No, maam, he returned. But Agnes whispered in his ear:
I dont care how fast you run it, Neale. I love to go fast.
Youll be a speed fiend, Aggie, he declared. Thats what youll be.
Oh! I want to drive. I must learn.
Youll have to ask Mr. Howbridge about that, Neale told her.
Oh!
Yes, maam! He told me that I shouldnt allow anybody to run the car but a properly qualified person.
You dont mean it? gasped the eager girl.
Thats right! A person with a license.
I cant believe it, Neale ONeil! wailed Agnes. How am I ever going to learn, then?
Youll have to go to the garage as I did and take lessons.
Agnes pouted over this. Mrs. Heard, meanwhile, was saying to Ruth:
Yes, the stealing of my nephews auto was an outrage. Politics in this county are most disgraceful. If we women voted
But, Mrs. Heard! what have politics to do with your nephews auto being stolen? cried Ruth.
Oh! it wasnt any ordinary thief, or perhaps thieves, who took his car. He is sure of that. You see, there are some politicians who want the plans and maps of the new road surveys his office has been making.
What sort of maps are those? asked Tess, who was listening. Like those we have to outline in the geography?
They are not like those, chicken, laughed Ruth. They are outlines drawings. They show the road levels and grades. I guess you dont understand. Dont you remember those men who came the other day and looked through instruments on our sidewalk and measured with a long tape line, and all that?
Oh, yes, confessed Tess. I saw them.
Well, they were surveyors. And they were working for Mr. Collinger, I suppose, said Ruth.
Oh!
I saw them, too, proclaimed Dot. I thought they were photo photographers. I went out there and stood with my Alice-doll right in front of one of those things on the three sticks.
You did? cried Agnes, who heard this. What for, Dottums?
To get our picture tooken, said Dot, gravely. And then I asked the man when it would be done and if we could see a picture.
Ho, ho! laughed Neale ONeil. What did he say?
Why, confessed the smallest Corner House girl, indignantly, he said Id be grown up and so would Alice before that picture was enveloped
Developed! cried Tess.
No. Enveloped, said Dot, stoutly. You always get photograph proofs in an envelope.
Ruth and Mrs. Heard were laughing heartily. Agnes said, admiringly:
Youre a wonder, Dot! If there is a possible way of fumbling a thing, you do it.
The little girls were not likely to understand all that Mrs. Heard said about the disappearance of Mr. Collingers automobile no more than Dot understood about the surveyors transit. But they listened.
You understand, Miss Ruth, said the aunt of the county surveyor, that Phil Collinger is responsible for all those tracings and maps that are being made in this road survey.
If it gets out just what changes are to be made in grades and routes through the county before the commission renders its report, there is a chance for some of these pauper politicians, as Philly calls them, to make money.
I dont see how, said Agnes, putting her oar in. What good would the maps do even dishonest people?
Because with foreknowledge of the highway commissions determinations, men could go and get options upon property adjoining the highways that will be changed, and either sell to the county at a big profit or hold abutting properties for the natural rise in land values that will follow.
I understand what an option is, said Ruth. It is a small sum which a man pays down on a place, with the privilege of buying it at a stated price within a given length of time.
I understand what an option is, said Ruth. It is a small sum which a man pays down on a place, with the privilege of buying it at a stated price within a given length of time.
You talk just like a judge, Ruthie, giggled Agnes. For my part I dont understand it at all. But Im sorry Mr. Collinger lost his car.
And it was stolen so boldly, said Neale, shaking his head.
But why did they steal the car, Mrs. Heard? demanded Ruth, sticking to the main theme. What has that to do with the surveyors maps?
Why, said the lady, slowly, they must have seen Philly come out of the court house and throw a package into the car. He covered it with a robe. They knew or supposed they knew that he carried the maps around with him. He could not even trust the safe in his office. Its no better than a tin can and could be opened with a hammer and chisel.
Oh, my! exclaimed Agnes, interested again. So they stole the car to get the maps? Just like a moving picture play, isnt it?
Maybe it is, sighed the lady. But it is quite serious for Philly whether they got the maps or not.
Oh! Didnt they? cried Ruth.
That that he wont say, said Mrs. Heard, shaking her head. Im sure I dont know. Philly Collinger can be just as close-mouthed as an oyster and so I tell him.
But everybody thinks the maps were in that package he put in the car before he ran across the street to get a bite of lunch. And Im pretty sure that he isnt worried all that much over the stealing of his car. Though goodness knows when he can ever afford to buy another. The salary of surveyor in this county isnt a fortune.
