CHAPTER XVI--BAIL WANTED
The garage owner moved a few feet away from the grated door of the cellroom and sat down on a bench. He beckoned to Andy.
"No, I'll stand up," said our hero.
"All right, I won't be long. Short and sweet is my motto. To begin with,Andy Nelson, I've been a second father to you."
"I never knew it," observed the boy.
"Don't get saucy," replied Talbot. "It don't show the right spirit. Igave you a job when you didn't have any, and took on myself a bigresponsibility--agreeing to look after you like a regular apprentice.What is the result? Ingratitude."
Andy was silent, but he looked at Talbot, marveling that the man, meanas he was, could imagine that he meant what he said.
"You've brought me lots of trouble," pursued Talbot in an aggrievedtone. "The worst of all is that it's led to my son running away fromhome."
The speaker evidently thought that Andy knew all about this, while inreality Andy only guessed it.
"Oh, I'm responsible for that, too, am I?" observed Andy.
"Yes, you are. You left me in the lurch, and while Gus was off with acustomer some one robbed the money drawer. I was mad and accused Gus oftaking it. Gus got mad and left home."
"What did I have to do with that?"
"Why, if you'd stayed where you belonged it wouldn't have happened,would it?"
Andy actually laughed outright at this strange reasoning.
"What!" he cried. "Me, the firebug, me, the thief you accuse me ofbeing!"
"Well, anyhow, you've been a lot of expense and trouble to me. Nowyou're in a hard fix. You are dead sure to go to the reformatory untilyou are twenty-one years of age, unless some one steps in and savesyou."
"You think so, do you, Mr. Talbot?"
"I am certain of it."
"Who's going to step in and save me?" inquired Andy innocently.
"I'm the only man who can."
"Oh!"
"And I will, if you're willing to do your share."
"What is my share?" demanded Andy.
"Doing what I advise you. I'm a man of influence and power in thiscommunity," boasted the garage owner. "I can fix up this business allright with Jones. You've got to help, though."
"All right, name your terms," said Andy.
"I wouldn't put it 'terms,' Andy," replied Talbot, looking eager andinsinuating, "call it rights. There's that two hundred dollars at thebank. It was found on my property by one of my hired employees. Good,that gives me legal possession according to law."
"Does it?" nodded Andy. "I didn't know that before."
"You can get that money by going after it," continued Talbot.
"How can I?"
"Why, that advertisement they found in your pocket says so, don't it?See here, Andy," and Talbot looked so mean and greedy that our herocould hardly keep from shuddering with disgust, "tell me about thatadvertisement--all about it, I want to be a good friend to you. I am ashrewd business man, and you're only a boy. They'll chisel you out ofit, if you don't have some older person to stand by you. I'll stand byyou, Andy."
"Chisel me out of what?" inquired Andy, intent on drawing out hisspecious counsellor to the limit.
"What's your due. They're after the pocketbook that held the two hundreddollars. Don't you see they're breaking their necks to get it back? Why?aha!"
"That's so," murmured Andy, as if it were all news to him.
"So, if you know what became of that pocketbook----"
"Yes," nodded Andy.
"And where it is----"
"I do," declared Andy.
"Capital!" cried Talbot, getting excited. "Then we've got them. Ha! Ha!They can't squirm away from us. Where's the pocketbook, Andy? You justhand this business right over to me. I'll do the negotiating."
"And if I do?" insinuated Andy.
"You won't be prosecuted on this firebug charge. I'll take you back atthe garage and raise your salary."
"How much?" inquired Andy.
"Well--I'll be liberal. I'll raise your wages twenty-five cents a week."
"Mr. Talbot, if you made it twenty-five dollars I wouldn't touch it, no,nor twenty-five hundred dollars. You talk about your goodness to me.Why, you treated me like a slave. As to the two hundred dollars, itstays right where it is until its rightful owner claims it. If he thenwants to give it to me as a reward, you can make up your mind you won'tget a cent of it."
"You young reprobate!" shouted Talbot, jumping to his feet, aflame withrage. "I'll make you sing another tune soon. It rests with me as to yourstaying in jail. I'll just go and see those lawyers myself."
"You will waste your time," declared Andy. "I have told them all aboutyou from beginning to end, and they're too smart to play into any ofyour dodges."
"We'll see! We'll see!" fumed the garage owner, as he went to thecell-room door and shook it to attract the attention of the turnkey."I'll see you once more--just once more, mind you, and that's to-morrowmorning. You'll decide then, or you'll have a hard run of it."
Andy was left to himself. He walked around the stout cell room with somecuriosity. There were two other prisoners in jail. Both were locked upin cells. One of them asked Andy for a drink of water. The other wasasleep on his cot.
A clang at the barred door attracted Andy's attention again, and hereached it as the turnkey shouted out in a tone that sounded veryofficial:
"Andrew Nelson!"
He stood aside for Andy to step out. An officer Andy had not seen beforetook him by the arm and led him up two flights of stairs to a largecourtroom.
It had no visitors, but the judge sat on the bench. Near him was theprosecuting attorney and the court clerk. Talbot occupied a chair, andconversing with him was Farmer Jones.
"We enter the appearance of the prisoner in this case, your honor,"immediately spoke the attorney, as if in a hurry to get through with theformalities.
"Let the clerk enter the same," ordered the judge in an indifferenttone. "Take the prisoner before the grand jury when it convenes."
"In the matter of bail----" again spoke the attorney.
"Arson. A pretty serious offense," said the judge. "The prisoner is heldover in bonds of two thousand dollars."
Andy's heart sank. He had heard and read of cases where generally a fewhundred dollars bail was asked. He had even calculated in his mind howhe could call friends to his assistance who would go his surety for asmall amount, but two thousand dollars.
"How are you, Andy?" said Jones, advancing and looking him overcritically. Andy was a trifle pale, but his bearing was manly, hiscountenance open and honest. He was neatly dressed, and looked theenergetic business boy all over, and evidently impressed the farmer thatway.
"I'm glad to see you, Mr. Jones," he said respectfully.
"I suppose you feel a little hard agin' me, Andy, but I couldn't helpit. That barn cost me eight hundred dollars."
"It was a serious loss, yes, sir," said Andy, "and I am sorry for you."
Jones fidgeted. Talbot was talking to the attorney, and the farmerseemed glad to get away from his company.
"See here, Andy," he said, edging a little nearer, "I've got boys of myown, and it makes me feel badly to see you in this fix."
"What did you place me here for, then?" demanded Andy.
"I--I thought--you see, Talbot had the evidence. He egged me on, so tospeak. Honest and true, Andy, did you set fire to my barn?"
"Honest and true, Mr. Jones, I had no hand in it. Why should I? You havealways been pleasant and good to me."
"Why, you see, I stopped you running away from Talbot that day."
"And you think I turned firebug out of spite? Oh, Mr. Jones!"
"H'm--see here, judge," and Jones moved up to the desk. "I don't knowthat I care to prosecute this case."
"Out of your hands, Mr. Jones," snapped the prosecuting attorneysharply. "The case must go to the grand jury."
"Andy--I--I'll come and see you," said Jones, as the officer marched Andyback to the jail room.
r /> "Two thousand dollars bail," ruminated Andy, once again under lock andkey. "I can never hope to find anybody to get me out. Too bad--I'm out ofthe airship race for good."