CHAPTER V
THE TELEGRAM
But if the motor boys thought they would soon catch up to those who hadstolen the _Comet_ they were doomed to disappointment. For the rest ofthe day they drove the auto at top speed, but there was no sign of themissing airship, nor could they get any news of it.
"We might as well put up for the night," was Jerry's opinion, as itbegan to get dark. "We may pass it in the night, if we don't. Andy,we'll take you to the station, and send you home. I'll telegraph yourfolks that you are coming, so they won't be worried."
"I wish I could come with you," spoke the little chap.
But they knew it would be best for him to return, and after promisinghim a ride in the _Comet_, when they should have recovered it, theybade farewell to the excitable lad at the station. They put up at ahotel in the town of Rodmead, which was about a hundred miles fromCresville, the auto having made good time on her searching trip. Aftersupper the lads talked over their plans.
"It's certain that we're going in the right direction," remarked Jerry,"but when we'll catch up to Noddy is another matter. I'm afraid it willtake some time."
"If we could only send word on ahead, and have him stopped," suggestedBob.
"That's a good plan!" exclaimed the elder lad. "I wonder we didn'tthink of it before. I'll telegraph to several of the large cities thatare ahead of us, and ask if there's any news of an airship having beenseen in their vicinity."
"But will you wait here until you get answers?" inquired Ned.
"No," responded Jerry, after a moment's consideration. "We can ask thatreplies be sent to us at different places ahead of us. For instance,the next fair-sized town is Branchville, and the city beyond that isCanton. We can telegraph to the chief of police in Canton, and ask thata reply be sent to us to be called for at Branchville. See my plan?"
"It's a good one," commented Bob. It was at once put into operation,and that night several inquiring messages were being clicked over thewires, while the boys went to bed to rest up for the search that laybefore them.
They were on the road again, early the next morning, and while runningto Branchville kept a keen watch on the sky overhead. But the onlyspecks they saw were birds, and when they inquired for a telegram, andwere handed one, they had small hopes of any success. Nor was there anynews, the message from the Canton police chief being to the effect thatno airship had been sighted near there.
"Well, we've got several other places to hear from before night,"remarked Ned hopefully. "Let's get a move on us."
"Yes," agreed Jerry, "but we have several more messages to hear frombefore night," his tone, however, was not quite as confident as it hadbeen.
"Then let's hit up the pace a little," suggested Bob. "Maybe we can getin all our telegrams before dark."
"Yes, I think we can stand a little more speed," said the steersman, ashe shoved over the gasolene lever, and advanced his spark. "We'll hitup the pace."
"Be careful you don't get caught for speeding," cautioned Bob.
"Oh, I don't believe any of the constables in this country townshiphave motorcycles with cyclometers on," spoke Jerry, with a laugh. Theauto was now moving swiftly along, but at no illegal rate of speed.However, it was not more than ten minutes after this that, as the ladspassed a cross road, they heard some one shout after them:
"Hold on there! You're goin' too fast!"
"Better slow up," advised Ned, after a swift glance at the man who hadwarned them. "There's a fellow with a motorcycle, Jerry. Maybe he's aconstable."
"Oh, I guess not," was the response, for Jerry was anxious to get thenext telegram, and the auto kept on.
"He's coming after us," announced Bob, when a backward glance hadshowed him the man in pursuit. "He's coming, Jerry!"
"I heard him," was the reply, as the explosions of the smaller machinesounded in the rear. "I hear him, but we'll be out of this townshipin a few minutes, and he hasn't any jurisdiction in the next, wherethey're more liberal in the matter of speed laws."
So on they kept, the man in the rear, on his motorcycle, calling tothem, at intervals, to stop.
"There," announced Jerry, as he passed a mile post, "we're out of histerritory now, and he can't molest us." But the motor cyclist stillcame on, and, as Jerry slowed up, when nearing a curve, the man in therear, with a sudden burst of speed, swung his machine ahead of theauto. Then, jumping off, after a quick stop, he placed himself right inthe path, so that Jerry was obliged to stop, to avoid running him down.
"I've caught you!" cried the man. "Maybe you'll stop next time I yellat you! You exceeded the speed limits, and you're under arrest!"
"Who are you?" asked Jerry.
"I'm Constable Hedden of Analomick township, and you fellers wasrunning nigh onto forty miles an hour. I can tell, because I've got acyclometer that registers the truth. You're under arrest, and you'llhave to come before Squire Nashfell," and the constable threw back hiscoat, to display a large star on his vest. "That's my authority," headded, proudly.
"Are you sure we were going too fast?" asked Jerry mildly, and hischums were surprised at his manner.
"Of course I am. Can't I tell by my register?"
"But we are out of your territory," put in Ned. "You have no right toarrest us in this township."
