"What!" stammered the old man, "will you have no pity on us nor even direct where we may find Luther Barr if he is on the grounds?"
"I can"t waste any time on you, I tell you," cried the Frenchman, his eye scanning the sky, where the Golden Eagle was maneuvering in circles and swoops.
"Moreover," went on Malvoise, "I should not advise you to mention Barr"s name as the manufacturer of the Buzzards. He has a business deal on in which it is important he should not be known as an aeroplane speculator. If he learns that you are giving his secrets away, he will make it hot for you, I can tell you. You were sent to Bellevue yesterday, were you not?"
"I was--yes," pitifully cried the old man, "but I was at once released, and it was with money given me by one of the doctors who heard my story and pitied me that I came down here to-day to find Luther Barr and see whether--although in law he owes me nothing--whether I could not persuade him to at least give me something to keep the wolf from the door till I have perfected my new automatic balancing device for air-craft."
As he spoke, the old man"s eyes kindled with pride at the achievement he hoped to accomplish. He shook off the touch of his daughter"s hand on his ragged coat-sleeve. In his kindling enthusiasm he seemed to have forgotten his cares and anxieties.
"Oh, sir," he went on eagerly, "it would take very little money now before the invention is ready and if Mr. Barr could find it in his heart to help me I would gladly share the proceeds with him. It is the most needed improvement of the age for air-craft and--"
"Oh, you are like all crazy inventors," brutally blurted out Malvoise, "every idea that enters your cracked brain you think is the greatest improvement of the age, as you say. What good would your inventions be anyway without money to back them up--they"d only be junk for the sc.r.a.p pile."
The old man"s eyes filled with tears as the Frenchman began his rough speech, but the look in them changed rapidly to one of amazed anger as the aviator continued. Drawing himself up to his full height the old man seemed about to launch a terrific denunciation at the other when his daughter once more intervened.
"Come, father," she said gently, "we shall gain nothing by remaining here. You have been robbed of your invention and it is evident that Mr. Barr means to adhere closely to what he and his like call business methods. Come, let us get back to the city and--"
Her words were cut short by a shout from Malvoise. He started up his engine suddenly and before the old man could step back out of the way, the helpers, taken by surprise, let go of the rear structure to which they had been clinging.
"Out of my way!" yelled Malvoise, as like some huge juggernaut the black aeroplane bore down on old Eben Joyce. But the warning came too late.
A horrified cry of:
"He"s killed!" went up from the crowd, as the end of one of the planes struck the old man and knocked him on to the gra.s.s with crashing force.
His daughter shrieked aloud as she saw the accident and rushed to her father"s side as the Buzzard swept on.
Old Mr. Joyce lay very still. There was a deep gash in his head where the aeroplane had struck him.
In the midst of the excitement there fell over the crowd a dark shadow. Everybody looked up to see what had caused it, and there, right above them, was the Golden Eagle. Frank had seen the crowd and driven the aeroplane above it to see what was the matter.
The next minute the great aeroplane glided groundward and landed within a few feet of the crowd. The press made way as the Eagle"s occupants hastened to the side of the wounded man.
"Here, Harry, here, Billy, carry him to our shed and lay him on one of the cots," commanded Frank. "I"ll tell Le Blanc to get on his motor cycle and hurry back with a doctor."
The boys picked the unconscious man up and carried him to the Golden Eagle"s shed. His pitiful emaciation made their task an easy one. The unfortunate old man was reduced almost to a skeleton.
"Oh, thank you so much, sir," exclaimed Eben Joyce"s daughter, clasping her hands gratefully, you--you don"t think that he is badly hurt, do you?"
"Why, he has a nasty cut," replied Frank, who had hastily examined it, "but I think it is only a flesh wound. He"ll pull through, never fear.
You are a relative of his, miss?"
"I am his daughter," exclaimed the girl.
At this moment, Malvoise, who had checked the Buzzard and dismounted, hastened up. His face was livid and his hands shook as though with palsy.
"It was an accident--it was all an accident," he cried. "I didn"t mean to. Is--is he dead?"
"He is not,--and he is not likely to die," sternly replied Frank, looking full into the Frenchman"s cringing face, "do you know who he is?"
"Do I know who he is?" repeated the Frenchman slowly, "why, no, monsieur, I never saw him before in my life."
CHAPTER V.
A STRANGE STORY.
It was not long before, under the friendly administrations of the boys, Old Eben Joyce opened his eyes on a cot in their aerodrome and gave a long sigh. It was several minutes, however, before he realized what had happened.
"How can I thank you--?" he concluded, after he had informed the boys of his name and profession.
"Hush," said Frank, "you must not exhaust yourself by talking now,"
and the aged inventor remained silent therefore, till Le Blanc returned with a doctor from Mineola.
The physician, after a brief examination, p.r.o.nounced that the wound in the old man"s head was not at all serious, but recommended his removal to the hospital notwithstanding.
"It is nothing more than a flesh wound," he said, "but at the hospital he can get better treatment than at home."
And so it was arranged that for the present old Eben Joyce was to go to the hospital,--being driven thither in Dr. Telfair"s rig,--and that his daughter would return to New York and make her home with relatives till such time as her father had recovered. These arrangements made, and the inventor"s daughter having being driven to the train, it was time to think of accompanying Billy Barnes to Bluewater Bill"s cottage, on the outskirts of the little town.
Just as the lads were about to take their departure, leaving Le Blanc in charge of the aeroplane, Sanborn made his way into the tent shed.
He had heard from loungers about the grounds of the plight of aged Eben Joyce as he returned from his ride in Luther Barr"s car. He was somewhat perturbed as he entered the shed for fear that he would have to face the inventor, fresh as he was from an interview with the man that had practically robbed the aerial genius of his life-work. But Eben Joyce and his daughter had both left and he had no more of an ordeal to undergo than Frank"s searching glance.
Knowing as he did what he had been talking to old Luther Barr about, Sanborn"s eyes dropped as he met Frank"s gaze.
"I--I have been to the village for a little tobacco," he stammered, "I hope you have not needed me. I did not think you would be back so soon."
"You had better help Le Blanc bring in the Golden Eagle," rejoined Frank shortly. He felt no wish to enter into an argument with the man whom he had already made up his mind to discharge at the first opportunity.
The two mechanics therefore were soon at work, wheeling in the aeroplane, as the boys trudged off down the road to the village.
Half-way there they were startled to hear the loud "honk-honk" of a rapidly approaching auto behind them and to be hailed in an imperious voice that shouted:
"Get off the road!"
The boys had no choice but to step nimbly aside as the car whizzed by in a cloud of dust, but quick as had been its pa.s.sing, Frank and Harry gave a simultaneous sharp exclamation as they both recognized the face of its occupant. Luther Barr, once clear of the grounds, had removed his uncomfortably warm autoing mask and the two lads, as the car vanished in a cloud of yellow dust, both cried out his name in sharp astonishment.
"Whatever can he be doing here?" exclaimed Billy.
"I don"t know; but you can depend on it he is up to no good," was Frank"s reply.
"The old fox,--I wonder if he recognized us?" cried Harry.
"If his eyes are as keen as they used to be, he did, without a question," rejoined Frank.
The boy was right. Old Barr had recognized them, and knew them all the more readily indeed for the reason that at that very moment his mind was bent on frustrating a plan that Sanborn had informed him the boys had in mind, and which they were on their way to culminate.