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I. Oh the Way Back From the Game 7

II. Frank's Way 18

Chapter I. On The Way Back Feom The Game

‘^But the Bird boys won the prize of a silver cup!’’

^‘What if they did? It was by a hair’s breadth, Mr. Smarty!”

^^And their monoplane was proven to be faster than the big biplane you built, Puss Carberry !”

^ ^ Oh ! was it ? Don’t you be too sure of that, Larry!”

^‘Didn’t it land on the summit of Old Thunder Top ahead of you and Sandy, in the race that afternoon? Tell me that!” and Larry Geohegan bristled up to the recognized bully of Bloomsbury, while a dozen fellows clustered around on the deck of the big power boat, listening eagerly to this war of words.

They were on their way home from a very

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exciting game of baseball that bad been played at Cranford, across the lake. And after ten innings of hot work the nine from Bloomsbury had won. But not until they had changed pitchers, upon tying the score in the ninth, after coming up from behind.

Puss and Larry both wore the uniform of the home players, and there were others on the boat who also belonged to the team. In fact, the staunch vessel had been placed at the disposal of the baseball club for this day, by Commodore Elliott, the rich owner.

Larry had never been one of the adherents whom Puss could call upon to back him up when he tried conclusions with a hostile faction; in fact, Larry had always been an admirer of Frank Bird, who was recognized as the most persistent rival the bully had ever encountered in his whole career since coming to Bloomsbury.

Puss allowed a contemptuous expression to take possession of his face, and even shrugged his broad shoulders, after a nasty fashion he had, that often angered the one he was arguing with more than words could have done.

‘‘Aw! rats!” he said, in a disagreeable, rasping voice. “Everybody knows that I’d won that same race only for trouble with my engine. Frank was lucky, just like he gen-

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erally is when he goes in for anything. Look at him today, being called in to pitch in the tenth! We had ’em badly rattled, and they were on the toboggan sure. Yet Frank, the great hero, gets credit for winning that game. Didn’t the Bloomsbury crowd cheer him to the echo, though, and want to ride him on their shoulders? Wow! it makes me sick, to see such toadyism!”

‘‘What’s all this big noise about, fellows? Didn’t I hear my name mentioned?” asked a tall lad with a frank face and clear brown eyes, as he pushed forward.

It was Prank Bird himself, who had been talking with his cousin Andy, and several other fellows, in the bow of the launch, and by accident heard the voices that were raised in dispute.

Percy Carberry, known among his comrades simply as “Puss,” did not flinch when he found himself face to face with the boy he detested so thoroughly. They had never as yet actually come to blows ; but Puss believed that his muscular powers were far superior to those of his more slender rival, and just now he was in a particularly bitter frame of mind.

“Oh! so you’re there, are you?” he sneered. “I was just telling your good friend

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Larry here that I considered you a greatly overrated substitute pitcher; and that luck had as much to do with our winning that game today as anything you did.”

Frank Bird laughed in his face.

‘^Sure,” he declared, cheerily. ‘‘1 was a mighty small factor in the victory, for I only played in one short inning. If I’d faced those hard hitters of Cranford nine times I reckon it’d be hard to tell what they’d have done to my poor inshoots and curves.”

‘‘But you held them in that inning, Franks you know you did!” cried Larry.

“Mere accident, my boy. Happened to be the weak end of their batting list!” observed Frank, as if determined to agree with his enemy, and thus spike his guns.

“Is that so?” demanded “Elephant” Small, who did not happen to be on the nine, because of his customary slow ways. “Perhaps you’ll be saying that dandy two-bagger you whanged out, that brought in the winning run, was also an accident?”

“Well, I must have just shut my eyes, and struck. I seem to remember hearing a sound like a shot, and then they all yelled to me to run; so I did, going on to second in time to see Peterkin gallop home,” and Frank looked as sober as a judge as he said this.

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The others saw the joke, however, and, led by Larry, burst out into a laugh that made Puss and his loyal backers scowl.

‘‘If that bingle was an accident, don’t we wish we had a few more players who could shut their eyes and meet Frazer’s terrible speed balls and curves in the same way!” one fellow exclaimed.

“So say we all of us!” another cried.

Puss realized that the majority on board the Siren were against him. But he was not given to taking water; even his enemies, and he had many in Bloomsbury, could hardly say that Puss was lacking in a certain kind of grit ; while stubbornness he possessed in abundance.

So he just shut his white teeth hard together, and looked scowlingly around the bunch of fellows. And many of them felt a little chill when those cold gray eyes rested upon them; for they knew of old what happened when Puss Carberry made up his mind to mark a boy for future attention.

