THE RIVAL AVIATORS
"It's what I call a blooming shame, that's what!" declared Andy.
"Here's the day of the big race come along, and it's within an hour of
the time set for the start from Bloomsbury high school campus; and the
measly old weatherman has to dole us out a 'probable rain' sign. Going
to upset all our calculations sure; and disappoint all those fine
people over in Hazenhurst."
"That's where the shoe pinches, Frank," spoke up Larry. "He's just
thinking about one pretty little girl who will be waiting to wave her
handkerchief when the hero of the bulldog scrap comes whizzing around
that old liberty pole."
"Am I?" demanded Andy, indignantly. "Just you take a look yonder at
the western horizon, and tell me what you see there?"
"A low down bank of clouds, that's a fact, Andy," replied the other,
candidly. "But only for this race business you wouldn't take any
particular notice of that same. You remember it looked just as bad the
other day, and petered out without ever giving us a drop of rain."
"Yes, that's so, Larry," observed Frank. "I've been watching those
clouds for some little while now. They don't seem to be climbing up,
as far as I could see."
"But I sure saw a little something right then, that may have been
lightning," put in Elephant.
"I reckon you did," Frank admitted, "for I saw it, too. One thing
sure, there's going to be no trial for elevation today. Nothing could
tempt me to bore up thousands of feet, with a dark storm threatening
below. Even if we escaped the wind, we might be kept up there until
night came on."
"Excuse me, if you please," remarked Andy, with a shudder. "It's bad
enough up there on a bright, sunshiny day, let alone night, with a
storm howling below. The judges won't allow of such a thing. We'll
put off altitude until a better day."
"Percy will be mad, though," said Elephant. "He just hates to give in;
and if they let him have his way he'd defy you to make the trial, no
matter what the weather."
"Well, that's why I made sure there were sensible men on the jury
that's going to decide this race," Frank remarked, confidently. "I
happened to remember what a hot-head Percy is. While I'm ready to meet
him in any reasonable test, to prove which of our aeroplanes is the
better, I don't want to act like a crazy aviator. There's danger
enough, goodness knows, at the best, without taking chances that no
sensible person would consider."
"Is everything all ready, Frank?" asked the other Bird boy.
"I believe so. Wait till I lock the shop, and then we'll take a little
spin before heading for the campus, just to warm the engine up."
"There's nothing lying around, is there?" asked Andy, anxiously; "in
case a fellow took a notion to break in here while the circus is on in
town, and everybody interested in our biplanes?"
"I've made sure of that," smiled his cousin; adding significantly: "I
suppose you're thinking of Mr. Marsh right now?"
"That's who I am," came the prompt reply. "Don't you see how he would
have loads of time to get in and rummage around, while all of us were
off--even Colonel Josiah is bound to be at the high school building
this p. m. Perhaps Mr. Marsh had that game in mind when he asked so
many questions about the race."
"Oh! you suspicious chap," laughed Frank. "But rest easy, Andy, Mr.
Marsh could look a long while through here without discovering any sign
of my experiments; or at any rate, what success I had met with in the
same. If he goes to all the trouble to get into the shop he'll have
his work for nothing."
"And I'm going to make it a point to keep an eye out for that same
gent," declared Larry, positively; "and if he vanishes from the campus
just you make up your mind your Uncle Larry will be camping on his
trail. I'd just like to see him breaking into a private building, no
matter if it is only the workshop of two boys. Let him try it, if he
wants to see what nice quarters Chief Waller has in the Bloomsbury
lockup. You hear me?"
"After you give us the shove-off, boys, get on your wheels and hike for
the campus. We expect you to be there to start us in the race.
Something depends on a clever get-away, you know," Frank observed, as
he locked the door, and put the key in his pocket.
A short time later the biplane rose swiftly, like a hawk that had been
startled, and began to mount upward in gigantic circles, the faithful
little Kinkaid engine throbbing with the regularity of heart beats.
As directed, no sooner had Larry, Elephant and Nat seen the Bird boys
well off, than they mounted their waiting wheels, brought over for this
especial purpose, and started for town.
Anybody could see without trouble that Bloomsbury was in the throes of
a tremendous excitement that afternoon. People abandoned their houses
in crowds, and flocked toward the campus of the high school, which
seemed to be the hub of a vast wheel, the squads of citizens taking the
part of spokes, all headed toward the common center.
And nearly everybody seemed to be turning around, to observe the
biplane which was plainly visible, as Frank and Andy warmed the engine
up for speedy use. All sorts of remarks reached the three boys, as
they slackened their pace, once inside the limits of the town. The
vast majority of the crowds seemed to be in favor of the Bird boys;
though of course there were some who sympathized with the opposition;
not because they cared so very much for Percy and Sandy, as of a desire
to be on the other side of the fence. Some boys are built that way.
They call it "taking the weaker part" but in reality it is a spirit of
contrariness that pushes them on.
And when they reached the vicinity of the campus Larry and his comrades
were astonished to see the multitude that had gathered to witness the
novel event. All sorts of vehicles were parked in the nearby side
streets, from big touring cars, and little electrics, to farm wagons;
and even a hayrick, on which a dozen country people had ridden some ten
miles, with a desire to witness the miracle of the twentieth century,
the flying boys of Bloomsbury.
"Oh! my! where do they all come from?" gasped Elephant, as he looked
around at the sea of faces.
