Part 3 (1/2)
”Jump, Ned!” yelled Tom Swift, as he leaped away to escape being entangled in the rungs.
The young inventor came to the ground with a jar that shook him up considerably, while Ned, who had grasped the top board of the fence, remained hanging there by his hands, his feet dangling in the air.
”Whack his fingers, Andy!” yelled Pete Bailey. ”Get a long stick and whack Ned's fingers! That will make him drop off!”
Tom Swift heard, and labored desperately to raise the ladder to enable Ned to get down, for his chum seemed to be afraid to drop.
CHAPTER III
ABE IS DECEIVED
Raising a ladder alone is rather an awkward job. Tom found this so when he tried to aid his friend Ned. But, being a muscular lad, the young inventor did finally succeed in getting the ladder up against the fence where the bank clerk could reach it.
Whack! Down upon the top board came a stick wielded by Andy Foger from the rear window of his shop.
”Wow!” cried Ned, for the blow had been close to his fingers. ”Hurry up with that ladder, Tom.”
”There it is! But why don't you drop?”
”Too far. I can't reach the ladder now!”
”Yes, you can. Stretch a bit!”
”Whack!” Once more the stick descended on the fence, this time still closer to Ned's clinging hands.
”Hit him good, Andy!” cried Sam Snedecker, ”Give me a shot at him!”
”I will not. I want to attend to him myself. You go tell my father, and he'll have Tom Swift arrested for trying to sneak in and get some of my airs.h.i.+p ideas!”
By this time Ned's wiggling feet had found the topmost rung of the ladder. The next moment he was rapidly descending it, and, when on the ground, he and Tom carried it away, to prevent its use by the enemy.
”Whew!” exclaimed the young inventor. ”I had no idea they would kick up such a row!”
”Me either. Did you hurt yourself when you jumped, as the ladder fell?”
”No. Did they hit your hands?”
”Came mighty near it. Well, I s'pose it serves us right, yet if I can't look over my own back fence it's a pity!”
”Of course we can, only I'd just as soon they hadn't seen us.
However--h.e.l.lo! there's Andy looking over here, now.”
The mean face of the bully now topped the fence. It was evident that he had crawled from the window of his shop.
”What are you trying to get into my place for, Tom Swift?” he demanded.
”I wasn't trying to get in, Andy Foger.”