The Motor Girls Page 8

  CHAPTER VIII

  A VAIN SEARCH

  "Here's where the collision occurred!" exclaimed Cora a littlelater, when her car and Jack's, having been sent at a fast speeddown the road, came to a halt, and she directed her brother'sattention to the spot.

  "No, this isn't it," objected Walter. "It's farther on. It's rightnear an old stump, don't you remember?"

  "Oh, yes," answered Cora as she sent her car ahead again. "This iswhere we nearly ran into the wagon. I'm so excited I can't thinkstraight."

  "Well, be sure you steer straight!" cried Jack from the rear. "Idon't want to run into you. Better let Walter take the wheel."

  "Indeed, I'll do nothing of the sort!" cried Cora, laughing. "Withall due respect to you, Walter, of course," she added with a brightlook up into the face of her companion. "But don't you think I canmanage my machine pretty well?"

  "More than pretty and more than well," was her escort's reply. "Jackis a base defamer of your ability."

  "Oh, you had to say that, Walt!" cried Jack, the irrepressible."Push on. We want to get that money before some one walks off withit."

  They were soon at the spot, where many tracks in the road showedthat there the collision had taken place. Here was where Ed hadalighted to fix Cora's car. His small machine had on a set ofpeculiar tires, and the impressions and indentations of the rubbershoes, which were new, were plainly, visible in the road.

  Stopping their machines alongside the highway, the three youngpeople began a careful search of the dusty stretch. They went overevery inch of the ground, particularly in the vicinity of the placewhere Ed had stopped to fix the broken mud guard. But there was nosign of the pocketbook.

  "Maybe it was dropped farther back," suggested Jack.

  "Well, we'll try there," assented Cora, and for ten minutes theywalked up and down the road, some distance back from the place whereEd had alighted.

  "Now try farther on," was Walter's suggestion, and they did this.

  But all to no purpose. They were not rewarded by the welcome sightof a brown leather wallet, bulging with riches.

  "It's no use," said Jack.

  "Oh, let's try a little longer," begged Cora.

  "Well, if he dropped it before he got here, or after he left, wemight as well make the entire trip to New City, and then reverse andgo to Chelton," went on Jack. "And we can't look over every inch ofall the distance."

  "We can drive along slowly," was Cora's idea. "The wallet is solarge that it could easily be seen. It's too bad we haven't Sid andIda along to help hunt for it. And the Robinson girls, and Mary. Themore eyes, the better. I'll go on to New City, if you'll make asearch on the road from here to Chelton, Jack."

  "Oh, I don't know as it would do any good."

  "It won't do any harm," said Walter. "That is, if Cora isn't tootired."

  "Oh, I should love to go. I can't get enough of my new car. Willyou come, Walter?"

  "Of course."

  "Then, Jack, you go back to Chelton and keep a lookout on both sidesof the road."

  "Hard to do that with one pair of eyes," was her brother's reply."I wish I had some one to ride with me. But go ahead; I'll do thebest I can."

  "It would be a good plan," assented Cora, "to have a person withyou. If you could pick up some one--"

  "Or run across somebody," added Jack with a grin.

  "No, Jack, I'm serious. Don't joke. Even a stranger would do. Someman--"

  "Here comes a man now!" exclaimed Walter as an individual came insight around a bend in the road. The man was not very well dressed.

  "I don't like his looks," said Jack in a low voice. "He seems likea tramp."

  "I don't blame you for not liking his looks," interrupted Walter."That's Lem Gildy."

  "The man we saw talking to Sid when he ran his auto into theblacksmith shop?" asked Cora.

  Walter nodded.

  "Humph!" mused Jack. "I don't exactly fancy telling Lem Gildy abouta pocketbook containing twenty thousand dollars lying alongside theroad. He might not admit that he saw it if he happened to spy itwhile with me, and later on he might come back and pick it up."

  "Well, don't tell him what you're looking for," suggested Cora withready wit. "Just say it's--er--a--er--"

  "Say it's a lady's pocketbook," put in Walter, "and then he'll knowit's got everything in it but money. That's playing a safety with avengeance."

  "Oh, so that's your opinion of us, is it?" asked Cora quickly. "But,after all, Jack, I think it's the best plan to ask him to ride backwith you, and have him watch one side of the road. Of course, he'srather dirty--I mean his clothes--and it's not nice to sit alongsideof him, but--"

  "Oh, I don't mind clean dirt," interrupted Jack. "It's only gardensoil on Lem's clothes. He does odd jobs, you know."

  "Not very often," added Walter. "But go ahead, Jack. He's comingnearer. I don't believe you can do better than ask him to ride backto Chelton with you. Needn't be too specific about what's in thepocketbook. But two pairs of eyes are better than one, you know."

