“A crab?”
“I’ll tell the herd3 he is the prize long horn for meanness,” Jim added emphatically.
“My goodness, boys, what on earth did he do?” Mrs. Fenton asked soberly, as if she could hardly believe her ears.
“He wouldn’t let us near the place,” Bob explained, then went on with an account of their effort to see the turkey farm.
“Hezzy’s all right, boys. You didn’t tell him who you were.”
“No, we didn’t, but great snakes, about everybody on the three islands seemed to know we were coming. Didn’t seem reasonable that this fellow did not have an idea who we were,” Jim declared.
“Of course, airplane visitors are not common and the news of your arriving from Texas did spread, but it’s possible Hezzy didn’t hear of it,” Mrs. Fenton told them.
“You see, boys, he’s been having quite a peck of trouble. Last year they hatched a big flock of birds, but before they were half grown, a lot of them were stolen. We know they didn’t die—only a few of them—and there is no way for them to have wandered off. Their wings are clipped as soon as they are big enough to get any height, and turkeys do not fly very high or far, anyway. Some one, or some band of thieves must have made away with them. Hezzy is hired to raise them, I haven’t time to and look after the farm, and he takes real pride in having a big flock. Some of the young ones have disappeared already and I expect he’s keeping a mighty4 close watch to save as many as he can. They bring a good price and last year was the first season we didn’t realize a profit on them.”
“Any idea where they go?”
“No, we haven’t, but it must be outsiders. Probably some tourists discovered the old farm tucked away there in the woods, and let it be known, or came back themselves. We have three watchmen, and now one of them sits up all night, but it hasn’t done much good,” Mr. Fenton answered.
“Sure Hezzy isn’t putting his own brand on them?” Jim suggested.
“My goodness sakes alive, child, don’t say anything like that. I wouldn’t have anyone hear you for the world,” Aunt Belle6 said anxiously.
“Hezzy is too honest for his own good, really. He wouldn’t take a bent7 pin that didn’t belong to him. I’ve known him since I was a boy. He’s a fine poultry8 man and absolutely reliable. Keeps his records as accurate as can be. There isn’t a cent’s worth he doesn’t give a detailed9 account of every week,” Mr. Fenton supplemented.
“I didn’t mean to cast reflections on his honesty, but he was such a bear, it just occurred to me he might be feathering his own nest with your turkeys,” Jim said.
“Oh, dear me, don’t say it again. Why, I should be so distressed10 to have it get out—”
“We won’t breath it, Aunt Belle,” Bob promised.
“I’ll take you over sometime and you can see the place. I ordered a pair of good watchdogs to help guard it. They should be here in a day or so,” Mr. Fenton said, then added. “Well, if you want to go out and inspect what’s being done on the mud hole, come along.”
“Perhaps they could eat another piece of pie, Norman.”
“No, we couldn’t, not a sliver,” Bob insisted.
“Much to our regret,” Jim grinned.
“Very well,” Aunt Belle agreed.
The two boys followed Mr. Fenton out of the front door, down the flower lined path under a grove11 of huge maples12, across the road onto the farm proper, past the barns, around the vegetable garden and then he stopped and made a gesture.
“Here it is.” They saw the land, much as he had described it, the alfalfa meadow rising gently on the further side, and between them was a long pond of still water which was very dirty.
“Some hole,” Jim nodded. They walked on, picking their way until they saw a boy at work, and they stood quietly watching him. He did not realize they were there and went on with his task quite as if he was alone on the island.
“What the heck is he doing?” Bob whispered. The boy had some odd sort of implement13, the handles of which he grasped in both hands, stood it upright, then jumped, his feet landing in the middle; driving the queer tool deep into the ground. Then he stepped off, bent the handles as far as they would go, and raised the earth.
“I think it is some sort of shovel14, or plow15,” Mr. Fenton told them, “but I never saw anything like it. Listen and you’ll hear him sing, it’s a kind of a chant.” The step-brothers listened and in a moment they could hear, but the words and melody were unfamiliar16. As the youngster straightened up, they could see that he was lithe17, his skin was dark like his uncle’s, and his heavy hair, which was quite long for a boy’s, waved in the breeze.
“Gosh, he looks a little like an Indian, a good one,” Jim remarked.
“Will he mind if we go closer?”
