ON THE TRAIL
"If it hadn't been for you and your rock, young man, I would have
been a dead man probably," said the Colonel solemnly. "I wish we
had the car number."
"I got it," said Porky, easily. "They will change it, I suppose,
but it is New York 237,814. And there's a patch on the right
front tire, and the mud guard on that side has been bent and
straightened, and the glass in the wind shield has a crack in one
corner, and the staple on the tool box is broken."
"Oh, you know the car!" said the Colonel, eagerly. "Tell me that
number again." He wrote rapidly, and called to his orderly.
"Telephone that to Syracuse after you call Fayetteville," he
said, and again turned to the boys, but almost before he could
speak again, he was called to the 'phone himself. When he came
out, he frowned.
"The car passed through the village about ten minutes ago," he
said. "They were going fast, and headed over toward East
Syracuse by way of the wide waters. I have sent the alarm out,
and as soon as I finish with you boys, I will go myself. Now
tell me in a word just why you boys came over."
Porky and Beany told him painstakingly.
"That's all right," said the Colonel. "You did right to come for
a permit. You see, my men are going to police the fairgrounds,
and on account of the large amount of government property
scattered around over there we will have to be very strict. The
day the fair opens, come to my tent, and I will give you a badge
that will allow you to go wherever you like without question."
An orderly clattered up on a sweating horse.
"They have found the automobile, sir," said the gallant youth.
"Good!" cried the Colonel, rising.
"Yes, sir, it is lying in four feet of water at the edge of the
bluff where the road from the village winds round the curve half
way to Manlius Center."
"And the men?" the Colonel enquired sharply.
"They must be pinned under the car, sir," said the soldier.
"We thought if you would detail Dennis and Harrison--they are
crackerjack swimmers--they could soon see what is under there."
"Tell the men to go at once," said the Colonel. "I will follow."
The Colonel called his car, and with a nod indicated to the boys
that they were to accompany him. The Colonel's orderly leaped
into the front seat beside the driver and Asa, and on the back,
seat, on either side of the big Colonel, sat the Potter twins
looking so alike that it seemed a loss of time to look at one of
them after you had seen the other, and feeling-well, they felt as
important as you make 'em!
Arriving at the wide waters, they followed the Colonel and his
men as they went down the gouged out place in the bank where the
car had cut its way to the water, and looked at the smashed
machine that lay almost out of sight. It was in such a position,
however, that it was plain that no one could be concealed under
it. The men had escaped.
A keen look of anger and surprise came into the Colonel's face.
"I imagine they have driven the car off the bank to put us off
the scent," he said. "There is a life sentence for those men
when we get them. They meant to kill me. I can't see the point
in it; either." He walked back to his car and, entering it, was
driven back to camp, stopping at the Potter house to drop the
twins.
After the Colonel's car had disappeared round the bend leading to
the village, a small, wiry, evil-looking figure slipped
cautiously from the dense underbrush at the edge of the road away
from the cliff. He brushed the dirt from his clothes and
laughed.
"Can't see the point of it, can you? I suppose not, you old
saphead! It takes the Wolf to plan things too deep for the likes
of you." He laughed again, and with a glance in the direction of
the village struck off over the hill into the fields beyond. He
walked listlessly for half a mile, as though there was little
need for haste, and any one watching him would have seen him
finally lie down in a shady lane and, taking a small package from
his pocket, open it and eat a sandwich. Then he drew his ragged
hat over his piercing little eyes, and at once went to sleep. He
slept for hours, scarcely shifting his position. When he finally
stretched and sat up, the sun was going down. He looked at it,
and came to his feet.
"A couple of hours more," he said to himself, and slowly
sauntered back to the road and struck off toward Manlius Center.
Night was falling when three men, sitting silently in a bare,
dusty, unfurnished room, looked up as a queer scratching sounded
on the outer door. They glanced at each other. "It is the
Weasel, think you not?" said one, a tall man with a sear across
his cheek. It was a mark that was scarcely noticeable unless he
was angry; then it suddenly went white and stood out clearly
across his brown skin.
