"Oh, Bedford," he remarked."Don't know that I ever heard of the place.""Or Mr.Keith, either?" asked Tom, a bit sharply."No, certainly not.Why should I?" he asked, boldly.
"I didn't know," Tom replied."I'm sorry to postpone our trip, but it's necessary," he added."I'll be back as soon as I can.Everything is inreadiness, so there will be no delay."
Tom made a hurried meal, and then, giving Ned a hint of what was in the wind, but cautioning him to say nothing about it, Tom had the small Air Scout brought out, and in that he flew over to Mary's home.
He found her waiting for him, and, after being duly cautioned by her mother to "be careful," though whether that was of any value or not is possibly debatable, the small, speedy craft again took the air.
"You haven't heard anything from your uncle since last night, have you?" asked Tom, as they flew along.
"Yes," answered Mary, "mother had a letter.He is worse, if anything, and the doctor says the only thing that will save him is the knowledge that the oil-well matter has turned out right and that my uncle will get his share of the wealth.""That's too bad!" sympathized Tom."I hope we can make it turn out that way.If the two Dixwell Hardley chaps are the same it may be that I can do something for your uncle.If not--we'll have to wait and see."It was not difficult for Tom and Mary to talk while in the aeroplane, as it was almost noiseless.In due time, Bedford was reached without mishap, and Tom and Mary were soon at the home of her uncle.
An explanation to the housekeeper and an inspection on the part of the nurse, brought forth permission for Tom to see the patient.Though he had never known Mr.Keith he could see that the man's health was indeed fast waning.
Wasting little time in preliminaries, the object of the visit was told and Tom showed the passport photograph of Dixwell Hardley.
"Is that the man who cheated you on the oil-well deal?" asked the young inventor.
"I won't admit he has yet cheated me, but he is trying to!" exclaimed Mr.Keith, with something of a return of his former spirit."If I ever get off my back I'm going to fight him tooth and nail.But that's the same scoundrel! He got me to locate the wells, and when they panned out big-- bigger than either of us dreamed--he turned me out cold.He denied he had ever offered to share with me, and said I was only working for monthly wages! Why, sometimes I didn't get even that!""How did he get the best of you?" asked Tom.
"By ****** away with or hiding the papers by which I could prove our partnership and my right to half a share in all the wells," answered Mary's uncle."Yes, that's the same man all right.I'd know his face anywhere, and he ha& the same name.""He isn't going under a false name, that's sure," agreed Tom."He must be a bold chap.""He is--bold and unscrupulous! That's what makes him so successful in his own way!" declared Mr.Keith."And so you are working with him! Well, I'm sorry for you.""I'm not exactly working with him," replied Tom."As a matter of fact, I'm sorry I ever agreed to look for this wreck."He told the details of the pending treasure-trove expedition, and mentioned it as his belief that Mr.Damon had been mistaken in his estimate of Mr.Hardley.
"But, so far, Mr.Damon is quite taken with him," Tom went on."Now, Mr.Keith, if it isn't too much for you, I should like to hear all the particulars."Thereupon Mary's uncle told his story.It was a long one.After many hardships in life, which Mr.Keith related in some detail to Tom.the oil- well prospector at last fell in with Dixwell Hardley.Then followed the combination of interests.
"We are actually partners," declared Mr.Keith."I agreed to do the work, and he agreed to furnish the money.I must say this for him, that he kept to that end of the bargain.He supplied the money to locate and drill the wells, but I got very little of it personally.And I fulfilled my end of it.I discovered the wells.Then, when the break came, and I wanted to be rid of the man--for I caught him in some crooked transactions--he surprised me by telling me to get out.I asked for my share of the oil-well stock, and was told I was not entitled to any.
"I put up a fight, naturally, and took the matter to court.But when it came to trial Dixwell Hardley did not appear, and, though I won a technical victory over him, I never got any money.""Where was he during the trial?" asked Tom.
"At sea, I believe." "At sea?"
"Yes, he was mixed up in some South American revolution, I heard." "A South American revolution!" exclaimed Tom, and a great lightcame to him.
"Yes," went on Mary's uncle."He was always that kind--mixing up in anything he thought would produce money.He didn't make out very well in the revolution business, so I understood.The revolutionary party was beaten, or they lost their shipment of arms, or something like that.At any rate, Dixwell Hardley had a narrow escape with his life when a ship went down, and from then on I've been trying to get him to restore my rights to me.""Did he have the papers that would prove you were entitled to a half share in the oil wells?" asked Tom.
"He certainly did!" said the sick man, who was obviously being weakened by this long and exhausting talk."At first I was not sure of what happened, but now I am positive he stole the papers and took them to sea with him.What happened to them after that I don't know.But if I had Dixwell Hardley here--now--I--I'd--"Mr.Keith fell back in a faint on the bed, and, in great alarm, Tom summoned the nurse.