So, there it is, said Mrs. Heard. The cars gone, and I guess the maps and data are gone with it. Somebody, of course, hired the two scamps that took it to do the trick
Oh, were there two? asked Neale, who had been running the car slowly again in order to listen.
Yes. They were seen; but nobody supposed they were stealing the car, of course.
What kind of men were they? How did they look? asked Agnes.
What do you want to know for, Miss Detective? chuckled Neale.
So as to be on the watch for them. If I see one of them about our car, I shall make a disturbance, announced the beauty, with decision.
I dont know much about them, admitted Mrs. Heard, laughing with the others over Agnes statement. But one was a young man with a fancy band on his straw hat and yellow freckles on his face. I believe he had a little mustache. But he might shave that, she added, reflectively.
And change the band on his hat, whispered Neale to Agnes, his eyes dancing.
Never mind about his hat-band, Neale ONeil! cried Agnes, standing up suddenly in a most disconcerting way. What is that ahead?
Neale promptly shut off the power and braked. Agnes was greatly excited, and she pointed to a place in the road not many yards in advance.
The way was narrow, with rocky fields on either side approached by rather steep banks. Indeed, the road lay through what might well be called a ravine. It was the worst piece of road, too (so the guidebook, said), of any stretch between Milton and Marchenell Grove.
As the car stopped, Neale saw what Agnes had seen. Right across the way directly in front of the automobile lay something long and iridescent. It was moving.
Oh! shrieked Agnes again. Its a snake a horrid, great, big snake!
Well, what under the sun did you make me stop for? demanded the boy. Id have gone right over it.
That would have been cruel, boy, declared Mrs. Heard, from behind.
Cruel? Huh! Its a rattler, returned Neale.
Oh, Neale! Its never! gasped Agnes, not meaning to be impolite.
A rattler, Neale? asked Ruth. Are you sure?
Whats a rattler? asked Dot, composedly. Is it what they make babys rattles out of?
Mercy, no! shivered Tess. Neale means its a rattlesnake.
Oh! I dont like them, declared Dot, immediately picking up the Alice-doll, of which she always first thought in time of peril.
What shall we do? demanded Ruth.
Cant he drive around it? asked Mrs. Heard, rather excitedly. I dont believe at all in hurting any dumb animal not even a snake or a spider.
How about breaking the whip on old Jonas? whispered Neale to Agnes.
But his girl friend was all of a shiver. Do get around it, Neale, she begged.
Cant. The roads too narrow, declared the boy, with promptness. And I am bound to run over the thing if it doesnt move out of the way. I cant help it.
Wait! cried Mrs. Heard. Get out and poke it with a stick.
Why, Mrs. Heard! exclaimed Ruth, do you realize that a rattlesnake is deadly poison? I wouldnt let Neale do such a thing.
Besides being a suffragist, declared Mrs. Heard, firmly, I am a professing and acting member of the S.P.C.A. I cannot look on and see a harmless beast it is not doing anything to us wantonly killed or injured.
Good-night! murmured Neale.
Just then the snake and it was a big fellow, all of six feet long seemed to awaken. Perhaps it had been chilled by the coolness of the night before; it was lethargic, at any rate.
It lifted its head, whirled into the very middle of the road, and faced the automobile defiantly. In a moment it had coiled and sprung its rattle. The whirring sound, once heard, is never to be mistaken for any other.
Oh, dear! what shall we do? gasped Agnes. If you try to run over it, it may get into the car or something, said Ruth.
The roadway was narrower here than it had been back where the brown pony had held the party up. This first trip in their automobile seemed to be fraught with much adventure for the Corner House girls and Neale ONeil.
CHAPTER IV SALERATUS JOE
Neale ONeil knew very well that he could not satisfy everybody least of all the rattlesnake.
Mrs. Heard did not want her S.P.C.A. sensibilities hurt; Agnes wanted him to drive on; Ruth wished him to dodge the coiled rattler. As for getting out and coaxing it to move on with a stick, Neale had no such intention.
He tried starting slowly to see if the serpent would be frightened and open the way for the passage of the car. But the rattler instantly coiled and sprang twice at the hood. The second time it sank its fangs into the left front tire.
Cricky! gasped Neale. They say you swell all up when one of those things injects poison into you; but I dont believe that tire will swell any more than it is.
Dont make fun! groaned Agnes. Suppose it should jump into the car?
If we only had a gun, began Neale.
Well, I hope you havent, young man, cried Mrs. Heard. Im deadly afraid of firearms.
Dont get out of the car, Neale, begged Agnes, clasping her hands.
Try to back away from it, suggested Ruth.
The smaller girls clung to each other (Dot determinedly to the Alice-doll, as well), and, although they did not say much, they were frightened. Tess whispered: