The announcement of Mr. Damon came
as a great surprise to Tom and Mr. Sharp. They
had supposed that the reference to Shagmon was to a
person, and never dreamed that it was to a locality.
But Mr. Damon’s knowledge of geography stood
them in good stead.
“Well, what’s the first
thing to do?” asked Tom, after a pause.
“The first thing would be to
go to Shagmon, or close to it, I should say,”
remarked Mr. Sharp. “In what direction is
it, Mr. Damon?”
“Northwest from where we were.
It’s a county seat, and that will suit our plans
admirably, for we can call on the sheriff for help.”
“That is if we locate the gang,”
put in Tom. “I fancy it will be no easy
job, though. How are we going about it?”
“Let’s first get to Shagmon,”
suggested the balloonist. “We’ll select
some quiet spot for a landing, and then talk matters
over. We may stumble on the gang, just as you
did, Tom, on the men in the office.”
“No such good luck, I’m afraid.”
“Well, I think we’ll all
be better for a little sleep,” declared the
eccentric man. “Bless my eyelids but I’m
tired out.”
As there was no necessity for standing
watch, when the airship was so high up as to be almost
invisible, they all turned in, and were soon sleeping
soundly, though Tom had hard work at first to compose
himself, for he was excited at the prospect of capturing
the scoundrels, recovering the money for the bank,
and clearing his good name, as well as those of his
friends.
In the morning careful calculations
were made to enable the travelers to tell when they
had reached a point directly over the small city of
Shagmon, and, with the skill of the veteran balloonist
to aid them, this was accomplished. The airship
was headed in the proper direction, and, about ten
o’clock, having made out by using telescopes,
that there was plenty of uninhabited land about the
city, the craft was sent aloft again, out of a large
crowd that had caught sight of it. For it was
the intention of the travelers not to land until after
dark, as they wanted to keep their arrival quiet.
There were two reasons for this. One was that
the whole country was eager to arrest them, to claim
the reward offered by the bank, and they did not want
this to happen. The other reason was that they
wanted to go quietly into town, tell the sheriff their
story, and enlist his aid.
All that day the Red Cloud consorted
with the masses of fleecy vapor, several miles above
the earth, a position being maintained, as nearly
as could be judged by instruments, over a patch of
woodland where Mr. Sharp had decided to land, as there
were several large clearings in it. Back and
forth above the clouds, out of sight, the airship drifted
lazily to and fro; sometimes, when she got too far
off her course, being brought back to the right spot
by means of the propellers.
It was tedious waiting, but they felt
it was the only thing to do. Mr. Sharp and Tom
busied themselves making adjustments to several parts
of apparatus that needed it. Nothing could be
done toward repairing the hole in the aluminum container
until a shop or shed was reached, but the ship really
did not need these repairs to enable it to be used.
Mr. Damon was fretful, and “blessed” so
many things during the course of the day that there
seemed to be nothing left. Dinner and supper
took up some time, really good meals being served by
Tom, who was temporarily acting as cook. Then
they anxiously waited for darkness, when they could
descend.
“I hope the moon isn’t
too bright,” remarked Mr. Sharp, as he went
carefully over the motor once more, for he did not
want it to balk again. “If it shines too
much it will discover us.”
“But a little light would be
a fine thing, and show us a good place to land,”
argued Tom.
Fortune seemed to favor the adventurers.
There was a hazy light from the moon, which was covered
by swiftly moving dark clouds, now and then, a most
effective screen for the airship, as its great, moving
shape, viewed from the earth, resembled nothing so
much as one of the clouds.
They made a good landing in a little
forest glade, the craft, under the skillful guidance
of Mr. Sharp and Tom, coming down nicely.
“Now for a trip to town to notify
the sheriff,” said Mr. Sharp. “Tom,
I think you had better go alone. You can explain
matters, and Mr. Damon and I will remain here until
you come back. I should say what you had best
do, would be to get the sheriff to help you locate
the gang of bank robbers. They’re in this
vicinity and he ought to be able, with his deputies,
to find them.”
“I’ll ask him,” replied Tom, as
he set off.
It was rather a lonely walk into the
city, from the woods where the airship had landed,
but Tom did not mind it, and, reaching Shagmon, he
inquired his way to the home of the sheriff, for it
was long after office hours. He heard, as he
walked along the streets, many persons discussing
the appearance of the airship that morning, and he
was glad they had planned to land after dark, for
more than one citizen was regretting that he had not
had a chance to get the five thousand dollars reward
offered for the arrest of the passengers in the Red
Cloud.
Tom found the sheriff, Mr. Durkin
by name, a genial personage. At the mention of
the airship the official grew somewhat excited.
“Are you one of the fellows
that looted the bank?” he inquired, when Tom
told him how he and his friends had arrived at Shagmon.
The young inventor denied the impeachment,
and told his story. He ended up with a request
for the sheriff’s aid, at the same time asking
if the officer knew where such a gang as the Happy
Harry one might be in hiding.
“You’ve come just at the
right time, young man,” was the answer of Sheriff
Durkin, when he was assured of the honesty of Tom’s
statements. “I’ve been on the point,
for the last week, of raiding a camp of men, who have
settled at a disused summer resort about ten miles
from here. I think they’re running a gambling
game. But I haven’t been able to get any
evidence, and every time I sent out a posse some one
warns the men, and we can find nothing wrong.
I believe these men are the very ones you want.
If we could only get to them without their suspecting
it, I think I’d have them right.”
“We can do that, Sheriff.”
“How?”
“Go in our airship! You
come with us, and we’ll put you right over their
camp, where you can drop down on their heads.”
“Good land, I never rode in
an automobile even, let alone an airship!” went
on the officer. “I’d be scared out
of my wits, and so would my deputies.”
“Send the deputies on ahead,” suggested
Tom.
The sheriff hesitated. Then he slapped his thigh
with his big hand.
“By golly! I’ll go
you!” he declared. “I’ll try
capturing criminals in an airship for the first, time
in my life! Lead the way, young man!”
An hour later Sheriff Durkin was aboard
the Red Cloud, and plans were being talked of for
the capture of the bank robbers, or at least for raiding
the camp where the men were supposed to be.