Air Mystery of Isle La Motte
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VIII
ABLAZE
For the next three days after the boys' exploit in Canada, it rained.Not gentle showers, but a good stiff down-pour that drenched the land,swelled the Lake, and ruined young crops. Her Highness was kept in thecarriage shed under the tool house, because besides raining as if itwere never going to stop, there was thunder and lightning, and hours ofpitch blackness. Both Jim and Bob would have liked nothing better thanto go soaring up and battle with the elements but they knew that such anadventure would cause Mrs. Fenton terrific worry every moment they wereout of her sight, so they contented themselves with the radio,phonograph, some jolly old books they found in the attic, and swimsbetween storms. Several times they caught glimpses of the strange boy ashe went splashing by to and from the garden, and they watched hisrun-off with considerable interest.
"If he keeps the water down on that hole land it will save the alfalfameadow," Mr. Fenton remarked thoughtfully.
"Does he seem to be doing it, Uncle Norman?"
"So far the water isn't any higher."
"Jinks, that's great," Jim exclaimed with enthusiasm. He rather enviedCorso's young nephew who disregarded weather and waded barefoot alongthe road, his overalls rolled above his knees, and not even asplattering automobile racing past him, sending sheets of water from allfour wheels, seemed to disturb him.
The morning of the fourth day broke clear and fine, the sky velvet blue,and not a cloud in sight. The step-brothers came down stairs with joyouswhoops, and young Caldwell danced his aunt about the kitchen.
"Well, my land, if you want me to dance with you Bob, you will have tomake it a reel or a jig--"
"Let it be a jig," Bob answered promptly and taking her hand he beganthe clattery dance while Jim played an accompaniment on the mouth organ.But in a few minutes Mrs. Fenton had to stop for breath.
"Where did you learn to do that?" she demanded. "I never supposed thatany young one could do it these days."
"In school," Bob answered. "You ought to see Jim Highland Fling."
"What's all the shouting about?" Mr. Fenton asked. He had just come inwith the brimming milk pails.
"Look at the weather," Jim laughed.
"It's enough to make an airplane do a tail spin," Bob added.
"No doubt, but I hope Her Highness doesn't do any more--"
"More?" The boys chorused.
"Canadian chap telephoned me yesterday to inquire if you live here, andhe said that you two had made the country safe for the Mounted Police--"
"Aw, go on," Bob exclaimed in disgust.
"What did they do that for?" demanded Jim.
"In the course of his duty," Mr. Fenton smiled. "We'll be very muchobliged if you will give us the details of the war while we breakfast.We want to know all about it. It isn't every day that exciting thingshappen around us and we feel that we have been slighted--"
"That's all right, Mr. Fenton. Bob did most of it. I'll tell you thewhole story--"
"I did not do most of it," Bob denied emphatically. "If you leave outanything you did, I'll tell them."
"Fair enough," Mr. Fenton laughed. "Now sit down, satisfy the firstpangs of hunger, then begin," he ordered, and the boys took theirplaces.
Between the two of them, the Fentons were able to get a fairlyinteresting account of what happened, and when the story was finished,Mrs. Fenton looked at them soberly.
"My, my, you might both have been killed. That was why you got me thosenew baskets. I thought there was something queer about your losing it,"Mrs. Fenton exclaimed. "If you had lost it, or forgotten it, I shouldnot have minded one bit; but if you had told me how you happened tothrow it overboard, I should have been glad."
"We wanted to be sure that we had a basket for next time," Bob grinnedcheerfully. "We expect there will be other next times."
"My land of goodness, there's the mail man. He looks like a drowned rat.Come right in, Harvey." The R.F.D. man wore boots that came to histhigh, and even at that he was splashed with mud.
"Got a registered letter, and another one that looks important, so Ididn't put them in the box," the man explained. "Some rain we've had.Did you know, Fenton, that the Carrying Point is covered? The water isgoing over it like a mill race, and I had all I could do to keep thewheels under me. Loaded the car up with rocks or I'd have been swimmingaround after the letters."
"My land sakes alive, is it as bad as that! Here Jim, this letter seemsto be for you." Mrs. Fenton gave Austin a long envelope, which heaccepted with surprise. In the corner was a Canadian stamp.
"Looks like it's from your friends across the border," Mr. Fenton said.Jim opened it promptly, and scanned the contents, then he smiled withrelief that it wasn't more formidable. The salutation was as he hadsigned the note he dropped to the Mounties in the Ravine.
