"Ye kin dash my toplights if I don"t wipe up ther floor wi" yer then!"
yelled Tim, and he made a rush for Fritz.
"Shtood beck!" roared the Dutchman. "Stob a leedle, or py yiminey I soak yer in der chaw mit dot moosic!"
He brandished his accordeon in the air by the strap as he spoke, and as it opened out and his fingers were pressing on several of the keys, it let out a shrieking groan horrible to hear.
Tim did not pause.
His s.p.u.n.k was up.
As soon as he reached Fritz be gave a whoop and jumped on him.
The next moment they were tangled up in a heap on the floor, and a terrific struggle began between them, the sailor trying to put his wooden leg through the accordeon, and the Dutchmen industriously striving to gouge Tim"s gla.s.s eye out.
In the midst of the scuffle, a monkey and parrot came flying in from the next room, howling like fiends.
The parrot was named Bismarck.
Whiskers was the name of the monkey.
Fritz owned the bird, and Tim claimed the animal.
They had once been captured in Africa by their masters.
Since then the sailor and Dutchman invariably took their pets off on the expeditions they made in Jack"s inventions.
Between Bismarck and Whiskers there existed a deep rooted enemity, which always culminated in pitched battles.
The monkey had been chasing the parrot when Tim and Fritz got fighting, and as these two creatures possessed more than ordinary intelligence, they at once determined to take sides with their respective owners.
"Whee!" bowled Whiskers, and he hopped on top of Fritz"s head, grabbed him by the hair, and tried to pull it out by the roots.
"Mild up, Boilvar!" yelled the slangy bird, as he fastened his beak in Tim"s ear. "Waow! Whoop her up, boys! Cracker! Crack---"
Biff! went Tim"s hand against Bismarck"s head, interrupting him.
Bang! went Fritz fist against the monkey"s neck sending him spinning.
"Wow!" screamed Whiskers.
"Root, you sucker, root!" yelled Bismarck.
Then he made a dive at the monkey, and as Whiskers scampered away, the parrot flew after him, plunged his beak in Whiskers" tail, and away they flew into the next room.
Just then Jack interrupted the fracas.
"Stop, boys, and attend to business!" he sung out.
Tim and Fritz were accustomed to obeying him, and ceasing hostilities at once, they rose, and the old sailor asked solemnly:
"Goin" ter stop playin" if I stops yarnin"?"
"For sure, Mikes," replied Fritz. "Put it dere."
They shook hands and that settled the matter.
Work on the electric stage was resumed, and by noon they had her in perfect condition for her long journey.
When they entered the house they met Jack"s beautiful wife and bright little son.
Answers had arrived from Missouri.
The governor wrote Jack the following lines:
"Mr. Jack Wright,--In reply to your letter I beg to a.s.sure you of my heartfelt grat.i.tude for your kind offer to try to apprehend the James Boys and break up their villainous gang. These outlaws have too long been a terror to the community, and there is not a decent man, woman or child in the state who would not be glad to hear of the extermination of the gang. The list of crimes for which the James Boys are amenable is too long and too horrible to enumerate here in detail. Let it suffice that there are charges of every description in the category against them, including many atrocious murders.
"So bitter is the feeling against them that a reward of five thousand dollars has been offered for the James Boys, dead or alive. I enclose warrants and all necessary authority for you to act in league with the officers of this State in the capture or killing of the bandits in question, and sincerely trust that you will meet with entire success. By this mail have also written to Sheriff Timberlake whom I am delighted to hear intends to go with you on your perilous expedition. He is a brave and true man, in whom I have the most implicit confidence.
Yours truly, John Doe."
The papers in Jack"s envelope were entirely satisfactory.
Timberlake"s letter was of a personal nature, and when he finished reading it, and heard what was communicated to Jack, he said:
"Well, now that all details are settled, when do you intend to go in pursuit of the outlaws?"
"To-night," replied Jack. "We have everything ready but the stowage of our clothing aboard."
"Good! The sooner the better."
"I tink so neider," agreed Fritz.
"That settles it, then," Tim added.
It did not take them long to put their clothing and the parrot and monkey aboard the Terror.
When night fell, Jack took leave of his wife and child.
They all then boarded the electric stage. Jack taking his seat at the wheel, and she started.
Many people in the village streets saw them as they went flying by, and heartily cheered them on their way, as the news of Jack"s intention had got abroad.
The Terror soon left Wrightstown behind.
Following the hard country road he sped along swiftly, and soon was lost to the view of the villagers.
CHAPTER V.
THE JAMES BOYS" MOTHER.