“No, but I wouldn’t pay too much attention to him,” Mr. Fenton advised. “I’ll go about my job and you amuse yourselves.” He left them, and the boys proceeded to where the young farmer, or whatever he was, was engaged. They marveled at the speed with which he turned over the earth and before they were very close they saw that he was making some kind of trench18. At the nearest end the work seemed to be finished, and then they could tell that he was making a terrace along the edge of the alfalfa plot. About half way down he had taken some very large rocks, fitted them with great nicety, filled in the crevices19 with smaller stones, filled in the space toward the hill with earth, and above the dark soil poked20 two rows of tiny green shoots of young corn.
“Gosh, he’s planting as he gets the land ready. Great job, isn’t it?” Bob whispered and his step-brother nodded. Presently they came up to the boy. When their shadows fell across his plow, he glanced up quickly and sprang back. They grinned cheerfully to let him know they were friendly, and Jim pointed22 to the new terrace.
“Fine,” he declared.
The boy smiled, his eyes lost some of the terror which had leaped into them, and his body relaxed. He eyed them for a moment, then motioning with one hand, he led them back to the other side where he showed them a narrow trench. With one scoop23 of his shovel he removed the earth that still held the water as a dam, and it started to tumble through and race off toward the road, where it would be carried away into the lake. For several minutes they watched, and then they glanced at the useless bog24.
“Cracky,” Bob shouted with admiration25. “Some irrigator26. Look, it’s draining off.”
Sure enough, the long strip was getting dry around the edges, and promised to be emptied inside of an hour.
“If it stays dry, Uncle Norman will be tickled27 pink. Say, Jim, what do you suppose he is?”
“Search me,” Jim responded.
“Seems as if I’ve got a kind of hazy28 idea of reading something about some old race or other using plows29 like that,” Bob remarked.
“Me too. Maybe it was the Egyptians.”
“Maybe, but holy hoofs30, what’s this kid doing it for?”
“As I said before, my esteemed31 step-brother, you are at liberty to search me thoroughly32, but if you find anything, you have to let me in on it,” Jim laughed. The boy watched them a few minutes longer, then picking up his tool, he hurried back to his work.
“You know, Jim, we thought this neck of the woods was going to be dull as ditch-water, but I’ve got a hunch33 that if we stick around we may be able to crowd some real excitement into our visit. I’m dying to know who this kid is and where he came from, mystery number one; I’d like to do some flying about Isle La Motte and perhaps we can see something that will solve mystery number two—what’s happening to Uncle Norman’s turkeys—”
“I’d like to do some observing and see if we can’t get a line on that gang that is giving friend Bradshaw such deep furrows34 between his handsome eyes,” Jim laughed.
“Me too, but gosh all hemlock35, wouldn’t Dad kid the life out of us if he knew we are out to help the little old world!”
“Not only Dad, but the whole shooting match on the ranch36. Tell you what, Aunt Belle and Uncle Fent said we could stay as long as we like, and they meant it, even if we are boys. Let’s organize a secret—s-e-c-r-e-t—mind you, detecting bureau, or what ever it is, and stay until we solve the three mysteries!” Bob proposed.
“I’m on. This end of the world doesn’t look so bad to me. We’ll let the folks know we’re taking root for a while, the three of us, that includes Her Highness. We’ll keep on the job until we win, or we have to admit we’re licked.” Bob held out his hand and the agreement was made, without further discussion.
“We’ll have to explain to Her Highness,” the younger boy declared.
“Sure thing. She’ll be disappointed unless there’s a lot of air work to it, and I have a hunch there will be.”
“Oh, boys—”
“Yes Aunt Belle,” Bob shouted.
“Do you know where your uncle is working?” Mrs. Fenton called from the roadway. “There’s a telephone message for him.”
“We’ll find him for you,” Jim promised. They hurried off in the direction Mr. Fenton had taken when he left them and soon the sound of a hammer ringing in the distance informed them they were on the right trail. A moment later they could see the man repairing a place in the rail fence that bounded the pasture.
“Uncle Norman, you’re wanted on the telephone,” Bob roared.
“All right, coming,” the man waved, and dropping his work, came as fast as his long legs could carry him.
“Guess you’re party’s holding the line,” Jim volunteered.
“They don’t mind that around here,” Mr. Fenton replied. He went ahead and the boys followed more leisurely37.
