Airship Andy Or The Luck of a Brave Boy Part 2

"Why not?" demanded Talbot stormily.

"Because I haven't got it."

"Who has?"

"Mr. Dawson, the banker. I took it to him when I left the garage."

"Oh, you did?" muttered Seth Talbot, looking baffled and furious.

"Yes, sir. I told him that it was lost money, explained the circ.u.mstances, and that if a certain Mr. Robert Webb called or telegraphed for it, to let him have it."

"Is that the name of the man you took over to Macon?"

"That is the name written in red ink on the flap of the pocketbook," and Andy drew out the former receptacle of the banknotes. "'Robert Webb, Springfield.' I shall write to him at Springfield and tell him where the money is."

Seth Talbot fairly glared at Andy. He got up and wriggled and hemmed and hawed, and sat down again.

"Young man," he observed in as steady tone of voice as he could command, "you've shown a sight of presumption in taking it on yourself to lay out my business system. Here you've gone and implied that I was not fit to be trusted."

Andy was silent.

"I won't have it; no, I won't have it!" shouted the garage-keeper. "It's an imputation on my honor! I'll give you just one chance to redeem yourself. You go back to the bank and tell Mr. Dawson that we've got on the direct track of the owner of the money, and bring it back here."

"That would be a lie," said Andy.

"Don't we know where he is?"

"In a general way, but so does the bank. It would be a cheat, too, for I don't believe you want to get the money back to its rightful owner any more than you wanted to pay me the tip that pa.s.senger left here for me last week."

Andy had been too bold. Talbot rose up, towering with rage. He sprang upon Andy, and threw him upon the cot, holding him there by sheer brute strength.

"Here, you Gus-Dale!" he shouted. "Off with his hat and shoes. And his coat-no, let me look that over first. Aha!"

Gus Talbot considered it high sport to a.s.sail a defenceless and outnumbered adversary. He and Dale s.n.a.t.c.hed off cap and shoes without gentleness or ceremony. Talbot had got hold of Andy's little purse and had brought to light the five dollars so carefully folded and stowed away there.

"Honest? Ha, ha! Decent? Ho, ho!" railed the old wretch. "Where did you get this five dollars without stealing it?"

"Bet he got ten dollars for the run to Macon and held back half of it,"

chimed in Gus.

"My fare gave it to me for making good time," explained Andy. "If you don't believe it, write to him."

"Yah!" jibed Talbot; "tell that to the marines!"

He kicked Andy's shoes and cap under a bench in the outer room and threw his coat up among a lot of old rubbish on a platform under the roof.

"Get the strongest padlock and hasp in the place," he ordered his son, "and secure that door. As to you, young man," he continued to Andy, "I'll give you till night to make up your mind to get back that money."

"I never will," declared Andy positively.

"Boy," said Seth Talbot, fixing his eye on Andy in a way that made his blood chill, "you'll do it, as I say, or I'll thrash you within an inch of your life."

CHAPTER III-RUNAWAY AND ROVER

The door of the lumber room was slammed shut on Andy and strongly locked, and the lad resigned himself to the situation. The Talbots, father and son, aided by brutal Dale Billings, had handled him pretty roughly, and he was content to lie on the cot and prepare for what was coming next.

"They've pretty nearly stripped me, and they've got all my money,"

reflected Andy. "I wish now I had dropped a postal card to Mr. Robert Webb at Springfield. I'll do it, though, the first thing, when I get out of this fix."

Andy was bound to get out of it in some way. It would be rashness complete to try it right on the spur of the moment. However, he had till night to think things over, and the youth felt pretty positive that long before then he would hit upon some plan of escape.

In a little while Andy got up and took stock of his surroundings. The part.i.tion that shut in the lumber room was made of common boards. With a good-sized sledge, Andy could batter it to pieces, but he had no tools, and glancing through a crack he saw Talbot and his son in the little front office ready to pounce on him at a minute's notice.

