"I heard you yelling something to me, but I was too anxious to go at it as fast as I could. I didn"t want to stop then. What was the trouble?"
"That"s what I"m afraid of, Tom--there may be trouble. Just before you tackled the barn for a knockdown, instead of a touchdown, as we might say, I saw a man running out of it. I thought if there was one there, perhaps there might be more. That"s why I yelled to you."
"A man running from the old barn!" cried Tom. "Whew!" he whistled. "I wish I had seen him. But, Ned, if one ran out of harm"s way, any others who might possibly be in there would do the same thing, wouldn"t they?"
"I hope so," returned Ned doubtfully.
"Great Scott!" cried Tom, as the possibility was borne home to him. "If anything has happened--"
He sprang for the door of the tower and threw over the catch, springing out, followed by Ned. From the engine room of the armored tank the men came, smiles of gratification on their faces.
"We certainly busted her wide open, Mr. Swift!" called the chief mechanician.
"Yes," a.s.sented the young inventor; but there was not as much gratification in his voice as there should have been. "There isn"t much of a barn left, but Ned thinks he saw some one run out, and if there was one man there may have been more. We"d better have a look around, I guess."
The engineering force exchanged glances. Then Hank Baldwin, who was in charge of the motors, said:
"Well, if there was anybody in that barn when we chewed her up I wouldn"t give much for his hide, German or not."
"Let us hope no one was in there," murmured Tom.
They turned to go back to the demolished structure, fear and worry in their hearts. No more complete ruin could be imagined. If a cyclone had swept over the barn it could not have more certainly leveled it. And, not only was it leveled, crushed down in the center by the great weight of the tank, but the boards and beams were broken into small pieces.
Parts of them clung in long, grotesque splinters to the endless steel belts.
"I don"t see how we"re going to find anybody if he"s in there,"
remarked Hank.
"We"ll have to," insisted Tom. "We can look about and call. If any one is there he may have been off to one side or to one end, and be protected under the debris. I wish I had heard you call, Ned."
"I wish you had, Tom. I yelled for all I was worth."
"I know you did. I was too eager to go on, and, at the same time, I really couldn"t stop well on that hill. I had to keep on going. Well, now to learn the worst!"
They walked back toward the demolished barn. But they had not reached it when from around the corner swung a big automobile. In it were several men, but chief, in vision at least, among them, was a burly farmer who had a long, old-fashioned gun in his hands. On his bearded face was a grim look as he leaped out before the machine had fairly stopped, and called:
"Hold on, there! I guess you"ve done damage enough! Now you can pay for it or take the consequences!" And he motioned to Tom, Ned, and the others to halt.
Chapter XVIII
Ready for France
Such was the reaction following the crashing through of the barn, coupled with the sudden appearance of the men in the automobile and the threat of the farmer, that, for the moment, Tom, Ned, or their companions from the tank could say nothing. They just stood staring at the farmer with the gun, while he grimly regarded them. It was Tom who spoke first.
"What"s the idea?" asked the young inventor. "Why don"t you want us to look through the ruins?"
"You"ll learn soon enough!" was the grim answer.
But Tom was not to be put off with undecided talk.
"If there"s been an accident," he said, "we"re sorry for it. But delay may be dangerous. If some one is hurt--"
"You"ll be hurt, if I have my way about it!" snapped the farmer, "and hurt in a place where it always tells. I mean your pocketbook! That"s the kind of a man I am--practical."
"He means if we"ve killed or injured any one we"ll have to pay damages," whispered Ned to Tom. "But don"t agree to anything until you see your lawyer. That"s a hot one, though, trying to claim damages before he knows who"s hurt!"
"I"ve got to find out more about this," Tom answered. He started to walk on.
"No you don"t!" cried the farmer, with a snarl. "As I said, you folks has done damage enough with your threshing machine, or whatever you call it. Now you"ve got to pay!"
"We are willing to," said Tom, as courteously as he could. "But first we want to know who has been hurt, or possibly killed. Don"t you think it best to get them to a doctor, and then talk about money damages later?"
"Doctor? Hurt?" cried the farmer, the other men in the auto saying nothing. "Who said anything about that?"
"I thought," began Tom, "that you--"
"I"m talkin" about damages to my barn!" cried the farmer. "You had no right to go smashing it up this way, and you"ve got to pay for it, or my name ain"t Amos Kanker!"
"Oh!" and there was great relief in Tom"s voice. "Then we haven"t killed any one?"
"I don"t know what you"ve done," answered the farmer, and his voice was not a pleasant one. "I"m sure I can"t keep track of all your ructions.
All I know is that you"ve ruined my barn, and you"ve got to pay for it, and pay good, too!"
"For that old ramshackle?" cried Ned.
"Hush!" begged Tom, in a low voice. "I"m willing to pay, Ned, for the sake of having proved what my tank could do. I"m only too glad to learn no one was hurt. Was there?" he asked, turning to the farmer.
"Was there what?"
"Was there anybody in your barn?"
"Not as I knows on," was the grouchy answer. "A man who saw your machine coming thought she was headed for my building, and he run and told me. Then some friends of mine brought me here in their machine. I tell you I"ve got all the evidence I need ag"in you, an" I"m going to have damages! That barn was worth three thousand dollars if it was worth a cent, and--"
"This matter can easily be settled," said Tom, trying to keep his temper. "My name is Swift, and--"
"Don"t get swift with me, that"s all I ask!" and the farmer laughed grimly at his clumsy joke.
"I"ll do whatever is right," Tom said, with dignity. "I live over near Shopton, and if you want to send your lawyer to see mine, why--"
"I don"t believe in lawyers!" broke in the farmer. "All they think of is to get what they can for theirselves. And I can do that myself. I"ll get it out of you before you leave, or, anyhow, before you take your contraption away," and he glanced at the tank.
The same suspicion came at once to Tom and Ned, and the latter gave voice to it when he murmured in a low voice to his chum:
"This is a frame-up--a scheme, Tom. He doesn"t care a rap for the barn. It"s some of that Blakeson"s doing, to make trouble for you."
"I believe you!" agreed Tom. "Now I know what to do."