"Well, don"t worry. It"s partly my fault, and perhaps I can make amends. I"ll talk to the new cook," decided the young inventor.
"Oh, Tom, I don"t believe it will do any good. She won"t come, and all my girl friends will arrive shortly." Miss Nestor was quite distressed.
"Leave it to me," suggested the lad, with an a.s.sumed confidence he did not feel. He left the car, and walked toward the office.
Entering it, with Miss Nestor in his wake, he saw a pleasant-faced Irish girl, sitting on a bench, with a bundle beside her.
"And so you don"t want to ride in an auto?" began Tom.
"No, an" it"s no use of the likes of you askin" me, either,"
answered the girl, but not impudently. "I am afeered of thim things, an" I won"t work in a family that owns one."
"But we don"t own one," said Mary.
The girl only sniffed.
"It is the very latest means of traveling," Tom went on, "and there is absolutely no danger. I will drive slowly."
"No!" snapped the new cook.
Tom was rather at his wits" ends. At that moment the telephone rang, and Tom and Mary, listening, could hear the proprietress of the intelligence office talking to Mrs. Duy Puyster over the wire.
"We must get her away soon," whispered Mary, with a nod at the Irish girl, "or we"ll lose her."
Tom was thinking rapidly, but no plan seemed to come to him. A moment later one of the a.s.sistants of the office led out from a rear room another Irish girl,--who, it seems, had just engaged herself to work in the country.
"Good-by, Bridget," said this girl, to the one Mary Nestor had hired. "I"m off now. The carriage has just come for me. I"m goin"
away in style."
"Good luck, Sarah," wished Bridget.
Tom looked out of the window. A dilapidated farm wagon, drawn by two rusty-looking horses, just drawing up at the curb.
"There is your employer, Sarah," said the proprietress of the office. "You will have a nice ride to the country and I hope you will like the place."
A typical country farmer alighted from the wagon, leaving a woman, evidently his wife, or the seat. He called out:
"I"ll git th" servant-gal, "Mandy, an" we"ll drive right out hum.
Then you won"t have such hard work any more."
"An" so that"s the style you was tellin" me of; eh, Sarah?" asked the cook whom Miss Nestor had engaged. "That"s queer style, Sarah."
Sarah was blushing from shame and mortification. Tom was quick to seize the advantage thus offered.
"Bridget, if YOU appreciate style," he said, "you will come in the automobile. I have one of the very latest models, and it is very safe. But perhaps you prefer a farm wagon."
"Indade an" I don"t!" was the ready response. "I"ll go wid you now if only to show Sarah Malloy thot I have more style than her! She was boastin" of the fine place she had, an" th" illigant carriage that was comin" t" take her to the counthry. If that"s it I want none of it! I"ll go wid you an" th" young gintleman. Style indade!"
and, gathering up her bundle she followed Tom and Mary to the waiting auto.
They entered it and started off, just as Mrs. Duy Puyster drove up in her elegantly appointed carriage, while Sarah, with tears of mortification in her eyes, climbed up beside the farmer and his wife.
"You saved the day for me, Tom," whispered Miss Nestor, as the young inventor increased the speed of his car. "It was only just in time."
"Don"t forget the apple turnovers," he whispered back.
Once she had made the plunge, the new cook seemed to lose her fears of the auto, and enjoyed the ride. In a short time she had been safely delivered at Miss Nestor"s home, while that young lady repeated her thanks to Tom, and renewed her invitation for him to come and sample the apple turnovers, which Tom promised faithfully to do, saying he would call on his return from Philadelphia.
Musing on the amusing feature of his trip, Tom was urging his auto along at moderate speed, when, as he turned down a country road, leading to his home, he saw, coming toward him, a carriage, drawn by a slow-moving, white horse, and containing a solitary figure.
"Why, that looks like Andy Foger," spoke Tom, half aloud. "I wonder what he"s doing out driving? His auto must be out of commission. But that"s not strange, considering the way he abuses the machine. It"s in the repair shop half the time."
He slowed down still more, for he did not know but that Andy"s horse might be skittish. He need have no fears, however, for the animal did not seem to have much more life than did Eradicate"s mule, Boomerang.
As Tom came nearer the carriage, he was surprised to see Andy deliberately swing his horse across the road, blocking the highway by means of the carriage and steed.
"Well, Andy Foger, what does that mean?" cried Tom, indignantly, as he brought his car to a sudden stop. "Why do you block the road?"
"Because I want to," snarled the bully, taking out a notebook and pencil, and pretending to make some notes about the property in front of which he had halted. "I"m in the real estate business now,"
went on Andy, "and I"m getting descriptions of the property I"m going to sell. Guess I"ve got a right to stop in the road if I want to!"
"But not to block it up," retorted Tom. "That"s against the law.
Pull over and let me pa.s.s!"
"Suppose I don"t do it?"
"Then I"ll make you!"
"Huh! I"d like to see you try it!" snapped Andy. "If you make trouble for me, it will be the worse for you."
"If you pull to one side, so I can pa.s.s, there"ll be no trouble,"
said Tom, seeing that Andy wished to pick a quarrel.
"Well, I"m not going to pull aside until I finish putting down this description," and the bully continued to write with tantalizing slowness.
"Look here!" exclaimed Tom Swift, with sudden energy. "I"m not going to stand for this! Either you pull to one side and let me pa.s.s, or--"
"Well, what will you do?" demanded the bully.
"I"ll shove you to one side, and you can take the consequences!"
"You won"t dare to!"
"I won"t, eh? Just you watch."
Tom threw forward the lever of his car. There was a hum of the motor, and the electric moved ahead. Andy had continued to write in the book, but at this sound he glanced up.
"Don"t you dare to bunk into me!" yelled Andy. "If you do I"ll sue you for damages!"
"Get out of the way, or I"ll shove you off the road!" threatened Tom, calmly.