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Frank Greystock felt his position to be one of intense difficulty, but whether his difficulty was increased or diminished by the appearance of Mr. Andy Gowran's head over a rock at the entrance of the little cave in which they were sitting, it might be difficult to determine. But there was the head.
The ship quivered from stem to stern, and came to an abrupt stop. "We've hit something!" exclaimed the professor, shutting down the engines with a jerk of the lever. On board the Porpoise there was great excitement. Washington, with Andy, Tom, Bill and Jack came running from the engine room. "What is it?" cried Jack. "I don't know," answered the professor as calmly as he could.
Andy took a keen, interested look around. Near two stands holding silver starred boxes was a performer in costume, evidently the conjurer of the show. Beyond him, seated daintily on a large white horse, was a pretty woman of about thirty, waiting her call to the ring. A great-muscled fellow sat on a stool surrounded by enormous balls and dumb bells the "Strong Man" of the circus.
"Now, Andy," said Sam, returning to his stand under the beech-trees, "you see I wouldn't be 't all surprised if dat ar gen'lman's crittur should gib a fling, by and by, when he comes to be a gettin' up. You know, Andy, critturs will do such things;" and therewith Sam poked Andy in the side, in a highly suggestive manner. "High!" said Andy, with an air of instant appreciation.
"You might have changed the subject. Kittie didn't like it for a cent." "She didn't?" "No. I saw her looking at you and Alice in a queer way several times." "She did?" "She did. So did Katy!" mocked Dunk, and his voice was rather snappish. "Well, I didn't intend anything," said Andy. "Gee, but when I try to do the polite thing I get in Dutch, as the saying is.
Finally he decided to report Andy to the teacher, and, if possible, induce him to punish him. "The teacher knows that my father's a man of influence," he said to himself. "He will believe me before that ragamuffin. If he don't, I'll try to get him turned away." When, therefore, the bell rang for recess, and the rest of the scholars hurried to the playground, Godfrey lingered behind.
But with dark coming along, and home some miles away, it's plain that we'll have to let the mending of that wing go till morning." "But do you think, Frank, it's just safe to leave our pet hydroplane over night in this field on the Quackenboss farm?" "Why not, Andy? Sky as clear as a bell; little or no wind promised; and then we can hire the farm hand, Felix Boggs, to keep an eye on it.
Andy P. Symes, solemn and as stiffly erect as a ramrod, trying to manage her first train, and Van Lennop's lips curved upward ever so slightly, but his voice had the proper gravity when he replied: "Scarcely." She shot a quick look at him. "You don't like it," she asserted. Van Lennop smiled slightly at her keenness. "To be candid, I don't.
"Only don't let it drop on my head," said Andy, with a laugh. They walked along the shore in silence. After a time Chrif cried out with joy, "Here is a path leading into the woods. And I do believe I see the pillar!" "Hurrah!" cried Andy, "let's push on!" And now the three stood at the foot of the pillar and looked up to the top. By the faint light of the moon they saw the pot of gold.
In that case the person who cleaned the well ought to have found the ring." "Sounds almost like a fairy tale," went on Sam. "I don't know whether to believe it or, not." "It's the truth!" cried Andy Royce. "We'll believe it when we see the ring," returned Tom, grimly. "I guess the best thing you can do, Royce, is to come with us." "Please don't have me arrested! I've told you the truth, sure!"
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