CHAPTER IV.
A QUEER SITUATION.
Brady had made no resistance. When attacked by Matt, he had allowedhimself to be overborne without a struggle. The young motorist,however, was well acquainted with Brady's treacherous nature andthought he was playing a part. Paying no attention to his request to beleft free for a talk, Matt continued to keep tight hold of him.
"Get a rope, Carl," said he.
"On der chump!" answered Carl, starting at once for the car.
"I'm not putting up any fight, King," spoke up Brady; "you can seethat, and it ought to be proof that I haven't any hostile intentions.Do you suppose I'd have come here alone if I'd wanted to rough thingswith you?"
"There's never any telling what you'll do," answered Matt. "You're fullof tricks, Brady; not only that, but you're an escaped convict. You'replaying some kind of a game, but you're not going to catch us, I cantell you that."
Brady fell silent. When Carl got back with the rope he allowed himselfto be tied.
"Now," said he, as he lay helpless on the ground, "if you're satisfied,we can talk."
Considering the temper he had, he showed a most remarkable command ofhimself.
"I haven't any objections to talking with you," returned Matt, "butnothing you can say is going to keep us from handing you over to thepolice. Carl," and here he turned to his Dutch chum, "you go to theother side of the trees and keep a sharp watch for some of the rest ofthe gang. And you, Dick," he added to Ferral, "keep your eyes skinnedon this side. It won't do to let Pete or Whipple sneak up on us whileBrady is holding our attention."
"Ve fool him vonce oof he dries dot," said Carl, moving away to theposition assigned him.
"Right-o," agreed Ferral. "We know too much about Brady to let him pullthe wool over our eyes."
As Brady lay bound, Matt went through his pockets, looking for aweapon. His search was unsuccessful. Brady laughed harshly as the laddrew away with empty hands.
"You'll not find any shooting irons about me, King," said he. "Why, Ihaven't so much as a pocket knife in my clothes. That's more proof thatI didn't come here with any hostile intentions against you and yourfriends."
"Where did you get that uniform?" asked Matt sternly.
"It belongs to one of the guards at the prison."
"He gave it to you and helped you get away?"
"Not much he didn't. I knocked him over the head, got into his uniformand walked out of the 'pen.' That's how I made my get-away."
"When you were sent up you said you'd get clear and play even with me."
"I've made up my mind to play even with somebody else, and want you tohelp me with the Hawk."
The audacity of this proposition staggered Matt.
"You must be crazy, Brady," said he, "if you think I'd help you in anyof your underhand schemes. You came here and wrote that forged letter?"
"I came directly here from the prison," replied Brady, with the utmostfrankness, "and have been hiding in that deserted stone quarry. Justas I told you, I wrote that letter and ran the risk of discovery bygetting a boy to bring me an envelope and a sheet of paper, and then totake the letter to La Grange and mail it."
"Why did you use Dave Glennie's name?"
"Because I thought it would bring you, and I didn't think of anythingelse that would fetch you this way."
"Well, you overreached yourself. Instead of making us your prisoners,we have turned the tables on you; and we're going to get you away fromhere before the rest of your gang show up."
"They'll not show up," declared Brady, "and I didn't get you and yourfriends here to make any trouble for you."
It was a queer condition of affairs--so queer, in fact, that Matt wouldnot take any stock in it.
"What did you bring us here for?" he asked incredulously.
"To help my girl," replied Brady, in a voice that seemed perfectlysincere. "She has helped you a good many times, King, and I supposedyou would be willing to do something for her."
"I would do anything for Miss Brady, but I don't think that you, eventhough you are her father, have her best interests at heart. When youwere captured, over in Michigan, you swore you would get even with yourdaughter, just as you would with me."
"A few days have made a different man of me, King. I got a letter whileI was in prison, telling how the girl had been spirited away from thehome of her friends, in Chicago. I know who did that, and I know whyit was done. Helen needs help--she must have it soon--and if you won'tcome with me and help me with the Hawk, there's no telling what willhappen to the girl. It was to do what I could for her that I escapedfrom the 'pen,' that I have been hiding and starving in that oldquarry, and that I wrote that letter and got you here. Good heavens,boys, do you think I'd have taken all these chances unless there wasthe biggest kind of a demand on me?"
Brady was terribly in earnest, but he was so shifty and full of tricksthat Matt could not have any confidence in him.
"Your change of heart is too sudden to be sincere," said he. "You'veplayed fast and loose with me ever since I first met you, Brady."
"I know that what I have done is against me," went on Brady, withan odd, pleading note in his voice, "but just now I have hazardedeverything on a single throw, and if you refuse to trust me you'llregret it--on Helen's account. I tell you she's in danger. Of courseyou can load me into the Hawk and take me back to South Chicago, butwhen the worst happens to the girl you're going to be sorry."
