Motor Matt's Air Ship; or, The Rival Inventors, Page 2

  CHAPTER II.

  A QUEER "FIND."

  Both passengers in the air-ship were now leaning over the rail of thesuspended car.

  "Hitch us on to your automobile," shouted the one who had been doingthe driving, "and tow us back to South Chicago."

  The offhand way in which the man spoke proved that he was lacking onthe practicable side of his nature.

  "That's a whole lot easier said than done," Matt called back. "It wasonly by a happenchance that we got your drag-rope tied to the tree. Ifyou've got an anchor-rope up there, throw it down and we'll make itfast to the car before we cast off the other."

  "That's the only long rope we've got," answered the man.

  "Well," went on Matt, "you ought to be able to see what sort of a jobwe're up against. Your motor is pulling hard on the rope, and themoment we take the rope from the tree it will be jerked out of ourhands. Don't you know how to run a gas-engine?"

  "I know how to start a gas-engine," was the amazing response, "but Idon't know how to stop it."

  "Py shiminy grickets!" whooped Carl, "you vas a nice pair to shtart offmit a gasolene-air-ship. You vas in luck nod to make some landings onChupiter, Mars or to hit a comic."

  Matt likewise thought it was an odd situation, but believed it wouldbe well to get the two helpless aeronauts down on terra firma beforeasking for an explanation of their predicament.

  "Do either of you know what the gasolene-tank is?" he asked.

  The heads disappeared within the car for a moment, then one reappearedover the railing.

  "Yes, we've found that, all right," said the man.

  "And the carburettor--do you know where to look for that?"

  "Is that the thing that makes the spark?"

  Carl let off a howl of derision.

  "Ach, du lieber, vat a ignorance! Der carpuretter makes der gas, dotmakes der exblosions in der cylinter, dot moofs der biston dot makesder bropellor go 'roundt. I know dot meinseluf, efen dough I vasn't sopright like Modor Matt."

  "There's a pipe leading from the gasolene-tank to the carburettor,"continued Matt, "and there's a valve which should be worked by a lever.Close that valve and you'll shut off the supply of gasolene. When youdo that, the motor will stop, and we can work down here to betteradvantage."

  The head disappeared again and the car rocked and swayed as the two menscrambled around in it. Their ignorance, however, increased rather thanlessened the difficulty. The misfiring of the one cylinder ceased andthe motor took up its humming rhythm at an even faster speed. The freshimpetus of the propeller put a harder pull on the rope, and the strainbore sudden and unexpected results.

  With a yell of dismay the driver of the machine leaned over the rail ofthe car. He had thrown off his hat and his coat was unbuttoned.

  "We're making it worse!" he cried. "I wish to thunder you could come uphere and----"

  Just then the drag-rope, which could not have been properly fastened tothe car, let go and dropped earthward in sinuous coils.

  The man doubled farther over the rail in a futile and foolish effort tolay hold of it. Something fell from the pocket of his coat, flutteredthrough the air and landed in the top of a tree.

  Matt noted the flight of the fallen object only incidentally, for themajor part of his attention was taken up with the actions of the car.

  The steering rudder had become elevated, and the air-ship started ata tremendous clip toward the clouds. The two aeronauts could be seenrushing around the car like mad. While the two boys watched, the rudderwas brought down to a level; but something else had gone wrong, for themachine could not be maneuvered.

  Swiftly the air-ship diminished to a mere speck in the southern sky,and then vanished altogether.

  Carl turned a blank look at Matt and gave a long whistle.

  "Dot proofs, Matt," said he, "dot id don'd vas goot pitzness to monkeymit t'ings you don'd know nodding aboudt. Oof dose fellers run into ashooding shdar dere vill be some fine smash oops."

  "Why they ever ventured up in the air-ship, knowing so little about howto manage it, is a mystery."

  Matt gave his head an ominous shake.

  "Vat vill pecome oof dem?" queried Carl.

  "If they can get the steering rudder to working, they can drive theair-ship to the ground. Anyhow, the supply of gasolene will have togive out, in time, and then they may be able to come down."

  "Dere iss somet'ing crooked aboudt dose fellers. Oddervise, deyvouldn't be vere dey are."

  "Did you see something drop from the driver's pocket, Carl?"

  "Nix. Iss dot vat habbened?"

  "Yes. It landed in the top of that tree, over there."

