what's all this, anyway? Where am I at? I was dreaming that----"

he commenced, when the impatient Giraffe interrupted him.

"Never mind what you were dreaming, Bumpus; we're going out to the barn

to sleep, and, unless you want to be left alone here on the inn porch

the rest of the night, hump yourself and trot along with us. I've got a

blanket here for you, see?"

Of course Bumpus stirred himself at that. He quickly realized he was

indeed far away from the dearly beloved camp up on Silver Fox Island in

Omega Lake, near his home town of Cranford.

Once out at the so-called barn they began their simple preparations for

sleeping in the hay. The moon had arisen and flooded the world with

light on that August night. Everything looked so peaceful and lovely

that Thad found it hard to believe tens of thousands of human beings

were engaged in a terrible and sanguinary battle only a comparatively

few miles away from that spot.

Still, whenever he listened carefully, and the night wind happened to be

just right, it was easy for him to hear that uneasy grumbling which he

knew must come from the fighting line, where the Germans were battering

the steel fortresses at Liége day and night.

With the supply of petrol down to the last dregs, and a section of the

necessary working parts of the engine secreted, it would seem as though

thieves might have some trouble in carrying the car off, even if they

came to the barn. But Thad did not mean to take any chances.

When each of them had been apportioned his bed in the hay, within touch

of one another, Thad gave a few last instructions.

It was understood that no one was to do anything to betray their

presence until Thad uttered the signal. Even Bumpus had it sternly

impressed on his mind that if he felt a hand shaking him he was to

simply hold his breath and lie quiet, waiting for the next move.

Thad's little electric torch came in very handy in selecting their

sleeping quarters, though he did not use it more than was necessary.

Finally all settled down to get what sleep they could. Bumpus had been

forced to lie on his side so that he might not make any of those queer

snorting sounds which so often amused his fellow-campers, and frequently

excited their ire in the bargain.

Thad, being a light sleeper, expected to be aroused should any one open

the door. The sudden influx of moonlight was calculated to accomplish

this, but he did not depend on that alone. Having found a small, empty

tin can, he fixed it so there would be something doing in case the door

moved, enough noise made to arouse him, whereupon he could touch each of

the others.

Some time must have passed before Thad was awakened by this same small

clatter. He felt Allan move on one side of him, showing that the second

leader of the Silver Fox Patrol was on the alert.

"Give Giraffe a shake, Allan!" he whispered in the other's ear.

"It's all right, for he kicked me just then!" replied the other, in the

same cautious tone.

It only remained to arouse Bumpus. Thad would have let the fat scout

sleep right along, only he was afraid his heavy breathing might awaken

suspicion, and lead to an investigation before they were ready to spring

their surprise.

For once Bumpus proved to be on his guard when Thad bending over shook

him, and at the same time whispered in his ear:

"Wake up, Bumpus, and keep as still as a mouse!"

They lay there, hardly daring to breathe, for all of them could tell

that some one was opening the wide doors of the barn, since the

moonlight began to flood the interior. It was quite thrilling for the

boys to be lying there straining their eyes so as to see to advantage.

Dark figures flitted in through the opening. They could hear

low-muttered words, and might have understood what the intruders were

saying only that none of the scouts happened to be up in the Flemish

language, which was like so much Greek to them.

But from the fact that the prowlers immediately gathered around the car

and seemed to be once more examining the same, it was easy to understand

their motives at any rate.

Thad waited to make sure that their night visit might not have been

caused by some other motive than a desire to steal the property of

himself and chums. When after considerable fussing around he saw that

the men were actually starting to push the car outside, he knew it was

folly to hold back any longer.

So Thad gave the signal. The other three had doubtless been waiting,

like hounds held in the leash, for the call to arms. Instantly Allan and

Giraffe sprang erect, while poor, clumsy Bumpus, trying to be

exceptionally swift, got his feet entangled and actually rolled out into

full view.

Thad instantly turned his torch upon the astounded schemers. The

intensity of that white glow must have done much to demoralize them. If

anything more were needed, it was supplied when the three figures

extended their right hands and seemed to be covering the intruders with

what looked like dangerous pistols.

"Get out of this, you rascals, or we'll open fire, and shoot you down

like dogs!" Thad shouted, and the whole three of them waved their

weapons in a most suggestive manner that could not well be mistaken.

It is of course doubtful whether those fellows understood a single word

of that dreadful threat. They did know, however, that they were caught

nicely in the act of stealing other people's property, and that safety

could only be secured by a hasty departure.

It was surprising the way in which they vanished through the open doors.

Even the big man mentioned by Giraffe as being equal to three of Bumpus

seemed to slip away as if on wings of fear. So the four scouts were left

to shake hands with each other over their great victory.

"It was almost too easy," said Giraffe, who seemed disappointed because

he had not been able to get in a single blow.

Still Thad said they should be satisfied with having chased the thieves

off, and in this fashion saved their property. He fastened the doors

again, set his tin-can trap, and told the others he was going to finish

his sleep out, as he did not fear any further annoyance.

In fact, the balance of that night passed without anything happening to

arouse the four chums. Morning found them ready for breakfast, and

congratulating each other on the success of their little game.

"We'd be out a car, such as it is, this morning," asserted Allan, "if we

hadn't camped out here."

"Don't suppose we'll ever know just what they meant to do with her,"

suggested Bumpus; "and we don't care much, either. When a fellow's been

robbed it doesn't matter to him what becomes of the stuff. But seems to

me I smell cooking going on."

That was enough to excite Bumpus, and Giraffe as well. They were soon

enjoying a hearty breakfast, and as the landlord asked no questions they

did not think it worth while to tell him about the night alarm.

The next problem was to secure a supply of petrol. While there was no

scarcity of the fluid as yet, still every one who owned any seemed to

suspect that the time was near at hand when it would become very

valuable, especially if German raiders overran this part of Belgium, and

commandeered every gallon they could discover.

Upon asking the landlord he put them on the track, and in the end they

were able to purchase just five gallons, at about three times the usual

price. Still this would enable them to make a start, and there was

always hope that they could pick up a further supply as they went along,

even if it had to be in driblets, a gallon here and another there, to

eke out.

Leaving the roadside inn, the boys were feeling in fairly high spirits,

especially Giraffe, who declared that with such luck on their side they

were bound to get to Antwerp some way or other, sooner or later.

"I tell you we're just bound to do it," he said, with spirit, as they

moved along the road, "and if all other channels are blocked, what's to

hinder us backing up again and crossing the border into Holland? We

could make our way to Rotterdam, and there take a small boat through the

inside passages to the Schelde River, so as to get to Antwerp all right.

So keep that in your mind, Bumpus--when the Silver Fox boys settle on

doing a thing it has to come, that's all!"

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