CHAPTER IV

PERK HAS AN ADVENTURE

Perk might have been observed swelling out his chest somewhat, as though

this praise on the part of his ally went straight to his head like rich

wine.

"I done tole him it was all up to yeou, Mister Warrington--seein' as

haow I was jest a humble air pilot aworkin' fur yeou---we might be in

Atlanta a hull week, mebbe so, fur all I knowed."

"That was another clever thing for you to say, brother," Jack assured

him, only too ready to praise when praise was due; "it might serve to

throw him off the scent; but no matter how long or how short our stay

chances to be, I've a hunch we're bound to see more than we want of that

nosey chap. Like most of his breed he means to find out all he can,

either to make a story that will give his readers a fine kick; or on the

other hand, if he does happen to be one of that syndicate's paid spies,

to learn who and what we really are, and why we're in Atlanta, coming

out of the west--for I reckon he saw our first approach this same day,

and jotted that fact down in his mind."

"He done tried hard to start me talkin' 'baout yeour business, so I jest

had to tell him as haow yeow was on'y sportin' fo' sport, an' undecided

whether to go on daown to hunt black bears in the canebrakes o' Ole

Louisiana; or else strike aout fo' Currituck Sound on the coast, to git

a whack at the wild geese an' swans as kin be shot on the club

preserves."

"You couldn't have done better any way you tried, brother," warmly

commended Jack, whacking the other on his back, and causing him to

fairly glow with satisfaction. "Only I hope he didn't catch on about

that three distinct language business I was speaking about not so long

ago."

Perk shook his head briskly in the negative.

"I was mighty keerful not to say _too_ much, partner," he continued;

"with him afirin' questions at me like the rat-tat-tat o' a machine-gun.

So I pays fo' my soda, an' tells the youngster I gotter hurry back to

where yeou was awaitin' fo' me to unpack the bags; an' with that I

leaves him right whar he was standin', lookin' at me outen them sharp

eyes o' hisn like he'd bore into me with a gimlet, so's to know

ever'thing I had in my head. That sap is certain sure the mos'

uncomfortable bird to run across when yeou got a secret up yeour sleeve,

I ever did tackle."

"I can well believe you, brother," observed the relieved Jack. "Chances

are you've left him in something of an uncertain frame of mind; but as

he's built on the pattern of a bloodhound, he isn't meaning to give up

the scent as long as we're within his reach. That forces me to decide on

skipping from Atlanta as soon as possible, for he's marked

'dangerous--keep out.'"

"What's next on the programme, Mister?" asked Perk, satisfied to have

come out of his little adventure with credit, and nothing like reproof

from the pal whose good opinion he coveted so much.

"I must leave you here for an hour or so, and keep my appointment with

Mr. Justice, although I hardly expect him to give me anything like the

full details of the work ahead of us--that must wait until we get to

Charleston, when everything will be laid before us; together with coast

charts issued by the Government from surveys carried out by experienced

geographers, and which we can rely upon to the fullest extent."

"I done reckons then, partner, yeou got yeour plans fixed up in case he

is alayin' fo' yeou somewhars, eh, what?"

Jack chuckled as if amused.

"I understand how you're referring to our enterprising young scribe on

one of Atlanta's lively papers; and especially vigilant in connection

with air travel matters at Candler Field--nothing would please me more

than to take him on, and give him a whirl or so. I think I can play my

part as a millionaire sportsman to the dot, and give him a mouthful

that's apt to set him wondering more than ever. I might even invite him

to dine with us, say tomorrow evening at the Grady here, when he will be

at liberty to ask all the questions he wants about my love for outdoor

sports, and so on--that would be a good joke on the slick lad, since

we'll be on our way east many hours before that time."

"Gosh all hemlock! but say, wouldn't that be rich, though; an' what

wouldn't I give to be close by, an' hear haow yeou stuffed the duffer,"

Perk went on to gush, surveying his companion with eyes that fairly

glowed with sincere admiration.

"Lock the door, and under no consideration allow any one to enter while

I'm away. Just say you're tremendously engaged, and can't be disturbed,

if that everlasting busybody shows up."

"Huh! jest trust me to lay the same aout if he gets too fresh," grunted

Perk with a menacing ring to his voice. "Course I wouldn't knock him any

what yeoud call physically, only shut him up, an' send him off to mind

his own business."

"When I come back we can have another little chin, for I promise to keep

you fully posted from now on, concerning everything connected with the

big game. After that we'll have a full dinner, and decide about pulling

out of Atlanta while the going is good."

"Tonight, does yeou mean, partner?" queried Perk, craftily.

