SUSPICION
"F-f-frank!" stammered the new arrival, as he actually fell off his
wheel, allowing the same to drop in a heap on the turf.
"That's me; what d'ye want, Nat?" asked the one addressed; as he
assumed a reassuring air, knowing what a terrible mess the wretched
stutterer often made of his attempt at speech, especially when he
happened to be excited.
Nat was breathing hard. He always did things with a whirlwind method;
and of course the exertion added to his difficulty in forming such
words as he wanted.
"D-d-did y-y-you k-k-k-," he started, with a rush; and then seemed to
lose his grip entirely; for all he could do was to make a sharp,
hissing sound, get red in the face under the strain and tremble all
over.
"I s-s-say, d-d-do y-y-y-," he went on, when there came another full
stop, and as Larry said, a further escape of gas to account for that
hissing noise from between his partly closed lips.
The contortions of his face when poor Nat worked himself into this sort
of a fever were simply agonizing. Some boys made it a habit of
laughing coarsely at the afflicted boy. But Frank always felt sorry,
and tried the best he knew how to break the spell that seemed to bind
up Nat's vocal faculties. For strange to say, there were other times
when Nat could really speak calmly and evenly, as if he had never
stammered in his life.
As though utterly despairing of ever being able to get out what he so
eagerly wished to say, the boy suddenly snatched a pencil from one
pocket, and a pad of paper from another. These necessities he always
carried along with him, though hating to have to make use of such a
silly trick at all.
Rapidly dashing a line or so upon the little pad, Nat tore the sheet
off, and thrust it into Frank's hand.
Andy had come out of the shop by that time, dressed in dry garments;
and bending over his cousin's shoulder he read these words:
"Percy's new aeroplane has arrived at the station. He's down there
right now, seeing about having it put on a cart and pulled to his
shack."
"Just about what we expected; eh, Frank?" asked Andy, handing the scrap
of paper to Larry, so that he and the runt could read what news Nat had
brought in such a tremendous hurry.
It was as if the stammering boy had judged, that of all the people in
Bloomsbury who would be interested in knowing that Percy had received a
new aeroplane, the Bird boys took front rank. For was not Percy
Carberry the old-time rival of Frank; and on numerous occasions had he
not striven furiously to keep the cousins from winning the laurels that
came their way, despite all opposition?
"Yes, I understand that he was going in for aviation again," replied
the other. "And I don't know whether I'm glad or sorry. If Percy and
that crony of his, Sandy Hollingshead, only believed in the square
deal, we might have great times in racing and exploring; but the
trouble is, they hate to see anybody getting ahead of them, and lots of
times as everybody understands, have tried to injure our machine."
"Oh! I don't know," said the optimistic Andy; "we always manage
somehow, to come out of every affair right-side up, and they get the
rough end of the deal, as they should because they won't leave us alone
to manage our own business. I can see some warm times coming soon,
when they get to cruising around once more."
"Well," said Frank, thoughtfully, "I never believed that Percy had
really reformed when he said he was through playing mean tricks. He's
always kept quiet about that trip down to South America. Why, he even
accused me of giving him away just because I told of our adventures
there, even glossing over the part he played in our little rumpus with
the revolutionists in Columbia, at the time I found my dear father, and
rescued him."
"That's just like Percy," declared Larry. "Don't I size him up,
though? He never knew what gratitude meant. I've been told that you
and Andy really saved his life down in that upset country."
"Oh! perhaps it wasn't quite all of that, Larry," protested Frank.
"All right," spoke up Andy immediately; "at least we got those fellows
out of a mighty tough hole. But it was just like Percy to declare that
he was going to use some chloroform he had with him, to put the whole
bunch of revolutionists to sleep, take their guns away, bind them hand
and foot, and send some of the government troops out to capture 'em.
So you see, we spoiled all that fine game by insisting on rescuing him
and Sandy."
Larry laughed uproariously.
"Too bad about that chap," he remarked, when he could catch his breath
again. "He's that slippery you never know when you've got your finger
on him. And the excuses he gets up to cover his knockouts, they just
sizzle. I reckon Percy is bound to be a promoter when he grows up."
"Say, let's all go down to the railroad yards, and watch Percy get his
machine on the cart?" suggested Elephant, wickedly.
"Count me out, fellows," remarked Frank, immediately, "I don't want him
to think I'm curious about what he bought that time he went to New
York. Perhaps it's a better aeroplane than we've got here; but I don't
believe it yet, after what she did for us in the tryout this day."