Frank still stood there by the side of the boat, smiling. Perhaps his very apparent unconcern served to make the other still more angry. There had been bad blood between these two lads for a long time, and more than

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once it threatened an eruption, which somehow or other had up to now been stayed.

Although some weeks had passed since the much-talked-of race between the rival aeroplanes, piloted by these two boys, in which Frank took his little craft up to the lofty summit of Old Thunder Top ahead of Puss in his biplane, as narrated in the first volume of this series, entitled ‘‘The Bird Boys; or. The Young Sky Pilot’s First Air Voyage,” the latter had never ceased to feel ugly over his defeat.

As usual he had what he considered a good excuse for his arriving second; but few persons ever knew how Puss and his helper Sandy had tried to injure Frank’s airship when it was directly beneath them, by deliberately dropping a sand bag, taken along, singularly enough, as “ballast,” but with this very idea in view.

“Seems to me you’ve gotten the big head ever since you happened to drop on that rocky plateau on top of the mountain just three little seconds ahead of me, Frank Bird!” he said, with a steely glitter in his eyes that those who knew him best understood to mean coming trouble.

“Oh! I hope not, Puss,” replied the other, with a smile. “I give you my word my hat

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fits me just as comfortably as ever. It was a close race, and the one who got there first hadn’t much to crow about, for a fact. We happened to be lucky not to have any trouble with our new little Kinkaid engine, that was all.”

‘‘Huh!” grunted his cousin Andy, shaking his head, and scowling at Puss in turn. “But we had plenty of other sorts of trouble, all the same, sand bags full of it, in fact. They just rained down on us ; but then Prank knows how to check up his engine suddenly, and the storm passed by without any hurt 1”

Some of the fellows, who happened to know what this sly reference on the part of the hotheaded Andy meant, began to chuckle. Of course such a thing would only serve to make Puss more angry. He chose to believe that they were all only trying to bait him.

Frank in particular came in for his dark looks. And Larry, who had once run in the same company as Puss, so that he knew his whims better than many others, took occasion to give Frank Bird a sly nudge in the side, as he whispered:

“Look out for him. Prank; he’s getting near the danger point, sure!”

But Frank did not have to be warned. He had grown tired of warding off this ever

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threatening danger of a broil with Puss Carberry. Like his cousin Andy, the other had no father; and his wealthy mother had long since given up in despair the idea of controlling the headstrong lad. So that Puss had his way, whenever he wanted to do anything out of the ordinary.

Because Mrs. Carberry was one of his father’s patients, and Dr. Bird esteemed her very highly. Prank had postponed the reckoning just as long as he could endure the insults of the bully. But he believed the last ditch had been reached, and was determined to no longer raise a hand to avert the threatening storm.

Puss had turned when Andy spoke, to flash a look in his direction. But it had no effect upon the other, who could be as reckless at times as the next one. Indeed, Frank often had to curb the impatience and daring of his chum.

‘‘Oh! that’s what sticks in your craw, does it, Andy Bird?” demanded Puss. “Just because Sandy happened to drop that ballast, thinking we might make better time if we lightened ship, you choose to make all sorts of nasty insinuations about us wanting to knock you out! Shows where your mind is. Another fellow wouldn’t ever let such a fool

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notion get a grip on him. And you’d better put a reef in that tongue of yours, my boy, unless you want to have it get you into trouble.”

Andy flared up at once, and would have replied ; but Frank calmly stepped in between the two, as though he claimed first right.

‘‘Neither of us have charged you with intentionally trying to disable our aeroplane by dropping that sand bag. Puss,” he remarked quietly. “All we say is that it was a queer coincidence you wanted to get rid of your ballast just when we were walking up on you hand over fist, and about to pass under you, to take the lead. That’s all!”

Again there was a low laugh from among the boys who stood around listening. To them it was a rich treat to see the recognized bully of Bloomsbury baited to his very face in this characteristic way; and they were enjoying it hugely.

“Well, let me tell you it ain’t all, not by a jugful!” exclaimed Puss, his face taking on a purple hue, as it always did when he became enraged. “Both of you fellows have got to stop speaking about that sand bag dropping, or there’s going to be a licking in store for you. See?” and he thrust his face close to that of Frank as he said this.

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Larry Geohegan fairly held his breath.

‘‘Now it’s coming ; don’t I know the signs ?” he whispered to the boy next him.

Frank continued to stand there, close to the side of the speeding launch. They were about half way across the deep lake at the time. Evening was coming on, for the sun had just reached the distant rugged horizon in the west.