"Possibly, yes," came the ready reply. "We'll take a look over the

afternoon _Journal_, and see what sort of flying weather is offered for

the next twelve hours; and if at all favorable we can make our plans

accordingly, so as to jump off before midnight. Candler Field is kept

fully lighted nights, with so many ships of all types coming and going,

on schedule and otherwise, that there'll be no difficulty about that

part of the deal."

"Huh! which makes me remember I done got a copy o' that same paper when

I was in the drugstore," explained Perk, pulling it out of his pocket as

he spoke; "so I kin be amusin' myself while yeou're gone. I'll suck

every bit o' weather information outen the paper, bet yeour boots, so's

to be all primed when yeou come back; it'll be suppertime 'baout then,

an' right naow I'm feelin' them grippin' pains daown below, sech as

allers warns me the fires they need stokin', so's to keep the engine

workin' full speed."

This arrangement pleased Jack perfectly; he realized how Perk was apt to

be more or less "fidgetty," and it was just as well he had something to

read while standing guard over their luggage, so as to keep his mind

from other subjects.

Jack waited outside for a brief space of time, and thus heard the key

being duly turned in the lock, which relieved him of any further anxiety

concerning the one left behind.

Perk, left to his own devices, settled down in an easy-chair to make

himself comfortable. Beginning with the first page he read everything

that had any promise of interest, applying himself particularly to such

items as covered aviation matters. As is the case in these enlightened

days of intense activity in air circles, he came upon a number of brief

articles along those lines, all of which he absorbed with deepest

interest.

Then for five or ten minutes he allowed himself to sit there, his mind

filled with the magnitude of aerial inventions that had been sprung on

the market within the last ten years; and marveled at the vast gap

separating the bustling present with those lean years when he was

serving his country over in France, attached to the observation corps,

with their clumsy sausage balloons that could be let soar at a limited

height, and then drawn down by rope and windlass when some enemy

threatened their safety.

Arousing himself presently Perk next busied himself in searching the

columns of his paper for the latest weather report, especially as

concerned the promises for flying craft.

Eventually he found what he was after, and read the report most eagerly.

To his delight it seemed to be favorable throughout the coming night, a

fact of considerable importance to all air mail pilots, as well as

others who were contemplating going aloft while the night lasted.

People passed the door of the room from time to time; and twice Perk had

an idea some one was fumbling at the lock; but concluded it might have

been some tenant of a neighboring room, either going out, or coming in,

for at least nothing suspicious followed, and he breathed easy again.

The hour had just about slipped by when he caught footsteps he knew

right well; as he listened he heard them stop before the locked door;

then came a light tap, and he caught Jack's voice:

"Wally, it's me--Warrington, you know!"

"Okay, suh!" sang out the one within, as he stepped over and turned the

key.

"How about it, partner--anything happened since I left?" Jack asked

softly, after he had again turned the key in the lock.

"Not any; suh--an' I ketched the weather report in the dinged paper,

which gives us the pleasin' information as haow it's bound to be halfway

decent this same night, with wind from the southwest up at three

thousand feet ceilin', which makes things look kinder promisin', I'd

say, suh."

"That settles it then, buddy; we'll get a move on, and climb out before

twelve. Might as well strike Charleston with as little delay as

possible, for we'll possibly have to hang around that place some time,

tuning up our new crate to know its possibilities. Besides, I've a

feeling this town wont be big enough to hold both us, and that cub of a

reporter, and keep him from whiffing some of our secrets with that

inquisitive nose of his."

Perk grinned.

"Strikes me, partner, yeou done run up against that nosey critter, same

like I done, aint that a fack, suh?"

Jack drew a card out of his vest pocket and tossed it on the table near

which the pair of them were just then seated.

"That's the card he pressed into my hand, with the name of his sheet on

the same. We've an appointment to dine with him here at the Grady

tomorrow night, when he will be at liberty to ask as many questions as

he pleases, connected with a rich sportsman's love for the game fields."

"Hot-diggetty-dig!" spluttered Perk, fairly aghast; but without waiting

for him to say another word Jack continued, with a chuckle:

"Always providing we are still in Atlanta at that time. Yes, I gave him

a nice little run for his money--led him on interesting journeyings, and

along pleasant ways. He fell for it all, as far as I could judge; and

probably I managed to get the fish well hooked; but they're a slippery

bunch, these newspaper chaps, and can give the best detective points, to

beat him in the end in solving the great mystery. I'm leery of the whole

tribe, partner--you never can tell whether you're stringing them, or

they are playing you, giving you line so as to bring you up with a round

turn eventually. We shake off Atlanta's dust by midnight, brother--and

that goes!"

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