MYSTERIOUS MR. MARSH AT IT AGAIN
"What's the hurry?" remarked Frank, who seemed much more composed than
his chum.
"Why, think of the impudence of that man!" burst out Andy. "Taking
advantage of our being away, to prowl around our shop."
"Now you're guessing, you know. He may be only intending to call on
us. Anyhow, it's no use to think of trying to get there in time. We
just couldn't do it. And besides, Larry and Elephant are there, and we
don't think they're fools, do we?" Frank remarked, as he again used the
glasses.
"There, didn't he go inside the shop?" demanded Andy, straining his
eyes to see what went on far below.
"That's so; but Larry promptly walked him out again. They're talking
right now in front of the door, and the other two fellows fill the
doorway," Frank reported.
"I just bet he'll pull the wool over their eyes, and get in again. I
know he's a soft talker, and can blarney to beat the band. Oh! if we
could only shout loud enough to make them hear. Or if we had our
wigwag flags along with us," and Andy actually groaned with the
suspense.
"Come, let up, old fellow," observed Frank. "What's the use worrying
like that? You know we fixed things, so even if he got in again he'd
see precious little to give him any satisfaction. There, Larry is
walking away from the door with him. Give him credit for being sharp
enough to see through a grindstone that has a hole in it, will you?"
"Bully for Larry; he's all to the good!" exclaimed the other. "But
tell me what's doing now, Frank."
"The gentleman is holding out his hand, and Larry takes it. So I
reckon they didn't have any hard words," Frank answered, quickly.
"And is he going away?" demanded Andy.
"Seems like it. There, he stops and looks around, as if he might be
interested in our field, and arrangements for tryouts."
"I hope he don't turn back again, and force his way in; you know he
could easy enough do that, Frank; because they're only three boys, and
two of 'em hardly worth counting," Andy observed, anxiously.
"Nothing doing," commented Frank. "He's started again for the road,
where the car stands. Here, take another look at that car before it
goes off."
"All right, Frank; but I'm all balled up about why you want me to do
that," replied Andy, suiting the action to the word.
"You see which way the car heads, don't you?" asked his cousin.
"Sure; toward town. That's as plain as the nose on my face," Andy
answered.
"And from that you'd judge they'd been out for a spin, wouldn't you?"
"Ask me something harder, won't you, Frank?" said Andy, scornfully.
"But you forget that they expected to hand their car over to the man at
the garage to be entirely overhauled! That was to be their excuse for
remaining over in Bloomsbury a couple of days!" Frank exploded.
"Wow! that's so!" exclaimed the startled Andy. "And seems now they
didn't bother doing it. Something else gripped 'em to Bloomsbury.
They concluded that they had right good need of their old car while
they hung around here. Frank, it knocks me silly; but I honestly own
up I just can't get the hang of this thing."
"Well, I'm almost in as bad a state as you are over it," replied the
other, as he pressed his lips firmly together in thought. "But, Andy,
that wasn't all I wanted you to notice, when I asked you to look at the
way the car stood."
"It wasn't, eh? Well, please keep right along, now that you've got
started, Frank. I'm shivering all over with excitement right now.
Something seems to tell me we're in for a new set of adventures that
will make all the others look tame."
"If they came along that road, Andy, it would have been the easiest
thing in the world for Mr. Marsh and his friend to have been up in the
neighborhood of the old deserted shack half an hour ago!"
Andy stared into his cousin's face, while an ashen hue spread over his
own usually cheery countenance.
"Oh, my! then you believe--," he began when Frank interrupted him by
saying:
"I don't believe anything; but the circumstance seemed a little
suspicious to me, that's all. It's possible, and that's the extent of
what flashed into my mind. But we have no proof; and I'd hate to think
that Mr. Marsh could be guilty of such a nasty thing as trying to
injure us."
"Shall we make a start now?" asked Andy, who seemed more or less in a
daze.
"I suppose we might as well. Look at the eagles dipping lower and
lower. They've got some young ones in the nest, and if we went closer
there'd be a circus going on pretty quick. But we're not looking for
trouble today," Frank remarked.
"No need to," replied the other, instantly; "because it's hunting us."
They were very careful to make sure that no loose stones barred the
way; for as the plateau was very short they must sail off into the air
almost immediately on starting the engine; and even a small turn at
such a critical moment was apt to cause the biplane to swerve, and
bring about a catastrophe.