'Flying Buddies.
Gentlemen:
It would give us great pleasure if you will join us in an informal dinner tomorrow evening at seven P.M. In going over the off duty hours, we find that most of the men who participated in the affair at the ravine can be present. You have our solemn word that the dinner is merely a friendly one, and you will not be embarrassed by speeches. As a matter of fact you may be aroused to the fighting point by the uncomplimentary remarks of your hosts. Telephone me if the time is not convenient to you, and believe me,
Very sincerely yours, Allen Ruhel.'
"Great guns and little fish-hooks, that will be fun," Bob shouted.
"It means tonight," Jim reminded his step-brother.
"It says tomorrow."
"But it's dated yesterday."
"That's so. We'll get Her Highness diked out, and be ready. Suppose webetter wear real clothes under our flying suits--"
"Dinner coats," Jim agreed. "If it's informal we don't have to do morethan that--"
"Brush our teeth," Bob suggested. They showed the letter to the Fentonsand the man looked grave.
"I hope they are careful what they say," he remarked seriously.
"What do you mean?" Bob demanded.
"These international affairs are ticklish things. If you get riled andthrow a soup plate, or some little thing like that, it might bring on awar. It doesn't take much to bring on a war--"
"There isn't a soup plate handy, Uncle Norman, but I know where AuntBelle keeps her potato masher. You want to be very careful that you donot start any internal wars; they are the worst sort."
"Guess I better get outside if that's the case," he chuckled, and wentfor his own high boots.
"Let's have a look at the world," Jim proposed, then added, "OldChamplain looks kind of high to me. Is it usually so?"
"Suppose it would be after so much rain," Bob put in.
"No it isn't," Mrs. Fenton answered, and she looked very serious. "It'shigher now than it's been in years, and with the rain stopped, it willfill more. There are so many streams, some big ones, that empty into itall around." She went with the boys to the back veranda and glancedacross anxiously. "I can't see Gull Rock at all, and Fisher's Islandlooks as if half of it is under water."
"If it comes flooding too high, we'll take you and Uncle Norman up inHer Highness out of danger," Bob promised.
"We can get in the boats if necessary, Bob, and we've got a lot of highland for the stock, so that will be all right, but there are many of thepeople here who have small farms. My land sakes alive, I expect thatsome of them are in a bad way right this minute. I'll go telephone." Shehurried into the house, and in a moment the boys heard her talking withsome neighbors.
"Let's have a walk around," Bob suggested.
"We won't need to wheel Her Highness out. Look at the carriage shed,"Jim exclaimed as he happened to glance in that direction and saw thewater lapping up under the wide doors.
"Cracky. Let's see if she's all right."
"We'll have to ta
ke our shoes off--or get boots."
"I'll see if Aunt Belle has any extra pairs around." He went inside,while Jim surveyed the turbulent waters which had risen several feet andwere thrashing up to the edge of Mrs. Fenton's flower garden, and wasmore than half way across the lawn when the two boys first saw it.
"Come on," Bob called, and Jim went inside to the shed. "Here are someboots. Aunt Belle says they are water-proof, but not very handsome. Theyhave been patched."
"They will be just the thing." Presently the pair had their feet inboots several sizes too large for them, but they grinned, and went downinto the yard. Their first care was Her Highness. The water had run up alittle way under her, but she hadn't suffered any damage. Jim got intothe cock-pit and shifted the wheels to the floats, and that done theboys continued the tour of inspection.
"If it rains any more, by George, there will be the deuce to pay." Theywent to the edge of the Lake, but could not follow its rim because theinundations were deep and many of them ended in treacherous swampystretches. Where the cedar-rimmed cliff came close to the lake's edge,the water pounded high above all previous marks, and some of the lowerones were being undermined by the strength of the waves.
"Looks like a regular ocean," Jim remarked thoughtfully as they stood ona promontory which jutted out in defiance of Old Champlain's fury. "Say,where's that Carrying Point?"
"Further down. About half way to the village. Remember the day we werecoming up and you noticed a neck of land, lake on both sides, thatconnected the two larger sections of North Hero?"
"Oh sure. Little stretch with a beach and roadway."