“This certainly is a good looking spot. No wonder the early pioneers settled in rock-bound Vermont, but, gosh, what a fight they had to put up to get a living out of those rocks,” Bob remarked as his eyes roamed admiringly over the green hills, across the blue water, on to the distant mountains.
“It isn’t a rich state yet, but it has produced some fine men. Real rip-snorters, rearin’ to go,” Jim added. By that time they had reached the “hole” and could see the strange boy working industriously38 at his terrace.
“You know, Bob, we want to be kind of careful because we don’t want to do any butting-in on that kid. Maybe, far as he’s concerned, we had better mind our own business.”
“Reckon you’re right, but let’s try to make friends with him,” Bob suggested, and that was passed without a dissenting39 vote.
“Oh boys.”
“Here,” Bob shouted to his uncle.
“How long would it take you to get me to Burlington?” the man asked as he came up to them.
“Less than an hour,” Bob answered.
“Would it be too much trouble for you to take me?”
“Not one bit,” Jim assured him. “Ever been up in a plane, sir?”
“No, I haven’t,” the man admitted.
“Do you get dizzy easily, that is, does it make you sick to your stomach when you get on a high place and look over?”
“Oh no. I never get dizzy.”
“That’s all right then.”
“We can strap40 you in,” Bob offered.
“Will the plane carry three of us?” the man asked.
“Sure. There’s an emergency seat in the back, and she’ll carry some freight besides,” Jim explained.
“Our dad didn’t leave anything undone41 when he bought that plane, and besides, we helped in the selection. She’ll do anything except herd sheep,” Bob said proudly.
“We have parachutes and everything. Maybe you’d like to try one of them out,” Jim offered.
“Not this time unless I have to,” Mr. Fenton laughed. “A chap called me up on important business, and if I can get it attended to today, it will be a big help.”
“Well then, get a heavy coat on. We have an extra helmet—”
“Shall I need rubbers?”
“If you intend to come down with the parachute over the lake,” Bob answered.
“It’s mighty nice of you—”
“We’ll get Her Highness in ship shape.”
“I’ll be with you in five minutes,” Mr. Fenton promised, and he was. He joined his young guests at the pier42, Bob was already in the back, while Jim was fussing about the pilot’s seat. Mr. Fenton was given the extra helmet and a pair of goggles43, both of which he adjusted when he took his place after he had submitted to having the parachute and safety strap buckled44 properly.
“All O.K.?” Jim shouted finally. Mrs. Fenton had come down to see her husband start on his first flight, and she watched a bit nervously45.
“I don’t know about those contraptions, Norman,” she said anxiously.
“They’re great inventions, Belle. When we get rich, we’ll have one,” he promised her.
“I’d rather have a good horse and buggy,” she retorted.
“A horse is all right, Aunt Belle. He never loses an engine or gets his wings ripped off,” Bob shouted, then added. “All set in the rumble47 seat, Jim!”
“Right-you-are.” Jim glanced at their passenger, assured himself that he was secure, then, opened her up, and they sped forward over the water, which was smooth as a sheet of glass. Mr. Fenton’s lips moved, but whatever he said was lost in the roar of the motor. He grabbed the edge of the seat as Her Highness lifted her nose eagerly, and he hung on grimly as she spiraled in wide curves over the lake. At a thousand feet the young pilot leveled her off and they roared swiftly south toward the State’s largest city. After about ten minutes, Mr. Fenton sat less rigidly48. Jim picked up the speaking tube and handed the end to him, making motions how to use it.
“How do you like flying, Uncle Norman?” Mr. Fenton nodded and smiled. He didn’t feel quite equal to carrying on a conversation yet. Jim followed the lake, and as they were approaching their destination, he spoke49 again to his passenger. “If we land on the water will that be all right for you, can you get to your place easily?”
“Yes, the office isn’t far from the east shore.” Mr. Fenton felt like an old timer now. He was thoroughly enjoying himself.
“Ten minutes more,” Jim told him, and he nodded. Presently the pilot shut off the engine, and the man looked startled at the sudden silence. He glanced at Jim, who grinned reassuringly50 as he kicked the rudder about and brought Her Highness into a long glide51 toward the spot he had selected for the landing. The plane touched the water lightly, sped along a few yards and stopped beside a long pier.
“Are we here?” Mr. Fenton asked.
