"Oh! his? Yes, his is red. He"s a nephew, or some relation to Mr.
Bentley. I did hear his name, but I"ve forgotten it. Sandy, or Andy, or some such name as that."
This was near enough for Tom and Mr. Damon, and they did not want to risk asking any more questions. They turned away to go to their rooms, as the clerk was busy answering inquiries from some other guests. A little later, supper was served, and Tom, having finished, whispered to Mr. Damon to join him upstairs as soon as he was through.
"What are you going to do?" asked the eccentric man.
"We"re going out and have a look at this new shed by moonlight,"
decided Tom. "I want to see what it"s like, and, if possible, I want to get a peep inside. I"ll soon be able to tell whether or not Andy is using my stolen plans."
"All right. I"m with you. Bless my bill of fare! But we seem to be doing a lot of mysterious work of late."
"Yes," agreed Tom. "But if you have to bless anything to-night, Mr.
Damon, please whisper it. Andy, or some of his friends, may be about the shed, and as soon as they hear one of your blessings they"ll know who"s coming."
"Oh, I"ll be careful," promised Mr. Damon.
"Andy will find out, sooner or later, that we are in town," went on Tom, "but we may be able to learn to-night what we want to know, and then we can tell how to act."
A little later, as if they were merely strolling about, Mr. Damon and Tom headed for Mr. Bentley"s place, which was on the outskirts of the town. There was a full moon, and the night was just right for the kind of observation Tom wanted to make. There were few persons abroad, and the young inventor thought he would have no one spying on him.
They located the big house of Andy"s uncle without trouble. Going down a side street, they had a glimpse of a shed, built of new boards, standing in the middle of a large lot. About the structure was a new, high wooden fence, but as Tom and his friend pa.s.sed along it they saw that a gate in it was open.
"I"m going in!" whispered Tom.
"Will it be safe?" asked Mr. Damon.
"I don"t care whether it will be or not. I"ve got to know what Andy is doing. Come on! We"ll take a chance!"
Cautiously they entered the enclosure. The big shed was dark, and stood out conspicuously in the moonlight.
"There doesn"t seem to be any one here," whispered Tom. "I wonder if we could get a look in the window?"
"It"s worth trying, anyhow," agreed Mr. Damon. "I"m with you, Tom."
They drew nearer to the shed. Suddenly Tom stepped on a stick, which broke with a sharp report.
"Bless my spectacles!" cried Mr. Damon, half aloud.
There was silence for a moment, and then a voice cried out:
"Who"s there? Hold on! Don"t come any farther! It"s dangerous!"
Tom and Mr. Damon stood still, and from behind the shed stepped Andy Foger and a man.
"Oh! it"s you, is it, Tom Swift?" exclaimed the red-haired bully. "I thought you"d come sneaking around. Come on, Jake! We"ll make them wish they"d stayed home!" And Andy made a rush for Tom.
Chapter Fourteen
The Great Test
"Bless my gizzard!" exclaimed Mr. Damon, who hardly knew what to do.
"We"d better be getting out of here, Tom!"
"Not much!" exclaimed the young inventor. "I never ran from Andy Foger yet, and I"m not going to begin now."
He a.s.sumed an att.i.tude of defense, and stood calmly awaiting the onslaught of the bully; but Andy knew better than to come to a personal argument with Tom, and so the red-haired lad halted some paces off. The man, who had followed young Foger, also stopped.
"What do you want around here, Tom Swift?" demanded Andy.
"You know very well what I want," said the young inventor, calmly. "I want to know what you did with the aeroplane plans you took from my house."
"I never took any!" declared Andy vigorously
"Well, there"s no use discussing that," went on Tom. "What I came here to find out, and I don"t mind telling you, is whether or not you are building a monoplane to compete against me, and building it on a model invented by me; and what"s more, Andy Foger, I intend to find this out, too!"
Tom started toward the big shed, which loomed up in the moonlight.
"Stand back!" cried Andy, getting in Tom"s way. "I can build any kind of an aeroplane I like, and you can"t stop me!"
"We"ll see about that," declared the young inventor, as he kept on.
"I"m not going to allow my plans to be stolen, and a monoplane made after them, and do nothing about it."
"You keep away!" snarled Andy, and he grabbed Tom by the shoulder and struck him a blow in the chest. He must have been very much excited, or otherwise he never would have come to hostilities this way with Tom, whom he well knew could easily beat him.
The blow, together with the many things he had suffered at Andy"s hands, was too much for our hero. He drew back his fist, and a moment later Andy Foger was stretched out on the gra.s.s. He lay there for a moment, and then rose up slowly to his knees, his face distorted with rage.
"You--you hit me!" he snarled.
"Not until you hit first," said Tom calmly.
"Bless my punching bag! That"s so!" exclaimed Mr. Damon.
"You"ll suffer for this!" whined Andy, getting to his feet, but taking care to retreat from Tom, who stood ready for him. "I"ll get square with you for this! Jake, come on, and we"ll get our guns!"
Andy turned and hurried back toward the shed, followed by the evil-looking man, who had apparently been undecided whether to attack Mr. Damon or Tom. Now the bully and his companion were in full retreat.
"We"ll get our guns, and then we"ll see whether they"ll want to stay where they"re not wanted!" went on Andy, threateningly.
"Bless my powderhorn! What had we better do?" asked Mr. Damon.
"I guess we"d better go back," said Tom calmly. "Not that I"m afraid of Andy. His talk about guns is all bluff; but I don"t want to get into any more of a row, and he is just ugly and reckless enough to make trouble. I"m afraid we can"t learn what we came to find out, though I"m more convinced than ever that Andy is using my plans to make his aeroplane."
"But what can you do?"
"I"ll see Mr. Sharp, and send a protest to the aviation committee. I"ll refuse to enter if Andy flies in a model of my Humming-Bird, and I"ll try to prevent him from using it after he gets it on the ground. That is all I can do, it seems, lacking positive information. Come on, Mr.