Tom Swift in the Caves of Ice | Page 9

his airship."
"Have you heard what he's going to do with it, Ned? Make flights for pleasure, or exhibit it?"
"No, I haven't heard. Look out, Tom, the ladder is slipping!"
As Ned spoke this warning, the window of the airship shed, through which they were looking, was suddenly raised. The ugly face of Andy Foger peered out. He caught sight of Tom and Ned.
"Get away from there, you spies!" he yelled. "Get away from there, Tom Swift! You're trying to steal some of my ideas! Get away or I'll make you. Sam, bring me my gun! Pete, go tell my father to come here! I'll show Ned Newton and Tom Swift they can't bother me!"
Andy was dancing about in a rage. His two cronies crowded behind him to the window just as the ladder on which Tom and Ned were standing slipped along the fence.
"Jump, Ned!" yelled Tom Swift, as he leaped away to escape being entangled in the rungs.
The young inventor came to the ground with a jar that shook him up considerably, while Ned, who had grasped the top board of the fence, remained hanging there by his hands, his feet dangling in the air.
"Whack his fingers, Andy!" yelled Pete Bailey. "Get a long stick and whack Ned's fingers! That will make him drop off!"
Tom Swift heard, and labored desperately to raise the ladder to enable Ned to get down, for his chum seemed to be afraid to drop.
CHAPTER III
ABE IS DECEIVED
Raising a ladder alone is rather an awkward job. Tom found this so when he tried to aid his friend Ned. But, being a muscular lad, the young inventor did finally succeed in getting the ladder up against the fence where the bank clerk could reach it.
Whack! Down upon the top board came a, stick wielded by Andy Foger from the rear window of his shop.
"Wow!" cried Ned. for the blow had been close to his fingers. "Hurry up with that ladder, Tom."
"There it is! But why don't you drop?"
"Too far. I can't reach the ladder now!"
"Yes, you can. Stretch a bit!"
"Whack!" Once more the stick descended on the fence, this time still closer to Ned's clinging hands.
"Hit him good, Andy!" cried Sam Snedecker, "Give me a shot at him!"
"I will not. I want to attend to him myself. You go tell my father, and he'll have Tom Swift arrested for trying to sneak in and get some of my airship ideas!"
By this time Ned's wiggling feet had found the topmost rung of the ladder. The next moment he was rapidly descending it, and, when on the ground, he and Tom carried it away, to prevent its use by the enemy.
"Whew!" exclaimed the young inventor. "I had no idea they would kick up such a row!"
"Me either. Did you hurt yourself when you jumped, as the ladder fell?"
"No. Did they hit your hands?"
"Came mighty near it. Well, I s'pose it serves us right, yet if I can't look over my own back fence it's a pity!"
"Of course we can, only I'd just as soon they hadn't seen us. However--hello! there's Andy looking over here, now."
The mean face of the bully now topped the fence. It was evident that he had crawled from the window of his shop.
"What are you trying to get into my place for, Tom Swift?" he demanded.
"I wasn't trying to get in, Andy Foger."
"Well, you were looking in."
"Only doing as you've done over at my shop, several times, Andy. I wanted to see what sort of an airship you were building."
"Trying to get some ideas for your own, I guess," sneered Andy.
Tom did not think it worth while to answer this taunt.
"I could have you arrested for this," went on Andy, who felt bolder now that he was reinforced by Sam and Pete on either side of him as he looked over the fence into Ned's yard.
"Arrested for what?" demanded the bank clerk.
"For trespassing on my father's premises," went on Andy.
"We weren't on your premises," declared Ned. "We were on our side of the fence all the while."
"Well, you were looking over in my yard."
"A cat may look at a king, you know, Andy," Tom reminded the bully.
"Yah! Think you're smart, don't you! Well, you can't steal any of my ideas for an airship. They're all patented, and I'll soon be making longer and higher flights than you ever dreamed of! I'll show you what a real airship is, Tom Swift! Monoplanes and biplanes are out of date. The only thing that's any good is a triplane. If mine works well--and I'm sure it will--I may build a quadruplane!"
"I wish you luck," spoke Tom, with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Well, you won't have any luck if you come around here any more," went on Pete Bailey. "We'll be on the watch for you fellows, now, and