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diff --git a/26218-h/26218-h.htm b/26218-h/26218-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9708845 --- /dev/null +++ b/26218-h/26218-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,8555 @@ +<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN" +"http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd"> +<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> +<head> +<meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=iso-8859-1" /> +<title> +The Project Gutenberg eBook of Young Oarsmen of Lakeview, by Ralph Bonehill. +</title> + +<style type="text/css"> +/*<![CDATA[ XML blockout */ +<!-- + p {margin-top: 0.5em; text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 0.5em;} + body {margin-left: 11%; margin-right: 10%;} + a {text-decoration: none;} + .figleft {padding: .5em .5em 0 0; float: left;} + h3 {text-align:center; font-weight:normal; font-size: 1.2em} + hr.full {width: 100%; margin-top: 2em; margin-bottom: 2em; border:none; border-bottom:1px solid black; clear:both;} + .pncolor {color: silver;} + div.ce p {text-align: center; margin: auto 0;} + .figcenter {margin: 2em auto 2em auto; text-align: center;} + .figright {padding: .5em 0 0 .5em; float: right;} + div.la p {text-align: left; margin: auto 0;} + .caption {font-size:.8em} + table {margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; clear: both;} + .pagenum {display: inline; font-size: x-small; text-align: right; position: absolute; right: 2%; padding: 1px 3px; font-style: normal; font-variant:normal; font-weight:normal; text-decoration: none; background-color: inherit; border:1px solid #eee;} + hr.major {width: 65%; margin-top: 2em; margin-bottom: 2em; border:none; border-bottom:1px solid black; clear:both;} + hr.silver {width: 100%; margin-top: 2em; margin-bottom: 2em; border:none; border-bottom:1px solid silver;} + h2 {text-align:center; font-weight:normal; font-size: 1.4em} +// --> +/* XML end ]]>*/ +</style> + +</head> +<body> + + +<pre> + +Project Gutenberg's The Young Oarsmen of Lakeview, by Ralph Bonehill + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Young Oarsmen of Lakeview + +Author: Ralph Bonehill + +Release Date: August 8, 2008 [EBook #26218] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE YOUNG OARSMEN OF LAKEVIEW *** + + + + +Produced by Roger Frank and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<hr class='silver' /> + +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-cvr.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 292px; height: 451px;' /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class='silver' /> + +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-1.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 339px; height: 524px;' /><br /> +<p class='caption' style='margin: 0 auto; text-align:center;width: 339px;'> +THE TAR WAS READY FOR USE.<br /> +</p> +</div> + +<hr class='silver' /> + +<div class='ce'> +<p style=' font-size:1.4em; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:2em;'>THE YOUNG OARSMEN OF LAKEVIEW</p> +<p style=' font-size:0.8em; margin-bottom:1em;'>BY</p> +<p style=' font-size:1em; margin-bottom:3em;'>CAPT. RALPH BONEHILL.</p> +<p style=' font-style:italic;'>Author of</p> +<p style=' margin-bottom:3em; font-style:italic;'>“Rival Bicyclists,” “Leo, the Circus Boy,” Etc.</p> +</div> + +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-2.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 100px; height: 105px;' /><br /> +</div> + +<div class='ce'> +<p style=' margin-top:e3m;'>CHICAGO.</p> +<p style=' font-size:1.2em;'>M. A. DONOHUE & CO.</p> +<p style=' margin-bottom:2em;'>407-429 DEARBORN ST.</p> +</div> + +<hr class='silver' /> + +<div class='ce'> +<p style=' font-size:1.4em; margin-bottom:1em;'>Contents</p> +</div> + +<table border='0' width='550' cellpadding='2' cellspacing='0' summary='Contents' style='margin:1em auto;'> +<tr> + <td align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'><span style='font-size:small;'>CHAPTER</span></td> + <td></td> + <td align='right'><span style='font-size:small;'>PAGE</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>I.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>Jerry, Harry, and Blumpo. </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#I_JERRY_HARRY_AND_BLUMPO'>5</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>II.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>Mrs. Fleming’s Runaway Horse. </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#II_MRS_FLEMING_S_RUNAWAY_HORSE'>12</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>III.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>Jerry’s Bravery. </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#III_JERRY_S_BRAVERY'>18</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>IV.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>Saving The Sloop. </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#IV_SAVING_THE_SLOOP'>24</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>V.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>Harry Is Rescued. </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#V_HARRY_IS_RESCUED'>30</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>VI.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>The Single Shell Race. </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#VI_THE_SINGLE_SHELL_RACE'>37</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>VII.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>Who Won the Shell Race. </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#VII_WHO_WON_THE_SHELL_RACE'>42</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>VIII.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>A Prisoner of the Enemy. </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#VIII_A_PRISONER_OF_THE_ENEMY'>47</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>IX.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>Tar And Feathers. </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#IX_TAR_AND_FEATHERS'>54</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>X.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>What Towser Did. </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#X_WHAT_TOWSER_DID'>60</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XI.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>Off for Hermit Island. </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XI_OFF_FOR_HERMIT_ISLAND'>66</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XII.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>An Attack in the Dark. </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XII_AN_ATTACK_IN_THE_DARK'>72</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XIII.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>Jerry’s Shot. </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XIII_JERRY_S_SHOT'>77</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XIV.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>The Hermit of the Island. </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XIV_THE_HERMIT_OF_THE_ISLAND'>82</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XV.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>The Hermit’s Secret. </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XV_THE_HERMIT_S_SECRET'>88</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XVI.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>An Exciting Chase. </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XVI_AN_EXCITING_CHASE'>93</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XVII.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>Harry’s New Yacht. </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XVII_HARRY_S_NEW_YACHT'>98</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XVIII.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>The Robbery of the Rockpoint Hotel. </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XVIII_THE_ROBBERY_OF_THE_ROCKPOINT_HOTEL'>107</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XIX.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>The Red Valise. </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XIX_THE_RED_VALISE'>112</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XX.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>The Mishap to the Yacht. </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XX_THE_MISHAP_TO_THE_YACHT'>117</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XXI.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>Words and Blows. </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XXI_WORDS_AND_BLOWS'>124</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XXII.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>Another Boat Race. </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XXII_ANOTHER_BOAT_RACE'>131</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XXIII.