The colored man knew how to get the monoplane in shape for a flight, as he had often done it.
Tom found his father in no immediate danger, but Mr. Swift had had a slight recurrence of his heart trouble, and it was thought best to have a doctor. So Tom started off in his air craft, rising swiftly above the housetop, and sailed off toward the old-fashioned residence of Dr.
Kurtz, a st.u.r.dy, elderly German physician, who sometimes attended Mr.
Swift. Tom decided that as long as Dr. Gladby did not answer his "phone, he could not be at home, and this, he learned later, was the case, the physician being in a distant town on a consultation.
"My, this b.u.t.terfly seems big and clumsy beside my Humming-Bird," mused Tom as he slid along through the air, now flying high and now low, merely for practice. "This machine can go, but wait until I have my new one in the air! Then I"ll show "em what speed is!"
He was soon at the physician"s house, and found him in.
"Won"t you ride back with me in the monoplane?" asked Tom. "I"m anxious to have you see dad as soon as you can.
"Vot! Me drust mineself in one ob dem airships? I d.i.n.ks not!" exclaimed Dr. Kurtz ponderously. "Vy, I vould not efen ride in an outer-mobile, yet, so vy should I go in von contrivance vot is efen more dangerous?
No, I gomes to your fader in der carriage, mit mine old Dobbin horse.
Dot vill not drop me to der ground, or run me up a tree, yet! Vot?"
"Very well," said Tom, "only hurry, please."
The young inventor, in his airship, reached home some time before the slow-going doctor got there in his carriage. Mr. Swift was no worse, Tom was glad to find, though he was evidently quite ill.
"So, ve must take goot care of him," said the doctor, when he had examined the patient. "Dr. Gladby he has done much for him, und I can do little more. You must dake care of yourself, Herr Swift, or you vill--but den, vot is der use of being gloomy-minded? I am sure you vill go more easy, und not vork so much."
"I haven"t worked much," replied the aged inventor. "I have only been helping my son on a new airship."
"Den dot must stop," insisted the doctor. "You must haf gomplete rest--dot"s it--gomplete rest."
"We"ll do just as you say, doctor," said Tom. "We"ll give up the aeroplane matters, dad, and go away, you and I, where we can"t see a blueprint or a pattern, or hear the sound of machinery. We"ll cut it all out."
"Dot vould he goot," said Dr. Kurtz ponderously.
"No, I couldn"t think of it," answered Mr. Swift. "I want you to go in that race, Tom--and win!"
"But I"ll not do it, dad, if you"re going to be ill."
"He is ill now," interrupted the doctor. "Very ill, Dom Swift."
"That settles it. I don"t go in the race. You and I"ll go away, dad--to California, or up in Canada. We"ll travel for your health."
"No! no!" insisted the old inventor gently. "I will be all right. Most of the work on the monoplane is done now, isn"t it, Tom?"
"Yes, dad."
"Then you go on, and finish it. You and Mr. Jackson can do it without me now. I"ll take a rest, doctor, but I want my son to enter that race, and, what"s more, I want him to win!"
"Vell, if you don"t vork, dot is all I ask. I must forbid you to do any more. Mit Dom, dot is different. He is young und strong, und he can vork. But you--not, Herr Swift, or I doctor you no more." And the physician shook his big head.
"Very well. I"ll agree to that if Tom will promise to enter the race,"
said the inventor.
"I will," said Tom.
The physician took his leave shortly after that, the medicine he gave to Mr. Swift somewhat relieving him. Then the young inventor, who felt in a little better spirits, went back to his workshop.
"Poor dad," he mused. "He thinks more of me and this aeroplane than he does of himself. Well, I will go in the race, and I"ll--yes, I"ll win!"
And Tom looked very determined.
He was about to resume work on his craft when something about the way one of the forward planes was tilted attracted his attention.
"I never left it that way," mused Tom. "Some one has been in here. I wonder if it was Mr. Jackson?"
Tom stepped to the door and called for Eradicate. The colored man came from the direction of the garden, which he was still weeding.
"Has Mr. Jackson been around, Rad?" asked the lad.
"No, sah. I ain"t seed him."
"Have you been in here, looking at the Humming-Bird?"
"No, Ma.s.sa Tom. I nebber goes in dere, lessen as how yo" is dere. Dem"s yo" orders."
"That"s so, Rad. I might have known you wouldn"t go in. But did you see any one enter the shop?"
"Not a pusson, sab."
"Have you been here all the while?"
"All but jes" a few minutes, when I went to de barn to put some liniment on Boomerang"s so" foot."
"H"m! Some one might have slipped in here while I was away," mused Tom.
"I ought to have locked the doors, but I was in a hurry. This thing is getting on my nerves. I wonder if it"s Andy Foger, or some one else, who is after my secret?"
He made a hasty examination of the shop, but could discover nothing more wrong, except that one of the planes of the Humming-Bird had been shifted.
"It looks as if they were trying to see how it was fastened on, and how it worked," mused Tom. "But my plans haven"t been touched, and no damage has been done. Only I don"t like to think that people have been in here. They may have stolen some of my ideas. I must keep this place locked night and day after this."
Tom spent a busy week in making improvements on his craft. Mr. Swift was doing well, and after a consultation by Dr. Kurtz and Dr. Gladby it was decided to adopt a new style of treatment. In the meanwhile, Mr.
Swift kept his promise, and did no work. He sat in his easy-chair, out in the garden, and dozed away, while Tom visited him frequently to see if he needed anything.
"Poor old dad!" mused the young inventor. "I hope he is well enough to come and see me try for the ten-thousand-dollar prize--and win it! I hope I do; but if some one builds, from my stolen plans, a machine on this model, I"ll have my work cut out for me." And he gazed with pride on the Humming-Bird.
For the past two weeks Tom had seen nothing of Andy Foger. The red-haired bully seemed to have dropped out of sight, and even his cronies, Sam Snedecker and Pete Bailey, did not know where he had gone.
"I hope he has gone for good," said Ned Newton, who lived near Andy.
"He"s an infernal nuisance. I wish he"d never come back to Shopton."
But Andy was destined to come back.
One day, when Tom was busy installing a wireless apparatus on his new aeroplane, he heard Eradicate hurrying up the path that led to the shop.
"I wonder if dad is worse?" thought Tom, that always being his first idea when he knew a summons was coming for him. Quickly be opened the door.