Freddy and the Flying Saucer Plans by Walter R. Brooks Page A

moment in his ear, then gave him a pat and went back to his chair.
    The sergeant got up. “Well, I guess I’d better lock you up,” he said. “We’ll take those pistols, and—”
    Suddenly from around at the front of the building there came a series of appalling screams: “Help! Murder! Police!”
    The sergeant dashed for the door, hesitating only to warn Freddy not to attempt any funny business, then was gone; and Freddy climbed out of the window, just as Cy came cantering around from the front of the house. In three seconds the pig was in the saddle and Cy was on a dead run, taking back fences with a swoop, until they were away from the town and riding cross-country, through open fields.
    The sergeant, having found nothing to account for the screams at the front of the house, came back. Freddy was gone, and he ran to the window just as Cy sailed over the back fence. They were already too far away to shoot at, so he ran out and jumped into his car.
    And for a while he just sat there. For how can you pursue a horseman cross-country in a car? At last he went back in and sent out a description of Freddy to all the cars and state troop headquarters. They already had the description, but it gave him something to do. And of course he could add that when last seen, the pig was headed north.
    For half an hour Cy kept on at the same dead run. Then suddenly he stopped and stood panting. “Well, Jesse James, where do we go now?” he asked.
    â€œGosh!” said Freddy. “I’m darned if I know!”

CHAPTER
    7
    While Freddy was careering around the country with the false plans, Samuel was waiting impatiently in the First Animal Bank. “A fine kind of bank president that pig is,” he grumbled. “Promised to help me find my valuables, and then runs off and leaves an ant in charge of the job!”
    â€œLook, mole,” said Jinx, who was keeping an eye on things at the bank in Freddy’s absence, “why don’t you relax? If the ants find your stuff, they’ll report here and we’ll go get it. How about getting some refreshments? Let’s go up to the house and have a drink of milk.”
    â€œYou mean that white stuff you cats like? No thanks.”
    â€œWell, I’ll get Mr. Pomeroy to pull you a few angleworms then. You’d like that,” said Jinx with a shudder.
    â€œBut suppose the ants have some news for me while we’re away?”
    â€œI’ll get one of the dogs to come down and hold the fort,” Jinx replied.
    So they went up to the house and Jinx meowed until Mrs. Bean set out a saucer of milk for him. Then he got Mr. Pomeroy to fly down and pull up a few angleworms for his guest. Jinx followed the robin across the lawn as he searched for worms, and the latter, who as head of the A.B.I. knew everything that was going on, brought the cat up to the minute on Freddy’s activities.
    â€œI put every available operative out in the field as soon as Freddy alerted our office,” he said. “You know my lieutenant, Horace, the bumblebee. He’s in charge of a mixed crew of bumblebees and birds, following Freddy.” And he told of the pig’s arrest and subsequent escape. “He’s still got the false plans, and he’s somewhere north of Centerboro. What he’ll do next, of course I don’t know.
    â€œThe spies, who lost Uncle Ben somewhere west of Buffalo, are beginning to come back into Centerboro. But they’ve all heard about the plans being stolen, probably on the radio, and they’re not after Uncle Ben any more; they’re trying to figure out where Freddy is.” The robin shook his head doubtfully. “I don’t know. I don’t know how he expects to get those plans into the hands of any one foreign government. But anyway, Uncle Ben has come out here and he’s up in his shop now, hard at work.”
    Mr. Pomeroy had captured eight or ten fat angleworms, and he