A thick-set man at the table gathered up a greasy pack of cards.
"Yes, it's the Weasel, all right," he said. "I'm glad he obeys
orders. I told him not to show his face here before dark."
The third man did not speak. He sat in the best of the poor
chairs, and was snowed under with newspapers. He had the look of
an educated man, the jaw of a brute, the cold eye of a panther,
almost golden in color, and the slender hands that held the
printed sheet had the delicate, thin fingers of a thief.
"Door, Adolph!" he said abruptly. The thickset man rose,
spilling his cards. The third man pierced him with a look.
"Butter fingers!" he gritted, cursing softly in a foreign tongue.
Adolph left the room and noiselessly went down a rickety flight
of stairs. He returned in a moment, the Weasel following at his
heels. The third man did not give him a glance. He sat looking
at his beautiful, slender hands. No one spoke.
"Well, proceed!" cried the third man irritably. "Proceed!
Proceed! Proceed! Himmel, you must be led step by step! Speak,
idiot! How goes it?"
A look of hate flashed into the Weasel's lowered eyes and was
gone. He raised them timidly.
"So far, so good, Excellency. I hung on behind the tonneau. No
one noticed in that lazy village. I could hear the Colonel
talking to the two small boys with him. He can't understand the
attack, but he thinks the force he is building is being attacked
through him on account of a gang of thieves who do not want to
risk detection by his men. He thinks it has something to do with
the fair. The Colonel has gone to police headquarters. The boys
went home." The Weasel commenced to laugh silently.
The Wolf watched him. Then "Well?" he said again in his low,
cutting voice.
The Weasel stopped. "Your pardon, Excellency. It is so amusing!
That Colonel, he must be a man forty-five years old. He treated
those small boys, those Boy Scouts, like equals. He talked it
over with them as though they were men. He told them--"
"That will do," said the Wolf. "I don't want to hear any more."
And with those words, the Wolf, murderer and German spy, sealed
his doom.
"Now come here," he said. "You, Adolph, you have done good work.
That formula will mean victory for the Fatherland. Did I but
dare, I would at once take it myself out of the country. But I
have my orders. We must know all things about that concentration
camp at the fairgrounds. Yes, you have done well, Adolph." The
thick-set man smiled a queer, twisted smile with a crooked lip
that always seemed to grin.
The Wolf continued. "From now on our task grows more difficult.
You, Weasel, will go to the aviation school at Ithaca. You
already understand planes. Get their models; find out the
methods of their management. Cripple all the machines you can.
Report to me here when I call you. Send me a name and address
that will reach you. And, remember, no drinking or flirtations,
Weasel. Don't forget my long arm and heavy hand."
The Weasel shuddered. "No, Excellency," he said shortly.
The Wolf turned to the dark man with the scarred cheek, and
pointed to his heavy, bristling mustache.
"That must come off," he said. "There is a job for you in the
Administration Building where Colonel Bright has his office. You
will clean," as the man scowled, "I know you hate it. Never
mind! Care not! We are in trust. You must do all as I say. I
am your superior officer."
"What do you do, Excellency?" asked the dark man with something
of a sneer.
"I come to buy horses, Ledermaim, and my father and Colonel
Bright's father, they were friends. I bring a letter from my
father in Switzerland. Unfortunately the Colonel's father, he is
dead; so I make acquaintance with his son. Do you see, Ledermann
and Adolph, and you too, Weasel, that I take for myself the
hardest job? Now attend. Under no circumstances are you to
speak to me. If it is necessary to communicate with me before
the close of the fair you will wipe your faces with one of these
drab handkerchiefs. Then you will come here, right here; no
place nearer, and wait for me. I will keep all the papers
instead of dividing them as before. You, Ledermann, have plans
of all the plants of any size about here. Thanks." He filed the
papers away. "Adolph, give me the fair ticket, and the envelope
with the blank paper. It looks innocent enough, doesn't it? All
white paper; no writing. Yet there is news indeed on that good,
innocent, little sheet if one knows how to make it tell. I'll
take them, Adolph."