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>Jerry Starts on a Journey. </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XXIII_JERRY_STARTS_ON_A_JOURNEY'>139</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XXIV.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>The Work of a Real Hero. </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XXIV_THE_WORK_OF_A_REAL_HERO'>145</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XXV.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>A Fruitless Search. </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XXV_A_FRUITLESS_SEARCH'>152</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XXVI.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>Alexander Slocum is Astonished. </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XXVI_ALEXANDER_SLOCUM_IS_ASTONISHED'>159</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XXVII.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>Jerry’s Clever Escape. </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XXVII_JERRY_S_CLEVER_ESCAPE'>164</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XXVIII.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>Something About a Tramp. </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XXVIII_SOMETHING_ABOUT_A_TRAMP'>170</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XXIX.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>Mr. Wakefield Smith Again. </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XXIX_MR_WAKEFIELD_SMITH_AGAIN'>177</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XXX.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>An Unlooked for Adventure. </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XXX_AN_UNLOOKED_FOR_ADVENTURE'>181</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XXXI.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>Nellie Ardell’s Troubles. </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XXXI_NELLIE_ARDELL_S_TROUBLES'>186</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XXXII.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>A Crazy Man’s Doings. </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XXXII_A_CRAZY_MAN_S_DOINGS'>192</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XXXIII.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>The Little Nobody. </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XXXIII_THE_LITTLE_NOBODY'>199</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XXXIV.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>Alexander Slocum Shows His Hand. </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XXXIV_ALEXANDER_SLOCUM_SHOWS_HIS_HAND'>207</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XXXV.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>A Strange Disappearance </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XXXV_A_STRANGE_DISAPPEARANCE'>214</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XXXVI.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>Jerry Hears an Astonishing Statement. </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XXXVI_JERRY_HEARS_AN_ASTONISHING_STATEMENT'>221</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XXXVII.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>A Joyous Meeting. </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XXXVII_A_JOYOUS_MEETING'>228</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XXXVIII.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>Alexander Slocum is Brought to Book. </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XXXVIII_ALEXANDER_SLOCUM_IS_BROUGHT_TO_BOOK'>236</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XXXIX.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>Harry to the Rescue. </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XXXIX_HARRY_TO_THE_RESCUE'>243</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XL.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>A Struggle in the Dark. </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XL_A_STRUGGLE_IN_THE_DARK'>251</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XLI.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>A Last Race—Good-Bye to the Rival Oarsmen. </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XLI_A_LAST_RACE_GOODBYE_TO_THE_RIVAL_OARSMEN'>261</a></td> +</tr> +</table> +<hr class='silver' /> + +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_5' name='page_5'></a>5</span></div> +<div class='ce'> +<p style=' font-size:1.4em; margin-top:2em;'>THE</p> +<p style=' font-size:1.4em;'>YOUNG OARSMEN OF LAKEVIEW.</p> +</div> + +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 0em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='I_JERRY_HARRY_AND_BLUMPO' id='I_JERRY_HARRY_AND_BLUMPO'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER I.</h2> +<h3>JERRY, HARRY, AND BLUMPO.</h3> +</div> + +<p>“I’ll race you.”</p> +<p>“Done! Are you ready?”</p> +<p>“I am.”</p> +<p>“Then off we go.”</p> +<p>Quicker than it can be related, four oars fell into +the water and four sturdy arms bent to the task +of sending two beautiful single-shell craft skimming +over the smooth surface of the lake.</p> +<p>It was a spirited scene, and attracted not a +little attention, for both of the contestants were +well known.</p> +<p>“Go it, Jerry! You can beat him if you try!”</p> +<p>“Don’t let him get ahead, Harry. Keep closer +to the shore!”</p> +<p>“How far is the race to be?”</p> +<p>“Up to the big pine tree and back.”</p> +<p>“That’s a full mile and more. I’ll bet on Jerry +Upton.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_6' name='page_6'></a>6</span></p> +<p>“And I’ll bet on Harry Parker. He has more +skill than Jerry.”</p> +<p>“But Jerry has the muscle.”</p> +<p>“There they go, side by side!”</p> +<p>And thus the talking and shouting went on +along the lake front. Most of the boys present +were members of the Lakeview Boat Club, but +there were others of the town there, too, as enthusiastic +as the rest.</p> +<p>It was a clear, warm day in June. The summer +holidays at the various institutes of learning in +the vicinity had just begun, so many of the lads +had nothing to do but to enjoy themselves.</p> +<p>There were not a few craft out besides the two +shells to which we have drawn attention. But +they drew out of the way to give the racers a free +field.</p> +<p>On and on went Jerry and Harry until the big +pine was reached. Then came the turn, and they +started on the home stretch side by side, neither +one foot ahead of the other.</p> +<p>“It’s going to be a tie race.”</p> +<p>“Pull, Harry! Let yourself out!”</p> +<p>“Show him what you can do, Jerry!”</p> +<p>Encouraged by the shouts of their friends, both +boys increase their speed. But the increase on +both sides was equal, and still the boats kept +bow and bow as they neared the boathouse.</p> +<p>“It’s going to be a tie, sure enough.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_7' name='page_7'></a>7</span></p> +<p>“Spurt a bit, Jerry!”</p> +<p>“Go it for all you’re worth, Harry!”</p> +<p>Again the two contestants put forth additional +muscle, each to out-distant his opponent, and +again the two row-boats leaped forward, still side +by side.</p> +<p>As old Jack Broxton, the keeper of the boathouse, +said afterward: “It would have taken +twelve judges, sitting twelve days, to have told +which had the advantage.”</p> +<p>The finishing point was now less than five hundred +feet distant, and in a few seconds more the +race would be over. The crowd began to stop +shouting, almost breathless with pent-up interest. +It was surely the prettiest race that had ever been +rowed on Otasco Lake.</p> +<p>Splash!</p> +<p>The splash was followed by a splutter, and then +a frantic cry for help. A portion of the high float +in front of the boathouse had unexpectedly given +way, and a short, stocky, reddish-black youth +had gone floundering over board.</p> +<p>“Blumpo Brown has gone under.”</p> +<p>“It serves him right for standing away out on +the edge of the float.”</p> +<p>“Help! Help!” cried the youth in the water. +“Hold on, Harry! Jerry, don’t run into me!”</p> +<p>Alarmed by the cries, the two racers turned +around, easing up on their oars as they did so. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_8' name='page_8'></a>8</span> +A single glance showed them that the unfortunate +one was directly in their path.</p> +<p>“We must stop!” cried Jerry Upton to his +friend.</p> +<p>“All right; call it off,” responded Harry +Parker. “It was a tie.”</p> +<p>As he finished, both shells drew up, one on either +side of Blumpo Brown. Each of the rowers +offered the struggling youth a helping hand.</p> +<p>Blumpo was soon clinging to Jerry’s shell. He +was dripping from head to foot, and not being at +all a handsomely-formed or good-looking youth, +he presented a most comical appearance.</p> +<p>“It’s too bad I spoiled the race,” mumbled +Blumpo. “But that’s just me—always putting +my foot into it.”</p> +<p>“I guess you put more than your foot into it +this time,” was Harry’s good-natured comment, +as he ran close up alongside.