“Do you refer to me when you say that. Puss?” he asked, with that same queer little smile on his face — a look that mystified the other, who could not understand what it meant.

“Yes, both you and that loud-mouthed cousin of yours. Just because luck favored you, and you won that blooming race by a head, you think I can’t manage an aeroplane as well as you. Huh ! perhaps you don’t know that I’m going to take my machine with me when I go down to the cocoa plantation we own along the Amazon, and use it exploring where a white man has seldom been seen. You can just stay here and grow up with the country, while I’m doing great stunts. But as long as I stay here I’m going to stop this talk about trickery and low-down dodges. You’re responsible for most of it, Frank Bird. I warn you what’s coming to you.”

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'‘Perhaps,’' said Frank, pleasantly, "you would be kind enough to tell me also when this awful punishment is going to fall on my poor devoted neck?”

"Any time, hang you! Right now, if you say another word!” roared Puss, doubling up his fists, and making ready for one of his well known and feared buU rushes, that had brought him a speedy victory many a time.

"So? That’s comforting; and with all these good fellows around to see how you wipe up the deck with me. Suppose you begin the swabbing act. Puss!” and Frank pretended [to throw himself in a position of defense.

The other gave utterance to a hoarse cry of rage, and lowering his head after the manner of a bull, jmnped forward. But the agile Frank simply stepped aside ; and unable to check himself in time. Puss Carberry shot over the side of the power boat, disappearing in the clear waters of Sunrise Lake with a great splash.

"Oh!” shouted his crony, Sandy Hollingshead, standing there as if petrified; "and Puss can’t swim a single stroke, either!”

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Chapter II. Feank's Way

‘‘My goodness, w^hat a splash!’’

“Served him right, that’s what!”

“He’s gone under, fellows! Dove just like n big frog!”

‘ ‘ Stop the boat ! He ’ll drown ! ’ ’

Half a dozen were shouting in unison, as the boys crowded to the side over which the bully had pitched when Frank avoided his forward rush.

But Frank heard only that startled exclamation from Sandy Hollingshead :

“Puss can’t swim a single stroke, either!”

With Frank Bird to think was to act. The two things were almost synonymous in his mind. Forgotten was the fact that the imperiled lad had been endeavoring to strike him in the face at the time of his submersion in the waters of Sunrise Lake.

Not a single word did he utter, but throwing off his coat, he made a leap over the side of the boat, already slomng up as the power was cut off.

“Frank’s gone back after him!” cried one.

“And he’ll get him, too,” another hastened

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1^ to say; for they understood that when the leader of the team known as the “Bird boys’^ attempted anything he usually got there, as some of them said “with both feet.’’

Meanwhile Frank was swimming with all his might toward the spot in the foamy wake of the boat, where he knew the unfortunate Puss must be battling for his life.

It seems strange that occasionally a boy may be found who has never taken the trouble to learn how to swim. In the country this is a rare occurrence; which would make the neglect of such an athletic fellow as Puss seem more remarkable.

He was threshing about in the deep water like a cat that has fallen overboard ; and man-^ aging to keep partly afloat after a fashion;, though it would have been all over with him long ere the power boat could be turned around and arrive at the spot where he struggled, gasping for breath, and sucking in much water.

Frank was wise enough to understand that it is always desirable to approach a drowning person from the rear, so that a grip may be taken before the would-be rescuer’s presence is discovered. Once let those frenzied fingers clutch hold of him, and the chances of a double tragedy would be good.

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So Frank was keenly on the watch as he swam toward the splashing and gurgling that announced Puss Carberry’s fight for his life.

He could see him by now, and never would Frank be apt to forget the look of absolute terror he discovered upon the agonized face of the bully. Puss had detected the presence of some one near by, and was trying to shout, as well as stretch his appealing hands out, though not with much success.

He actually went under while Frank looked ; and the heart of the would-be rescuer almost stood still with a terrible fear that that was the end.

But he kept on, and in another moment a head once more bobbed up, with Puss threshing the water frantically. Once he had gone down. According to what most people said, he would possibly vanish twice more, and after that never rise again.

[ If anything was to be done, there was no .time for delay. Frank was within ten feet of the struggling figure when it came up. He immediately dove, and managed to rise to the [surface behind Puss. Then, just as the other Ws floundering beneath the surface of the tagitated water again, Frank caught hold of this sweater close to his neck, and held on with [might and main.

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He had a serious job of it, for the half - drowned lad made a desperate attempt to turn around, doubtless with the intention of throwing his arms around his rescuer. This was just what Frank was desirous of avoiding. He feimply wanted to keep the head of Puss above water until the boat could come and willing hands be stretched down to relieve him of his burden.

