"Move an' I'll bust yer!" he said grimly.

A buggy drove out of the yard. It raced through the gate and then
struck the highroad leading to Rayburn.

"Thar' goes Si arter ther constabule," said the farmer, licking his
thin lips as if with relish. "Hi Ketchum is a rare one arter
automobubblists. I reckon he'll be right smart tickled to death when
he hears I got a whole airship fer him ter 'rest."

"Bother the old grouch," muttered Tom, as he climbed back into the
Wondership, the bag of which was deflated just enough to keep her at
rest on the roof.

"He's evidently mighty serious in his intentions," said Jack, with a
troubled face. "What are we going to do?"

There was a sudden puff of wind and the big yellow balloon bag swayed
slightly.

Instantly the farmer's finger crooked on his trigger. He thought the
boys were going to give him the slip.

"No you don't," he shouted, "you don't fool Ezry Perkins that 'er
way!"

"We're not trying to fool you," said Jack disgustedly. "Why can't you
be sensible. You've our names and addresses on that paper I threw
down to you. If you like I'll make a cash settlement right here for
any damage we've done."