"Thank goodness," remarked Larry, "Chief Waller is on deck with all his
force, to keep the crowds back. Only for that how would the aeroplanes
ever get started?"
"L-l-look y-y-yonder!" said Stuttering Nat, pointing, as he stood
beside his wheel. "T-t-there he is, f-f-fellows!"
"You mean the mysterious Mr. Marsh?" echoed Larry. "So I see, and his
friend the great editor is with him too. If I get a chance to have a
few words with that Mr. Longley I'm going to ask him just why it is we
haven't received a copy of his paper containing the account of Jules'
capture. He didn't keep his promise to me, and I don't like that way
of doing things."
"There's Percy with his biplane over yonder, holding a levee," remarked
Elephant.
"He looks as happy as a clam," said Larry. "You know his way, fellows?
Ten to one he's dead sure he's got this race clinched already. See him
shake hands with Bessie Clinton! I can just guess how he's saying what
he means to do to Frank and Andy. Huh!" finishing his sentence with a
snort of disgust.
"The feller that crows last crows loudest," observed Elephant.
"Well, you ain't got that just correct, Elephant," remarked Larry,
letting his frown disappear in a grin; "but it means the same thing
anyhow. Let's find a place to stack our wheels, and get around. The
Chief will let us go inside the lines, for he knows we belong to
Frank's crowd, and are needed in the push-off."
Just as Larry had said the big police head met them with a warm smile
of welcome. His sympathies were positively with the Bird boys, though
he would do his duty impartially as he saw it. But Larry and his
friends had brought him a piece of rare good luck in the capture of the
escaped convict, and for this alone the Chief had a warm feeling in his
big heart for them all.
Presently a cry went up.
"They're coming! The Bird boys are headed this way, fellows! Get back
everybody, and give 'em plenty of room to land! Move back! Make way
there!"
The police assisted in driving the dense crowds still farther away from
the open campus, where the aeroplane would be likely to drop under
Frank's clever manipulation of the levers.
It happened that the big campus of the high school was entirely
destitute of trees, being in reality a wide field, on which many of the
town sports took place from time to time. In this way it offered a
very good starting point for an affair of this sort.
Every sound was hushed as the biplane circled the field, like a bird
seeking a favorable spot on which to alight. Then Frank headed
straight for the vacant place, left on purpose for the second aeroplane.
When he landed and, after running a short distance on the green, came
to a full stop, a storm of cheers broke out. Evidently the Bird boys
had a host of warm adherents among the attendant crowds.
Frank did not allow himself to pay the least attention to the shouting
lookers-on. They would never see him bowing and scraping before the
race had even been started, like Percy had done. Time enough for all
that later on.
"Look at him, would you?" said Larry, indignantly, as he joined the
young aviators. "Percy thinks all that shouting was for him. See him
waving his hand and laughing! Why, he's being crowned with the wreath
of victor already, in imagination! Bah! he makes me tired, that's
what!"
"Don't pay any attention to him, Larry," smiled Frank. "I think he
does that on purpose to make some of us mad. Percy generally has a
reason in everything he does. He's a sly one. It seems to give him a
heap of pleasure, and I'm sure it doesn't hurt us one little bit. Let
him have his fun."
"Well, perhaps he's smart enough to know this is the only chance he'll
get to listen to the cheers," remarked Andy, grimly; "for when the game
is over Percy is only going to be found among the 'also rans'!"
"That's it," crowed Larry, gleefully.
But Frank said nothing. If he believed that he would have an easy
thing of it, and leave his rival far in the lurch, he gave no
expression to such views.
"Here come the judges," remarked Elephant; "and they're going to
explain just what the conditions of the race will be. Yes, Percy has
quit laughing. He looks sober enough right now. Listen to what Judge
Perrine says, fellows."
The judge had gained a spot between the rival biplanes, where he could
be easily heard. Then he started to explain just what the committee
having the race in charge had decided the rules should be.
In the first place, he remarked, it would be utterly suicidal for the
young aviators to think of trying for height on such a threatening day.
That would be left until the second afternoon, to be settled then, if
both parties were agreed.
After that he went on to state how points were to be given for expert
management of the aeroplane, as seen from the start and return; also
for speed. The time of reaching the liberty pole at Hazenhurst was to
be taken there by a member of the committee sent over for that purpose.
After leaving that town the rival biplanes were to circle the peak of
Old Thunder Top three times, and last of all make a landing on the
campus.
"Any questions, either of you, before the word is given to start?"
asked the gentleman in charge of arrangements, after he had finished
reading his rules.
Neither of the contestants evidently had anything to ask. They knew
what they had to do only too well; and both were like restive horses,
awaiting the tap of the bell, or the crack of the pistol, to be off on
the jump.
That vast crowd surged and swayed, everybody wishing to see the start,
which would prove a novel sight to many of the country people at least.
Once the aeroplanes had soared aloft, their flight could be watched
without trouble.
Frank and Andy had mounted to their places; and an air of expectancy
hung over the broad campus. After they had left the earth it would be
a straightaway course for both contestants in the direction of
Hazenhurst.
"Are you ready?" asked the starter, in loud voice.
Both replied in the affirmative.
"Then go!" and with the words the judge fired a pistol into the air.
Instantly the whirr of the motors was heard, and with a rush along the
ground the contesting biplanes started upon the long race!