The Flying Machine Boys on Secret Service. Frank Walton

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СКАЧАТЬ but the impudent and uncalled-for examination of the aeroplanes. In spite of a warning hand from Ben he blurted out:

      “What do you care where we came from?”

      The two intruders eyed the boy sharply for a moment, as if trying to look him out of countenance, and then one of them said:

      “None of your lip, now, youngster!”

      “Well!” exclaimed Jimmie. “You’ve got your nerve with you!”

      The man who had spoken before seemed about to make an angry reply, but his companion drew him away, and again they talked together in whispers.

      “What are you fellows doing here, anyhow?” Jimmie demanded. “If you think you’re going to work the third degree on us, you’ve got another think coming! You’re too fresh, anyway!”

      Presently the men turned back to the boys again, and the light of the fire on their bearded faces showed that they were about to adopt a new course of conduct. The fellow who spoke smiled as he did so.

      “I can’t blame you for resenting our supposedly unwarranted interference,” he said. “We should have informed you at first that we are in the employ of the Canadian government as mounted policemen.”

      “Where’s your horses?” demanded Jimmie.

      “At the other end of the valley.”

      “Where’s your uniforms?”

      “We rarely wear uniforms in rough mountain work.”

      The fellow answered the two questions with apparent frankness, but there was a set expression on his face which showed that he was restraining a naturally vicious temper by great effort.

      Ben now stepped forward and extended a hand in greeting.

      “We’re glad to see you, I’m sure!” he said. “Still, I hardly think you will blame us for resenting apparently impertinent questions.”

      “That’s all right, boy!” replied the other, trying his best to bring a conciliatory expression to his sullen face. “It’s part of our duty, you understand, to visit camps in the mountains and make inquiries as to the intentions of strangers.”

      “We understand that, of course,” Ben answered. “We are willing to answer any questions you care to ask, now that we know who you are.”

      “I hope you’ll answer my first question in a manner entirely satisfactory to myself!” laughed the other.

      “I shall try,” answered Ben, “what is it?”

      “Have you any coffee left?”

      “You bet we have!” replied the boy. “And if you’ll sit down here by the fire, we’ll make you a quart inside of ten minutes.”

      Jimmie turned away to the provision box of the Louise to bring out fresh coffee with apparent willingness, but both his companions saw an angry expression on his face.

      Carl followed him back to the aeroplane and whispered as they bent over the coffee sack together:

      “You don’t like ’em, eh?”

      “They’re snakes!” was the reply.

      “But they belong to the mounted police!”

      “I don’t believe it!”

      “Anyway,” warned Carl, “you’ve got to keep a civil tongue in your head and not let them know that you think they’re lying.”

      “You don’t believe that mounted police story yourself!” declared Jimmie. “They don’t look like mounted policemen, either!”

      “I hardly know what to believe,” Carl replied, “but I’ve got sense enough not to let them know that I’m still guessing.”

      Jimmie returned to the fire with the coffee and sat down on the grass not far from the visitors. While Ben prepared supper one of the men walked out to the carcass of the grizzly and began removing the hide.

      Carl rushed up to his side and stood looking down at the clumsy manner in which the fellow was operating.

      “Say,” the boy proposed in a moment, “why can’t we all have bear steak for supper? We boys had supper not long ago, but I think I could eat a bear steak right now!”

      The man looked up with a puzzled expression.

      “Bear steak for supper?” he repeated. “You don’t eat bear meat, do you?”

      “Would a duck take to the water?” asked Carl. “Of course we eat bear meat! Sometimes it’s a little tough, unless you know exactly how to cook it, but I can broil a bear steak so it’ll melt in your mouth!”

      “Then do so by all means!” the visitor answered.

      Carl removed several tender steaks, took them back to the fire and then called Jimmie to one side.

      “You’re all right, kiddo,” he said, as the two seated themselves in the shadows some distance from the blaze.

      “Have you just found that out?” demanded Jimmie.

      “I mean about those imitation mounted policemen,” Carl went on. “They’re no more mounted policemen than I am!”

      “Then they’re a long ways from it!” Jimmie laughed. “But why this sudden conversion to my view of the case?”

      “They don’t know about eating bear meat!” was the scornful reply. “One of them just told me that he didn’t know that they ever ate bear steak!”

      “That does settle it!” cried Jimmie.

      “Of course, it settles it!” agreed Carl. “And now the question,” he continued, “is this: What are they doing here, and why are they posing as mounted policemen? You don’t suppose they’ve got word from New York, do you?”

      “Word from New York about what?”

      “About our being out looking for the post-office inspector the mail-order brigands abducted not long ago.”

      “Of course not!” was the reply. “These fellows are just plain mountain bums! They came here principally to get supper!”

      “Or to steal the machines!” suggested Carl.

      “We’ll see that they don’t steal the machines!” Jimmie declared.

      “Well, I wish Mr. Havens would come,” Carl put in, with rather a longing expression in his voice. “We don’t know anything about the case we’re handling, and we don’t know whether we’re going to remain in this camp an hour or a month. For all we know the men we are trying to find may be in Mexico before this!”

      “If they’re in Mexico,” Jimmie suggested, “the United States government can go chase itself for all of me. If you don’t remember what a beautiful time we had in Mexico, I do, and I don’t want any more of it!”

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