“Yes sir. How do you like air traveling?”
“It’s wonderful, but I did almost get heart failure when the motor stopped,” he admitted.
“Begun to wish you had brought your rubbers?”
“My rubbers and a boat.”
“Is this place near enough?”
“Plenty.” Jim helped him out of the straps52, and by that time Bob stepped over the fuselage to give a hand.
“Glad you didn’t try to jump over, Uncle Norman. How are your air-legs, wobbly?”
“A bit cramped53.” He stretched them both, found they would work, and in a moment he mounted the boat pier. “I don’t expect to be more than half an hour.”
“We’ll wait here,” Jim promised.
“Oh, look at the hydroplane,” shouted a small boy on the shore.
“They are calling Her Highness names,” Bob scowled54.
“She’s a hydroplane for the minute,” Jim replied. “Let’s taxi around the water.”
“It’s getting kind of rough. Up at North Hero it was as smooth as a sheet,” Bob answered. “Wish I knew more about water and its tricks.”
“I think we’re going to have a blow,” Jim speculated as Her Highness went rocking over the waves.
“There are some black clouds over south and west and they sure do look as if they are in a hurry. We’ll have them on our tail as we go back. Got plenty of gas? I read that in some places Lake Champlain is three hundred feet deep, and it’s wet clear to the bottom,” said Bob.
“There’s an extra tank besides what is in the bus. Guess I’ll feed her up. Somehow, I think a nice Texas desert is pleasanter to land on than water.” Jim busied himself with the task and Bob helped look things over.
“Why don’t you go back above the shore?” he suggested.
“We have to land on the cove5 when we get home, so why switch gears. If there’s time this evening, we might locate a place to land on the farm, but we’ll have to ask your uncle about that or we’ll be coming down on some field he’s planted.”
“O.K. with me.”
“Whoooo boys,” Mr. Fenton shouted from the pier where he was standing55 with a group of men and an army of small boys who had come to see the take off.
“An audience. Do your prettiest, Your Highness,” Bob urged the plane as his step-brother brought it around in fancy style.
“It isn’t every farmer who has a couple of pilots to bring him to town in a private plane, free of charge,” one of the men joked.
“Certainly looks like the farmers are getting some relief,” another added. “They are going up in the air about it.”
“It’s time we did something,” Mr. Fenton responded. “Shall I get in now, Jim?”
“Sure.” Bob gave him a hand, the straps were re-adjusted, and the younger boy crawled back to his seat, attached his own parachute, and was finally ready. By that time the shore was lined with spectators.
“All ready. Contact,” Caldwell shouted. Jim opened the throttle56, and they were off in a jiffy. They could see the people waving and cheering as they came about a few feet above the lake. Then Her Highness zoomed57, high and handsome and the town was left behind.
Because of the rising wind the return trip was not so smooth. They ran into bumps and pockets, and the force of the approaching storm drove hard behind them, pushing them forward swiftly. Jim zoomed to ten thousand feet in an effort to get above the troubled air, but even at that altitude there was no improvement. Occasionally he took a second to glance at his passenger, but Mr. Fenton was facing it bravely, although his eyes showed that he was a bit anxious. The young pilot took the speaking tube, signaled to the boy in the back, and almost instantly there was a red flash on the dial board, which meant Bob was paying attention.
“Better put your cover over, old man.”
“Got her up,” came the answer. “I’m snug58 as a bug46 in a rug. Want to know the readings back here?”
“Yes.” Bob read them off while Jim compared them with the records on his own control board, and when it was finished, he called.
“All correct.”
“You covered up?” Bob demanded.
“Going to fix it now. So long. Meet you on the ice.”
“You needn’t. I’m not a skate,” came the chuckling59 response. Then Jim drew the storm cover over the cock-pit, switched on extra lights, and the plane raced forward, guided entirely60 by compass, and the sensitive instruments which kept him fully21 informed as to how high they were and how fast they were going.
The coming of the storm suddenly hit them with a bang and the young fellow fought with the controls to keep Her Highness balanced.
Glancing through the tiny window he was startled to see that it was pitch dark, and he had to look at his watch to be sure that night was still several hours away.
“Some storm,” he remarked to Mr. Fenton, who answered courageously61.
“Lake Champlain is noted62 for them. They are pretty tempestuous63 at times and this looks like a rip-snorter.”
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