So he kept treading water and fighting Puss off as best he was able. It was no easy task, since he still had his baseball shoes on; and swimming in one’s clothes is always a difficult proposition. But Frank knew no such word as fail and continued to strive, keeping one eye on Puss and the other on the approaching power boat.

‘^Steady now. Puss!” he kept saying, again and again, trying to instill some sense in the head of the frantic boy, who still believed he must be going down again. ^‘Keep your breath in your lungs and you’ll fioat ! Don’t kick so ; I’m going to hold you up till the boys come. It’s all right. Puss; you’re safe!”

All the same Prank was mighty well pleased when the launch did swing close alongside and half a dozen hands reached out to clutch hold of them both.

^^Puss first, fellows!” he said, with a half

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laugh. ‘ ‘ I can crawl in myself, I guess. ’ ’ But they would not hear of it, so willing hands lifted him up as soon as the other dripping figure had been deposited in the bottom of the boat.

Frank made light of the adventure, after his usual style.

^^Oh, come, let up on that!’’ he remarked, when some of the fellows were patting him on the back and calling him a hero and all such things that were particularly disagreeable to Frank. ^‘It was just a cinch to me, you know. I’m half a water spaniel, anyway. Besides, if it hadn’t been for the way I riled him. Puss wouldn’t have fallen overboard. Drop it, please.”

By the time the boat reached the landing near the dock where the lake steamer touched. Puss seemed to have discharged his cargo of water, swallowed unintentionally.

He made his appearance, with several cronies clustered about him. Frank was not the one to hold a grudge. Besides, he had come out of the affair with flying colors and had nothing to regret. So he strode up to Puss at once, holding out his hand.

Every boy on board crowded around, eager to see how the bully would behave, for they knew his natural disposition and wondered

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whether any sort of miracle had been wrought in his disposition because of his recent submersion.

‘‘I hope you’re feeling all right now, Puss,” Prank said, pleasantly. ‘ ‘ I wanted to ask your pardon for treating you so roughly ; but knowing you couldn’t swim, I was afraid that if you closed with me we’d both go down.”

‘‘But you struck me once right in the face, you coward!” exclaimed the other, as he put his still trembling hand up to where a bruise of some sort could be seen.

“Yes, I admit it,” returned Frank, quickly; ^‘and that was what I wanted to apologize for. iYou grabbed me and it was the only way I could break your hold. I’ve been told by life savers that often they have to strike a man and knock him senseless to save themselves from being dragged down. You must understand that it was no time to be particular. I had to save myself in order to help you!”

The other stared hard at him. Evidently Puss had not yet entirely recovered after his close call. At any rate it was positive that he could not understand how he actually owed his very life to the speedy action of this boy whom he hated so bitterly.

They saw him shake his head, much as a dog might that is worrying a rat.

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Well, you only undid your own dirty work. You pushed me in and then you got cold feet. For fear that I’d drown and you’d be hung you jumped in to do your usual grandstand act of hero! Didn’t I hear these softies calling you that right now ? No, I don’t want to touch your hand. Keep your friendship for those who can appreciate it. There’s a long account between us that’s going to be settled some fine day.”

And with these ungrateful words Puss Carberry strode ofi the boat,* surrounded by his cronies, who were doubtless pleased with the course of things.

^^Well, did you ever hear of such base ingratitude in all your born days?” exclaimed Larry Geohegan, making a gesture of supreme disgust.

^‘And to think of the skunk saying Prank pushed him in!” echoed Elephant, ‘‘when he actually risked his life to save the cur. Ain’t I glad now I didn’t carry out my first impulse and jump after Puss, even before Prank went. Why, maybe he’d have even said I tried to drown him!”

The idea of that proverbial slow coach of an Elephant ever doing anything on the spur of the moment was really too much for the rest of the boys and a general roar went up.

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‘‘Don’t bother your heads about me, fellows,” remarked Frank, quietly, when the laughter had ceased again. “That was just about the kind of treatment I should have expected to get from Puss Carberry. Still, I’m not sorry I did it. Life would seem very tame without that schemer around to try and liven things up for me. But I hardly expected him to accuse me of pushing him in when all I did was to step aside and avoid a blow at his hands. Forget it, please.”

He walked off vdth his cousin Andy, who had been boiling over at the time the rescued Puss made his astonishing accusation.

“Wouldn’t that jar you some now?” remarked Andy, after his customary fashion.