He waited with a slim hand stretched across the table, while
Adolph plunged a hand into an inside pocket with a grin, felt in
another concealed pocket, and returned to the first with his face
growing grave and pale.
The Wolf watched him with steely eyes, suspicion dawning in them.
"Too slow; too slow, Adolph!" he smiled.
Adolph looked up. "It is not here! It is gone! Some one has
stolen it!" he stammered.
The Wolf snarled. "Oh, no, good Adolph!" he said silkily. "Look
again."
Adolph, with fingers that shook, turned his pockets out one by
one, then looked into the Wolf's yellow eyes with a gaze pleading
yet sullen. "They are gone," he said huskily.
With a flashing motion the Wolf reached across the table and
clutched Adolph by the throat. In a steel grip that he struggled
hopelessly to loosen he was helpless as a child. Brutally the
Wolf bore him back to the wall, where he beat his head savagely
against the door frame. A look of savage glee shone on the
Wolf's smooth countenance.
Ledermann leaped across the floor and seized the Wolf's arm.
"Off!" cried the murderer, and with his hand dealt Ledermann a
stinging blow in the face. He fell back. Behind the overturned
table, the Weasel sat looking at the floor. It was nothing to
him what they did. He shrugged his thin shoulders.
Suddenly the Wolf stopped and let Adolph slip to the floor, where
he lay unconscious.
The Wolf kicked him. "I won't kill you, you swine!" he said.
"You have got to find that paper. Then I'll see about it. Pick
him up, somebody. I can't trust myself to touch him. Lost that
paper--of course it is written in invisible ink; but suppose some
blundering fool should get it near a fire?"
"They won't," said Ledermann as he worked over Adolph. "These
stupid country people, what would they know about invisible ink?
It may never be found at all. It may even now be trodden in the
dust."
"Let us hope," said the Wolf. "Adolph shall retrace his steps
inch by inch until the paper is found, even so much as a tiny
scrap of it, so that I may know where it is."
"He will find it in the dust," repeated Ledermann and threw water
over Adolph, while the Weasel stood up and tightened his belt.
Then the Wolf counted out to him the money needed for his short
journey to Ithaca. The counting was interrupted with directions
and threats. The Weasel drew a long breath of relief when he was
finally dismissed, and was allowed to slip out into the night,
where he turned toward Syracuse. Ledermann still worked over the
unconscious man.
The Wolf called at headquarters and was pleasantly received, with
the formula that was to overthrow the world lying in his pocket.
Days went by, and Monday came, and flags flew, and bands played,
and crowds gathered, and the New York State Fair opened at last.
The Wolf went unmolested; indeed he was an honored guest. Quite
safe he was for just one whole day. Tuesday morning, as he drove
in his fine car, splendidly dressed, his yellow eyes half hidden
behind smoked glasses, a couple of Boy Scouts came out of Colonel
Bright's office as he stopped his car at the steps. Porky and
Beany stopped and stared.
"Out of the way!" said the Wolf, as he approached the door.
Porky and Beany stepped obediently aside. For a long time they
stared at the door through which he had disappeared.
"It's him!" said Beany at last. "He drove the car when the other
man shot at the Colonel."
"Yes, it's him," repeated Porky. "His ears ain't mates."
"I know," said Beany. "What we goin' to do?"
"Keep still and say nuthin'. If you ain't eleven foot tall,
nobody believes you. I found that out. And I got a hunch that
guy has the formula."
"What makes you think that?" asked Beany. "I got it too; but I
don't believe it."
"Dunno," said Beany. "Don't you know how you feel it back of
your neck when anybody looks in the window? I know it just like
that. An' we got to do this job all alone. I don't like his
looks neither. Awful smooth' but' murderin'. Are you game,
Porky, to land him ourselves?"
"Sure!" said Porky. "Ain't I alwus? What comes first?"
"Le's think," said Beany.