Airship Andy; Or, The Luck of a Brave Boy

by Frank V. Webster

  CHAPTER XXIV--A HOPEFUL CLEW

  "Did you want to see me, Dale," inquired Andy.

  "Yes, I do, and bad," responded Dale Billings. "See here, you've won abig race. You're rich. If it hadn't been for me and Gus Talbot, youwouldn't be."

  "How is that?" inquired Andy.

  "We figured along the line, didn't we? If I'd gone to work for oldTalbot when I had a chance, you'd have been out and wouldn't havelearned about automobiles and machinery and such, and couldn't have runan airship and won the race."

  This was queer reasoning. Andy had to smile. He couldn't feel any waybut pleasant and happy with the great airship prize his, however, and hesaid:

  "Well, let that go. What are you driving at, Dale?"

  "We're in hard luck, me and Gus."

  "You look it," said Andy.

  "We haven't got a cent, we don't dare to go back home. Gus is sick in anold shed down the tracks, and we haven't had a mouthful to eat sinceyesterday morning. There's no friends here we know but you. I'm justdesperate. Loan me two dollars, Andy."

  "Why certainly," answered Andy.

  "I mean five--yes, if you'll loan us ten dollars till we get work and onour feet, we'll pay it back."

  "All right," agreed Andy, "only you'll have to come up to our camp forit. You know where it is--Parks' camp."

  "Yes, I know."

  "I want to have a talk with you. You can depend on the money, Dale."

  A thought ran through the mind of the young aviator that by kindness hemight make some impression on the two outcasts. As he summed up themeanness and audacity of his recent capture, however, Andy secretlyconfessed that it would be a hard undertaking.

  First thing of all, our hero took a bath and got himself in better shapegenerally. Mr. Parks and a group of his friends occupied the mainsitting room. Andy had left Dale in one of the smaller apartments of theold shack. As he went thither he passed Scipio, arrayed in white apronand natty cap and warbling a plantation ditty as he brandished knife andcarver gaily.

  "Getting sech a dinnah, Andy, chile," he chuckled. "Ah give you a feastyou nebber forgit."

  "Now then, Silas," said Andy, entering the room where he had left thefarmer boy, "I've got time to shake your hand good and hearty, and gladto do it."

  "And I'm glad you're not too proud to do it," replied Silas.

  "You've done a big thing for me, Silas," went on Andy.

  "Think so?"

  "Where would the race be if you had not come along in the nick of timeand set me free?"

  "I was mightily surprised to see you in that queer fix," said Silas,"and I didn't know what had happened when you started on a rush for theairship."

  "Well, you understand now," said Andy. "Now then, Silas, what can I dofor you?"

  "Do, how?"

  "I want to acknowledge your usefulness in some way. There must besomething you want or need."

  "You mean you'd like to give me some little memento for trying to helpyou along?"

  "That's it."

  "But I'm glad to do it for nothing."

  "Never mind. Come, speak out, Silas. A bicycle, a nice new watch andchain?"

  "Why, see here," said Silas, after a moment's deep thought, "if it's thesame to you, I'd like ten dollars and seventeen cents."

  Andy smiled. "For something special?" he inquired.

  "Why, yes. You see I want to go to school this winter and learnshorthand. The term is eighteen dollars, and I've only saved up sevendollars and eighty-three cents."

  "I'll do better than that for you, Silas," said Andy, "and I'm glad tofind you so ambitious. How is your father?"

  "All right, I guess, though I haven't seen him for nigh onto a month."

  "Why, how's that?"

  "I've been staying at the Collins farm."

  "You have?" exclaimed Andy, at once interested.

  "Yes. Just came up from there yesterday. There hasn't been much doing,and won't be until the folks get their new house built. I was on theirhands, though, and I'm staying around visiting relatives."

  "How do you mean you was on their hands, Silas?" inquired Andy.

