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Page 38
"The same with me, Tom. Let's investigate;"
"That's what I intend doing. Come on. The airship will be all
right until we come back."
"Better take a light--hadn't you? It's dark, even if the moon
does show now and then," suggested Mr. Damon.
"Guess you are right," agreed Tom. Aboard his airship there
were several small but powerful portable electric lights, and
after securing one of these Tom and Mr. Damon started for the
spot whence the call for help had come. As they walked along,
their feet making no noise on the soft turf, they listened
intently for a repetition of the call for aid.
"I don't hear anything," said Tom, after a bit.
"Nor I," added Mr. Damon. "We don't know exactly which way to
go, Tom."
"That's right. Guess we'd better give him a hail; whoever it
is."
Tom came to a halt, and raising his voice to a shout called:
"Hello there! What's the matter? We'll help you if you can tell
us which way to come!"
They both listened intently, but no voice answered them. At the
same time, however, they were aware of a sound as of hurrying
feet, and there seemed to be muttered imprecations not far away.
Tom and Mr. Damon looked in the direction of the sound, and the
young inventor flashed his light. But there was a clump of bushes
and trees at that point and the electrical rays did not penetrate
very far.
"Some one's over there!" exclaimed Tom in a whisper. "We'd
better go and see what it is."
"All right," agreed Mr. Damon, and he, too, spoke in a low
voice.
Why they did this when their previous talk had been in ordinary
tones, and when Tom had shouted so loudly, they did not stop to
reason about or explain just then. But later they both admitted
that they whispered because they thought there was something
wrong on foot--because they feared a crime was being committed
and they wanted to surprise the perpetrators if they could.
And it was this fact of their whispering that enabled the two
to hear something that, otherwise, they might not have heard. And
this was the sound of some vehicle hurrying away--an automobile,
if Tom was any judge. The cries for help had been succeeded by
stifled vocal sounds, and these, in turn, by the noise of wheels
on the ground.
"What does it all mean?" asked Mr. Damon in a whisper.
"I don't know," answered Tom, resolutely, "but we've got to
find out. Come on
They advanced toward the dark clump of trees and low bushes.
There was no need to be especially cautious in regard to being
silent, as their feet made little, if any, sound on the deep
grass. And, as Tom walked in advance, now and then flashing his
light, Mr. Damon suddenly caught him by the coat.
"What is it?" asked the young inventor.
"Look! Just over the top of that hill, where the moon shines.
Don't you see an automobile outlined?"
Tom looked quickly.
"I do," he answered. "There's a road from here, just the other
side of those trees, to that hill. The auto must have gone that
way. Well, there's no use in trying to follow it now. Whoever it
was has gotten away."
"But they may have left some one behind, Tom. We'd better look
in and around those trees."
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