Matt pondered the subject for a few moments. There was nothing hewouldn't have done for Helen Brady, but her reprobate father was notthe one to show him his duty in that direction.
"Where are Pete and Whipple?" he asked.
"They're hiding in La Grange, but they don't know anything aboutwhere I am. It's those black-hearted scoundrels who are making all thetrouble for Helen." The old fierceness crept into Brady's voice. "I'llget even with the whelps if I hang for it!" he cried. "They can't turnagainst me without footing the bill! They ought to be in the 'pen' andI'll land them there before I go back myself. We can do this, King, andwe can save the girl--if you will only help me. Don't take me back toSouth Chicago until we have captured Pete and Whipple and saved Helen!I know I have been tricky with you, and that you have just cause tosuspect my motives now, but I declare to you solemnly that all I askis a chance to get even with Pete and Whipple and to take Helen out oftheir hands."
"Miss Brady was spirited away by Pete and Whipple?" asked Matt, hisnerves quivering at the very thought.
"Yes, and they're keeping her a prisoner now. If you----"
Just here Carl came running out from the shadow of the trees.
"Dere vas two fellers coming dis vay from der canal," he criedexcitedly, "und dey vas coming on der run. Ve haf got to do somet'ingun do it kevick!"
"It's a trap, after all!" exclaimed Matt. "Ferral, you and Carl pick upBrady and hustle him over to the car. Get ready to cast off and make aswift start from here. Look alive, now, or we'll be head over heels inthe trouble Harris was afraid would come our way."
As Matt spoke, he ran toward the trees and the air ship, intending tocast off the mooring ropes himself. His foot struck against something,which he found to be a piece of a dead branch from one of the trees. Hepossessed himself of the club, with the intention of using it if he wasinterfered with in his work.
Carl and Ferral realized the necessity of quick action. Grabbing upBrady by the feet and shoulders, they hustled him toward the Hawk. Whenthey dumped him into the car, Matt had already cast off one rope andwas working frantically with the other.
"Here's the Hawk, by thunder!" bellowed an exulting voice from thegloom. "What do you think of this for luck? We got ter capture the airship, Pete! It won't do to let such a chance get away from us."
The hoarse voice came closer and closer, and Matt heard a scramble ofrunning feet.
"Dere dey are!" cried Carl. "It vas Pete und Vipple! Vat a luck, und--"
There came the impact of a blow. Among the shadows under the trees Mattsaw Carl, who had be
en standing by the rail of the car, suddenly hurledbackward. He had been struck down by one of the two scoundrels--Pete orWhipple--it was impossible to tell which.
"Pipe to quarters!" came the voice of Ferral as he leaped to Carl'sassistance. "All hands repel boarders! Look out for yourself, Matt!"
Just then Matt had his own hands full and could not pay any moreattention to what was going on by the car.
One of the two ruffians, seeing him in the gloom, leaped in hisdirection. There was a bluish flash, followed by a sudden report. Mattdropped backward.
"I've got King, Pete!" jubilated the voice of Whipple. "We'll haveeverythin' our own way, now! Don't let them others git the best o' yeafore I git there."
Whipple, however, was mistaken. He had not "got" Matt. His bullet hadsped wide, and Matt had merely tumbled backward to pick up the clubwhich he had dropped while working at the rope.
As Whipple continued to rush forward, the young motorist sprang up,whirled the bludgeon, and let it drop on the scoundrel's head with allhis strength.
Whipple gave a howl of pain, threw up his hands, and staggered back.Matt pressed the robber hard, and another blow felled him where hestood. Whirling away, Matt rushed back to help his two chums.
Carl had not yet recovered himself sufficiently to be of any use, andFerral was having a little more than he could manage.
"Take him from behind, Whipple!" panted Pete, thinking Matt was hisconfederate.
The next moment Pete saw his mistake.
Rightly surmising that something had happened to his pal, and notcaring to run the risk of being captured, Pete whirled and took to hisheels.
"Keelhaul me, mate," cried Ferral, "but that was a tight squeak.Where's the other swab?"
"I was lucky enough to bowl him over, and----"
"My heart was in my throat when I heard that shot! I thought sure youhad got your gruel."
"Never mind that, now. Get into the car and turn over the engine. I'llfinish casting off that other rope and we'll get out of here. There'smore of the gang at large and they may be skulking around in thisvicinity. Hurry up, Dick!"
Matt rushed back to where he had had his encounter with Whipple. Thescoundrel had vanished, having probably recovered his wits, and madeoff after Pete. This made the situation more critical for Matt and hisfriends. The two scoundrels were armed, and it would be only a matterof a few minutes before they rejoined each other and renewed the attack.
Working swiftly, Matt released the rope from the tree, threw it intothe car, and bounded after it. Everything was ready, and all he had todo was to jump into the car, switch the power into the propeller, andlift the steering rudder.
In another moment, the Hawk had glided upward and away into the night.