Our hero's heart sank.He was not afraid, but he did not relish the indignity that was proposed.He resolved to fight to the last ounce of his strength against the masked lads.
"Can we get a kettle to heat the tar in?" asked some one.
"We'll find one," answered Sam Snedecker."Come on, let's do it.You'll look pretty, Tom Swift, when we're through with you," he exulted.
Tom did not answer, but there was fierce anger in his heart.The tar and feather proposal seemed to meet with general favor.
"Members of the Deep Forest Throng, we will hold a consultation," proposed the leader, in his assumed deep voice."Come over here, to one side.Brother Number Six, guard the prisoner well.""There ain't no need to," answered a lad who had been instructed to mount guard over Tom."He's tied so tight he can't move.I want to hear what you say.""Very well then," assented the leader,"But look to his bonds."The lad made a hasty examination of the ropes binding the young inventor to the tree, and Tom was glad that the examination was a hasty one.For he feared the guard might discover that one hand had been worked nearly free.The young inventor had done this while he leered at his captors.
Tom was not going to submit tamely to the nonsense, and from the moment he had been tied, he had been trying to get loose.He had nearly succeeded in freeing one hand when the crowd of masked boys moved off to one side, where they presently began to talk in excited whispers.
"I wonder how they came to catch me," thought the prisoner, as he worked feverishly to further loosen the ropes."This looks as if it was a put-up job, with the masks, and everything." Later he learned that the idea was the outcome of a proposal of one of the new arrivals in town.He had organized the "Deep Forest Throng," as a sort of secret society, and Andy and his cronies had been induced to join.It was Andy's proposal to capture Tom, though, and, having seen him depart for Mansburg on his motor- cycle, and knowing that he would return along a road that ran near the woods where the Throng met, suggested that they take Tom captive.The idea was enthusiastically received, and Andy and his cronies thought they saw a chance to be revenged.
Tom, while he picked at the ropes, listened to what the boys were saying.He heard frequent mention of tar and feathers, and began to believe, that unless he could get free, while they were off there consulting, he might be forced to submit to the humiliating ordeal.
He managed to get one hand comparatively free, so that he could moveit about, but then he struck several hard knots, and could make no further progress.The conference seemed on the point of breaking up.
"One of you go for a big kettle to boil the tar in," ordered the leader, "and the rest of you dig up some feathers.""I must get loose!" thought Tom desperately."If they try to tar and feather me it will be a risky business.I've got to get loose! They may burn me severely!"But, though he tried with all his strength, the ropes would not loosen another bit.He had one hand free, and that was all.The crowd was moving back toward him.
"My knife!" thought the captive quickly."If I can reach that in my pocket I can cut the ropes! Once I get loose I'll fight the whole crowd!"He managed to get his free hand into his pocket.His fingers touched something.It was not his knife, and, for a moment he felt a pang of disappointment.Then, as he realized what it was that he had grasped, a new idea came to him.
"This will be better than the knife!" he thought exultantly.The crowd of lads was now surrounding him, some distance from the fire, which burned in front of the captive.
"Sentence has been passed upon you," remarked the leader."Prepare to meet thy doom! Get the materials, brothers!""One moment!" called Tom, for he wanted the crowd all present to witness what he was about to do."I'll give you one chance to let me go peaceably.If you don't--""Well, what will you do?" demanded Andy sneeringly, as he pulled his mask further over his face."I guess you won't do anything, Tom Swift.""I'll give you one chance to let me go, and I'll agree to say nothing about this joke," went on Tom."If you don't I'll blow this place up!"For a moment there was a silence.
"Ha! Ha! Ho! Ho!" laughed Sam Snedecker."Listen to him! He'll blow the place up! I'd like to see you do it! You can't get loose in the first place, and you haven't anything to blow it up with in the second.I'd like to see you do it; hey, fellers?""Sure," came the answering chorus.
"Would you?" asked Tom quickly."Then watch.Stand back if you don't want to get hurt, and remember that I gave you a chance to let me go!"Tom made a rapid motion with the hand he had gotten loose.He threw something to ward the blazing fire, which was now burning well.Something white sailed through the air, and fell amid the hot embers.
There was a moment's pause, and then a blinding flash of blue fire lighted up the woods, and a dull rumble, as when gun-powder is lighted in the open followed.A great cloud of white smoke arose, as the vivid blue glare died away, and it seemed as if a great wind swept over the place.Several of the masked lads were knocked down by the explosion, and when the rumble died away, and deep blackness succeeded the intense blue light, there came cries of pain and terror.The fire had been scattered, and extinguished by the explosion which Tom, though still bound to the tree had caused to happen in the midst of the Deep Forest Throng.Then, as the smoke rolled away, Andy Foger cried:
"Come on, fellows! Something's happened.I guess a volcano blew up!"
