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The various pieces of apparatus were working well, though the engine had not yet been speeded up to its limit. Tom wanted it to "warm-up" first. "Everything all right?" asked Mr. Damon, as Tom rejoined them in the pilot house, which was just forward of the living room in the main cabin. "Yes, I can't imagine what made Rad act that way. But I'll set the automatic steering gear now, Mr.
Look out with those primers!" "I'se lookin' out, Massa Tom. Golly, I don't laik dis yeah job at all! I I guess I'd better be gittin' at dat whitewashin', Massa Tom. Dat back fence suah needs a coat mighty bad." "Never you mind about the whitewashing, Rad. You just stick around here for a while. I may need you to sit on the cannon to hold it down." "Sit on a cannon, Massa Tom! Say, looky heah now!
The news of his release had in some way preceded us, and as we drove up to the house, all the negroes came crowding out on the portico to welcome home "young Marse Rad." But the one person who whatever the circumstances had always been first to welcome him back, was missing; and the poor boy felt his home-coming a very barren festival.
When he heard that Tom was going West, after a time, with the electric locomotive, to try it out on the tracks of the H. & P. A., Rad was quite sure that if he did not go along, the test would not come out right. "O' course yo'll need me, Massa Tom," he said, confidently. "Couldn't git along widout me nohow. Yo' knows, sir, I allus has to go 'long wid yo' to fix things."
"Now I'll appoint Hammer Jones and Rad Randolph a committee to notify Mr. and Mrs. Dickson of their election and to escort them to the offices of the Never-Give-Up California Mining Company," and Mr. Conroyal smiled. Ham and Mr.
"You can't do everything, Rad," said Tom, soberly. "That is humanly impossible." "But dat Koku can't do nothin' right. Dat's inhumanly possible, Massa Tom." "Give him a chance, Rad. I have to take Koku with me this afternoon. You must give your attention to the house and to father." "Huh! Umm!" grunted Eradicate. Rad was jealous of anybody who waited on Tom besides himself.
"Which finger was the blue ring tattooed on?" he asked, and he waited anxiously for the answer. "Let me see, it were on de right no, it were on de little finger ob de left hand." "Are you sure, Rad?" "Suah, Mistah Swift. I took 'tic'lar notice, 'cause he carried a stick in dat same hand." "It must be my man Happy Harry!" exclaimed Tom half aloud. "Which way did he go, Rad, after he left you?"
"Hello, Rad, is that you?" he inquired, recognizing the voice of the colored owner of the mule Boomerang. "Yais, sa, dat's me. I got a lettah fo' yo'. I were passin' de post-office an' de clerk asted me to brung it to yo' 'case as how it's marked 'hurry, an' he said he hadn't seen yo' to-day." "That's right.
Tom stepped to the door and called for Eradicate. The colored man came from the direction of the garden, which he was still weeding. "Has Mr. Jackson been around, Rad?" asked the lad. "No, sah. I ain't seed him." "Have you been in here, looking at the Humming-Bird?" "No, Massa Tom. I nebber goes in dere, lessen as how yo' is dere. Dem's yo' orders." "That's so, Rad.
The colored man was pushing a lawn-mower slowly to and fro in the tall, rank grass that grew beside the thoroughfare, and at the sound of Tom's motor-cycle the negro looked up. There was such a woe-begone expression on his face that Tom at once stopped his machine and got off. "What's the matter, Rad?" Tom asked. "Mattah, Mistah Swift? Why, dere's a pow'ful lot de mattah, an' dat's de truff.
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