  "All right," assented Jack. "Here goes."

  Lem Gildy was shuffling along the road. He was a particularlyunprepossessing man, with a reddish growth of whiskers which henever seemed to take the trouble to shave off, and they stuck outlike so many bristles in a half-worn toothbrush.

  His teeth were yellow, and his habit of chewing tobacco was not tobe commended. In short, he was a "shiftless" character, and nicepersons had very little to do with him.

  "Hello, Lem!" called Jack pleasantly.

  "Hello," was the rather surly answer, and Lem shot a suspiciousglance at Jack. It was not often that the young and wealthy JackKimball condescended to speak to Lem Gildy, and Lem realized it.

  "Want a ride?" went on Jack, trying to make his voice sound natural.

  "Don't look as if you was goin' my way," replied Lem with a grin.Then he turned his gaze on Cora, and the beautiful girl could notrepress a shudder as she felt the bold glance of the man.

  "Oh, I'm going to turn around," declared Jack. "I'm going back toChelton. That's where you're headed for, I take it?"

  "Sure. That's where I'm goin', and I'm tired, too. I've had a longwalk this mornin', and--"

  "Are you working in the blacksmith shop?" asked Walter quietly.

  "No. What made you think that?" asked Lem quickly. "If youthink--"

  Then he stopped suddenly. An indignant look, that Lem had assumed,faded from his face. "No, I wasn't workin' there," he went on."I--er--I just stopped in to see about gettin' a piece of iron."

  "Well, do you want to ride back with me?" asked Jack, who wonderedat Walter's question.

  "That's what I do, if you're goin' my way."

  "Yes, I'll turn around in a minute. Go ahead, Cora and Walter. Getback as soon as you can."

  Jack cranked up his car, got in, and, running in a half circle,steered it to where Lem was standing.

  "I ain't much in the habit of ridin' in these here kind of wagons,"remarked Lem with a smirk. "I hope nothin' happens t' us."

  "I guess nothing will. But, Lem, I'm not going to give you a ridefor nothing," said Jack.

  The man drew back suspiciously. He had expected something likethis, his manner seemed to say.

  "I ain't got any money," he whined.

  "No, it's not money," went on Jack. "I only want you to help melook for something."

  "Look for Suthin'?"

  "Yes; along the road."

  "What's the matter? Lose part of your autymobil?"

  "No; it's a pocketbook--a wallet."

  "A wallet?" exclaimed Lem, with such suddenness that Jack started.

  "Yes," cried the lad. "You don't mean to say you found it?"

  Lem seemed agitated. He shuffled his feet in the dust.

  "Me find a pocketbook?" he said at length with a short laugh. "Well,I guess not. I ain't in the habit of findin' such things as that.What kind was it, and what was in it?"

  "It was a long one of brown leather," replied Jack, desc
ribing Ed'spocketbook and ignoring the question of what was in it. "A friend ofmine dropped it along here, and we're helping him hunt for it. Mysister and Mr. Pennington are going to look in one direction, andyou and I'll look in the other."

  Jack tried to make his voice sound friendly, but it was difficultwork.

  "You'll look on one side of the road, and I'll keep watch on theother," he went on.

  "All right; I'm agreeable," said Lem with a leer. "I don't believewe'll find it, though--I ain't never very lucky."

  He got into the auto beside Jack, and the two started off slowly.Cora and Walter also started, and the search for the missing twentythousand dollars was continued.

  Jack and Lem did not talk much on the way back. Lem Gildy was notan accomplished conversationalist, and Jack was too anxious to findthe wallet to care for the distraction of talk. Several times hethought he saw the pocketbook, but each time it was a flat stone ora clod of dirt that misled him.

  They reached Chelton, and Lem asked to be set down in a secludedstreet.

  "Why?" asked Jack curiously.

  "Because if some of me chums saw me ridin' in a swell wagon likethis they'd never speak to me again," and Lem grinned and showed allhis yellow teeth. "I was afraid we wouldn't find that pocketbook,"he added.

  "Well, maybe Cora will," said Jack.

  "Yes," said Lem slowly, "maybe she will--or some one else will."

  His tone was so peculiar that Jack asked quickly:

  "What do you mean, Lem?"

  "Oh, nothin'," and the fellow assumed an injured air. "Only if apocketbook is lost, some one's bound to find it, ain't they?"

  "I suppose so," assented Jack, and as he drove his car through thestreets of Chelton, after the unsuccessful search, he found himselfvainly puzzling over Lem's strange manner.

  Then, as he was turning a corner, Jack caught sight of Ed.

  "Hey!" he called.

  Ed turned. There was a momentary look of hope on his face.

  "Did you--" he began.

  Jack sadly shook his head.