CHAPTER XV
ANDY FOGER'S BLACK EYE
Around the bend came the six-cylinder touring car. The driver, with asurprised look on his face, was slacking up. He ran his machine upalongside of Tom's.
"Say," he asked, in dazed tones, "did you take a short cut, or anythinglike that to get ahead of me?"
"No," answered the youth.
"And you didn't jump me in the air?"
"No," was Tom's answer, smilingly given.
"Well, all I've got to say is that you've got a wonderful car there,Mr.--er--er--" He paused suggestively.
"Swift is my name," our hero answered. "Thomas Swift, of Shopton."
"Ah, I've heard of you. My name is Layton--Paul Layton. I'm fromNetherton. Let's see, you built an airship, didn't you?"
"I helped," Tom admitted modestly.
"Well, you beat me fair and square, and if I do say it myself I've gota fairly speedy car. Took two firsts at the Indianapolis meet lastmonth. But you certainly scooted ahead of me. Where did you buy thatelectric, if I may ask?"
"I made it."
"I might have known," admitted the man. "But are you going to put themon the market? If you are I'd like to get one. I want the fastest cargoing, and you seem to have it."
"I hadn't thought of manufacturing them for sale," said the younginventor. "If I do, I'll let you know."
"I wish you would. My! I had no idea you could beat me, but youdid--fair and square."
There was some more talk, and then Mr. Layton started on, afterexacting from Tom a further promise to let him know if any electricswere to be made for sale.
"You certainly have a wonderful car," complimented Ned, as he and hischum took a short cut to Shopton.
"Well, I'm not quite satisfied with it," declared Tom.
"Why not?"
"Well, I've set a hundred miles an hour as my limit. I didn't make buteighty to-day. I've got to have more speed if I go up against the crowdthat will race for the touring club's prize."
"Can you make a hundred miles?"
"I think so. I've got to change my gears, though, and use heavierfuses. I was afraid every second that one of the fuses would melt, andleave me stranded. But they stood pretty well. Of course, when the car,geared as it is now, has been run a little longer it will go faster,but it won't come up to a hundred miles an hour. That's what I want,and that's what I'm going to get," and the lad looked very determined.
Ned was taken to the bank, and, as Tom turned his machine around, to gohome, he saw, standing on the steps of the new bank, which was almostacross the street from the old one, Andy Foger, and the bully's father.The red-haired lad laughed at Tom's rough looking car, and saidsomething to his parent, but Mr. Foger did not notice Tom. Not thatthis caused our hero any uneasiness, however.
But, as he swung away from the bank, he saw, coming up the street afigure that instantly attracted his attention. It was that of Mr. Berg,and Tom at once recalled the night he had pursued the submarine agent,and torn loose his watch charm. Mr. Berg was evidently going to enterthe new bank, for, at the sight of the former agent, Mr. Fogerdescended the steps, and went to meet him.
Tom, however, had decided upon a plan of action. He steered his machinein toward the curb, ran up the steel wind-shield, and called:
"Mr. Berg!"
"Eh? What's that?" asked the agent, in some surprise. Then, as hecaught sight of Tom, and recognized him, he added: "I'm very busy now,my young friend. You'll have to excuse me."
"I won't detain you a moment," went on Tom, casually. "I have somethingof yours that I wish to return to you."
"Something of mine?" Mr. Berg was evidently puzzled. He approached theelectric car, in spite of the fact that Mr. Foger was calling him."Something of mine? What is it?"
"This!" exclaimed Tom suddenly, extending the compass watch charm,which he always carried with him of late.
"That! Where did you get that. I lost it--"
Mr. Berg paused in some confusion.
"I grabbed it off your watch chain the night you were hiding in ourshrubbery, and tripped me into the brook," answered the lad, lookingthe man squarely in the eye.
"Hiding? Tripped you? Grabbed that off my chain--" stammered Mr. Berg.He had taken the charm up in his fingers, but now he quickly dropped itback into Tom's hand. "I guess you're mistaken," he added quickly."That's not mine. I never had one--I--er--that's not mine--atleast--Oh, you'll have to excuse me, young man, I'm in a hurry, and Ihave an important engagement!" and with that Mr. Berg wheeled off, andjoined Mr. Foger, who stood on the sidewalk, waiting for him.
"I thought sure it was yours," said Tom, easily. "Perhaps Mr. Fogerwill keep it in one of the safety-deposit boxes of his bank, until theowner claims it," and he looked at the banker.