</p> +<p>“Where shall I land you, Blumpo?” questioned +Jerry Upton.</p> +<p>“Anywhere but near the boathouse,” returned +Blumpo, with a shiver that was not brought on +entirely by his involuntary bath. “If you land +me there the fellows won’t give me a chance to get +out of sight.”</p> +<p>“I’ll take you up the lake shore if you wish,” +said Jerry. “I intended to go up anyway in a +row-boat.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_9' name='page_9'></a>9</span></p> +<p>“All right, Jerry, do that and I’ll be much +obliged to you,” returned Blumpo Brown.</p> +<p>“You are going along, aren’t you, Harry?” continued +Jerry, turning to his late rival.</p> +<p>“Yes, I want to stop at Mrs. Fleming’s cottage,” +replied Harry Parker.</p> +<p>In a moment more Harry had turned his shell +over to old Jack Broxton and had leaped into a +row-boat.</p> +<p>“Ain’t you fellows going to try it over again?” +asked several on the shore, anxiously.</p> +<p>“Not now,” returned Jerry. Then he went on +to Harry, in a lower tone: “I didn’t expect to +make a public exhibition of our little trial at +speed, did you?”</p> +<p>“No; not at all. It was a tie, and let it remain +so.”</p> +<p>Jerry soon left his shell; and then four oars soon +took the row-boat far away from the vicinity of +the shore; and while the three boys are on their +way up the lake, let us learn a little more concerning +them, especially as they are to form the all-important +characters of this tale of midsummer +adventures.</p> +<p>Jerry Upton was the only son of a well-to-do farmer, +whose farm of one hundred acres lay just beyond +the outskirts of Lakeview, and close to the +lake shore. Jerry was a scholar at the Lakeview +Academy, and did but little on the farm, although +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_10' name='page_10'></a>10</span> +among the pupils he was often designated as Cornfield.</p> +<p>Harry Parker was the oldest boy in the Parker +family, which numbered two boys and four girls. +Harry’s father was a shoe manufacturer, whose +large factory was situated in Lakeview, and at +which nearly a fourth of the working population +of the town found employment.</p> +<p>It had been a singular incident which had +brought the two boys together and made them +firm friends. Both had been out skating on the +lake the winter before, when Harry had lost his +skate and gone down headlong directly in the +track of a large ice-boat, which was coming on +with the speed of a breeze that was almost a hurricane.</p> +<p>To the onlookers it seemed certain that Harry +must be struck and killed by the sharp prow of +the somewhat clumsy craft. But in that time of +extreme peril Jerry had whipped up like a flash on +his skates, caught Harry by the collar, and literally +flung himself and the boy, who was then almost +a stranger to him, out of harm’s way.</p> +<p>This gallant deed of courage had been warmly +applauded by those who saw it. It also came to +Mr. Parker’s ears, and from that time on the rich +shoe manufacturer took an interest in the farmer +boy. He persuaded Mr. Upton to allow Jerry to +attend the academy, and promised that the boy +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_11' name='page_11'></a>11</span> +should have a good position in the office of the +factory, should he wish it, when his school days +were over.</p> +<p>Harry was already a pupil at the academy, and +it was here that the two boys became warm +friends. It was nothing to Harry that Jerry was +a farmer’s boy and that he was sometimes called +Cornfield. He knew and appreciated Jerry for his +true worth.</p> +<p>And now what of Blumpo Brown, you ask? +There is little to tell at this point of our story +concerning that semi-colored individual. He was +alone in the world, and had lived in Lakeview +some ten years. Previous to that time his history +was a mystery. Where he had come from no one +knew, and if the truth was to be made known, no +one but Blumpo himself cared. He was a very +peculiar youth, often given to making the most +ridiculous remarks, and many persons around +Lakeview fancied he had considerable Indian +blood in him. He lived in half a dozen places, +according to the condition of his finances, and +picked up his precarious existence by working for +any one who would employ him. He might have +had a steady situation more than once, but it was +not in Blumpo’s composition to stick at one thing +for any great length of time. We will learn much +more concerning him as our story proceeds.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='II_MRS_FLEMING_S_RUNAWAY_HORSE' id='II_MRS_FLEMING_S_RUNAWAY_HORSE'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_12' name='page_12'></a>12</span> +<h2>CHAPTER II.</h2> +<h3>MRS. FLEMING’S RUNAWAY HORSE.</h3> +</div> + +<p>“Well, now that the midsummer holidays have +really commenced, what do you intend to do with +yourself, Jerry?” asked Harry, as they took it +easy for a bit after leaving the vicinity of the +town.</p> +<p>“I expect I’ll have to help on the farm—at least, +I think I ought to help,” was the reply. “You +know this is the busy season.”</p> +<p>Harry’s face fell a little at this reply. Evidently +something was on his mind, and this answer did +not harmonize with it.</p> +<p>“I’ll tell you what I would like mighty well,” +put in Blumpo. “I would like to leave town and +take to the woods.”</p> +<p>“Why, Blumpo, you must have been reading my +thoughts!” cried Harry. “I was thinking exactly +the same thing.”</p> +<p>“Take to the woods?” repeated Jerry. “What +do you mean? Clear out from home entirely?”</p> +<p>“No, no,” laughed Harry. “I mean to go off +for a while—say, two or three weeks or a month. +Sail up the lake and camp out, you know.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_13' name='page_13'></a>13</span> +“Oh!” Jerry’s face took on a pleased look. “I +would like that myself, especially if we could go +fishing and swimming whenever we wanted to.”</p> +<p>“I’ve had it in my mind for several days,” Harry +continued, slowly. “I was going to speak of +it yesterday, but I didn’t get the chance.”</p> +<p>“You mean you want me to go with you?” asked +Jerry.</p> +<p>“Yes. Don’t you think your folks would let +you?”</p> +<p>“They might. Who else would go along, do +you think?”</p> +<p>“I haven’t thought of any one else. We might +ask—” and Harry hesitated in thought.</p> +<p>“What’s the matter with asking me?” put in +Blumpo, with a serenity that took away the lack +of politeness in his remark. “I’m just as tired of +Lakeview as anybody.”</p> +<p>Harry burst out laughing. The idea of asking +Blumpo had never once entered his mind.</p> +<p>“It ain’t nothing to laugh at,” went on Blumpo, +half angrily.</p> +<p>“Excuse me, Blumpo,” said Harry, stopping +short. “I—that is—I wasn’t thinking of you +when I made the remark.”</p> +<p>“I’m not rich, nor eddicated, as you call it, and +all that, but I can hunt and fish, and so on, as +good as the next feller, can’t I?”</p> +<p>“You certainly can,” put in Jerry, who had for +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_14' name='page_14'></a>14</span> +a long time had a strange liking for the homeless +youth.</p> +<p>“And I am as willing as the next one to do my +full share of camp work—washing dishes and the +like,” went on Blumpo. “You ain’t cut out for +that,” he added, turning to the son of the rich +shoe manufacturer.</p> +<p>“Maybe not, but I reckon I can do my full share +of work,” laughed Harry. “I was not brought up +with kid gloves on, you know.”</p> +<p>“One thing is certain,” mused Jerry. “I +wouldn’t want to leave until I had rowed that +race with Si Peters from Rockpoint.”</p> +<p>The race to which Jerry referred was one to take +place on the following Saturday. Silas Peters was +considered the best single-shell oarsman on the +lower side of the lake, and he had challenged Jerry +as a representative from the Lakeview Academy.</p> +<p>“You’ll win that race, suah,” put in Blumpo. +“I’ll bet my hat on it.”</p> +<p>As Blumpo’s hat was of straw and full of holes, +this made both Jerry and his friend burst into a +fit of laughter.</p> +<p>“I don’t mean this hat. I mean my Sunday-go-to-meetin’ +one,” said the homeless youth, hastily.</p> +<p>“Blumpo, on your honor, did you ever own two +hats at once?” asked Harry gravely.</p> +<p>“Well, since you buckle me down, no,” was the +low reply. “What’s the use? Can’t wear but one +at a time.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_15' name='page_15'></a>15</span> +“That’s as true as you live,” returned Jerry.</p> +<p>The three boys talked over the subject of an +outing for some time. All thought it a glorious +idea, and Jerry said he would go if he possibly +could.</p> +<p>All this time Jerry and Harry were rowing up +the lake at a moderate rate of speed. Jerry loved +the water, and spent nearly all of his spare time +in the vicinity of the lake.