  "Why, dad got talking with Mr. Collins after we'd got rid of the geese.There's a good academy at Wade, and Mr. Collins was going into sheep ina big way. He offered me quite a good job and the chance to go to schoolin the winter, and I took it."

  "But Mr. Collins' house burned down," said Andy.

  "What, did you hear of that?" asked Silas in surprise.

  "Yes," nodded Andy.

  "Well, that put things in bad shape for the family, but they are comingback soon, and in the meantime I tend to the sheep in the pasture lot.Lucky they had moved the old shed over there for storm shelter beforethe house and barns burned down."

  "What shed?" asked Andy, with a quick start.

  "The one that stood under the old elm tree. Don't you remember? Why, itwas the shed you changed your clothes in."

  "What!" shouted Andy, jumping to his feet in intense excitement; "thatshed wasn't burned down?"

  "Ain't I telling you? They moved it over to the pasture on skids twoweeks before the fire."

  "And it is there now?"

  "Yes--but don't!"

  Andy felt like making a rush at once at the great hopeful news Silas hadtold. The latter had grabbed his arm.

  "Don't what?"

  "Bolt. You're going to make a dash like you did this morning."

  "No, Silas," said Andy, trying to be calm. "You can't imagine what greatnews you have brought me."

  "I don't see how."

  "We must go to the Collins farm at once, Silas, that old shed had ashelf up over the side window?"

  "Remember that, do you? So do I."

  "It had a lot of rubbish on it."

  "I noticed that."

  "Has it ever been disturbed?"

  "Not that I know of. You see, Mr. Collins was arranging to have the oldbarracks patched up by a carpenter from Wade, when the fire came along."

  "Silas," said Andy, "I threw my old clothes up on that shelf. If theyare still there, I shall be able to find an old leather pocketbook inthem that contains a paper upon which depends a fortune."

  "You don't say so?" remarked Silas, in open-mouthed wonderment "Whatqueer things you happen across!"

  "A gentleman named Webb is very, very anxious to recover thatpocketbook. I want you to go at once with me and see if the clothes arestill there," and Andy briefly recited the story of the lost pocketbookand the details of his recent visit to the Collins farm.

  He was consulting a railroad timetable to determine when the next trainleft Montrose, when Scipio rushed into the room.

  "Andy, boy," he spoke quickly, "yo' told a boy to told me dat he was tobe let come to see yo'?"

  "What kind of a boy, Scipio?" inquired Andy.

  Scipio described Dale Billings, and as he did so passed some personalcomments on his "'spicious" appearance.

  "Yes, that's right, Scipio," said Andy.

  "Den somefin's wrong," declared the perturbed cook. "When he come, I sayMistah Nelson very much preoccupied with another gemman, and he mustwait. He sot down on dat chair just outside the door hyar."

  "Go on, Scipio."

  "I keep my eye on him. Dat boy," announced Scipio, "remind me of mean,low-down people, I meet afore in my 'sperience. Bimeby I watch him bendtowards de door. He seemed listening. Den I saw him start and drawcloser to de door. Den all of a sudden he make a rush out of de place. Irun to de gate. Den anoder sneaking-looking boy meet him. Dey talk fast,berry much excited. Den dey make a run towards the railroad tracks as ifdey was in a turrible hurry."

  "Dale Billings and Gus Talbot!" exclaimed Andy, on fire with theintelligence imparted by his loyal, dusky friend. "Silas, they have gotour secret. They are after the old leather pocketbook on the Collinsfarm. We must get there first!"

  Andy directed Silas to wait where he was. Then he ran to the room whereMr. Parks was engaged with his friends. Appearing at the doorway heattracted the attention of the aeronaut a
nd beckoned to him.

  "What is it, Andy?" inquired Parks, coming outside. "You look excited."

  "I am," admitted Andy, and then very briefly, but clearly, he explainedhis urgency.

  "I say, you mustn't let any grass grow under your feet!" exclaimedParks. "I reckon you've got it right--that sneaking fellow you was tryingto help is off on the track of the old shed you tell about. There's the_Racing Star_--no, that won't do, but--I've got it, Andy. Wait here aminute."

