reference.
âI still think these grooves were made by the wheels of an airplane,â said Joe.
âBut how? The length of the pasture rules out the possibility that a plane could land here,â Frank objected.
The boys continued heading for the hill at the far end. Just short of the tree line they stopped and peered into the murky shadows of the woods. The hill began to slope sharply upward at this point.
âI donât see any caves around here,â Joe observed.
The boys were about to proceed closer when suddenly a man darted out from the woods. The boys recognized him immediately as the stranger who had previously challenged them near this spot. He was now unarmed.
âWhat are you doing here?â he bellowed. âGet off of this land! Itâs private property!â
âWe were forced down by a storm,â said Joe, pointing toward the helicopter just visible in the distance.
âThe storm is over!â the man retorted. âNow youâd better climb into that bird and get out of here!â
âBut we donât know if we can take off,â said Frank. âWe got bounced around pretty bad in the storm. The copter was damagedâhow much, we donât know. Our pilot is inspecting it now.â
âIf it wonât fly, youâll just have to leave it!â the man growled, his face purpling with anger. âI want you to get out of hereâand fast!â
Meanwhile, out of the corner of his eye, Joe glimpsed a flicker of movement in the woods. He turned his head cautiously in an effort to get a better view. What he saw caused him to grab his brotherâs arm as a signal not to argue further.
Concealed behind a tree was someone with a vicious-looking hunting bow. An arrow had already been fitted to the string, and was now aimed directly at the boys!
CHAPTER XIV
Amazing Camouflage
WITHOUT further protest, the Hardys turned and started walking back toward the helicopter.
âTake a quick look to your left, Frank,â whispered Joe. âSomeoneâs aiming an arrow at us!â
After taking a few more steps, Frank glanced over his shoulder. At that instant the man armed with the bow and arrow darted from behind one tree to another. The boy detectiveâs keen eye recognized his face immediately.
âBush Barney!â Frank said softly.
The brothers reached the helicopter just as the pilot was completing his inspection.
âThereâs some minor damage,â Mack reported, âbut not bad enough to prevent us from flying if we have to. You in a hurry?â
âYes,â said Frank, âwe must notify the police about two men who chased us!â
âI canât radio from here,â Mack told him. âBut as soon as weâre airborne, there wonât be any interference.â
âAfterward,â said Frank, âwe can come down again and land somewhere out of sight of the pasture and walk back here to meet the officers.â
âSuits me,â said Mack. âI donât like the sound of this motor yet and Iâd just as soon come down and work on it some more.â
In a few minutes the whirling rotor blades were carrying the young detectives skyward. Frank asked Mack to radio Bayport tower.
âOur transmitter doesnât have enough wattage to reach that far,â the pilot said. He extracted a sectional air chart from his kit and examined it. âThereâs an omni radio station with voice facilities much closer to us,â he announced. âIf we climb above these hills, we should be able to establish contact, and have them relay a message for you.â
Mack tuned the radio dials to a standard aviation communication frequency, then picked up the microphone and gave his identification number and approximate position. In seconds the speaker on his receiver crackled a response. Mack handed the microphone to Frank and told him to proceed with his message.
Frank requested that word be