Part 15 (1/2)

Mr. Hollis, who had listened to the last part of the story with as much interest as the boys, thanked Dave for the pleasure he had given them, but could not keep back a smile as Shorty voiced the general sentiment, ”You ought to be ashamed, Dave Ferris, for handing us such a lemon.”

CHAPTER XIV

WITH DEATH BEHIND

Pop! Pop! Bang! The ”Red Scout's” motor gave a few preliminary explosions, and then started off with a sound like a whole battery of field guns going off at once. A cloud of black smoke issued from the exhaust, and in a few seconds had enveloped the car so that it could hardly be seen. Some of the boys came running up with consternation written in their faces, evidently thinking that the automobile was about to explode, or run away, or do some equally disastrous thing. They were rea.s.sured by Bert's broad grin, however, and Bob Ward gave a relieved laugh.

”Gee!” he exclaimed, ”what's the matter with the old machine, anyway, Bert? You had us scared stiff there for a few minutes. I thought that after this when we wanted to get anywhere we'd have to walk, sure. It looked as though the old 'Scout' were on fire.”

”It sure did,” confirmed Frank. ”What _was_ the matter, Bert?”

”Oh, nothing to speak of,” replied Bert airily. ”I had just washed the engine out with a little kerosene oil, and, when I started it, why, of course that burned, and gave out the smoke you saw. I don't wonder that you thought something was up, though,” he continued, laughing. ”It certainly did look like the 'last days of Pompeii' for a few seconds, didn't it?”

”That's what it did,” broke in Shorty, ”and seeing all that smoke reminded me of a riddle I heard a little while ago.”

”Go on, Shorty, tell us the riddle and get it out of your system,”

laughed Bert. ”If you don't it might grow inward and kill you. Some brands of humor are apt to work that way, you know.”

”Well, the riddle is this,” said Shorty. ”Why is it that an automobile smokes?”

Many were the answers to this, but at each one Shorty shook his head.

Finally he said, ”Well, do you give it up?”

”I guess we'll have to, fellows,” grinned Bert. ”Go on and tell us, Shorty; why _is_ it that an automobile smokes?”

”Because it can't chew,” crowed Shorty triumphantly, and dodged just in time to avoid a piece of greasy waste that Bert threw with unerring aim at his head. Amid cries of ”Lynch him!” and ”This way out!” and ”Don't let him escape alive, fellows,” Shorty took nimbly to his heels and skipped behind a tree. After the excitement had subsided Bert returned to his grooming of the ”Red Scout,” and soon had matters fixed to his entire satisfaction.

It was a hot, sticky afternoon, and the boys had nothing particular to do outside of the routine duties of the camp. They had been lying around on the gra.s.s, lazily talking and listening to the drowsy hum of an occasional locust, when one had said:

”Gee, I wish to goodness there was a little wind stirring. I feel as though in about five minutes I would become a mere grease spot on the landscape.”

”Well,” Bert had replied, ”if you feel that way about it, why not manufacture a little wind of our own?”

”Manufacture it,” had come a chorus of surprised protest, ”how in time can you manufacture wind?”

”Oh, it's very simple when you know how,” Bert replied, in an offhand manner. ”What's to prevent us from piling into the auto and taking a spin? When we get out on the road I think I can promise you all the breeze you want. What do you say, fellows? Want to try it?”

The answer was an uproarious shout of approval, and accordingly Bert had been getting the machine in shape.

In a short time they were ready to start, and as they were getting in they discerned Shorty's stocky form emerging from the trees. He signaled frantically for them to wait, and soon came up panting.

”Say, you weren't going without me, were you?” he asked reproachfully.

”Well,” laughed Bert, ”you deserve almost anything after springing a thing like that on us, but I guess we can forgive you, if we try real hard. Shall we take him along, fellows?”

”I don't see what Shorty needs to come for, anyway,” said Ben, slyly.

”It seems to me that a fellow that can run as fast as Shorty did a little while ago can make all the wind he needs himself. He doesn't have to get in an automobile to get swift motion.”