</p> +<p>Presently Harry grew tired and Blumpo took +his place at the oars.</p> +<p>“Here comes the Cutwater!” cried Harry, a few +minutes later.</p> +<p>The Cutwater was a large sloop owned by one of +the gentlemen living in Lakeview. As she came +past, those in the row-boat noticed several young +ladies on board, who were sailing the boat under +directions of a young man named Clarence Conant.</p> +<p>Clarence had but little idea how a boat should +be managed, and as the sloop went by Harry’s +face grew troubled.</p> +<p>“Jerry, what do you think of that?”</p> +<p>Jerry stopped rowing for a moment to look at +the sloop.</p> +<p>“A good lot of sail up, especially if it should +blow up stronger,” he said.</p> +<p>“Just what I think.”</p> +<p>“That Clarence Conant don’t know nuffin’ +about sailing,” snorted Blumpo Brown. “The +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_16' name='page_16'></a>16</span> +ladies better beware how they go out with +him.”</p> +<p>“I agree with you, Blumpo,” said Jerry, gravely.</p> +<p>The sloop now disappeared from sight around a +turn in the lake at which several islands were +situated.</p> +<p>A few minutes later the row-boat drew up to a +small dock at the end of a well-kept garden.</p> +<p>This was Mrs. Fleming’s place, where Harry +intended to stop on an errand for his mother and +father.</p> +<p>He sprang on the dock and hurried toward the +house, saying he would not be gone more than +five minutes.</p> +<p>The two boys waited for him to return, and +during the interval Jerry caught sight of the Cutwater +up the lake and watched her progress with +interest. The wind was getting stronger and the +sloop carried more sail than was good for her. +Soon she again disappeared, and Jerry turned toward +the house, wondering what kept Harry so +long.</p> +<p>“Must have been invited to lunch,” was Blumpo’s +comment. “Pity he didn’t ask us in, too.”</p> +<p>“No, he wouldn’t stay and leave us here,” replied +Jerry, “Most likely—hullo!”</p> +<p>Jerry sprang up in the row-boat in amazement. +Down the garden path leading from the front of +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_17' name='page_17'></a>17</span> +the house to the dock came a beautiful black +horse on a gallop. On the animal’s back sat a +little girl not more than eight years of age. The +horse was running away with her, and she was +clingling tightly to his mane.</p> +<p>“Oh, John, stop him!” she screamed.</p> +<p>“Whoa, Banker, whoa!” shouted a man who +came running after the animal.</p> +<p>But the horse, a nervous creature, was frightened +over something and would not stop.</p> +<p>He clattered on the dock, and the next instant +went over into the lake with a loud splash, carrying +the little girl with him.</p> +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-3.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 53px; height: 53px;' /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='III_JERRY_S_BRAVERY' id='III_JERRY_S_BRAVERY'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_18' name='page_18'></a>18</span> +<h2>CHAPTER III.</h2> +<h3>JERRY’S BRAVERY.</h3> +</div> + +<p>Blumpo was so scared by the accident that he +uttered a short yell.</p> +<p>“Fo’ the lan’ sake,” he moaned, in a shaking +voice.</p> +<p>The horse disappeared from sight for a brief +space of time and then came up and began to +churn the water madly in an endeavor to save +himself from drowning.</p> +<p>The little girl was nowhere to be seen.</p> +<p>“She’ll be drowned,” thought Jerry, with rising +horror.</p> +<p>At that moment a lady rushed from the house, +followed by Harry. It was Mrs. Fleming.</p> +<p>“My child! my child!” she shrieked. “Save my +Cora!”</p> +<p>Jerry waited to hear no more. At that moment +the head of the little girl appeared directly by the +horse’s side, and he made a clever dive from the +row-boat and came up close to the child.</p> +<p>The girl was so bewildered that she simply beat +the water in a helpless fashion, and this frightened +the horse still more. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_19' name='page_19'></a>19</span> +Swimming up behind the little one, Jerry caught +her under the arms. It was a perilous thing to do, +for Jerry was in great danger of having his brains +dashed out by one of the horse’s hoofs.</p> +<p>“Good for you, Jerry!” shouted Harry.</p> +<p>“Look out for the hoss!” shouted the man. +“He’ll kick you if he can!”</p> +<p>As rapidly as he could, Jerry swam out of the +mad animal’s reach. It was difficult with the +struggling girl in his arms, but at last he accomplished +it, and willing hands helped him to the +dock.</p> +<p>“My Cora! my Cora! is she dead?” cried Mrs. +Fleming.</p> +<p>“No, she is more frightened than hurt,” returned +Jerry. “Let us take her to the house.”</p> +<p>But before he could go a step, Mrs. Fleming +clasped her girl in her arms and led the way.</p> +<p>Anxious to be of assistance, Jerry followed the +lady, while Harry, Blumpo, and the hired man +tried to rescue the horse, who was very valuable +despite his nervousness.</p> +<p>A noose was made at the end of a rope, and +this was thrown over the animal’s neck. Then +the horse got one foot through the noose, and in +this fashion they towed him to a spot where it +was easy for him to wade out without assistance.</p> +<p>The hired man was very much put out, for it +was his fault that the horse had run away. He +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_20' name='page_20'></a>20</span> +led the animal around to the barn and gave him +a good rubbing down.</p> +<p>Harry started for the house and met Jerry coming +out.</p> +<p>“How is Cora?”</p> +<p>“She’s all right. Come on,” and Jerry brushed +on toward the row-boat.</p> +<p>“Why, what’s your hurry, Jerry?”</p> +<p>The young oarsman blushed.</p> +<p>“Oh, I hate to stand around and receive +thanks,” he said. “Mrs. Fleming wants to make +a first-class hero of me and I——”</p> +<p>“And that’s just what you are,” cried Harry.</p> +<p>“Indeed he is,” added Blumpo.</p> +<p>“Nonsense!” Jerry brushed them to one side. +“Come on!” and he made a run for the row-boat, +and the others were compelled to follow.</p> +<p>“But your clothing is all wet,” insisted Harry, +when they were seated in the craft.</p> +<p>“So is Blumpo’s,” returned Jerry.</p> +<p>“I’se most dry, the sun is that warm,” remarked +the homeless youth.</p> +<p>“I don’t mind the wetting a bit,” said Jerry. +“Rowing will keep me warm and the sun will dry +me off quick enough.”</p> +<p>“You’re a regular water dog, anyway,” laughed +Harry. He could not help but admire Jerry’s +modesty in running away from Mrs. Fleming as +soon as it was ascertained that little Cora was all +right. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_21' name='page_21'></a>21</span> +On and on up the lake the boys went. Inside of +half an hour they came to a sheltered nook on one +of the numerous islands.</p> +<p>“I move we take a swim,” said Harry.</p> +<p>“Second de emotion,” said Blumpo, and before +Jerry could say a word the homeless youth was +running about as if in the savage wilds.</p> +<p>It did not take Jerry and Harry long to disrobe. +The plunge into the water was very pleasant, and +they remained in bathing until Jerry’s clothing, +spread out on the top of a number of bushes, was +thoroughly dry.</p> +<p>In the meanwhile Jerry and Harry raced to +another island and back. Jerry came out first, +with Harry four yards behind.</p> +<p>The swim over, they dressed, and, after picking +several handfuls of berries, which grew on the +island in profusion, they once more embarked in +the row-boat.</p> +<p>“Time to get back, boys,” said Jerry. “I +promised to be home before dark.”</p> +<p>“So did I,” said Harry, “and we have several +miles to go.”</p> +<p>“It don’t make no difference to me when I git +back,” remarked Blumpo, dolefully.</p> +<p>“Don’t worry, Blumpo. Think of the good time +we are going to have when we go camping,” said +Jerry.</p> +<p>“And I must ask father for a regular situation +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_22' name='page_22'></a>22</span> +for you when we come back from our outing,” +added Harry.</p> +<p>“Will you?” and the homeless boy’s face +brightened.</p> +<p>The wind had been increasing steadily, and now +it blew so strongly that the whitecaps were to be +seen in every direction.</p> +<p>“We’re going to have no easy time getting +back,” said Jerry, with an anxious look on his +manly face. “Maybe we may be caught in a hurricane.”</p> +<p>“It’s hot enough,” returned Harry. “Such oppressive +heat generally means something.”</p> +<p>A mile was covered, and then the wind began to +send the flying spray in every direction and filled +the row-boat’s bottom with water.</p> +<p>“Wet again!” laughed Jerry, grimly. “Never +mind.”</p> +<p>“Blumpo, you had better bail out the boat,” +said Harry. He was as wet as the rest, but did +not grumble.