"Besides," observed Larry, "the chances are ten to one such a sly
fellow as our Percy ain't going to knock the crates around the many
parts of his machine into flinders right there in the open. He likes a
little bit of mystery too, even if he hasn't got any reason to hide
things."
"That settles my neat little scheme," sighed the runt, disconsolately.
"Don't understand why it is that everything I happen to propose, Larry
or somebody else always sits down on it, kerchunk! It's discouraging
to genius, I say, and might keep a budding inventor from ever attaining
his manifest destiny."
"Hear! hear!" chuckled Andy.
As for the tall boy, he came near having a fit, so doubled up with
laughter did this important remark on the part of his small chum leave
him.
"No danger of you ever being discouraged, or left at the stake,
Elephant," he managed to say, presently. "You come up smiling after
every backset. You've sure got grit, and to spare, if they did forget
you when handing out bone and muscle."
"And I bet you if I'd only had the chance, fellows, I'd have dropped
into the bally old lake, just like Andy did, and saved that sweet
cherub, Tommy Cragan!" declared the "Bug," as Larry often called his
diminutive chum, when he tired of using his other misplaced nickname.
"Sure you would," said Andy. "I was only lucky in having the chance,
that's all. Why, I don't see anything in that to make a fuss over. It
was just like a picnic to me. Frank wanted to go the worst kind, but
he couldn't let go the levers of our new and dandy machine, which might
sail away up in the clouds."
"Oh! how I envy both of you fellows!" sighed Elephant, placing a hand
on his breast, though Larry told him that his heart was probably
located on his right side, which would account for the flutter he fell
into whenever he thought he detected an opportunity for distinguishing
himself approaching.
But everybody took these sharp sayings of Larry Geohegan in the same
happy-go-lucky spirit in which they were uttered. No one had more
friends and fewer enemies than the tall boy; because he was generous to
a fault, humorous in his remarks, and the life of the camp when out
with any of his companions.
Andy had stalked back into the shop again, though Frank had looked
after him as though inclined to wonder what ailed his cousin to be so
mysterious in his actions.
"Forgot to take his change out of the pockets of those wet clothes?"
suggested Larry, noticing the upraised eyebrows of Frank.
"I don't know about that," returned the other, stepping back a pace to
where he could glance through the open door. "He's gone straight to
the drawer where we keep some of our stuff. There, he's taken out the
marine glasses that I just put away. What under the sun do you suppose
Andy wants with them? He doesn't look up at the summit of Old Thunder
Top, where we landed from our monoplane last summer, being the first
human being ever to step there above the big cliffs. No, Andy has gone
to a window with the glass. He seems to want to keep out of sight.
Now, I wonder why?"
"Three to one he just saw your sister Janet going along the further
road; and couldn't keep from wanting to admire her at close range,"
chuckled Larry.
"But now he's elevating the glasses," Frank went on. "He seems to be
interested in that old mill you can see yonder above the trees. I
declare, I did see something moving then in one of the upper windows.
That beats everything. To think of Andy having such sharp eyes."
"Oh! the boys used to play there last summer," ventured Elephant;
"though since then nobody goes near the old place. I was told it had
become the haunt of hoboes this summer. Anyway, the boys fight shy of
it right along now."
"Here comes Andy; now we'll know," said Nat, just as smartly as any of
them could have spoken, for his hurry spell was over, and he had
command of his vocal chords once more.
"Wondering what took you inside to get the glasses," remarked Frank, as
the other joined them, a frown marked on his usually placid face. "And
then, what made you go to a window instead of standing outside openly,
and looking?"
"I'll tell you," returned Andy, solemnly. "I didn't want 'em to see me
peeking."
"You mean the fellows in the old deserted mill?" asked Larry.
"No other," came the quick reply, "I don't know how it came to strike
me, because you know as a rule I ain't suspicious; but something about
the way those two men in the touring car looked so greedily at our new
aeroplane gave me an idea it might be them."
"Goodness gracious!" gasped Elephant, his eyes round with wonder and
excitement.
"And was it?" demanded Frank, hastily, frowning at the same time.
"Nobody else," replied Andy, impressively. "They must have swung
around, passed up to the old mill on that side road, and from the upper
windows have been watching us all the time through the fieldglasses
they carry!"