Goodness me! exclaimed Mrs. Heard. Saleratus Joe is one of the fellows who my nephew thinks stole his automobile. I must tell him that we saw the fellow. Perhaps the car can be traced after all.
Through Saleratus Joe? said Neale ONeil. Well maybe.
CHAPTER V DOTS AWFUL ADVENTURE
Altogether that first run in their automobile was pronounced a jolly success by the Corner House girls. The return journey from Marchenell Grove was without incident.
If we had only become acquainted with Mrs. Heard the trip would have been more than worth while, declared Ruth, who was seldom as enthusiastic about a new acquaintance as she was about the aunt of the county surveyor. She is coming to see us soon.
Agnes was more interested in another thing, and she confided in Neale.
Do you really suppose, Neale, she asked, that the awful fellow who spoke to Ruth is one of those who stole Mr. Collingers auto?
Saleratus Joe? chuckled the boy.
Hasnt he any other name? It sounds like like the Wild West in the movies, or something like that.
They only call him that for fun, explained Neale ONeil. And whether he helped get away with the surveyors machine or not, Im sure I dont know.
But cant you guess? cried Agnes, in exasperation.
Whats the use of guessing? returned her boy chum. That wont get you anywhere. Youre a poor detective, Aggie.
Dont make fun, complained Agnes, who was very much excited about the automobile robbery. They had just got their car, and she had longed for it so deeply that she was beginning to be worried for fear something would happen to it.
Shut Tom Jonah into the garage at night, Neale suggested. I warrant no thieves will take it.
Mr. Howbridge, while he was about it, had had a cement block garage built on the rear of the Stower premises facing Willow Street, for the housing of the Corner House girls motor car.
Mr. Collingers auto was stolen right on the street, said Agnes, doubtfully.
Thats the worst of these flivvers, retorted Neale, with a grin. People are apt to come along and pick em up absent-mindedly and go off with them. Say! have you heard the latest?
What about? asked Agnes, dreamily.
About the flivver. Do you know what the chickens say when one of em goes by?
No, declared the girl.
Cheep! Cheep! Cheep! mimicked the boy.
Agnes giggled. Then she said: But Mr. Collingers wasnt one of those cheap cars. It was a runabout; but it cost him a lot of money.
But that freckled-faced young man, Neale do you suppose he could be the one Mrs. Heard said was seen driving the stolen car away from the court house?
Why, how should I know? demanded Neale. Im no seventh son of a seventh son.
I wish we had seen a constable out there in the grove and had had him arrested.
What for? On what charge? cried Neale, wonderingly.
Why, because he spoke to Ruth and me. Then he could be held while his record was looked up. Maybe Mr. Collinger could have recovered his car by that means.
Cricky! ejaculated the boy. Youve been reading the police court reports in the newspapers, I believe, Aggie.
Well! thats what they do, declared the girl, confidently.
Maybe so. But you couldnt have had the fellow arrested for speaking to you. You shouldnt have been around the dance floor if you wanted to escape that. But, perhaps that freckled rascal is one of the thieves, and maybe he can be traced. Mrs. Heard will tell her nephew and he will attend to it no fear!
But it would be just great, Neale, if we could do something toward recovering the car and getting the thieves arrested, said Agnes who, as Neale often said, if she went into a thing, went into it all over!
They had not much time just then, however, to give to the mystery of the county surveyors lost automobile. Final examinations were coming on and the closing of school would be the next week but one.
Even Dot was busy with school work, although she was not very far advanced in her studies; and during these last few days she was released from her classes in the afternoon earlier than the other Corner House girls.
Even Dot was busy with school work, although she was not very far advanced in her studies; and during these last few days she was released from her classes in the afternoon earlier than the other Corner House girls.
Sometimes she walked toward Meadow Street, which was across town from the Corner House and in a poorer section of Milton, with some of her little school friends before coming home; and so she almost always met Sammy Pinkney loafing along Willow Street on returning.
Sammy did not go to school this term. Scarlet fever had left this would-be pirate so weak and pale that the physician had advised nothing but out-of-doors for him until autumn.
Sammy, in some ways, was a changed boy since his serious illness. He was much thinner and less robust looking, of course; but the changes in him were not all of a physical nature. For one thing, he was not so rough with his near-neighbors, the Corner House girls. They had been very kind to him while he was ill, and his mother was always singing their praises. Besides, the other boys being in school, Sammy was lonely and was only too glad as a usual thing to have even Dot to talk to or play with.
Dot was a little afraid of Sammy, even now, because of his past well-won reputation. And, too, his reiterated desire to be a pirate cast a glamor over his character that impressed the smallest Corner House girl.