</p> +<p>While the homeless youth bailed out the water +with a dipper they had brought along, Jerry and +Harry pulled at the oars with all their remaining +strength. Another mile was passed. But now it +was blowing a regular hurricane and no mistake.</p> +<p>“We’ll go to the bottom, suah!” groaned +Blumpo dismally.</p> +<p>“Not much!” shouted Jerry. “Keep on bailing.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_23' name='page_23'></a>23</span> +“Look! look!” yelled Harry at that moment, +and pointed over to the centre of the lake.</p> +<p>There, beating up in the teeth of the wind in the +most hap-hazard manner, was the Cutwater. Evidently +Clarence Conant was nearly paralyzed with +fear, for he had almost lost control of the craft.</p> +<p>“Those ladies on board are worse off than we,” +went on Harry.</p> +<p>“That’s so,” replied Jerry.</p> +<p>But the words were hardly out of his mouth +when there came an extra puff of wind. It sent +the Cutwater almost over on her side, and threw a +monstrous wave into the row-boat.</p> +<p>The smaller craft could not stand the wind and +waves, and with a lurch, she sank down and went +over, dumping all three of the youths into the +angry lake.</p> +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-4.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 124px; height: 81px;' /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='IV_SAVING_THE_SLOOP' id='IV_SAVING_THE_SLOOP'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_24' name='page_24'></a>24</span> +<h2>CHAPTER IV.</h2> +<h3>SAVING THE SLOOP.</h3> +</div> + +<p>It was no pleasant position to be in. The three +lads had been cast so suddenly into the angry +waters that for the moment they could not comprehend +the situation.</p> +<p>Then Blumpo let out a yell of terror.</p> +<p>“Save me! De boat has gone down!”</p> +<p>He was wrong, however, for a second later the +row-boat bobbed up, less than four yards off.</p> +<p>“This way!” shouted Harry to his companions, +but the wind fairly drowned his voice. He swam +toward the upturned craft, and Blumpo and Jerry +were not slow in following it.</p> +<p>Hardly had they reached it when a new peril confronted +them. The Cutwater was bearing directly +down upon them. With every sail set, she was in +the very act of cutting them to pieces!</p> +<p>“Look! look!” yelled Harry. “We are +doomed!”</p> +<p>“My gracious!” moaned Blumpo.</p> +<p>On and on came the sloop, with gigantic bounds +over the whitecaps. Clarence Conant seemed utterly +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_25' name='page_25'></a>25</span> +powerless to stay her course, or steer her to +the right or left.</p> +<p>The young ladies on board with him huddled in +a heap near the tiny cabin, their faces white with +terror.</p> +<p>It was truly a thrilling moment.</p> +<p>Of the entire crowd Jerry was the only one to +keep perfectly cool.</p> +<p>He was astride the row-boat, directly in the +centre of the bottom, and it seemed as if the prow +of the Cutwater must strike him in a second more.</p> +<p>“Every one dive under!” he called out, and went +overboard like a flash.</p> +<p>For a wonder Harry and Blumpo promptly followed +suit.</p> +<p>Crash!</p> +<p>The row-boat was struck and stove in completely.</p> +<p>The Cutwater was quite a good sized craft, and +though the force of the collision did not damage +her to any extent, it checked her progress considerably.</p> +<p>Jerry went down and down. He made a long +dive, and when he came up it was within a yard +of the sloop’s rudder.</p> +<p>Before another boy would have had time to +think, the boy who so loved the water made up +his mind what to do. He made a mighty leap +and caught hold of the rudder end ere the Cutwater +could get beyond his reach. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_26' name='page_26'></a>26</span> +It was hard work to hang on, as the sloop bobbed +up and down with every wave, and the rudder, +being beyond control, swayed from side to side.</p> +<p>But Jerry was both plucky and full of grit. He +clung fast, and, watching his chance, climbed up +to the stern and leaped on the deck.</p> +<p>A brief glance showed him the cause of the +present trouble. Clarence Conant was actually +too much frightened to lower the sails. He had +started to act and got a rope twisted, and then, +overcome with fear, had allowed the matter to go +while he clung to the bow in despair.</p> +<p>“You confounded coward!” cried the young +oarsman. “You ought to have known better +than to go out on anything bigger than a duck +pond.”</p> +<p>He sprang to the halyards, and soon the main-sail +came down with a bang. The jib followed. +There was no time to attend to the sails more +than this.</p> +<p>Jerry looked around anxiously for Harry and +Blumpo, but for a long while could see nothing of +them.</p> +<p>“Look here,” demanded Clarence Conant, recovering +his composure, now the greatest of the +danger was over. “What—ah—do you mean by +talking to me in this fashion?”</p> +<p>“I mean just what I say,” retorted Jerry. +“You had no right to take these young ladies out +and expose them to such peril.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_27' name='page_27'></a>27</span> +“The—ah—hurricane took me by surprise,” was +the dude’s lame excuse.</p> +<p>“I am very thankful to you, Jerry Upton,” +cried Dora Vincent, the oldest and prettiest of the +girls on board.</p> +<p>“And so am I.”</p> +<p>“And I.”</p> +<p>“Thank you,” replied the boy, blushing. “But +now is no time to talk. Which of you will take +the tiller, if I tell you exactly what to do?”</p> +<p>“I can—ah—take the tiller,” interposed Conant, +haughtily.</p> +<p>“You won’t touch it!” cried the young oarsman, +sternly.</p> +<p>“Why, boy, what do you mean? Do you—ah—”</p> +<p>“Sit down! If you dare to stir I’ll pitch you +overboard!”</p> +<p>Overcome with a new terror, the dude collapsed. +He was hatless, the curl was out of his mustache +and hair, and altogether he looked very much +“washed out.”</p> +<p>He sank down near the bow, and it was well +that he did so, for just then came an extra heavy +blast of the gale.</p> +<p>“Hold hard, every one!” yelled Jerry. “Perhaps +you ladies had better go into the cabin,” he +added.</p> +<p>“I am to take the tiller, you know,” said Dora +Vincent. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_28' name='page_28'></a>28</span> +“Well, then, let the others go. We can work +along better with a clear deck.”</p> +<p>So while Dora went aft, the others crawled into +the cabin, or cuddy. Under pretense of seeing +after their comfort, Conant crawled after them.</p> +<p>“Now I will tell you just how to move the tiller,” +said Jerry to Dora Vincent.</p> +<p>“All right, I am ready,” responded the brave +girl.</p> +<p>Now that she had Jerry with her, and knowing +he was well acquainted with boats, she felt that +she was safe, no matter how bad the storm might +prove itself.</p> +<p>After giving the girl some instructions Jerry +hoisted the main-sail a few feet only. The sloop +then swung around and moved in a beating way +against the storm.</p> +<p>Jerry wished to learn what had become of his +companions. He was fearful that they had been +drowned.</p> +<p>It took quite some time to reach the vicinity +where the accident had occurred, and even then +but little was to be seen through the driving rain.</p> +<p>“Hullo, Harry! Blumpo!” he called out.</p> +<p>No answer came back and he repeated the cry a +dozen times. Then he fancied he heard a response +directly ahead. The sloop was moved cautiously +in the direction, and presently they saw Blumpo +clinging to part of the shattered row-boat. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_29' name='page_29'></a>29</span> +“Sabe me! sabe me!” yelled the youth. “Don’t +let me drown, Jerry.”</p> +<p>“Catch the rope, Blumpo!” cried Jerry in return, +and threw forward the end of a coil.</p> +<p>Blumpo clutched the rope eagerly, and then it +was comparatively easy to haul him on board.</p> +<p>“Praise de Lawd!” he muttered fervently as he +came on deck. “I t’ought I was a goner, suah!”</p> +<p>“Where is Harry?”</p> +<p>“I can’t tell you, Jerry.”</p> +<p>“You haven’t seen him since we jumped from +the row-boat?”</p> +<p>“No.”</p> +<p>The young oarsman’s face grew sober. What +if their chum had really gone to the bottom of +Lake Otasco? It would be awful to tell Harry’s +parents that their son was no more.</p> +<p>“We must find him, dead or alive, Blumpo. +Take the tiller from Miss Vincent, and we’ll cruise +around, with our eyes and ears wide open,” said +Jerry, with determination.</p> +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-5.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 80px; height: 69px;' /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='V_HARRY_IS_RESCUED' id='V_HARRY_IS_RESCUED'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_30' name='page_30'></a>30</span> +<h2>CHAPTER V.</h2> +<h3>HARRY IS RESCUED.</h3> +</div> + +<p>“I can stay on deck, can’t I?” asked Dora, as +she turned the tiller over to the homeless youth.