The Boy Scout Aviators Part 19

"Out of essense--he's got to come down," said Harry, appraisingly, to d.i.c.k. "He'll manage it all right, too. He knows his business through and through, that chap."

"I wonder where he'll land," speculated d.i.c.k.

"He's got to pick an open s.p.a.ce, of course," said Harry. "And there aren't so many of them around here. By Jove!"

"Look! He's certainly coming down fast!" exclaimed d.i.c.k.

"Yes--and, I say, I think he's heading for this meadow! Come on--start that motor, d.i.c.k!"

"Why? Don't you want him to see us?"

"I don't mind him seeing us--I don't want him to see the car," explained Harry. "We'll run it around that bend, out of sight from the meadow."

"Why shouldn't he see it?"

"Because if he's out of petrol, he'll want to take all we've got and we may not want him to have it. We don't know who he is, yet."

The car was moving as Harry explained. As soon as the meadow was out of sight, Harry stopped the engine and got out of the car.

"He may have seen it as he was coming down--the car, I mean," he said.

"But I doubt it. He's got other things to watch. That meadow for one--and all his levers and his wheel. Guiding an aeroplane in a coast like that down the air is no easy job."

"Have you ever been up, Harry?"

"Yes, often. I've never driven one myself, but I believe I could if I had to. I've watched other people handle them so often that I know just about everything that has to be done.

"That's an English monoplane. I've seen them ever so often," said d.i.c.k.

"It's an army machine, I mean. See it's number? It's just coming in sight of us now. Wouldn't you like to fly her though?"

"I'd like to know what it's doing around here," said Harry. "And it seems funny to me if an English army aviator has started out without enough petrol in his tank to see him through any flight he might be making. And wouldn't he have headed for one of his supply stations as soon as he found out he was running short, instead of coming down in country like this?"

d.i.c.k stared at him.

"Do you think it's another spy?" he asked.

"I don't think anything about it yet, d.i.c.k. But I'm not going to be caught napping. That's a Bleriot--and the British army flying corps uses Bleriots. But anyone with the money can buy one and make it look like an English army plane. Remember that."

There was no mistaking about the monoplane when it was once down. Its pilot was German; he was unmistakably so. He had been flying very high and when he landed he was still stiff from the cold.

"Petrol!" he cried eagerly, as he saw the two boys. "Where can I get petrol? Quick! Answer me!"

Harry shot a quick glance at d.i.c.k.

"Come on," he said, beneath his breath. "We've got to get him and tie him up."

The aviator, cramped and stiffened as he was by the intense cold that prevails in the high levels where he had been flying, was no match for them. As they sprang at him his face took on the most ludicrous appearance of utter surprise. Had he suspected that they would attack him he might have drawn a pistol. As it was, he was helpless before the two boys, both in the pink of condition and determined to capture him.

He made a struggle, but in two minutes he was laying roped, tied, and utterly helpless. He was not silent; he breathed the most fearful threats as to what would happen to them. But neither boy paid any attention to him.

"We've got to get him to the car," said Harry. "Can we drag him?"

"Yes. But if we loosen his feet a little, he could walk," suggested d.i.c.k. "That would be ever so much easier for him, and for us too. I should hate to be dragged. Let's make him walk."

"Right--and a good idea!" said Harry. He loosened the ropes about the aviator's feet, and helped him to stand.

"March!" he said. "Don't try to get away--I've got a leading rope, you see."

He did have a loose end of rope, left over from a knot, and with this he proceeded to lead the enraged German to the automobile. It looked for all the world as if he were leading a dog, and for a moment d.i.c.k doubled up in helpless laughter. The whole episode had it's comic side, but it was serious, too.

"Now we've got to draw off the gasoline in the tank in this bucket,"

said Harry. The German had been bestowed in the tonneau, and made as comfortable as possible with rugs and cus.h.i.+ons. His feet were securely tied again, and there was no chance for him to escape.

"What are you going to do?" asked d.i.c.k. "Are you going to try to fly in that machine?"

"I don't know, yet. But I'm going to have it ready, so that I can if I need to," said Harry. "That Bleriot maybe the saving of us yet, d.i.c.k.

There's no telling what we shall have to do."

Even as he spoke, Harry was making new plans, rendered possible by this gift from the skies. He was beginning, at last, to see a way to circ.u.mvent the Germans. What he had in mind was risky, certainly, and might prove perilous in the extreme. But he did not let that aspect of the situation worry him. His one concern was to foil the terrible plan that the Germans had made, and he was willing to run any risk that would help him to do so.

"The Zeppelin is coming here to Bray Park--it's going to land here,"

said Harry. "And if it ever gets away from here there will be no way of stopping it from doing all the damage they have planned, or most of it.

Thanks to Graves, we wouldn't be believed if we tell what we know--we'd probably just be put in the guard house. So we've got to try to stop it ourselves."

They had reached the Bleriot by that time. Harry filled the tank, and looked at the motor. Then he sat in the driver's seat and practiced with the levers, until he decided that he understood them thoroughly. And, as he did this, he made his decision.

"I'm going into Bray Park tonight," he said. "This is the only way to get in."

"And I'm going with you," announced d.i.c.k.

CHAPTER XVIII

VINDICATION

At first Harry refused absolutely to consent to d.i.c.k's accompanying him, but after a long argument he was forced to yield.

"Why should you take all the risks when it isn't your own country, especially?" asked d.i.c.k, almost sobbing. "I've got a right to go! And, besides, you may need me."

That was true enough, as Harry realized. Moreover, he had been investigating the Bleriot, and he discovered that it was one of the new safety type, with a gyroscope device to insure stability. That day was almost without wind, and therefore it seemed that if such an excursion could ever be safe, this was the time. He consented in the end, and later he was to be thankful that he had.

Once the decision was taken, they waited impatiently for the return of Jack Young. Harry foresaw protests from Jack when he found out what they meant to do, but for him there as an easy answer--there was room in the aeroplane for only two people, and there was no way of carrying an extra pa.s.senger.

It was early dusk when Jack returned, and he had the forethought to bring a basket of food with him--cold chicken, bread and b.u.t.ter, and milk, as well as some fruit.

"I didn't find out very much," he said, "except this. Someone from London has been asking about you both. And this much more--at least a dozen people have come down to Bray Park today from London."