Motor Matt's Daring Rescue; or, The Strange Case of Helen Brady

by Stanley R. Matthews

  CHAPTER XV.

  THE CAPTURE OF PETE AND WHIPPLE.

  There was one big advantage the Hawk had over the automobile, and itwas presently to make itself manifest to all in the air ship. The roadwhich the fleeing robbers had taken was a very rough one, and a fewmoments after they had been sighted by those in the Hawk, Whipple andPete turned into another road, which ran at right angles with the onealong which they had first started.

  "They're not headed for La Grange, that's a cinch," commented Burton.

  "They're looking for better going," said Harris, "but that road they'vetaken is rougher than the one they just left."

  "When they get to the end of the second road," went on Burton, "they'llbe on a turnpike, with a bed like asphalt. Then, if something about theautomobile doesn't break, it will be good-by to our hopes of----"

  "What are you doing, Matt?" asked Harris suddenly.

  Matt had shifted the course of the Hawk.

  "I've just realized what an advantage we have over the automobile,"laughed the young motorist. "Roads don't bother us any, and fences,hills, and swamps don't exist for us. I'm cutting off a corner, Harris.If the going on that cross road is as rough as I think it is, we'lloverhaul the automobile."

  "Fine!" cried Harris, clapping his hands.

  "Nodding can shtop a air ship ven it vants to go some blace," grinnedCarl.

  "Nothing but the wind," said Matt. "We've got a good, smart breezeright behind us, and we're making every bit of thirty miles an hour.Hear the motor! It runs as sweet as any machine I ever heard. But howdid those fellows come to give you the slip like they did, Harris? Theymust have had to leave the house and get to the garage before theycould make a run with the automobile."

  "Well," grunted Harris, "they did all of that. We made a bobble, that'sall. After you got away with the girl, Burton and I concluded to rushthings to a finish. With that end in view, we carried that stick ofcordwood around in front and smashed in the front door. Then we rushedinto the house. We heard some one running up the stairs, so we chasedafter, and finally found ourselves in the top story. There was no onethere, except a hag of a woman, stupefied with drink, in one of therooms.

  "The skylight was open, and Burton and I bounded up, thinking our menhad taken to the roof. But there was only one man on the roof, and thatwas Hooligan. He had made all that noise just to get us to follow him.He surrendered, and while he was doing it, Burton and I looked down andsaw Pete and Whipple hopping around and getting that automobile out ofthe garage. They were out of pistol range, and it didn't take Burtonand me more than a minute to understand that we had been lured to theroof in order to give Whipple and Pete a chance to save their bacon.

  "We ran down and out at the kitchen door. There we stumbled overSanders, tied hand and foot and lying on his woodpile. The twoscoundrels had paid him their respects to that extent. Leaving Sanders,we rushed around the house, and saw the automobile spinning through thegate. Then we went after the Hawk, on the run. We're coming close tothat other road, Matt," Harris added excitedly, "and Pete and Whipplehaven't seen us, yet. They're pounding the life out of that car! I hopeto thunder they don't wreck it. The road is awful."

  The crossroad was rifled with ruts and "thank-ye-ma'ms." Over these theautomobile was lurching and swaying, and not making more than fifteenor twenty miles an hour.

  The Hawk came over the road almost directly above the motor car.

  "Halt!" roared Harris, leaning from the rail and aiming his revolverdownward. "You're at the end of your rope, Whipple, you and Pete, andyou might as well surrender. If you don't, we'll shoot."

  Both scoundrels looked upward, and both, as might be expected, began toswear. Pete continued looking up, but Whipple recklessly threw on morespeed.

  The automobile jumped forward like a horse suddenly lashed. At the samemoment the wheels on one side went down into a deep rut, and Pete,whose eyes were still aloft, was hurled over the side as though from acatapult. He landed on head and shoulders close to the roadside fence,and, instead of getting up, he straightened out and lay quiet.

  "He's killed!" cried Burton.

  "Don't you believe it," answered Harris. "He's too tough to be killedby a fall like that. Drop lower, Matt," the officer added to the youngmotorist, "and let Burton get out and take care of Pete. After that,we'll go on in pursuit of Whipple."

  It took about two minutes to land Burton. Pete was still lying proneand silent as the La Grange man rushed toward him. While the Hawk wasrising and forging onward after the automobile, those aboard her sawBurton raise himself upon completing a swift examination of Pete.Burton waved a hand reassuringly, then dropped the hand into his pocketand pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

  "I was sure Pete was all right," said Harris, turning his eyes ahead."That was an easy capture for Burton--an easier one than I think we'llhave."

