Airship Andy Or The Luck of a Brave Boy Part 1

Airs.h.i.+p Andy.

by Frank V. Webster.

CHAPTER I-THE YOUNG CHAUFFEUR

"Hand over that money, Andy Nelson."

"Not on this occasion."

"It isn't yours."

"Who said it was?"

"It belongs to the business. If my father was here he'd make you give it up mighty quick. I represent him during his absence, don't I? Come, no fooling; I'll take charge of that cash."

"You won't, Gus Talbot. The man that lost that money was my customer, and it goes back to him and no one else."

Gus Talbot was the son of the owner of Talbot's Automobile Garage, at Princeville. He was a genuine chip off the old block, people said, except that he loafed while his father really worked. In respect to shrewd little business tricks, however, the son stood on a par with the father. He had just demonstrated this to Andy Nelson, and was trying his usual tactics of bluff and bl.u.s.ter. These did not work with Andy, however, who was the soul of honor, and the insolent scion of the Talbot family now faced his father's hired boy highly offended and decidedly angry.

Andy Nelson was a poor lad. He was worse off than that, in fact, for he was homeless and friendless. He could not remember his parents. He had a faint recollection of knocking about the country until he was ten years of age with a man who called himself his half-brother. Then this same relative placed him in a cheap boarding school where Andy had to work for a part of his keep. About a year previous to the opening of our story, Dexter Nelson appeared at the school and told Andy he would have to s.h.i.+ft entirely for himself.

He found Andy a place with an old farmer on the outskirts of Princeville. Andy was not cut out for hoeing and plowing. He was willing and energetic, however, and the old farmer liked him immensely, for Andy saved his oldest boy from drowning in the creek, and was kind and lovable to the farmer's several little children. But one day the old man told Andy plainly that he could not reconcile his conscience by spoiling a bright future for him, and explained why.

"If I was running a wagon-shop, lad," he said enthusiastically, "I'd make you head foreman. Somehow, you've got machinery born in your blood, I think. The way you've pottered over that old rack of mine, shows how you like to dabble with tools. The way you fixed up that old was.h.i.+ng-machine for marm proves that you know your business. Tell you, lad, it's a crying wrong to waste your time on the farm when you've got that busy head of yours running over with cogs, and screws, and wheels and such."

All this had led to Andy looking around for other employment. The old farmer was quite right-Andy's natural field was mechanics. He felt pretty happy the day he was accepted as the hired boy in Seth Talbot's garage.

That position was not secured without a great deal of fuss and bother on the part of Talbot, however. The latter was a hard task-master. He looked his prospective apprentice over as he would a new tool he was buying. He offered a mere beggarly pittance of wages, barely enough to keep body and soul together, and "lodgings," as he called it, on a broken-down cot in a dark, cramped lumber-room. Then he insisted on Andy getting somebody to "guarantee" him.

"I'll have no boy taking advantage of me," he declared; "learning the secrets of the trade, and bouncing off and leaving me in the lurch whenever it suits him. No sir-ree. If you come with me, it's a contract for two years' service, or I don't want you. When I was a boy they 'prenticed a lad, and you knew where you could put your finger on him.

It ought to be the law now."

Fortunately, Andy's half-brother happened to pa.s.s through the village about that time. He "guaranteed" Andy in some manner satisfactory to the garage proprietor, and Andy went to work at his new employment.

Talbot had formerly been in the hardware business. He seemed to think that this ent.i.tled him to know everything that appertained to iron and steel. When roller skating became a fad, he had sold out his business, built a big rink, and in a year was stranded high and dry. The bicycle fever caught him next, but he went into it just as everybody else was getting out of it. The result was another failure.

Now he had been in the automobile business for about six months. He had bought an old ramshackly paint-shop on the main street of the town, and had fixed it up so that it was quite presentable as a garage.

There were not many resident owners of automobiles in Princeville. Just at its outskirts, however, along the sh.o.r.e of a pretty lake, were the homes of some retired city folks. During the vacation months a good many people having machines summered at the town. Some of them stored their automobiles at the garage. Talbot claimed to do expert repairing, and as a good road ran through Princeville he managed to do some business with transient customers who came along.

Before he had been in the garage twenty-four hours, Andy was amazed and disgusted at the clumsy clap-trap repairing work that Talbot did. He half-mended breaks and leaks that would not last till a car reached its destination. He put in inferior parts, and on one occasion Andy saw his employer subst.i.tute an old tire for one almost new.