</p> +<p>“If you wish. But be very careful when the +sloop swings around,” replied Jerry. “You did +very well,” he added.</p> +<p>Dora smiled at this. Then she went forward +and settled down, in spite of the rain, to help look +for Harry Parker, whose folks she knew fairly +well.</p> +<p>The Cutwater was put on a different track, and +they began to move across the lake, it being +Jerry’s idea to cross and recross at a distance of +every six or seven hundred feet.</p> +<p>Twice did they come close to each shore without +seeing anything of Harry.</p> +<p>“Gone down, suah’s you’re born!” said Blumpo, +and the tears started out of his big, honest eyes.</p> +<p>“I am afraid so,” returned Jerry, “and yet—hark!”</p> +<p>He put up his hand and all were instantly on +the alert. The wind had gone down somewhat, +and from a distance came a low cry. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_31' name='page_31'></a>31</span> +“It’s Harry’s!” said Jerry. “Hullo, Harry!” +he yelled, with all the power of his lungs.</p> +<p>He waited, and an answering cry came back +from toward the center of the lake. It was very +weak, showing that Harry was almost exhausted.</p> +<p>The course of the sloop was instantly changed, +and they strove to reach the spot before the boy +should go down.</p> +<p>Jerry was the first to see the form floating +about amid the whitecaps.</p> +<p>“Keep up, Harry!” he called encouragingly. +“We will soon have you on board.”</p> +<p>“I can’t keep up any longer,” gasped his chum. +“I am played out.” And throwing up his arms, +Harry disappeared.</p> +<p>Tying the end of a long rope about his waist, +Jerry leaped overboard. He struck the spot where +Harry had gone down and felt in every direction +for his chum.</p> +<p>His hand touched an arm, and then he held +Harry fast and brought him to the surface. The +poor boy was too weak to make the first movement.</p> +<p>“Haul in on the rope, Blumpo!” called Jerry.</p> +<p>Turning the tiller over to Dora Vincent, the +homeless youth did as directed.</p> +<p>Jerry, with his burden, was soon brought alongside.</p> +<p>It was no easy matter to hoist Harry on deck in +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_32' name='page_32'></a>32</span> +the storm, but at last it was accomplished, and +Jerry followed his charge.</p> +<p>Harry was unconscious, and he was taken to the +cabin, where Dora and the other girls did all in +their power for him; and then the Cutwater was +headed for Lakeview, two miles distant.</p> +<p>The hurricane, or whatever it might be called, +had by this time spent itself. The rain ceased and +before the lake town came into view the sun shone +once more as brightly as ever.</p> +<p>Clarence Conant came on deck looking very much +annoyed. He felt that he had played the part of a +coward, and knew he would have no easy time of +it to right himself in the eyes of the young ladies.</p> +<p>“The—ah—truth is, I was very sick,” he explained +to Jerry. “I got a—ah—spasm of the—ah—heart.”</p> +<p>“Sure it wasn’t a spasm in your great toe?” +said Jerry, with a grin.</p> +<p>But Clarence never smiled. It would not have +been good form, you know.</p> +<p>As soon as the dock was reached, Jerry left +Blumpo to tie up and went to Harry. He found +his chum able to sit up. He was very weak, but +that was all.</p> +<p>“It was a close call for me, Jerry,” said Harry, +with a shudder. “I owe you my life.”</p> +<p>“It was a close call all around,” replied our +hero. “We can be thankful that we are here safe +and sound.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_33' name='page_33'></a>33</span> +Harry felt too weak to walk, so a carriage was +called to take him home. Jerry went with him, +while Blumpo went over to the grocery store to +tell of all that had happened.</p> +<p>Clarence Conant was utterly left. He tried to +excuse himself to Dora Vincent and the other +young ladies, but they would have nothing to do +with him.</p> +<p>“The next time I go out it will be with somebody +who can manage a boat, and who is brave +enough to do it, even in a storm,” said Dora, and +walked away with her lady friends.</p> +<p>“Beastly bad job, beastly!” muttered Clarence +to himself. “And my best sailor suit utterly +ruined, too! Oh, why did that storm have to +come up on us?”</p> +<p>But this was not the end of the matter for the +dude.</p> +<p>The row-boat that had been smashed was a +valuable one belonging to the Lakeview Boat +Club. They did not care to lose the cost of it, +and so called on Conant to pay for the same.</p> +<p>At first he refused, but when they threatened +arrest he weakened. It took nearly three weeks of +his salary to square accounts, and then the young +man was utterly crushed. He never went sailing +again.</p> +<p>It did not take Harry long to recover from the +effects of his outing on the lake. Inside of a week +he was as well as ever. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_34' name='page_34'></a>34</span> +Blumpo took good care to tell every one of all +that had happened, and on every side Jerry was +praised for his daring work in saving the Cutwater +and his chum.</p> +<p>We have spoken of the match to take place between +Jerry and Si Peters of Rockport. This was +postponed for two weeks on Si’s account.</p> +<p>Si Peters was a tall overgrown youth of eighteen, +and was generally considered to be the best +oarsman on the lake.</p> +<p>Consequently, when a match was arranged by +the clubs to which they belonged between the pair +it was thought, even by many Lakeview people, +that Si Peters would win.</p> +<p>Si had one great advantage over Jerry. +His father was rich, while Jerry’s father was +poor. Consequently, while Jerry had to help on +the farm during idle hours Si Peters could go out +and practice, and, thus get himself in perfect condition.</p> +<p>It was this fact that made Si think he was going +to have an easy time defeating Jerry.</p> +<p>But, unknown to him, Jerry got more time than +he thought. Harry was anxious to have his chum +win, and spoke to his father about it.</p> +<p>Now, Mr. Parker and Si Peters’ father were not +on good terms, and the former readily agreed to a +plan Harry proposed.</p> +<p>“Mr. Upton,” he said one evening, when he met +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_35' name='page_35'></a>35</span> +Jerry’s father down in the town, “I would like to +hire Jerry to work for me every afternoon for a +couple of weeks.”</p> +<p>“All right, Mr. Parker,” said Jerry’s father, +promptly. “When do you want him to come?”</p> +<p>“To-morrow, if he can. I’ll pay you five dollars +a week.”</p> +<p>“Very well. You can pay Jerry.”</p> +<p>So it was settled, and every afternoon the young +oarsman went over to the Parker place, which +bordered on the lake.</p> +<p>Here Jerry would practice in secret in a little +cove seldom visited by any boats.</p> +<p>As the time grew close for the race between +Jerry and Si Peters the boat clubs began to bet on +their favorites.</p> +<p>So sure were the Rockpointers that they would +win, that they gave the Lakeview people heavy +odds.</p> +<p>Together the two clubs put up as a trophy a +silver cup, which later on would be engraved with +the name of the winner.</p> +<p>Of course, Jerry’s father soon found out what +his son was doing.</p> +<p>But he would not break his bargain with Mr. +Parker, and so let Jerry practice every afternoon, +feeling sure that Jerry would not take the money +the rich manufacturer had offered.</p> +<p>“You will win,” said Harry, confidently. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_36' name='page_36'></a>36</span> +“I shall try my best,” returned Jerry.</p> +<p>Si Peters and his friends smiled broadly whenever +they came over to Lakeview.</p> +<p>“Jerry Upton won’t be in it after the first quarter,” +said they.</p> +<p>The race was to be a mile, half a mile each way, +the turning point being a well-known rocky island +scarcely fifty feet in diameter.</p> +<p>Jerry kept at his practice steadily until the +great day for the race arrived.</p> +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-6.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 70px; height: 70px;' /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='VI_THE_SINGLE_SHELL_RACE' id='VI_THE_SINGLE_SHELL_RACE'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_37' name='page_37'></a>37</span> +<h2>CHAPTER VI.</h2> +<h3>THE SINGLE SHELL RACE.</h3> +</div> + +<p>The race had been spoken of so much that Lakeview +presented a holiday appearance.</p> +<p>All those who could, crossed over from Rockpoint, +and many came from other places.</p> +<p>The lake was crowded with craft of all sorts, and +even standing room along the shore was at a +premium.</p> +<p>Even Farmer Upton grew interested.</p> +<p>“You must win that race, son,” he said. “Not +only for your own sake, but for the sake of the +whole Lakeview district.”</p> +<p>And this made Jerry more determined to win +than ever.