But the start was successfully accomplished. Frank always paid so much
attention to little things that he was not very apt to be caught
napping.
"Straight home?" asked Andy, once they were afloat, and heading down
from the dizzy height.
"Yes," replied his cousin. "I'm curious to hear what our friend Mr.
Marsh could have had to say to Larry; and how the boy carried out his
job of keeping strangers from nosing around inside the shop."
"Just as well that we left when we did," remarked Andy; "for over in
the southwest I noticed some clouds that may bring a lot of wind along,
and weather that no self-respecting aeroplane has any business to be
out in."
"Why, yes, I've seen the peak of Old Thunder Top buried in low hanging
clouds many a time," Frank declared. "And it wouldn't be the nicest
thing in the world for us to be caught up there, with a wild storm
raging."
"Ugh! deliver me from that experience," grunted Andy, turning his head
to look back toward the peak they had just left, and which was already
far astern, so rapidly did the little but powerful Kinkaid engine whirl
the biplane onward, when let out to its limit.
Frank kept his eyes ahead; but he knew when his companion gazed toward
the dense woods away off to the right, where they had been fired at by
the unknown marksman.
"Still harping on that bang, eh?" he observed.
"Yes, and I won't have any peace till we find out who fired that shot,"
answered the other, doggedly. "Just think how nasty it is to never
know when you're going to be potted, like an old crow! It takes most
of the fun out of flying, that's what."
"Well, wait a little, and perhaps we may learn something," Frank went
on; and before his companion could make any remark he suddenly switched
the conversation by saying: "the boys are waving their hats to us, and
I thought I got a faint yell; but the breeze is dead wrong for hearing.
I'm tickled to death with the handsome way the machine carries herself;
and that's a satisfaction worth while, eh?"
So Andy stopped twisting around to look back, and confined his
attention to the scene in front. As they drew closer to the practice
field the shouts of the trio of lads near the shop came plainly to
their ears.
Then Frank began circling, and cutting figure eights, wishing to
discover just what the biplane could do in that line. Perhaps he also
was not averse to giving the admiring audience below something more to
gape at. But all the same, Frank took no great chances; he was too
cautious and level-headed a boy to do that, unless the emergency called
for it; and then his nerve was equal to any demand.
When the biplane finally dropped down to the ground close by the hangar
where it was to be housed, the three comrades were only too glad of a
chance to clutch hold, and assist to the best of their ability.
"She's just a jim-dandy for going and turning, Frank!" exclaimed Larry.
"Yes," exclaimed Elephant; "I used to think that little Bug was the
limit; but now I see I was away off. This biplane has got her number,
all right. Why, there ain't anything you couldn't trust her to do,
fellows."
"W-w-with F-f-frank at the h-h-helm, you m-m-mean!" spluttered Nat.
"Oh! that goes without saying, Nat," declared Elephant.
"We was wondering whether you had another scrap with the two pirates up
there?" remarked Larry, pointing toward Old Thunder Top.
"No, the eagles have become used to seeing an aeroplane by now. They
came close to watch us, because they've got eaglets in the nest; but
never once swooped down to strike at us with talons, wings or beaks,"
Frank replied.
"We're going to tame 'em so's to shake hands with us," grinned Andy.
"I was watching you through the old telescope Andy has here," observed
Larry; "and which he says one of his ancestors used when he was captain
of a sailing vessel more'n eighty years ago. She worked fine too,
though a bit clumsy. And Frank, what under the sun did you make that
sudden upward slant for, when you was away off over the Powell woods?
Whew! I thought you'd sure go clean over backwards!"
The Bird boys exchanged glances, which of course aroused the curiosity
of the observing Larry more than ever.
"Here, none of that, now, fellows," he remarked. "There's something in
the wind, and you've just got to tell us all about it. Did the lever
break or get away from your grip, Frank? There was a reason for that
jump, and I know it."
"Sure there was," said Andy. "If you heard a gun go bang a few hundred
feet below, and then got the zip-zip of the bullet as it whipped past
not five feet from your ears, perhaps you'd move the ascending lever
some too, and take chances on getting out of that dangerous spot in a
big hurry, eh?"
Larry and the other two could not reply at once. The explanation given
by Andy fairly took their breath away, so that they could only stare,
and gasp.