"That's it. Mom told me it got its name from Revolutionary days. Piratesand smugglers coming down from Canada with loads of goods in smallboats, carried their boats across this piece and would get away from theofficers, or whoever happened to be chasing them. It's quite historic. Abigger craft coming along would have to go all the way around and bythat time the smugglers could lose them plenty. They'd hide among someof the lower, islands, or even go on straight."
"Great old place. Obliging of Champlain to arrange itself soconveniently. Smashing guns, look at that water. It's hammering in alldirections. Too bad if it spoils crops, but it sure looks as if it isgoing to. Did you hear your Aunt say whether the turkeys are dying offbecause of the dampness?"
"Hezzy reported a hundred have turned up their toes."
"Rotten. Why don't they have a good warm place to keep them when theweather is had?" Jim exclaimed wrathfully.
"That's the funny part of it, Buddy, they have got a realup-to-the-minute house, brooders and everything," Bob replied soberly,then added, "Gosh, I do wish we could do something about it."
"Well, we can't keep them from dying off, that's a cinch," Jim answered."Let's take Her Highness and have a look over the place."
"Right-O, old man." They turned about away from the destructive watersand hurried as fast as the clumsy boots would permit, to the carriagehouse, where they floated the plane out, closed the door after them, andpiled into the cock-pit. "Got enough gas?"
"Plenty."
Presently Her Highness was thundering above the lake and after a fewcircles over the land, which gave the boys an idea of the havoc beingwrought among the islands, Jim headed her toward the end of Isle LaMotte and in a few minutes they were cruising at low speed above theturkey farm. It too had suffered from the rain, but its buildings werelocated on high ground which was well drained so that even now it wasdrying rapidly. The boys could see the turkeys in the run-ways and theyknew that until the vicinity was no longer drenched, the delicate birdscould not be allowed to roam in the larger pens. As there seemed to benothing special they could learn, they proceeded to fly across theproperty, and soon they were above the section where they had seen themen hiking the first day they had attempted to visit Hezzy. Just beyondthe strip of forest, which was quite dense, they saw a long,comparatively bare slope toward the opposite side of the Isle and theyeasily discerned several men moving about as if they were working.
"There's more turkeys," Jim remarked through the tube and Bob noddedthat he could see them.
"Probably they are fixing a place on this side because it's moresheltered," the younger boy suggested. "I see Hezzy down there." Sureenough the farm's foreman was striding along the edge of the meadow. Hepaused suddenly, glanced up at them, then disappeared quickly among thetrees.
"I suspect that he doesn't like us," Jim grinned, and Bob laughedheartily.
"Sometime we'll come over and tell him we want to help catch thethieves," the younger boy suggested.
"Let's hop down now. We can land on that field."
"We'd better not. We might land on some small birds," Bob replied, andJim agreed that probably it would be safer to wait and have their talkwith Hezzy at the house. As there didn't seem to be much more to see theboys rode on, across to the New York side of Champlain, and before theydecided to return they were overtaken by the mail plane. Bob, who was atthe controls, waggled his wings, and instantly the other pilotresponded. He grinned as he flew by, and they waved as if he were an oldfriend.
"It's the guy we saw the other day," Jim declared, and Bob nodded.
The mail plane went racing north, and the boys started for home. It feltgood being in the air again, but they were going to the dinner and theywanted to give Her Highness her weekly inspection, besides replenish thegas supply. That evening, with their best suits under flying togs, theyhopped off again, this time making straight north toward the border.They soared grandly beneath a brilliant dome of colors reflected by thesetting sun, roared above Canada, and in half an hour came down on theflying field where they found Allen Ruhel and Sergeant Bradshaw, theiruniforms swank, and their faces wearing wide grins of welcome.
"Glad you could come," Ruhel greeted them.
"We surely owe you a swell spread--" Bradshaw began, but the chiefinterrupted him.
"Perhaps we do, but they are not going to get much more than the usualmess. I had to promise that or they would not have come."
"How's Pat?" Bob inquired as they were led toward the long mess hall.
"He's so set up over my promotion there's no doing anything with him,"Bradshaw answered soberly. "I may have to trade him off for a yellowcat."
"Any time you want to trade him, let us know," Jim put in quickly.
"I know you boys. You'd spoil him more than I have."
They were ushered into a barracks-like building and were soon in themess hall where already two dozen of Canada's finest men were waiting.The boys recognized a few of their faces, though not many, butintroductions were gotten over with little ceremony, and the dinnerstarted. Because of the young American guests of honor there was no wineserved, but that did not detract from anyone's good humor, and the partywas an enormous success. Bradshaw told the boys that the outlaw gangthey had been trying to capture for such a long time, were at lastalmost all rounded up.