</p> +<p>The race was not to come off until three o’clock +in the afternoon. In the meanwhile there were +half a dozen other contests, in which, however, the +masses took but small interest.</p> +<p>While one of these contests was going on, and +Jerry was in the dressing room of the boathouse +putting on his rowing rig, Harry came in excitedly. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_38' name='page_38'></a>38</span> +“Jerry, you want to be on your guard,” he said +in a low tone, so that those standing about might +not hear.</p> +<p>“On guard? How?”</p> +<p>“Against Si Peters.”</p> +<p>“I don’t understand.”</p> +<p>“From what I have overheard, I imagine there +is a plot on foot to make you lose the race.”</p> +<p>“What sort of a plot?”</p> +<p>“I can’t say.”</p> +<p>The young oarsman gazed at his chum in perplexity.</p> +<p>“What have you heard? I don’t know what to +make of this.”</p> +<p>“You know Wash Crosby?”</p> +<p>“Yes. He is Si Peters’ toady.”</p> +<p>“Well, I heard him tell Browling that it was a +dead sure thing Si would win.”</p> +<p>“That might have been mere blowing.”</p> +<p>“No. Browling thought so, too, but then +Crosby whispered in his ear. At once Browling’s +face took on a look of cunning.</p> +<p>“‘Can you do it?’ he asked, and Crosby said he +could.</p> +<p>“Then Browling said he would put out his +money on Si, if he could find anyone to bet. You +know the whole crowd is rich.”</p> +<p>“Yes, and I know another thing!” exclaimed +Jerry suddenly. “I fancy I can see through their +plan.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_39' name='page_39'></a>39</span> +“What?”</p> +<p>“Crosby owns a steam launch, you know.”</p> +<p>“I do.”</p> +<p>“What is to prevent him from running the +launch so that I shall get all the swash? It would +make me lose a quarter minute or more, and perhaps +upset me.”</p> +<p>“Jiminey crickets! I believe you are right!” +whispered Harry.</p> +<p>“Did they mention the steam launch?”</p> +<p>“They did. Browling said he would go and +take a look at her.”</p> +<p>“Then that is what the plot is, you may be sure +of it. You ought to be able to stop them, Harry. +You are going to be on your uncle’s naptha +launch.”</p> +<p>“I will! If they get too close to you I’ll boathook +them and pull them off!” cried Harry.</p> +<p>“Good for you.”</p> +<p>“But beware, Jerry, the plot may not be that +after all.”</p> +<p>“I’ll keep my eyes open,” replied the young +oarsman.</p> +<p>A minute after this Harry went off.</p> +<p>Then Jerry, having donned his rowing outfit, +was surrounded by the other members of the club. +His shell was inspected and found in perfect condition. +It had been guarded carefully, and now +the club members did not dare to let their eyes off +of it. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_40' name='page_40'></a>40</span></p> +<p>“Bring me my blades, please,” said Jerry, and +they were at once brought from the locker.</p> +<p>He began to examine them from end to end. +Suddenly he uttered a cry.</p> +<p>“Boys, look here!”</p> +<p>“What’s up, Jerry?”</p> +<p>“This one has been strained and cracked. An +extra hard pull on it, and it would give out.”</p> +<p>A murmur arose.</p> +<p>“Who did this?”</p> +<p>“Some enemy wants Jerry to lose, sure!”</p> +<p>How the blade had got into that condition was +a mystery.</p> +<p>But now was no time to speculate on the affair. +A new set of blades must be procured at once.</p> +<p>Luckily there was a pair belonging to a private +party to be had. They were just the same size +and weight.</p> +<p>“I would rather have my own, but I’ll make +these do, and beat them in spite of all,” said +Jerry.</p> +<p>At a given signal six of the boat club boys +marched down the float carrying Jerry’s shell, +which had been polished and oiled until it shone +like a mirror.</p> +<p>With a faint splash the shell dropped into the +water. Then Jerry ran down and stepped in. +His feet were “locked,” and the oars were handed +over.</p> +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-7.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 582px; height: 337px;' /><br /> +<p class='caption' style='margin: 0 auto; text-align:center;width: 582px;'> +THE SINGLE SHELL RACE.<br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p>“Hurrah for Jerry Upton!”</p> +<p>“He’s the boy to win!”</p> +<p>“Hurrah for Si Peters!”</p> +<p>“Jerry won’t be in it with Si!”</p> +<p>“He will!”</p> +<p>“Never!”</p> +<p>And so the talking and the shouting ran on.</p> +<p>Meanwhile Si Peters had emerged from the +landing at a private boathouse some distance up +the lake shore.</p> +<p>He received a hearty shout as he moved slowly +over to the starting point.</p> +<p>Si Peters won the choice of positions, and, of +course, took the inside.</p> +<p>The race should have been a mile straightway, +but the original challenge which led to the race +had been for a half mile going and the same +coming.</p> +<p>Soon the two boys were in position.</p> +<p>“Ready?”</p> +<p>There was a dead silence.</p> +<p>Bang!</p> +<p>They were off! Both boys caught the water at +the same instant. Each pulled a long but quick +stroke. Ten yards were covered, and they remained +side by side.</p> +<p>“Pull, Si!”</p> +<p>“Go it, Jerry!”</p> +<p>Like two clocks, so far as regularity went, the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_41' name='page_41'></a>41</span> +two contestants bent their backs and pulled with +might and main.</p> +<p>One thing was certain, unless something happened, +it would be a close race.</p> +<p>But now the Lakeview boys were getting wild.</p> +<p>“See Jerry! He is gaining.”</p> +<p>“Jerry is five feet and more in the lead!”</p> +<p>It was true. Slowly but surely our hero was +forging ahead. Should he be able to keep this up +he would cross Si Peters’ course at the turning +point.</p> +<p>But now Wash Crosby showed his hand. Without +so much as a toot of the whistle, his steam +launch kept drawing closer and closer to Jerry’s +side.</p> +<p>Then it gradually went ahead, until Jerry was +caught in the swash of the tiny waves it produced.</p> +<p>Under ordinary circumstances these waves +would not have been noticed, but in a shell, and +especially during a race, even such apparent trifles +count heavily.</p> +<p>“Keep off!” shouted the young oarsman.</p> +<p>“Mind your business!” shouted Wash Crosby +in return, but so lowly that no one but Jerry +could hear him. “This is Si Peters’ race!”</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='VII_WHO_WON_THE_SHELL_RACE' id='VII_WHO_WON_THE_SHELL_RACE'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_42' name='page_42'></a>42</span> +<h2>CHAPTER VII.</h2> +<h3>WHO WON THE SHELL RACE.</h3> +</div> + +<p>Jerry saw at once that he had been right in +imagining that this was the plot against him. +Wash Crosby intended to keep just close enough +to cause him trouble without actually fouling him.</p> +<p>Already the swash from the steam launch was +telling on Jerry’s lead. Si Peters kept up at his +best and soon was once more abreast of our hero.</p> +<p>“Hurrah!” came from the shore.</p> +<p>“Si Peters leads!”</p> +<p>“I said he would win!”</p> +<p>“That steam launch is too close to Jerry +Upton.”</p> +<p>“Nonsense! Don’t croak because you are going +to lose the race,” shouted Browling.</p> +<p>The Lakeview boys began to look glum.</p> +<p>But now something happened that Wash Crosby +had not calculated upon.</p> +<p>Straight from across the lake came the naptha +launch belonging to Harry Parker’s uncle. In the +bow stood Harry, boathook in hand.</p> +<p>When the launch was within three yards of the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_43' name='page_43'></a>43</span> +Crosby craft she came to a halt. Wash Crosby +was so interested in watching the race that he did +not notice what was going on.</p> +<p>Harry threw the boathook and it caught fast in +the steam launch’s stern. Then the naptha +launch was moved back, and away she went, carrying +the steam launch with her.</p> +<p>She could do this because Crosby did not have +on a full head of steam.</p> +<p>Astonished at the turn of affairs, Wash Crosby +looked around to see what was the matter.</p> +<p>“Hi! what are you doing?” he bellowed to +Harry.</p> +<p>“Hauling you off,” returned Jerry’s chum. “I +know your plot, Wash Crosby; but it is not going +to work.”</p> +<p>“Let go there!”</p> +<p>“Not much! You’ll keep your distance from +Jerry Upton’s shell.”</p> +<p>“I would like to know who made you my master!” +stormed Crosby, in a perfect rage.</p> +<p>“If you don’t come away I’ll report you and get +the town to lynch you,” retorted Harry, valiantly. +“Don’t you dare to touch that boathook.”</p> +<p>However, Wash Crosby did dare. But as long +as the line attached was taut he could not loosen +it. Then he tried new tactics. He put on a full +head of steam.</p> +<p>It was a tug of war between the steam and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_44' name='page_44'></a>44</span> +the naptha launches, and for the moment it was +hard to tell which would come off victorious.