"That"s just beyond the aviation grounds," cried Harry. "I know, because old Schmidt fell into a field, with a bull in it there, one afternoon and his Green Gra.s.shopper was nearly broken up."
"Come on, boys; I"ll get out my little mare and we"ll drive over there," shouted Bill.
In a few minutes the horse was. .h.i.tched to Bill"s old carryall and, the boys piling in, they drove rapidly off. As they pa.s.sed through the gate in Bill"s neat fence, the carriage lamp they carried suddenly flashed on a dark figure that the next minute was obliterated in the darkness.
"h.e.l.lo, somebody skulking around here," shouted Bill, drawing up his horse almost on her haunches.
"Hey there, come out and show yourself!"
There was no answer.
"I"ll make it hot for you, my hearty, if I find you," shouted Bill. He leaped out of the rig and after entering the house returned with a revolver.
"Go on, boys, you drive to the fire and then send the buggy back by a boy. I"m going to find who that fellow was."
"Somehow, even in the second I saw him, he seemed a familiar figure to me," exclaimed Harry.
"Who could it have been?" wondered Frank.
"Oh, some no-good hobo," replied Bill. "If I catch him, I"ll teach him to come snooping around folks" houses this Way."
"I hope he didn"t overhear our conversation about the galleon,"
suddenly exclaimed Frank, who had been struck by a sudden apprehension that perhaps this was no ordinary loafer or burglar, but some man who had got wind of Bill"s discovery and meant to turn his find to advantage.
"By jumping rat-tailed land-sharks, I never thought of that,"
exclaimed Bill. "Why, any one that knew our secret could sell it for a large sum."
"That"s so," agreed the boys; "but perhaps it was only a tramp and we are scaring ourselves unnecessarily."
"I hope so, I"m sure," rejoined the old sailor, "but now, boys, you drive on. You may manage to be of help at the fire."
"Won"t you come, Bill?" asked Frank.
"No, thank you, lad, I"ll stay here and guard my shanty. That feller may hev been after some of my dried shark or stuffed land-crabs. I wouldn"t put it by him to steal that picture of the schooner, Boston Girl, in a heavy blow off Hatteras. That"s a real work of art, boys."
As the boys drove off they heard the old man grunting and grumbling and poking about among the bushes in search for the intruder.
"I don"t envy that fellow whoever he is, if Bill catches him,"
remarked Frank, as he urged the old sailor"s little horse along.
"Nor I," laughed Billy; "but depend upon it he is a long way off by this time."
As they drew near the aviation grounds, the boys saw that the fire was indeed a serious one.
Everything in the vicinity was lit up as bright as day by the glow, and they pa.s.sed scores of men, women and children from the village, all hastening along the road to the scene of the conflagration.
Farmer Goggins"s place was a large one, and as they reached the orchard which surrounded the house the boys saw that a big barn at the rear of the dwelling-house was in flames and that two smaller structures had already gone. Men and boys were leading out horses and driving cows from adjoining sheds.
"The whole place is going!" the boys heard a man say as they drove up.
And indeed it looked so.
The flames, fanned by a brisk breeze, were roaring through the ancient timbers, devouring them eagerly. Farmer Goggins and his family, wringing their hands despairingly, gazed at the scene.
"Where is the fire brigade?" shouted some one.
"They started out but they"ve broken down on the road," came back the reply. "They won"t get here before the entire farm is destroyed."
"What"s that?" cried Farmer Goggins, near whom the speaker had been standing. "The fire department"s broken down. Then I am a ruined man.
The barns that are burned I used for hay and though my loss is heavy I can stand it, but if the fire spreads it will burn down my dairy plant and destroy my home."
"Is there no other fire department near?" asked Frank.
"No, none nearer than Westbury," was the reply.
"Why don"t you telephone for them?"
"We have tried to but, as luck would have it, there is something the matter with the wire and we cannot raise the Westbury exchange at all."
"If only the Westbury department could be notified they might still get here in time to save the house," cried another onlooker, "they"ve got an automobile fire-engine that just eats up the road."
"That"s so, but how are you going to get them. It"s fifteen miles away and a horse couldn"t do it in less than an hour and a quarter."
"How about an auto?"
"Even if they was one handy, the roads are too bad, except for a high-powered car."
"I have it," shouted Frank suddenly. "I"ll get the engines and try to hurry them here in time to save the house at least."
"How"s that, young feller?" asked Farmer Goggins, who had stepped up.
"Say that again."
"I said I"ll get the engines for you and in jig time too," cried the boy.
"Don"t see how."
"Well I do; watch me."
Leaving the horse in charge of a lad and calling on the others to "come on," Frank, with his brother and Billy, raced toward the Golden Eagle"s shed.
Most of the crowd followed them.
"He"s one of them flying kids," shouted a man.
"He"s never goin" ter fly ter Westbury ter-night. It"s as black as yer hat."
"Looks like he"s going ter try," was the answer as the boys trundled the Golden Eagle out of her stable.