“I suppose you’re referring to the way Puss turned on me after I went and got my baseball suit wet just to give him a helping hand ?” laughed Frank, good naturedly. “Oh, I don’t bear any malice. Perhaps he was still a little stunned by that knock I gave him. But I thought he was going to get his arms around my neck, you see, and then it would be all up with us both. It worked, too, for he was as limp as a dishrag from that time on. Remember it, Andy, in case you ever jump over after Puss.”

“Me after that snake? Why, hang it, I’d

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see him in Guinea before I’d ever lift a hand to save him! I tell you I’d — I’d ” stammered the indignant Andy.

^‘I don’t believe it of you,” declared his cousin, quickly. ‘‘You may think you’d stand by and see him drown, but that’s all gammon. I know you too well to believe you’re half as vindictive as you try to make out. But did you hear what he said about going down there to South America, visiting a plantation his mother partly owns and taking his biplane along with him ? ’ ’

Andy was all excitement now.

“Sure I did,” he said. “And ten to one he learned somehow that we thought of going down in that region for another purpose. It would be just like Puss and that sneak of a Sandy Hollingshead to try and beat us out. That fellow wouldn’t mind a trip to the other end of the world if he thought he could get your goat, Prank. He hates you like poison. Pity you didn’t feel a cramp just when you were swimming to him — not enough to endanger your own life, you see, but sort of make you stop short.”

“Shame on you, Andy,” remarked Frank. “I hope I’ll always carry myself so that I won’t be afraid to look at myself in a glass. But what do you know about that place —

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didn’t he call it a cocoa plantation or something of the kind?”

‘‘Yes,” replied the other moodily; “I was told that his mother owned two-thirds of some such place along the Amazon or somewhere down there. But let them go. It’s a tremendous big country and there isn’t the least danger that we’ll ever butt into them, if we should decide to take a run down.”

“Still,” observed the taller lad, thoughtfully, “you never can know. I’ve heard travelers say that sometimes the world seems to be very small; when you meet your next door neighbor on the top of some Swiss mountain. Puss may know nothing about your plans and this is perhaps only a coincidence, as they say. Since he has had such poor luck getting to the top of our mountains around here he wants to try his hand on those poor South American Andes.”

Andy’s father had been a professor in one of the colleges, who, having taken up aeronautics, had made many balloon voyages in quest of scientific information, so that his name had become quite famous. Then, about a year before, he had been lost when attempting to solve the air currents on the Panama Isthmus, where the government had thirty thousand laborers digging the big ditch.

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Nothing had ever been heard of the professor from the day he started from the Atlantic side of the isthmus, intending to cross the mountains and land on the Pacific beach. And it was becoming a positive mania in the mind of Andy, who lived with his guardian, Colonel Josiah Whympers, to some day go down there and foUow in the track of his lost father, in the hope of discovering his sad fate.

It was with this idea in mind that he had united his forces with Prank’s inventive genius and helped build the monoplane with which they had won the race to the top of the neighboring mountain, during Old Home [Week at Bloomsbury.

And every day he was thinking more and more of what strange things the future might have in store for him, if he ever started on that exploring venture.

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Chapter III. Something About The Bibd Boys

‘‘How about coming over tonight?’’ asked Frank, as the boys halted at the gate of Dr. Bird’s place, where Andy had gone to get his wheel, since he lived some little distance away.

“I’d like to first rate, Frank, because there are some things I want to talk over with you. But I promised Colonel Josiah to get at his books tonight and straighten them out. It’ll take me all evening, I reckon.”

“Oh, well,” remarked Frank, “see you in the morning anyway. This breeze will have worn itself out by then, perhaps, and if we feel like it we can take a little trip somewhere in the ‘Bug,’ as you like to call our dandy little aeroplane.”

“I hope so,” replied Andy, eagerly. “It’s been some days now since we were up, and I’m more than curious to find out if that new arrangement of yours is going to help us any in getting a quick start.”

“Does the colonel still persist in having old Shea sleep outside the shed?” asked the other, as Andy pushed in to get his wheel out from under a side porch, where he had thrust it before starting off to the baseball game.

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‘‘Sure,” came the reply. “When Colonel Josiah once starts on a thing it would take an earthquake to stop him. I tried to tell him that there was no danger of our monoplane being injured now that those two men who robbed the jewelry store were locked up at police headquarters, waiting for some formality to start them on the road to a ten-year sentence ; but he only shook his head and said Shea had nothing else to do and might as well be earning his salt.”

The incident to which Andy referred was related at length in the preceding volume of this series, “The Bird Boys; or. The Young Sky Pilots’ First Air Voyage,” and had created a ten days’ sensation in the quiet little lake town of Bloomsbury.