"That's all right," said Constable Hedden. "You violated the speed lawin Analomick township, and I can arrest you wherever I catch you; and Ihave you now!"
"Guess you didn't think of that, Jerry," remarked Bob in a low voice.
"Yes, I did," answered the tall lad, in a whisper. "Just keep still,and say nothing. You and Ned remain in the car. I'll settle with thisfellow." Then, addressing the constable, Jerry went on: "Well, what areyou going to do with us? We can't walk back to the office of the Squirewith you, and leave our car here on the road. Can't you trust us tocome back?"
"Not much! I got bit once, an' I ain't goin' to again. I'll ride backwith you to the Squire's office, an' prefer a charge against you."
"What will you do with your motorcycle?" asked Ned, thinking he could"stump" the constable.
"Oh, I'll jest hide it here in the bushes," replied the man with agrin. Evidently he was well pleased with himself at having made sucha haul. "I'm all ready for you automobile fellers these days," hecontinued. "I can hide my wheel where no one will see it. Then, whenthe court proceedings are over, you will have to bring me back here,and I'll get my machine."
"Suppose we refuse?" asked Bob, who saw visions of a late, if not analtogether postponed, supper.
"Oh, I guess you won't dare refuse to obey an order of the court," saidMr. Hedden. "I've got you right, an' the less trouble you make, thebetter off you'll be."
"All right," agreed Jerry, with an ease that surprised his chums. "Putyour machine in the bushes, and get in."
"No monkey-business, now mind!" stipulated the constable. "If I catchyou tryin' to run away from me, it'll go hard with you!"
Jerry said nothing, but there was a faint smile around his mouth, as hewatched the constable carefully place the motor cycle in the bushes,where it was well out of sight. Then, as Mr. Hedden came back, the talllad got out of the car, and began jacking up one of the front wheels,raising it, however, only a little way from the ground.
"What's the matter?" asked Ned, quickly.
"Keep still, and you'll see," answered Jerry. Then, when the constablecame out of the bushes that official asked, in some surprise:
"What's the matter; got a puncture?"
"There might be," answered Jerry cautiously, which was perfectly true.There might have been, only there wasn't.
The tall lad began a careful examination of the front wheel. He turnedit slowly around, and his face wore a puzzled air.
"I had a puncture myself, one day," went on the official, "an' it tookquite a while to find it."
Jerry did not reply. He went to the tool box, and got a wrench. Then,when he was applying it to one of the lugs that held the tire in place,the tool slipped from his hand, and went some di
stance across the dustyroad.
"Oh, hang it!" exclaimed the lad, as if in distress, and he held onehand in the other, as though he had hurt himself. Ned and Bob, in thetonneau, looked on anxiously.
"I'll get it for you!" cried the constable, desirous to be of someservice. Probably he was in a hurry to get his prisoners arraigned, andfined, so he could collect his share.
The man with the big badge hurried across the road to where the wrenchhad fallen. For an innocent wrench it had traveled quite a distance,Ned thought.
No sooner was the man's back turned that Jerry, with a quick motion,sprang into the car. His hand sought the spark lever and swung itover. The car could be "started on the spark" once it had been runningfor some time, and this was one of those times. In an instant thewelcome explosions sounded, and, a moment later, Jerry threw in theclutch. Forward shot the auto, the jack under the front wheel offeringscarcely any obstacle. It was left lying in the road while Jerry,throwing in the second speed, was soon far down the road, leaving amuch-astonished constable staring after the auto and its occupants.
"Here you! Come back here!" he yelled. "That ain't fair to git awaythat way! It's a trick! Come back here!"
"Not to-day!" shouted Jerry, as he increased the speed. "You arrestedus by a trick, and we got away by the same means. We're even. Besides,we weren't exceeding the speed limit, and you know it," which was thetruth.
The constable, his face distorted with rage, ran to the bushes where hehad left his motorcycle, but Jerry knew that long before he could getit out, and in motion, the auto would be so far away that pursuit wouldbe out of the question.
"I guess we've seen the last of him," commented Ned, with a laugh."That was a good trick, Jerry. I didn't see what you were up to atfirst."
"Was there really a puncture?" asked Bob.
"Of course not," answered Jerry. "I did that to gain time. Then I threwthe wrench across the road, hoping he'd go after it. I knew I couldstart on three wheels, and that the jack wouldn't stop us, for I onlyraised it an inch from the ground. Well, we got out of that all right.Now for the next telegram."
Their next stop was at Varden, and the town they hoped to hear from wasPlatville. They found a message awaiting them in the telegraph office.Nervously Jerry tore it open.
"Any news?" asked Ned, anxiously.
"Yes," answered Jerry. "The message reads: 'Airship disabled aboutthree miles from here. May be yours.' Fellows, I guess we've run downNoddy Nixon!"
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