"You certainly seem to have," agreed Tom "But why is Boomerang so obstinate? Usually on a treadmill a horse or a mule has to work whether they like it or not. If they don"t keep moving the platform slides out from under them, and they come up against the back bar."
"Dat"s what done happened to Boomerang," declared Eradicate. "He done back up against de bar, an" dere he stay."
Tom went over and looked at the mill. The outfit was an old one, and had seen much service, but the trained eye of the young inventor saw that it could still be used effectively. Boomerang watched Tom, as though aware that something unusual was about to happen.
"Heah I done gone an" "vested mah money in dis yeah mill,"
complained Eradicate, "an" I ain"t sawed up a single stick. Ef I wasn"t so kind-hearted I"d chastise dat mule wuss dan I has, dat"s what I would."
Tom said nothing. He was stooping down, looking at the gearing that connected the tread mill with the shaft which revolved the saw.
Suddenly he uttered an exclamation,
"Rad, have you been monkeying with this machinery?" he asked.
"Me? Good land, Mistah Swift, no, sah! I wouldn"t tech it. It"s jest as I got it from de man I bought it off. It worked when he had it, but he used a hoss. It"s all due to de contrariness ob Boomerang, an" if I--"
"No, it isn"t the mule"s fault at all!" exclaimed Tom. "The mill is out of gear, and tread is locked; that"s all. The man you bought it off probably did it so you could haul it along the road. I"ll have it fixed for you in a few minutes. Wait until I get some tools."
From the bag on his motor-cycle Tom got his implements. He first unlocked the treadmill, so that the inclined platform, on which the animal slowly walked, could revolve. No sooner had he done this than Boomerang, feeling the slats under his hoofs moving away, started forward. With a rattle the treadmill slid around.
"Good land o" ma.s.sy! It"s goin"!" cried Eradicate delightedly. "It suah am goin"!" he added as he saw the mule, with nimble feet, send the revolving, endless string of slats around and around. "But de saw doan"t move, Mistah Swift. Yo" am pretty smart at fixin" it as much as yo" has, but I reckon it"s too busted t" eber saw any wood.
I"se got bad luck, dat"s what I has."
"Nonsense!" exclaimed Tom. "The sawmill will be going in a moment.
All I have to do is to throw it into gear. See here, Rad. When you want the saw to go you just throw this handle forward. That makes the gears mesh."
"What"s dat "bout mush?" asked Eradicate.
"Mesh--not mush. I mean it makes the cogs fit together. See," and Tom pressed the lever. In an instant, with a musical whirr, the saw began revolving.
"Hurrah! Dere it goes! Golly! see de saw move!" cried the delighted colored man. He seized a stick of wood, and in a trice it was sawed through.
"Whoop!" yelled Eradicate. "I"m sabed now! Bless yo", Mistah Swift, yo" suttinly am a wondah!"
"Now I"ll show you how it works," went on Tom. "When you want to stop Boomerang, you just pull this handle. That locks the tread, and he can"t move it," and, suiting the action to his words, Tom stopped the mill. "Then," he went on, "when you want him to move, you pull the handle this way," and he showed the darky how to do it. In a moment the mule was moving again. Then Tom ill.u.s.trated how to throw the saw in and out of gear, and in a few minutes the sawmill was in full operation, with a most energetic colored man feeding in logs to be cut up into stove lengths.
"You ought to have an a.s.sistant, Rad," said Tom, after he had watched the work for a while. "You could get more done then, and move on to some other wood-patch."
"Dat"s right, Mistah Swift, so I had. But I "done tried, an"
couldn"t git any. I ast seberal colored men, but dey"d radder whitewash an" clean chicken coops. I guess I"ll hab t" go it alone.
I ast a white man yisterday ef he wouldn"t like t" pitch in an"
help, but he said he didn"t like to wuk. He was a tramp, an" he had de nerve to ask me fer money--me, a hard-wukin" c.o.o.n."
"You didn"t give it to him, I hope."
"No, indeedy, but he come so close to me dat I was askeered he might take it from me, so I kept hold ob a club. He suah was a bad-lookin"
tramp, an" he kept laffin" all de while, like he was happy."
"What"s that?" cried Tom, struck by the words of the colored man.
"Did he have a thick, brown beard?"
"Dat"s what he had," answered Eradicate, pausing in the midst of his work. "He suah were a funny sort ob tramp. His hands done looked laik he neber wuked, an" he had a funny blue ring one finger, only it wasn"t a reg"lar ring, yo" know. It was pushed right inter his skin, laik a man I seen at de circus once, all cobered wid funny figgers."
Tom leaped to his feet.
"Which finger was the blue ring tattooed on?" he asked, and he waited anxiously for the answer.
"Let me see, it were on de right--no, it were on de little finger ob de left hand."
"Are you sure, Rad?"
"Suah, Mistah Swift. I took "tic"lar notice, "cause he carried a stick in dat same hand."
"It must be my man--Happy Harry!" exclaimed Tom half aloud. "Which way did he go, Rad, after he left you?"
"He went up de lake sh.o.r.e," replied the colored man. "He asked me if I knowed ob an ole big house up dere, what n.o.body libed in, an" I said I did. Den he left, an" I were glad ob it."
"Which house did you mean, Rad?"
"Why, dat ole mansion what General Harkness used t" lib in befo" de wah. Dere ain"t n.o.body libed in it fo" some years now, an" it"s deserted. Maybe a lot ob tramps stays in it, an" dat"s where dis man were goin"."
"Maybe," a.s.sented Tom, who was all excitement now. "Just where is this old house, Rad?"
"Away up at de head ob Lake Carlopa. I uster wuk dere befo" de wah, but it"s been a good many years since quality folks libed dere. Why, did yo" want t" see dat man, Mistah Swift?"
"Yes, Rad, I did, and very badly, too. I think he is the very person I want. But don"t say anything about it. I"m going to take a trip up to that strange mansion. Maybe I"ll get on the trail of Happy Harry and the men who robbed me. I"m much obliged to you, Rad, for this information. It"s a good clue, I think. Strange that you should meet the very tramp I"ve been searching for."
"Well, I suah am obliged to yo", Mistah Swift, fo" fixin" mah sawmill."
"That"s all right. What you told me more than pays for what I did, Rad. Well, I"m going home now to tell dad, and then I"m going to start out. Yesterday, you said it was, you saw Happy Harry? Well, I"ll get right after him," and leaving a somewhat surprised, but very much delighted, colored man behind him, Tom mounted his motor-cycle and started for home at a fast pace.
CHAPTER XXII.
THE STRANGE MANSION
"Dad, I"ve got a clue!" exclaimed Tom, hurrying into the house late that afternoon, following a quick trip from where he had met Eradicate with his sawmill. "A good clue, and I"m going to start early in the morning to run it down."
"Wait a minute, now, Tom," cautioned his father slowly. "You know what happens when you get excited. Nothing good was ever done in a hurry."
"Well, I can"t help being excited, dad. I think I"m on the trail of those scoundrels. I almost wish I could start to-night."
"Suppose you tell me all about it," and Mr. Swift laid aside a scientific book he was reading.
Whereupon Tom told of his meeting with the colored man, and what Eradicate had said about the tramp.
"But he may not be the same Happy Harry you are looking for,"