There was a long narrow box lying up against the inside surface of the part.i.tion boards. Andy had used this to hold his little kit of kitchen utensils. He removed these now, and lifted the box on end under the only outside aperture the lumber room presented. This was a little window, way up near the ceiling. When Andy reached this small, square hole, cut through a board, he discerned that he could never hope to creep through it.

Glancing down into the rear yard he made out Dale Billings, seated on a saw-horse, aimlessly whittling at a stick, and he decided that the ally of the Talbots was on guard there to watch out for any attempted escape in that direction.

However, when Andy had done a little more looking around in his prison-room, he made quite an encouraging discovery. Where the box had stood originally there was a broad, loose board. Dampness had weakened one end, and a touch pulled it away from the nails that held it. With one or two vigorous pulls, Andy saw he might rip the board out of place its entire length. This, however, would make a great noise, would arouse his captors, and he would have to run the gantlet the whole reach of the garage s.p.a.ce.

"It's my only show, though," decided Andy, "and I'll keep it in mind for later on."

Towards noon Andy made a meal of some sc.r.a.ps of food he found in his little larder. It was not a very satisfying meal, for his stock of provisions had run low that morning and he had intended replenis.h.i.+ng it during the day.

About two o'clock in the afternoon Andy fancied he saw his chance for making a break for liberty. Talbot was in the office. There was only one automobile in the garage. This was a car that the proprietor's son had just backed in. Andy could figure it out that Gus had just returned from a trip. He leaped out of the machine, simply throwing out the power clutch, with the engine still in motion, as if intending to at once start off again.

Gus ran to the office, and through the crack in the part.i.tion Andy saw him scan the open page of the daily order book. Our hero determined on a bold move. He leaned down in the corner of the lumber room and seized the end of the loose plank at the bottom of the part.i.tion with both hands, and gave it a pull with all his strength.

R-r-rip-bang!

Andy went backwards with a slam. The board had broken off at the nail-heads of the first rafter with a deafening crack. He dropped the fragment and dove through the aperture disclosed to him. He could hear startled conversation in the office, but it was no time to stop for obstacles now. Andy came to his feet in the garage room, made a superb spring, cleared the hood of the automobile, and, after a scramble, landed in the driver's seat.

With a swoop of his right hand, Andy grasped the lever, his left clutching the wheel. The car shot for the door in a flash. Gus Talbot had run out of the office. He saw the machine coming, and who manned it.

Andy noticed him poising for a spring, s.n.a.t.c.hed up the dust robe in the seat by his side, gave it a whirl, and forged ahead.

The robe wound around the face and shoulders of Gus, sending him staggering back, discomfited. Andy circled into the street away from town, turned down the south turnpike, and breathed the air of freedom with rapture.

"All I want is a safe start. I can't afford to leave the record behind me that I stole a machine," he reflected. "It's bad enough as it is now, with all the lies Talbot will tell. She's gone stale!"

The automobile wheezed down to an abrupt halt. It was just as it came to a curve near the Jones farm, and almost at the identical spot where Andy had been captured that morning. He cast a quick glance behind. No one was as yet visible in pursuit, and there was no other machine in the garage. One was handy not a square away from it, however. Andy had noticed a physician's car there as he sped along. The Talbots would not hesitate to impress it into service. At any rate, they would start some pursuit at once.

Andy guessed that some of Gus Talbot's careless tactics had put the magneto or carburetor out of commission. It would take fully five minutes to adjust things in running order. No one was in view ahead.

There were all kinds of opportunities to hide before an enemy came upon the scene.

Right at the side of the road was the hayfield of the Jones farm. Andy leaped a ditch and started to get to the thin line of scrub oak beyond which lay the creek. He pa.s.sed three haystacks and they now pretty well shut him out from the road. As he was pa.s.sing the fourth one, he stumbled, hopped about on one foot with a sharp cry of pain, and dropped down in the stubble.