"What's that?" asked Andy's father.
"This watch charm which I grabbed off Mr. Berg's chain the night he wassneaking around our house, and crossed the electric wires," went on thelad.
"Don't listen to him. He doesn't know what he is saying!" exclaimed theformer submarine boat agent. "It's not my charm. He's crazy!"
"Oh, am I?" thought Tom, with a grim look on his face. "Well, we'll seeabout that, Mr. Berg," and, putting the charm back in his pocket, Tomswung his machine toward home, while the agent and the banker enteredthe new institution.
"So they're getting chummy," mused Tom. "Andy and Berg were friendswhen Andy shut me up in the submarine tank, and now Berg comes here todo business, and Foger and his associates are trying to put the oldbank out of business. I wonder if there's any connection there? I mustkeep my eyes open. Berg is an unscrupulous man, and so is Andy'sfather, to say nothing of the red-haired bully himself. He had nerve todeny that was his charm. Well, maybe I'll catch him some day."
Tom spent a busy week making new adjustments to his electric car,changing the gear and providing for heavier fuses. He was planning foranother trip on the road, as the time for the great race was drawingnear, and he wanted the mechanism to be in perfect shape.
One evening, as he was preparing for a short night trip to Mansburg,where he had promised to call for Miss Nestor, Tom left his machinestanding in the road in front of the house, while he went back to get arobe, as it threatened to be chilly.
As he came back to enter the car, he saw some one standing near it.
"Is that you, Ned?" he called. "Come, take a spin."
Hardly had he spoken than there sounded from the machine a whirr thattold of the current being turned on.
"Don't do that!" cried Tom, knowing at once that it could not be Ned,who never meddled with the machinery.
A blinding flash and a loud report followed, and Tom saw some one leapfrom his car, and try to run away. But the figure stumbled, and, amoment later the young inventor was upon him, grappling with him.
"Here! Let me go!" cried a voice, and Tom uttered an exclamation ofsurprise.
"Andy Foger!" he cried. "I've caught you! You tried to damage my car!"
"Yes, and I'm hurt, too!" whined Andy. "My father will sue you fordamages if I die."
"No danger of that; you're too mean," murmured Tom, as he maintained atight grip on the bully.
"You let me go!" demanded Andy, squirming to get away.
"Wait until I see what damage you've done," retorted the younginventor. "The worst, though, would be the blowing out of a fuse, for Ihad the gear disconnected. You wait a minute now. Maybe it's you who'llhave to pay damages."
"You let me go!" fairly screamed Andy, and he aimed a blow at Tom. Itcaught our hero on the chest and Tom's fighting blood was up in aninstant. He drew back his left hand, and delivered a blow that landedfairly on Andy's right eye. The bully staggered and went down in thedust.
"There!" cried Tom, righteously angry. "That will teach you not to tryto damage my car, and then hit me into the bargain! Now clear out,before I give you some more!"
Whining and blubbering Andy arose to his feet.
"You just wait. I'll get square with you for this," he threatened.
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br /> "You can accept part of that as pay for what you did in the tar andfeathering game," added Tom. Then, as Andy moved in front of one of theelectric side lamps on the car, Tom uttered a whistle of surprise. Forboth of Andy's eyes were bruised and swollen, though Tom had only hithim once.
"Look at me!" cried the bully, more squint-eyed than ever. "Look atme! You hit me in one eye, and that explosion hit me in the other! Myfather will sue you for this."
As he hurried off down the road Tom understood. Andy coming along, hadseen Tom's car standing there, and, thinking to do some mischief, hadclimbed in, and turned on the power. Perhaps he hoped it would run intothe roadside ditch and be smashed. But as the gear was out, turning onthe electric current had a different effect. As the bully pulled thehandle over too quickly, throwing almost the entire force of thebattery into the wires at once, the load was too heavy for them. Asafety fuse blew out, causing the flare and the explosion, and a pieceof the soft lead-like metal had hit the red-haired lad in the eye.Tom's fist had completed the work on the other optic, and for severaldays thereafter Andy Foger remained in seclusion. When he did go outthere were many embarrassing questions put to him, as to when he hadhad the fight. Andy didn't care to answer. As for Tom, it did not takelong to put a new fuse in his car, and he greatly enjoyed his ride withMiss Nestor that night.