  John Parks flashed in among his friends and then flashed out again. Nowhe was accompanied by a well-dressed portly gentleman whom Andy had seenabout the aviation grounds, and whom he knew to be one of the principalsin getting up the race.

  The aeronaut was busy talking fast and urgently to this person, whonodded to Andy and said:

  "That's all right Do you know how to run an automobile?" to Andy.

  "Why, that was his old business," explained Parks.

  "I'll risk anybody getting ahead of you, then. My machine is justoutside the camp."

  "Come on, Silas," hailed Andy as they passed on towards the gate.

  Andy found a magnificent six-cylinder automobile just outside the camp.He thanked its owner heartily for allowing its use, beckoned Silas tothe rear seat, and waved adieu to his employer with the cheery words:

  "I'll be back inside of two hours, Mr. Parks."

  "Say," bolted out Silas, holding on with both hands as they crossed therailroad tracks and struck a winding country road due north,"isn't--isn't this going pretty fast?"

  "Oh, this is just starting up," declared Andy.

  "I never rode in one of these before," said Silas. "Those sneaks won'tget much ahead of this, I'm thinking."

  Andy thought this, too. There was not the least doubt in his mind thatDale Billings and Gus Talbot were already on the trail of the oldleather pocketbook. All they could do, however, was to steal their wayon some slow freight train. Still, they might induce someone to go forthem or with them by faster travel. They might get an automobile, evenif they had to steal one. Andy felt that it was pretty hopeless tryingto make Dale or Gus respectable. He had intended, in the liberality ofhis heart, to put them on their feet. Here, the first thing, Dale wasacting the part of a sneak and a thief.

  It felt good to Andy to get back to his old business once more. Once outon a clear, level road, he made the machine fairly hum. Variousejaculations back of him told that his unexperienced passenger washaving spasms. In considerably less than an hour the machine reachedWade. They were soon at the site of the Collins farmhouse.

  "There's the old shed, see?" spoke Silas, as Andy directed the machineacross the fields.

  "Yes, I see," said Andy, "and it's a sight for sore eyes."

  He halted the machine and jumped out as they reached the fence of apasture lot containing several flocks of sheep. In one corner of itstood the old shed. Silas was worked up to quite as high a pitch ofsuspense and expectation as Andy himself.

  "There's the shelf!" he cried, as Andy passed through the doorway.

  "Yes, but--my old clothes are not here."

  "Oh, don't say that!" almost choked out Silas.

  "It is true," said Andy, getting down from the keg he was standing on."Here's a lot of old truck, wagon hardware and hoops and a grindstone,but the clothes are gone."

  Silas uttered a dismal groan.

  "Oh, I'm a hoodoo!" he declared, banging his head first on one side andthen on the other. "Here I've made you all this trouble, all fornothing. But, say," added the farmer eagerly, "some one must have takenthose clothes. We may trace them down. And say, some one has been inthis shed since I left it yesterday."

  "Why do you think so?"

  "Someone has slept here. See, the floor is covered with straw. Sometramp, I suppose. It rained last night, and he came in here for shelter.Oh, whoop! whoopee!"

  At first Andy thought his companion had taken leave of his senses. Witha Comanche-like yell Silas had made a spring. Then a method to hisapparent madness was disclosed.

  Andy saw him pull a wadded mass out of a hole formerly used to admit astove pipe. Andy gasped with gladness and hope.

  "My clothes," he said, "sure enough!"

  "Don't you see?" said the jubilant Silas, dancing a joyful hornpipe. "Itrained. The tramp who stayed here stuffed up the hole to shut out therain. Say, sure your clothes?"

  "Yes," said Andy, searching them.

  "And the pocketbook?"

  "Here it is," cried our hero in a strained tone that trembled. "Yes, thepocketbook is here all right."

  "Hurrah!" yelled Silas Pierce at the top of his voice.