Chapter V
Barbed Wire Entanglements
"This gets us to your particular trouble, Mr. Damon," Tom Swift said, while the motor car was rolling along. "You intimated that you had something to consult me about."
"Bless my windshield! I should say I had," exclaimed the eccentric gentleman, swinging around a corner at rather a fast clip.
"And has it to do with highwaymen?" asked Tom, much amused.
"Some of the same gentry, Tom," declared Mr. Damon. "I haven"t any peace of my life, I really haven"t!"
"Who is troubling you, sir?"
"Why, what nonsense that is, to ask that!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the gentleman.
"If I knew who they were I wouldn"t ask odds of anybody. I"d go after them. As it is, I"ve left my servant with a gun loaded with rock-salt watching for them now."
"Burglars?" exclaimed Tom, with real interest.
"Chicken-house burglars! That"s the kind of burglars they are," growled Mr. Damon. "Two or three times they have tried to get my prize buff Orpingtons. Last night they got me out of bed twice fooling around the chicken house and yard. Other neighbors have lost their hens already. I don"t mean to lose mine. Want you to help me, Tom."
"Is that all that is worrying you, Mr. Damon?" laughed the young fellow.
"Bless my radiator! isn"t that enough?"
"I know you set your clock by those buff Orpingtons," agreed Tom.
"That"s right. That ten-months c.o.c.kerel, Blue Ribbon Junior, never fails to crow at three-thirty-three to the minute. Bless my combs and spurs; a wonderful bird!"
"But let"s see how I can help you regarding the chicken thieves," Tom said, as they sighted the lights of the Swift house beyond the long stockade fence that surrounded the Construction Company"s premises.
"You know I have a barbed wire entanglement around the whole yard and hen-house. I don"t take any more chances than I can help. Those prize buff Orpingtons are a great temptation to chicken lovers--both blond and brunette," and in spite of his anxiety, Mr. Damon could chuckle at his own joke. "Even your old Eradicate"s friend fell for chickens, you know."
"And Rad promptly cured him of the disease," laughed Tom.
"And I"m trying to cure these others. I"ve charged my shotgun with rock-salt--as he did. My servant has orders to shoot anybody who tampers with my chicken house tonight.
"But bless my shirt!" exclaimed Mr. Damon, "I"ll never be able to sleep comfortably until I know that no thief can get at my buff Orpingtons. I want you to fix it so I can sleep in peace, Tom."
He slowed to a stop in front of the Swift"s door. Tom stared at his eccentric friend questioningly.
"Bless my gaiters!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Mr. Damon, "don"t you see what I want?
And your head already full of this electrified locomotive you are going to build?"
"Hush!" murmured Tom, with his hand upon his companion"s arm. "But what do you want me to do?"
"I want you to fix it so that I can turn a current of electricity into that barbed wire chicken fence at night that will shock any thief that touches the wires. Not kill "em--though they ought to be killed!"
declared the eccentric man. "But shock "em aplenty. Can"t you do it for me, Tom Swift?"
"Of course it can be done," said the young fellow. "You use electricity in your house. There is a feed cable in the street. We will have to change your lighting switch for another. Fix it with the Electric Supply Company. It will cost you more--"
"Bless my pocketbook! I don"t care how much it costs. It will be ample satisfaction to see just one low-down chicken thief squirming on those wires."
Tom laughed again. He meant to help his friend; but he did not propose to rig the wires so that anybody, even a chicken thief, would be seriously injured by the electric current pa.s.sing through the strands.
"I"ll come down to Waterfield tomorrow in the electric runabout and fix things up for you. Get a permit from the Electric Supply Company early in the morning. Tell them I will rig the thing myself. They can send their inspector afterward."
"That"s fine, Tom! What--Ugh! what"s this? Another footpad?"
Out of the darkness beside the fence a bulky figure started. For a moment Tom thought it was the same man who had attacked him twice. Then the very size of this new a.s.sailant proved that suspicion to be unfounded.
"Koku!" exclaimed Tom. "What"s the matter with you, Koku?"
The huge and only half-tamed giant gained the side of the car in seemingly a single stride. In the dark they could not see his face, but his voice distinctly showed excitement.
"Master come good. "Cause there be enemy. Koku find--Koku kill!"
"Bless my magnifying gla.s.s!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Mr. Damon. "That fellow is the most bloodthirsty individual that I ever saw."
"All in his bringing up," chuckled Tom who knew, as the saying is, that Koku"s bark was a deal worse than his bite. "Killing and maiming his enemies used to be Koku"s princ.i.p.al job. But he has his orders now. He doesn"t kill anybody without consulting me first."
"Bless my b.u.t.tons!" murmured Mr. Damon. "That is certainly a good thing too. What"s the matter with him now?"
That is exactly what Tom himself wanted to know. He had dropped a hand upon the arm of the giant as he stood beside the car.
"Who is the enemy, Koku?" he asked.
"Not know, Master. See him footmarks. Follow him footmarks. Not find.
When do find--kill!"
"That is, after first obtaining my permission," said Tom dryly.
"It is so," agreed the imperturbable Koku. "See! Show Master footmarks.
Him look in at window. See! Koku have got the wonder lamp."
He flashed the electric torch in his hand. He left the car and strode into the yard. Tom followed him, and Mr. Damon"s curiosity brought him along.
The giant pointed the ray of the flashlight at the ground below the porch. Several footprints--the marks of boots at least number twelve in size--were imbedded in the soil. Koku went around the house to the other side, following repeated marks of the same boots.
"How came you to find them, Koku?" asked Tom softly.
"Me look. All around stockade," and he waved a generous gesture with his free hand including the fence about the works. "Enemy may come.
Anytime he come. Now he come."
"Bless my slippery shoes!" exclaimed Mr. Damon, who had hard work to keep up both physically and mentally with the giant. "What does he mean?"