"Thanks to your good help," he added. "Jinks, wish we could have beendown in the battle," Bob lamented.
"I say, didn't you have enough of it?" the chief laughed. "It seems tome you were rather in the thick of things, you know. I expected anymoment the blighters would turn their guns on your wings. They wouldhave made their get-away if you had not let us know about the hole theywere crawling through. Did Bradshaw tell you that it was fitted up likea war-time trench, with living quarters, periscopes and what-not?"
"Great guns--oh, what happened to Pedro?"
"He's a perfectly good Canuck gone wrong. He'll pay for his sins withthe rest. A couple of them got away, and a few of the ones we caught areAmericans."
"Do you have to send them back?" Jim asked. He rather felt the fellowsshould take their punishment with their gang.
"Neither your government nor their families have shown any dispositionto intervene in their behalf," the chief smiled, then went on, "As amatter of fact, from their records in the States, I think yourDepartment of Justice is likely to send us a vote of thanks forapprehending them."
"I promised our American friends that there would be no speechestonight, so I've kept my word, but some of the boys will have apresentation. Stand up, you men of Texas, and take your medicine."
The boys obeyed, and flushed crimson around their collars as the chiefmade his way to their places. He opened a small box which seemed to havesome ribbons on the royal purple velvet surface. The man held them upand solemnly pinned one to each boy's coat. Each medal was of tworibbons, the American flag and the British, arranged on a bar side byside, and suspended from them was the Mounty Insignia in the middle, apair of wings, and from the wings hung a tiny basket.
"To the Flying Buddies"was engraved on the back.
"You can thank your lucky stars that this isn't the French section ofCanada and you don't have to be kissed," Bradshaw informed them.
"We're grateful for that," Jim laughed in confusion.
"This has been a swell party, but what we did, if it was any good, wasas much for our own country as for yours, but let me tell you this, ifwe ever catch you in Texas, we'll get back at you--we'll pin horse-shoeson every one of you," Bob declared.
"Is that a threat or a promise?"
"Both," Bob laughed.
"My Dad has a sizy sort of ranch. It will hold the whole bunch, so ifany of you come to our state we'll be mortally offended if you don'tshow up at our house," Jim supplemented. He was recovering his poise,and then the Mounties cheered them until the rafters rang. An hour laterthey were allowed to depart, and every man promised to call for thehorseshoe.
"That was a dandy party," Jim chuckled later as they circled above thefield again.
"They are a grand bunch," Bob declared enthusiastically. He leveled offHer Highness, and started in a southerly course that would take themdown over New York state a way, but the wind was from the west and woulddrive them toward their own goal. The night was starless, although thereseemed to be few clouds, and the air was heavy with moisture as if itwould be raining before morning. The step-brothers did no more talking.They were both busy with their own thoughts. Their minds were occupiedwith the evening's fun, but in a few minutes Bob began to think of hisaunt and uncle and wished very hard that he could do something to helpthem. The rain had ruined a large part of the crops, and although therewas time to plant other things, the year promised to be another bad onefor the Fentons. The boy resolved to write and tell his mother. Momsomehow always had a suggestion that was worth while. If we could onlyfind out what happens to the turkeys, he sighed and he resolved to payHezzy a visit the next day if possible. Suddenly, in the distance theycaught a glimpse of a flash of light across the sky. It disappearedalmost at once, then they picked it up again.
"Bet it's the mail plane," Jim shouted.
"Guess it is," Bob agreed. He watched the plane getting closer, andpresently there was no mistaking the huge machine that came droningtoward them. Their altitude was five thousand feet, and the other pilotwould pass almost over them. It was mighty chummy to meet a pal of theair, so Bob zoomed up, and soon Her Highness was racing beside thebigger machine. The pilots waved greetings, waggled their wings, then,as the boys had to turn eastward, they waved a good-night, turnedabruptly and shot across the other's course. The man in the cock-pitnodded, and in a minute they were a mile apart, but Jim was watching thediminishing lights with interest. Suddenly he caught his brother's armand twisted him around.
"Something's gone wrong," he bellowed; He didn't need to, for Bob couldsee. At that moment there was a blaze, a leaping tongue of flame and theplane started to totter crazily toward the ground.
"Thundering Mars--he's on fire!"