Andy tried to remedy all this. He was at home with tools, and inside of a week he was thoroughly familiar with every part of an automobile. He induced Talbot to send to the city for many important little adjuncts to ready repairing, and his employer soon realized that he had a treasure in his new a.s.sistant.

He did not, however, manifest it by any exhibition of liberality. In fact, as the days wore on Andy's tasks were piled up mountain high, and Talbot became a merciless tyrant in his bearing. Once when Andy earned a double fee by getting out of bed at midnight and hauling into town a car stuck in a mud-hole, he promised Andy a raise in salary and a new suit the next week. This promise, however, Talbot at once proceeded to forget.

It was Andy who was responsible for nearly doubling the income of his hard task-master. He heard of a big second-hand tourist car in the city, holding some thirty people, and told Talbot about it. The latter bought it for a song, and every Sat.u.r.day, and sometimes several days in the week, the car earned big money taking visitors sight-seeing around the lake or conveying villagers to the woods on picnic parties.

Later Andy struck a great bargain in two old cars that were offered for sale by a resident who was going to Europe. He influenced Talbot to advertise these for rent by the day or hour, and the garage began to thrive as a real money-making business.

This especial morning Andy had arisen as usual at five o'clock. He cooked his own meals on a little oil-stove in the lumber room behind the garage, and after a cup of coffee and some broiled ham and bread and b.u.t.ter, went to work cleaning up three machines that rented s.p.a.ce.

It was a few minutes before six o'clock, and just after the morning train from the city had steamed into town and out of it again, when a well-dressed man, carrying a light overcoat over one arm and a satchel, rushed through the open door of the garage.

"Hey!" he hailed. "They told me at the depot I could hire an automobile here."

"Yes, sir," replied Andy promptly.

"I want to cut across the country and catch the Macon train on the Central. There's just forty-five minutes to do it in."

"I can do it in twenty," announced Andy with confidence. "Jump in, sir."

In less than two minutes they were off, and the young chauffeur proved his agility and handiness with the machine in so rapid and clever a way, that his fare nodded and smiled his approval as they skimmed the smooth country road on a test run.

Andy made good his promise. It was barely half-past six when, with a honk-honk! to warn a clumsy teamster ahead of him, he ran the machine along the side of the depot platform at Macon.

"How much?" inquired his pa.s.senger, leaping out and reaching into his vest pocket.

"Our regular rate is two dollars an hour," explained Andy.

"There's five-never mind the change," interrupted the gentleman. "And here's a trifle for yourself for being wide-awake while most people are asleep."

"Oh, thank you, sir!" exclaimed Andy, overjoyed, but the man disappeared with a pleasant wave of his hand before the boy could protest against such unusual generosity.

Andy's eyes glowed with pleasure and his heart warmed up as he stowed the handsome five-dollar tip into his little purse containing a few silver pieces. He had never had so much money all his own at any time in his life. Once a tourist in settling a day's jaunt with Talbot in Andy's presence had added a two-dollar bill for his chauffeur, but this Talbot had immediately shoved into his money drawer without even a later reference to it.

Andy got back to the garage before seven o'clock. He whistled cheerily as he made a notation on the book of his fare and the collection, unlocked the desk, put the five dollars in the tin cash box, and relocked the desk.

Then he busied himself cleaning up the machine that had just made such a successful spin, for the roads were pretty dusty. As he pulled out the carpet of the tonneau to shake, something fell to the floor.

It was an old worn flat leather pocketbook. In a flash Andy guessed that his recent pa.s.senger had accidentally dropped it in the car.

He opened it in some excitement. It had a deep flap on one side. From this protruded the edges of a dozen crisp new banknotes. Andy ran them over quickly.

"Two hundred dollars!" he exclaimed.

"What's that?" spoke a sharp, greedy voice at his ear.

It was Gus Talbot, his employer's son, who had just appeared on the scene. It was pretty early for him, for Gus paraded as the cas.h.i.+er of his father's business and stayed around the garage on an average of about three hours a day. Most of his time was spent at a village billiard room in the company of a bosom chum named Dale Billings.

Andy was somewhat taken off his balance by the unexpected appearance of his employer's son. It was really the shock of recognizing in the face of the newcomer the manners and avarice that he shared with his father.

Almost instinctively Andy put the hand holding the pocketbook behind him. Then he said simply:

"I took a quick fare over to Macon to catch a train. He paid me five dollars. It's in the cash drawer."

"Oh, it is," drawled out Gus, "and what about all the money I just caught you counting over?"