  "Vell," observed Carl, "I don'd know aboudt dot. Der pubble is actingoop mit itseluf. It has shtopped, und Vipple iss like some crazy mans,drying to make it go."

  What Carl had said was the truth. Directly ahead, the automobile was ata complete standstill, with Whipple pulling and hauling frantically atthe levers.

  "Now we'll land him!" exulted Harris. "Straight ahead, Matt."

  Whipple, despairing of getting the car into usable condition, suddenlysprang into the road and started for the fence. He was climbing thefence, when Matt shut off the power and halted about twenty feet overhis head. Harris' revolver was trained full on the fugitive.

  "Now, then," yelled the officer, "either give up or take theconsequences."

  "It's your play," answered Whipple, turning around and sitting on thetop board.

  "Throw your six-shooter into the road!" ordered Harris.

  Whipple jerked the gun from his pocket and cast it from him, with ahoarse laugh.

  "It ain't any good," said he. "There ain't a loaded shell in thecylinder, an' no more ter put in. If it hadn't been fer that, Harris,I wouldn't have come so easy. I could have slammed a bullet inter themachinery o' that air ship an' put it out o' the runnin'."

  "I thought it was queer," remarked Harris, "that Pete or Whipple didn'tuse their revolvers. Get down closer to the ground, Matt. Better tie upto the fence, for I'd like to have you take a look at the automobileand see what's the matter with it."

  Carl helped in the landing so that Harris could give his entireattention to Whipple. All of them breathed easier when they heard apair of handcuffs snap around Whipple's wrists.

  The air ship was moored so the wind could not drive the gas bag againstanything in the road, and Matt went forward to the automobile. After afew moments' examination, he turned away with a laugh.

  "She's badly shaken up, isn't she?" inquired Harris anxiously.

  "Doesn't seem to be, Harris," replied Matt. "She has stood the roughhandling she has had remarkably well."

  "I don't know much about drivin' a car," admitted Whipple, "an' ye canbet I was puttin' her through fer all she was worth. I was certainnothin' had busted, an' I couldn't understand what made her stop."

  "The gasoline tank was empty," said Matt. "You can't run a motorwithout fuel."

  "Hang it all!" snorted Whipple, "an' there was a bar'l o' the stuffright there in Caspar's garage!"

  "You were in too big a hurry to get away to make any use of thegasoline supply," said Harris.

  "It wasn't that. I jest didn't know enough, that's all, an' this is howI'm payin' fer my ignorance."

  "We'd have captured you, anyway, Whipple," declared Harris.

  "Well, ye wouldn't have done it if it hadn't been fer King an' theHawk. He's busted up Brady an' all his gang, an' it's a good thing ferhim the darbies are on my hands this minute."

  "I'll take Whipple back to where we left Burton and Pete, Matt," saidHarris, "and if we can get a supply of gasoline from some farmhouse,we'll hike for South Chicago in the automobile."

  "I can help you out, Harris," answered Matt. "I've an extra supply ofgasoline in the air ship. Wait a minute and I'll get you r
eady for thetrip home."

  In a few moments Matt had strained enough gasoline into the motor car'stank to carry her a hundred miles. After that, he and Carl waited forHarris to get into the car with his prisoner and start back toward theplace where Burton and Pete had been left. The automobile moved offwith everything working perfectly.

  "I'll see you in South Chicago, Matt," Harris called over his shoulder."We mustn't forget poor Sanders, either."

  "We haven't any balloon house to go to now," Matt answered, "so wecan't stay in South Chicago very long."

  "Dot vinds oop der whole game, bard," remarked Carl. "Vipple und Petevas der vorst oof der olt gang, nexdt to Prady, und dey vas now downund oudt. Miss Prady has likevise peen rescued, und eferyt'ing isslofely und ve can now go on mit ourselufs py New York."

  "We'll have to go somewhere," said Matt. "An air ship is somethingof a white elephant when you haven't a proper place in which to keepit. This wind is increasing, and the sky is clouding up. Looks like astorm, to me, and we'd better hurry and pick up Carl and Miss Brady andmake a run for South Chicago."

  The sky certainly looked threatening, and the boys made haste to getthe Hawk in the air and to head her back toward the Caspar mansion.They had a hard struggle, for the wind was dead against them, and theycould make scarcely more than five miles an hour. Getting Ferral andHelen aboard the car was ticklish business, because of the increasingwind, but it was finally accomplished and the Hawk scooted away towardSouth Chicago.