"Oh, hardly as bad as that," suggested Ned. "Tom is able to look out for himself. He"d put up a big fight before he"d permit himself to be carried off."
"Well, what do you think did happen?" asked Mr. Damon.
"I think they wanted to get him out to the farm to see if they couldn"t squeeze some more money out of him," was the answer. "Tom was pretty easy in that barn business, and I guess Kanker was sore because he haven"t asked a larger sum. They knew Tom wouldn"t come out on their own invitation, so they forged my name, so to speak."
"Can you get Tom back?" asked Mrs. Baggert anxiously.
"Of course!" declared Ned, though it must be admitted he spoke with more confidence than he really felt. "We"ll begin the search right away."
"And if I can get my hands on any of those villains--" spluttered Mr.
Damon, dancing around, as Mrs. Baggert said, "like a hen on a hot griddle," which seemed to describe him very well, "if I can get hold of any of those scoundrels, I"ll--I"ll--Bless my collar b.u.t.ton, I don"t know what I will do! Come on, Ned!"
"Yes, I guess we"d better get busy," agreed the young bank clerk. "Tom has gone somewhere, that"s certain, and under a misapprehension. It may be that we are needlessly alarmed, or they may mean bad business. At any rate, it"s up to us to find Tom."
In Ned"s runabout, which was a speedier car than that of the eccentric man, the two set off for Kanker"s farm. On the way they stopped at various places in town, where Tom was in the habit of doing business, to inquire if he had been seen.
But there was no trace of him. The next thing to do was to learn if he had really started for the Kanker farm.
"For if he didn"t go there," suggested Ned, "it will look funny for us to go out there making inquiries about him. And it may be that after he got that message Tom decided not to go."
Accordingly they made enough inquiries to establish the fact that Tom had started for the farm of the rascally Kanker, who had been so insistent in the matter of his almost worthless barn.
A number of people who knew Tom well had seen him pa.s.s in the direction of Kanker"s place, and some had spoken to him, for the young inventor was well known in the vicinity of Shopton and the neighboring towns.
"Well, out to Kanker"s we"ll go!" decided Ned. "And if anything has happened to Tom there--well, we"ll make whoever is responsible wish it hadn"t!"
"Bless my fountain pen, but that"s what we will!" chimed in Mr. Damon.
And so the two began the search for the missing youth.
Chapter XXI
A Prisoner
Amos Kanker came to the door of his farmhouse as Ned and Mr. Damon drove up in the runabout. There was an unpleasant grin on the not very prepossessing face of the farmer, and what Ned thought was a cunning look, as he slouched out and asked:
"Well, what do you want? Come to smash up any more of my barns at three thousand dollars a smash?"
"Hardly," answered Ned shortly. "Your prices are too high for such ramshackle barns as you have. Where"s Tom Swift?" he asked sharply.
"Huh! Do you mean that young whipper-snapper with his big traction engine?" demanded Mr. Kanker.
"Look here!" bl.u.s.tered Mr. Damon, "Tom Swift is neither a whipper-snapper nor is his machine a traction engine. It"s a war tank."
"That doesn"t matter much to me," said the farmer, with a grating laugh. "It looks like a traction engine, though it smashes things up more"n any one I ever saw."
"That isn"t the point," broke in Ned. "Where is my friend, Tom Swift?
That"s what we want to know."
"Huh! What makes you think I can tell you?" demanded Kanker.
"Didn"t he come out here?" asked Mr. Damon.
"Not as I knows of," was the surly answer.
"Look here!" exclaimed Ned, and his tones were firm, with no bl.u.s.ter nor bluff in them, "we came out here to find Tom Swift, and we"re going to find him! We have reason to believe he"s here--at least, he started for here," he subst.i.tuted, as he wished to make no statement he could not prove. "Now we don"t claim we have any right to be on your property, and we don"t intend to stay here any longer than we can help.
But we do claim the right, in common decency, to ask if you have seen anything of Tom. There may have been an accident; there may have been foul play; and there may be international complications in this business. If there are, those involved won"t get off as easily as they think. I"d advise you to keep a civil tongue in your head and answer our questions. If we have to get the police and detectives out here, as well as the governmental department of justice, you may have to answer their questions, and they won"t be as decent to you as we are!"
"Hurray!" whispered Mr Damon to Ned. "That"s the way to talk!"
And indeed the forceful remarks of the young bank clerk did appear to have a salutary effect on the surly farmer. His manner changed at once and his grin faded.
"I don"t know nothing about Tom Swift or any of your friends," he said.
"I"ve got my farm work to do, and I do it. It"s hard enough to earn a living these war times without taking part in plots. I haven"t seen Tom Swift since the trouble he made about my barn."
"Then he hasn"t been here to-day?" asked Ned.
"No; and not for a good many days."
Ned looked at Mr. Damon, and the two exchanged uneasy glances. Tom had certainly started for the Kanker farm, and indeed had come to within a few miles of it. That much was certain, as testified to by a number of residents along the route from Shopton, who had seen the young inventor pa.s.sing in his car.
Now it appeared he had not arrived. The changed air of the farmer seemed to indicate that he was speaking the truth. Mr. Damon and Ned were inclined to believe him. If they had any last, lingering doubts in the matter, they were dispelled when Mr. Kanker said:
"You can search the place if you like. I haven"t any reason to feel friendly toward you, but I certainly don"t want to get into trouble with the Government. Look around all you like."
"No, we"ll take your word for it," said Ned, quickly concluding that now they had got the farmer where they wanted him, they could gain more by an appearance of friendliness than by threats or harsh words. "Then you haven"t seen him, either?"
"Not a sign of him."
"One thing more," went on Tom"s chum, "and then we"ll look farther.
Weren"t you induced by a man named Simpson, or one named Blakeson, to make the demand of three thousand dollars" damage for your barn?"
"No, it wasn"t anybody of either of those names," admitted Mr. Kanker, evidently a bit put out by the question.
"It was some one, though, wasn"t it?" insisted Ned.
"Waal, a man did come to me the day the barn was smashed, and just afore it happened, and said an all-fired big traction engine was headed this way, and that a young feller who was half crazy was running it.
This man--I don"t know who he was, being a stranger to me--said if the engine ran into any of my property and did damages I should collect for it on the spot, or hold the machine.
"Sure enough, that"s what happened, and I did it. That man had an auto, and he brought me and some of my men out to the smashed barn. That"s all I know about it."
"I thought some one put you up to it," commented Ned. "This was some of the gang"s work," he went on to Mr. Damon. "They hoped to get possession of Tom"s tank long enough to find out some of the secrets.
By having the Liberty Bonds, I fooled "em."