One day she met him on Willow Street, some distance from the old Corner House. He was idly watching a man across the street who was moving along the sidewalk in a very odd way indeed.
The Kenways had lived in a very poor part of Bloomingsburg before coming to Milton, and there had been saloons in the neighborhood; but Dot had been very small, and if she had seen such a thing as an intoxicated man she had forgotten it. Near the Corner House there were no saloons, although the city of Milton licensed many of those places. Dot had not before seen a man under the influence of liquor.
This unfortunate was not a poorly dressed man. Indeed, he was rather well appareled and normally might have been a very respectable citizen. But he was staggering from side to side of the walk, his head hanging and his stiff derby hat by some remarkable power sticking to his head, although it threatened to fall off at every jerk.
Why ee! gasped the smallest Corner House girl, what ever is the matter with that poor man, Sammy Pinkney, do you suppose?
Sammy, trying to wrap his limbs about a fire-plug in emulation of a boa-constrictor, jerked out:
Brick in his hat!
Oh! What? murmured the puzzled Dot, eyeing the poor man wonderingly and clasping the Alice-doll closer.
Sammy grinned. He was a tantalizing urchin and loved to mystify the innocent Dot.
Hes carrying a brick in his hat, he repeated, with daring.
Why why Doesnt he know it? demanded the little girl.
I guess nobodys told him yet, chuckled Sammy.
At that moment the intoxicated man just caught his hat from tumbling off by striking it with the palm of one hand and so settling it well down upon his ears again.
Oh, my! murmured the startled Dot. It came pretty near falling out, didnt it?
He, he! snickered Sammy.
Do you suppose he wants to carry that brick in his hat? asked Dot, seriously. I shouldnt think he would.
He dont know hes got it, said Sammy.
Why doesnt somebody tell him? demanded Dot. The poor man! Hell surely fall down.
Sammy still snickered. Somebody should have spanked Sammy, right then and there!
I dont care! exclaimed Dot, more and more disturbed, it doesnt seem nice not at all. I think you ought to tell him, Sammy.
Not me!
Well Dot looked all around. There was nobody else in sight just then. Willow Street was quite deserted.
If you wont, then I must, declared the little girl, shouldering the obligation pluckily and starting across the street.
Aw, Dot! Let him alone, muttered Sammy.
The young rascal was suddenly startled. He began to wonder what would happen to him if his mother learned that he had been trying to fool Dot Kenway in any such way as this.
Come back! he called after her.
Shant! declared Dot, who could be stubborn when she wanted to be.
Say! that man wont listen to you, insisted Sammy.
Dot kept right on. The man had halted, and was clinging to a tree box, his head hanging down. His face was very much flushed and his eyes were glassy.
But I spose, thought Dot, if I was carrying a brick in my hat it would make me sick, too.
Mister! she said to the man, stopping in the gutter and looking up at him.
Huh? Whats matter? asked the man. His head jerked up and he looked all around to see who had spoken to him.
Mister, said Dot, earnestly, I I hope youll scuse me, but theres a brick in your hat. Sammy Pinkney says so. And I think if you take it out youll feel ever so much better.
Sammy heard her. He actually grew pale, and, casting a startled glance around him, he ran. He ran all the way home, for he could not imagine what the man would say or do to Dot. Sammy was not a very brave boy.
The unfortunate man looked down at Dot, finally having discovered her whereabouts, with preternatural gravity.
Say little girl say that gain, will you? he said, slowly.
Dot quite innocently repeated it. The man carefully removed his hat and looked into it. Then he turned it over and shook it. Nothing, of course, fell to the ground.
Tisnt there. You fooled yourself. I thought so, muttered the man.
And then he leaned so far over that he dropped the hat in the gutter.
You must be dreadful sick, Dot said to him, her little heart touched by his appearance.
Yes thats it. Sick. Thats it, he mumbled.
This was a really awful adventure for little Dot Kenway.
Im going to get you a glass of water, she said. Your face is so red. You are sick, I can see.
He said nothing, but blinked at her. Perhaps he did not at first quite understand. Dot turned to cross the street toward the store on the corner. Then she turned back.
Will you please hold my Alice-doll while I go for the water? she asked the man. Do be very careful with her please.
Sure! said the man, good-naturedly.
Youll truly, truly be very careful of her?
Sure will, repeated the unfortunate.
So, after she had placed the doll carefully in his arms, the little girl tripped away on her errand of mercy. The man sat down on the curb and held it. It might have been a laughable situation only no thinking person could have laughed.