PEP IN CLOVER
揔idnapped!?repeated Randy, in a hollow tone.
The furniture man nodded his head assentingly. He was big and fat and had evidently come in a hurry. He had been blunt, but confused in telling his story. Now he took a long breath to begin again.
Randy felt his heart sink. Everything had been going so well that the sudden news of an interruption to their buoyant progress chilled him through sheer contrast. He fancied all kinds of mishaps, and, seizing his visitor by the sleeve, pulled it in a worried way.
揟ell me all about it梣uick,?he demanded.
揟hought I had, but I guess you didn抰 get it straight. This Pep of yours was passing my place when I heard a woman shriek a bit ahead. She had left her child in a baby carriage while she went into a dry goods store. There came a whiff of wind down the street just as she came out. I don抰 wonder she hollered out, for that baby carriage was shooting across the street like a feather in a tornado.?
揃ut桺ep??urged Randy, breathlessly. 揥hat of him??
揌e saw it in a flash. The woman stood motionless and screaming. This Pep made a sprint. I never saw anything done so splendidly. In a flash he slid over the pavement梛ust seemed to fly over the street, making for that baby carriage. No wonder he hurried and no wonder the woman screamed, for exactly at that instant a great red touring car came tearing around the corner. It held the chauffeur and a fine looking old gentleman, who just rose up in his seat with a yell as he saw that baby carriage directly in the path of the machine.
揟here wasn抰 even time for the chauffeur to move the wheel. I actually shut my eyes, thinking the smash was bound to come. I don抰 know how the lad did it, but when I opened them, just cold with horror, there he was lying on the ground and the baby carriage spinning safe and sound across the street.?
揌ow badly was Pep hurt??inquired Randy, his face pale with suspense.
揑 heard someone in the crowd say his wrist was broken. It seems, at the risk of his own life, he had made that dash for the baby carriage and given it a push out of the way of the auto just as it was pouncing down upon it.?
揥here is Pep now??asked Randy.
揥hy, that is the queer part of it. The passenger in the machine jumped out and picked him up. He lifted him into the auto. He didn抰 seem to want to go with the man, but they speeded up and I supposed they were going to bring him here, or to the nearest doctor, or the hospital. A police officer came up right after the accident on a motorcycle. He made some inquiries, took some notes and went away again. Just now he came back and said that he could find no trace of machine or boy, and that he had learned that the auto had been driven out of town on the west road as fast as it could go. Don抰 you see梜idnapped!?
揑 don抰!?cried Randy almost frantically, 揥asn抰 it enough that they ran him down, without carrying him away nobody knows where? Oh, I must get straight on his track桰 must find Pep!?
揟he police didn抰,?suggested the furniture man.
揑 don抰 care for that桰 will!?
揗ebbe I抎 better give you my address,?said his visitor. 揟here抯 been several accidents here lately. It抯 mostly tourists passing through the town who are reckless about how they drive梤ich old fellows who don抰 value life or limb, and get out of the way fast as they can when they抳e done any damage. I suppose the man who owns the machine that hurt your friend had heard of how one or two before him had been arrested and fined and forced to pay heavy damages, and just thought he抎 grab up the lad and get him and himself out of the way before any investigation was made.?
揑t抯 shameful!?exclaimed Randy, wrought up now to the highest pitch of excitement and indignation. 揚oor Pep! He may be suffering tortures and all those inhuman wretches think about is getting clear of being found out. I抣l find him桰抣l run down his kidnappers and bring them to account, even if the police can抰.?
The excited Randy did not even wait for the furniture man, but ran down the boardwalk and then in the direction of the man抯 store fast as he could. There was not much to learn there outside of what he already knew. His next call was at the police station. He was incensed at the indifference of the officers. They had investigated the accident as far as required, they claimed. The injured boy had been taken out of their jurisdiction and that seemed to lead them to believe that it ended their responsibility.
Randy knew the direction the red automobile had taken. He proceeded to a livery garage where motorcycles were on rent, and made himself known. He was well up in running the machine and was soon speeding on the trail of his missing chum, as he supposed and hoped. The west road out of Seaside Park was the best in the section. It ran to Brenton and beyond that to the large cities. There was every reason to believe that the kidnappers, if such they were, would favor a smooth, easily traversed highway over inferior dirt and stone roads that ran parallel.
Randy stopped at the first little town he came to and made some inquiries, but they availed him nothing. Five miles further on, however, he got a clue. Here were crossroads and a 揜oadside Rest,?a general halting place for road-men. Several autos were in view, their occupants taking lunch in a pavilion near the hotel or walking about stretching their limbs.
A man who wore a banded cap and a close fitting coat flitted around here and there in an important way, and Randy decided he must be a sort of major domo about the place.
揑 would like to inquire about an automobile that passed or stopped here within the past hour,?spoke Randy, approaching this man.
揥here from? What number??inquired the latter.
揑 don抰 know,?explained Randy, 揵ut I will give you the best description I can from heresay. It was a big red car, and besides the chauffeur and passenger there was a boy about my age who had got his arm hurt棗?
揙h, I know now,?interrupted the man棑you mean Colonel Tyson抯 car. They stopped to get a wet towel soaked in ice water to wrap around the boy抯 wrist, I fancy, for he was holding one arm and seemed in pain.?
揧es, yes梩hat is my friend,?declared Randy hastily. 揥hich way did the machine go??
揟o Brenton, of course, where it belongs.?
揟hen you know its owner??
揈verybody knows him桾yson, the millionaire. Used to be a big bond man in New York City.?
揟hank you,?said Randy and was off on his travels again. 揑 hope Pep isn抰 hurt badly,?he mused. 揌e doesn抰 seem to be from what I hear; but why is this rich old fellow running away with him??
It was quite late in the evening when Randy reached Brenton. He felt easier, now that he seemed sure of locating his chum, or at least running down the people who had carried him away. Once at Brenton there was no difficulty in finding the Tyson home. It was a very fine mansion with big grounds about it, but Randy was not at all awed by that. He ran his machine up to the stone porch and ascending the steps rang the door bell. A servant answered the summons.
揑s Mr. Tyson at home??Randy inquired.
揌e is at home, yes,?replied the servant, studying critically the dust-covered caller. 揃usiness with him??
揑 have. You just tell him I am Randy Powell, from Seaside Park, and I came about the automobile accident.?
The servant left Randy standing in the vestibule until a portly, consequential-looking man appeared. He viewed Randy in a shrewd, supercilious way.
揥hat抯 your business??he challenged crisply.
揂re you Mr. Tyson??
揘ever mind that. What are you after??
揃ut I do mind it,?retorted Randy boldly. 揑f you are Mr. Tyson, it was your machine that ran down a friend of mine back at Seaside Park a couple of hours ago, and I want to know what you have done with him.?
Mr. Tyson looked a trifle flustered; then very much annoyed. He said:
揑抳e done nothing with him. He just came along. Say, I hope you haven抰 gone and stirred up a lot of notoriety and trouble for me along the line.?
揥hy should I梪nless you deserve it.?
揌a梙um!?muttered the millionaire. 揝ee here, come in. You look reasonable梞ore so than that young wildcat friend of yours unless he has his own way.?
Mr. Tyson led Randy into a magnificently furnished room, nodded him to a chair and sat down facing him.
揝ee here,?he spoke, 搚ou just tell me how much rumpus you have raised about this unfortunate affair.?
揑抳e raised no rumpus,?declared Randy. 揑抳e simply run down your automobile, which the police of Seaside Park didn抰 seem able or inclined to do.?
揑抦 glad of that,?said Mr. Tyson, apparently greatly relieved, 揳nd there will be no trouble at all in fixing up things satisfactorily all around. You would have heard from me before midnight, for this Pep梠ught to be called Pepper梛ust ordered that his friend at Seaside Park桰 suppose it抯 you??
揧es, it抯 me,?declared Randy.
揥ell, he wanted word sent to you.?
揑s he badly hurt??inquired Randy solicitously.
揘ot at all梑ut that isn抰 it. See here, lad, because I抦 supposed to have a lot of money I seem to be a mark for everybody. I have been unfortunate enough to have various accidents with my machine. A month ago I ran down a man. About all he did was to stub his toe, but he抯 sued me for twenty thousand dollars damages and has a doctor ready to swear he is crippled for life. Last week I ran over a valuable dog at Seaside Park and the magistrate fined me fifty dollars for speeding over the limit, and said if there was another complaint he would give me a jail sentence. Ugh! fine thing to be rich; isn抰 it??
Mr. Tyson really looked so disgusted that Randy could not refrain from smiling.
揟he newspapers got hold of it and pictured me as a regular ogre. Now it wasn抰 our fault at all when this friend of yours got hurt this evening. He had no business in the street梔on抰 you see??
揝ay, if he hadn抰 got there where would that child in the baby carriage be??demanded Randy indignantly.
揧es, that抯 true,?agreed the millionaire slowly, 揵ut even there they could not legally hold us. The baby carriage had no lights on it. Let all that go, though. This Pep was a brave fellow to risk his life for the child, and I抦 glad he did it. My lawyer, after the last case, though, told me what to do in future accidents, so I followed his advice. I captured your friend and I intend to keep him captured.?
揑 don抰 think you will,?began Randy, rising wrathfully to his feet. 揌e抯 a poor boy, but he抯 got some friends and棗?
揚ish! Don抰 get excited. Keep cool, lad, hear me through. We rushed your friend here, summoned the best surgeon in Brenton, and this Pep of yours is snug and comfortable as a dormouse梚n bed in the best room in the house. I抦 going to give him the best of care and pay him for any loss of time he may sustain. Isn抰 that fair??
揥hy桰 suppose so,?admitted Randy. 揙nly梬hat does Pep say??
揥ell, at first he was going to fight us, lame hand and all. Then the surgeon talked some sense into him, by telling him that if he would use a little care and not use his arm he would be well as ever inside of a week. If he didn抰, he may have all kinds of complications in the future. To be frank with you, all I care for is to turn the boy out sound and well, so he can抰 be coming along later on with another of those twenty thousand dollar damage suits.?
揅an I see him??inquired Randy.
揧ou surely can,?replied Mr. Tyson with alacrity, 揳nd I hope you will co鰌erate with us in urging him to stay here and follow the directions of the doctor.?
Mr. Tyson had not overstated the case when he told Randy that Pep was well cared for. As Randy entered a great luxuriously furnished room upstairs he saw his comrade propped up in bed, his arm in a sling and a table spread with dainties directly at hand.
揧ou tell him to stay here,?whispered Mr. Tyson in Randy抯 ear, and left the two boys to themselves.
Pep grinned as he welcomed Randy. He moved his injured arm to show that he was by no means helpless.
揑抦 booked here for a week, Randy,?were his first words棑but why not? There won抰 be much to do around the new show for some days to come, and if there was I wouldn抰 be any help with my crippled arm.?
Then Pep in a modest way went on to give details of the accident.
揧ou see,?were his concluding remarks, 揑抦 comfortable and well cared for here and, as the surgeon says, I might have trouble with my arm if I got careless with it. Mr. Tyson says he will pay me for any loss time, so don抰 worry about me. I抣l show up at Seaside Park before the week is over with a neat little lot of cash in my pocket, and fresh and strong to help get the new Wonderland in ship shape order.?
Thus Pep dismissed the incident of the hour, so Randy went 揾ome,?rather lonesome without his chum. Neither guessed for a moment that there was to grow out of the circumstance something destined to affect their whole business career.