  "Meppy ve ged holt oof der t'ing und find oudt somet'ing aboudt whodose fellers vas, und for vy dey vent off for a fly mitoudt knowing howto manach der flyer?"

  Matt proceeded to the foot of the tree in whose branches the fallenobject had alighted. Lifting his gaze upward, he peered sharply intothe foliage.

  "I see it," he announced, pointing.

  "Und me, too," said Carl. "It vas vite, und round, like a punch oofbapers rolled oop. How ve ged him down, hey? Meppy ve t'row someshticks ad him?"

  Suiting his action to the word, Carl picked up clubs and stones andhurled them upward in an endeavor to dislodge the object. Finding thatthese efforts were unsuccessful, Matt threw off his coat and hat andclimbed the tree.

  The roll of papers was lodged far out in the fork of a branch. Standingon the branch, he jumped up and down on it and jarred the roll loose.Carl caught it deftly as it fell.

  "Hoop-a-la!" he yelled; "here she vas, Matt. Come down a leedle vile velook him ofer."

  In a few moments Matt was again on the ground. The roll, which Carlimmediately handed to him, he found to contain a number of sheetswrapped compactly in a piece of white paper.

  "I guess we'll open it and not stand on any ceremony," said Matt.

  "Sure!" exclaimed Carl. "For vy nod?"

  "It's not exactly the right thing to do. They're not our papers andwe haven't any business tampering with documents that belong to someone else. Under the circumstances, though, and considering that thewhole affair of the air-ship is a strange one, and that we may be ableto help the two men in some way through the information the roll maycontain, we'll have a look at it."

  Going back to the place where they had eaten their lunch, the boyssat down and Matt opened the little bundle. A dozen blue prints ofmechanical tracings were revealed. In the center of the roll was asealed envelope, bearing no address or writing of any sort.

  "Dere's nodding aboudt der plue prints to helup us know somet'ing,"said Carl. "Oben der enfellup, Matt."

  "No," returned Matt, "we can't do that. That would be going a littletoo far."

  "Vell, ve got to do somet'ing oof ve findt oudt who dose fellers vas."

  "We'll wait, and give them a chance to claim their property."

  "How dey vas going to glaim it, hey? Dey didtn't dell us who dey vas,und ve ditn't dell dem our names."

  "We know the air-ship came from South Chicago. I don't believe thereare very many air-ships in that place, and if we inquire around alittle we ought to be able to find out who owns the Hawk."

  "Righdt you vas! Somevay, Matt, you always know vat to do ven eferypodyelse iss guessing. Shall ve ged indo der car und go pack to der pigcity py vay oof Sout' Chicago?"

  "That's our cue. If we can discover who owns the Hawk we'll leave thesepapers there for him."

  Matt rolled up the envelope and the papers and stowed them safely awayin his pocket.

  "I know dere vas some niggers in der vood-pile, all righdt," averredCarl. "Two fellers vouldn't go off mit an air-ship dey don'd know howto run oof eferyt'ing vas like it ought to be."

  "There may be a whole lot of sense in what you say, Carl," repliedMatt, "and then, again, the explanation of the queer layout may beextremely simple. Don't get to imagining things, old chap, but coilup that rope and throw it into the car. We'll carry it back to SouthChicago and leave it at the same pla
ce we leave this roll of blueprints."

  While Carl was coiling up the rope, Matt gave his attention to theautomobile. When Carl arrived and threw the rope into the tonneau, Mattwas busy with the crank.

  Presently they were in the car and headed back along the return course.

  Hardly had they got under good headway, however, when a flurry of dustshowed in the road ahead of them. As the wind blew the dust aside, ahorse and buggy with two men broke into view.

  In accordance with the rules of the road, Matt slowed down to make surethe horse did not take fright at the automobile. The horse was going ata run, and the men seemed to be excited.

  The one who was driving drew rein as the rig came alongside the car.

  "Say," shouted the men, "did you boys see an air-ship anywhere in thisvicinity?"

  "Yes," answered Matt. "It was going south."

  "Then we're on the right track?"

  "So far as we know; but the air-ship was unmanageable and----"

  The men in the buggy did not wait to hear any more. The driver beganplying his whip and the horse again leaped onward.

  "Who were those two men?" yelled Matt, anxious for a little information.

  "Thieves!" came the answer, as rig and passengers once more vanished ina cloud of dust.