"What are you moving--eggs, that you have to be so careful?" asked the young inventor, in a low voice.
"Eggs? No! But it might just as well be," was the growling answer.
"He"s shipping an airship, all taken to pieces, and he has nervous prostration for fear it will be broken. I don"t believe the old thing"s any good, anyhow."
"An airship--Andy Foger sending away his airship?" gasped Tom.
"Where to?"
"Some place in Alaska," was the startling reply. "Pitka or Sitka, or some such place like that. It"s all in these boxes, G"lang there!"
this to his horses.
"Andy sending his airship to Alaska!" murmured Tom in dismay. "Then he surely is going to make a try for that valley of gold!"
He turned away, while the snarling voice of the bully rang out on the night, urging the drivers to be very careful of the boxes and crates on their trucks.
CHAPTER VIII
A THIEF IN THE NIGHT
Tom Swift hardly knew what to think. He had scarcely believed, in spite of the fact that he was sure Andy had a copy of the map, that the bully would actually make an effort to go to the valley of gold.
"And in that airship of his, too," mused Tom. "Well, there"s one consolation, I don"t believe he"ll go far in that, though it does sail better than when he made his first attempt. Well, if he"s going to try to beat us, it"s a good thing I know it. We can be prepared for him, now."
Tom, after watching the big vans for a few minutes, turned and kept on toward his home.
There was more than surprise on the part of Mr. Damon and the others when Tom told his news. There was alarm, for there was a feeling that Mr. Foger and his son might adopt unscrupulous tricks.
"But what can we do?" asked Mr. Swift.
"Whitewash him!" exclaimed Eradicate Sampson, who had overheard part of the conversation. "Dat"s what I"d do t" him an" his father, too!
Dat"s what I would! Fust I"d let mah mule Boomerang kick him a bit, an" den, when he was all mussed up, I"d whitewash him!" That was the colored man"s favorite method of dealing with enemies, but, of course, he could not always carry it out.
However, after considering the matter from all sides, it was decided that nothing could be done for the present.
"Let them go," said Tom, "I don"t believe they"ll ever find the valley of gold. I fancy I threw a scare into Andy, talking as I did about the map."
"Well, even if the Fogers do get the gold," said Mr. Parker calmly, "they cannot take away the caves of ice, and it is in them that I am most interested. I want to prove some of my new theories."
"And we need the gold," said Tom, in a low voice; "don"t we, Abe?"
"That"s what we do, Tom," answered the old miner.
Preparations were now practically completed for their trip to Seattle by rail. Tom made some inquiries in the next few days regarding the Fogers, but only learned that the father and son had left town, after superintending the shipment of their airship.
"Well, we start to-day," remarked Tom, as he arose one morning. "In two weeks, at most, we ought to be hovering over the valley, Abe."
"I hope so, Tom. You"ve got the map put away safely, have you?"
"Sure thing. Are you all ready?"
"Yes."
"Then we"ll start for the depot right after breakfast." The adventurers had arranged to take a local train from Shopton, and get on a fast express at one of the more important stations.
Good-byes were said, Mr. Swift, Mr. Jackson, Mrs. Baggert and Eradicate waving their adieus from the porch as Tom and the others started for the depot. Miss Mary Nestor had bidden our hero farewell the previous night--it being a sort of second good-bye, for Tom was a frequent caller at her house, and, if the truth must be told he rather disliked to leave the young lady.
Tom found a few of his friends at the station, who had gathered there to give him and Ned BON-VOYAGE.
"Bring us back some nuggets, Tom," pleaded Arthur Norton.
"Bring me a musk-ox if you can shoot one," suggested one.
"A live bear or a trained Eskimo for mine," exclaimed another.
Tom laughingly promised to do the best he could.
"I"ll send you some gold nuggets by wireless," said Ned Newton.
It was almost time for the train to arrive. In the crowd on the platform Tom noticed Pete Bailey.
"He must feel lost without Andy," observed the young inventor to Ned.
"Yes, I wonder what he"s hanging around here for?"
They learned a moment later, for they saw Pete going into the telegraph office.
"Must be something important for him to wire about," observed Ned.
Tom did not answer. The window of the office was slightly open, though the day was cool, and he was listening to the clicks of the telegraph instrument, as the operator sent Pete"s message. Tom was familiar with the Morse code. What was his surprise to hear the message being sent to Andy Foger at a certain hotel in Chicago. And the message read:
"Tom Swift"s party leaving to-day."
"What in the world does that mean?" thought Tom, but he did not tell Ned what he had picked up as it went over the wire. "Why should Andy want to be informed when we leave? That"s why Pete was hanging around here! He had been instructed to let Andy know when we left for Seattle. There"s something queer back of all this."
Tom was still puzzling over the matter when their train roiled in and he and the others got aboard.
"Well, we"re off!" cried Ned.
"Yes; we"re off," admitted Tom, and, to himself he added: "No telling what will happen before we get there, though."
The trip to Chicago was without incident, and, on arrival in the Windy City, Tom was on the lookout for Andy or his father, but he did not see them. He made private inquiries at the hotel mentioned in Pete"s telegram, but learned that the Fogers had gone on.
"Perhaps I"m worrying too much," thought Tom. But an event that occurred a few nights later, when they were speeding across the continent showed him that there was need of great precaution.
On leaving Chicago, Tom had noticed, among the other pa.s.sengers traveling in the same coach as themselves, a man who seemed to be closely observing each member of the party of gold-hunters. He was a man with a black mustache, a mustache so black, in fact, that Tom at once concluded that it had been dyed. This, in itself, was not much, but there was a certain air about the man--a "sporty" air--which made Tom suspicious.