</p> +<p>But Harry’s craft was more powerful than +Crosby’s, and soon the steam launch was carried +far away from the racing shells.</p> +<p>Wash Crosby was furious and would have eaten +Harry up could he have gotten at the lad.</p> +<p>“I’ll fix you for this!” he cried and threw a +heavy chunk of coal at Harry’s head, which the +boy dodged.</p> +<p>“Don’t try that again, Wash Crosby, or I’ll +retaliate in a way you least expect.”</p> +<p>“You had no right to haul me off.”</p> +<p>“You had no right to interfere with Jerry +Upton.”</p> +<p>Wash Crosby grumbled but could do nothing. +Harry calmly proceeded to hold him back until +the race was almost over.</p> +<p>In the meanwhile, how was Jerry faring?</p> +<p>With long, quick strokes, he swept on, side by +side with Si Peters.</p> +<p>It was going to be a close contest, and the spectators +along the lake front went wild with enthusiasm.</p> +<p>“Don’t let up, Si!”</p> +<p>“Show the Rockpointers what you can do, +Jerry!”</p> +<p>“A dollar that Si wins by a length!”</p> +<p>“A dollar that Jerry wins by two lengths!” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_45' name='page_45'></a>45</span> +At last the two reached Rocky Island, which +formed the turning point.</p> +<p>They were still side by side, but Si had the +inner turn all to himself, while Jerry had to move +about in a much larger area.</p> +<p>This brought Jerry a good length behind Si +Peters when the return was begun.</p> +<p>Si Peters saw this and grinned to himself.</p> +<p>“You ain’t in it a little bit, Jerry Upton!” he +called out, but Jerry did not reply. He was not +foolish enough to waste breath just then in talking.</p> +<p>Over the smooth water swept the two long +shells, each boy working with quick and long +strokes.</p> +<p>Now the finishing stake was in view. Si Peters +still kept his lead.</p> +<p>“It’s Si’s race, no doubt of it!”</p> +<p>“Didn’t I say Jerry Upton wouldn’t be in it?”</p> +<p>“What does Cornfield know about rowing, anyhow?”</p> +<p>But scarcely had the last remark been made +when Jerry began to increase his stroke.</p> +<p>Slowly but surely his shell began to overlap that +of Si Peters. Now he was half-way up, now three-quarters, +now they were even!</p> +<p>“See him gaining!”</p> +<p>“Look! look! Jerry is ahead!”</p> +<p>“He can’t keep that stroke! It’s enough to kill +him!” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_46' name='page_46'></a>46</span></p> +<p>“Can’t he? Look, he is actually walking away +from Si.”</p> +<p>Jerry was now “letting himself out.”</p> +<p>Like a flash he swept past Si Peters and reached +the finish two and a half lengths ahead.</p> +<p>A rousing cheer from the Lakeview boys greeted +him, while the Rockpointers were as mum as +oysters.</p> +<p>Si Peters looked decidedly crestfallen. For several +minutes he had nothing to say. Then some +of his friends whispered into his ear.</p> +<p>“You must do it, Si,” said one of the number.</p> +<p>“All right, I will,” replied Peters doggedly, and +hurried to the judges’ boat.</p> +<p>“I claim a foul!” he cried out loudly.</p> +<p>Every one was astonished, and none more so +than Jerry.</p> +<p>“Where were you fouled?” asked one of the +judges.</p> +<p>“Up at the turning point.”</p> +<p>“That is a falsehood!” cried Jerry indignantly. +“I never came anywhere near you.”</p> +<p>“I’m telling the truth,” said Si Peters. “If he +hadn’t fouled me I would have beaten with ease.”</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='VIII_A_PRISONER_OF_THE_ENEMY' id='VIII_A_PRISONER_OF_THE_ENEMY'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_47' name='page_47'></a>47</span> +<h2>CHAPTER VIII.</h2> +<h3>A PRISONER OF THE ENEMY.</h3> +</div> + +<p>At once a loud murmur arose. Some sided with +Jerry, while others took Si Peters’ part.</p> +<p>From hot words the boys of the rival towns +almost came to blows.</p> +<p>In the midst of the quarrel a row-boat came +down the lake carrying two elderly and well-known +gentlemen, both residents of Rockpoint. Curious +to know the cause of the trouble, the gentlemen +came up to the judges’ craft, now moored along +shore.</p> +<p>“Peters claims a foul up at the turning point,” +said some one of the gentlemen.</p> +<p>“You mean up at the island?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“There was no foul there. Was there, +Greenley?”</p> +<p>“None at all,” replied the second gentleman.</p> +<p>These assertions attracted attention. On inquiry +it was learned that the two gentlemen had +been up at the island fishing. They had watched +the race in the meanwhile, and they were willing +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_48' name='page_48'></a>48</span> +to make affidavit that Jerry had not interfered in +the slightest degree with Si Peters.</p> +<p>“He took the outside, and he really gave Peters +more room than was necessary.”</p> +<p>The two gentlemen were too well known to be +doubted in what they said, and at once the judges +refused to accept Si Peters’ plea.</p> +<p>“The race goes to Jerry Upton, who won it +fairly.”</p> +<p>Then how Jerry’s friends did yell with delight! +The lad was pounced upon and raised up on his +friends’ shoulders, and away went the boat club +boys around the town, Blumpo in advance of +them blowing a big fish-horn.</p> +<p>“You is de boy!” said the homeless youth. +“You is de best oarsman on de lake!”</p> +<p>Harry was in the crowd, and when he told how +he had outwitted Wash Crosby every one roared.</p> +<p>The race, however, made lots of ill-feeling. The +Rockpoint boys could not stand defeat, and that +evening half a dozen rows started in as many different +places.</p> +<p>Sticks and stones were freely used, and many +boys went home with their arms and heads tied +up.</p> +<p>Jerry became involved in one of the worst of +the fights in rather a peculiar manner. He was on +his way home rather late, thinking all was over +and that the Rockpointers had departed, when he +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_49' name='page_49'></a>49</span> +heard a hoarse cry for help from down a side +street.</p> +<p>He recognized the voice as that of Blumpo +Brown, and at once hurried to the spot, there to +find the youth at the mercy of four of the Rockpoint +boys, including Wash Crosby, Si Peters, and +two others named Banner and Graves. The quartet +had poor Blumpo down on his back and were +kicking him as hard as they could.</p> +<p>“You cowards!” shouted Jerry as he rushed up, +“to kick a fellow when he’s down!”</p> +<p>“This is none of your affair,” shouted Si Peters. +“He insulted us, and we won’t take an insult from +anybody, much less an Indian coon.”</p> +<p>“Da jess pitched inter me!” howled Blumpo. +“Sabe me!”</p> +<p>“Let up, I say!” went on Jerry, and, clutching +Si Peters by the shoulder, he flung the big Rockpointer +flat on his back several feet away. Then +Jerry pitched into the others of the crowd.</p> +<p>This gave Blumpo a chance to rise. He scrambled +up and let out a long and loud yell for help. +Luckily, some other boys were not far away. +They heard the cry and arrived on a run.</p> +<p>“We must skip now!” cried Wash Crosby to Si +Peters. “We’ll have the whole town on us in another +minute.”</p> +<p>“Hang the luck!” howled Peters. “But just +wait, Jerry Upton, I’ll get square with you yet.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_50' name='page_50'></a>50</span></p> +<p>He turned away with his friends, and the quartet +scooted for the lake, with Jerry, Blumpo, and half +a dozen others at their heels.</p> +<p>Wash Crosby’s launch was tied up at a dock, +and into this they tumbled. The line was cut, and +off they steamed, amid a perfect shower of stones, +lumps of dirt, old bottles, and anything that came +handy to the Lakeview boys’ reach.</p> +<p>“There, I fancy that’s the end of them,” said +Jerry. “I thought they had gone long ago.”</p> +<p>“Da laid for me!” groaned Blumpo. “Wish I +dun had a hoss pistol, I would shoot ’em all full of +holes!”</p> +<p>Soon the steam launch faded away in the darkness, +and a little later found Jerry again on his +way home. Of course his folks were proud to +think he had won the race.</p> +<p>“My boy, Jerry!” was all Mrs. Upton said, but +the way she said it meant a good deal.</p> +<p>It was a week later that the boat club gave a +reception, at which Jerry was the lion. He was +presented with the silver trophy, and made a neat +little speech. There were refreshments and music, +and altogether the affair was the most brilliant +Lakeview had seen for some time.</p> +<p>Matters moved along slowly for a week after the +racing and the reception were over. Jerry worked +on the farm, and never was there a more industrious +youth. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_51' name='page_51'></a>51</span></p> +<p>In the meanwhile Harry Parker made several +arrangements for the outing up the lake, in which +Jerry and Blumpo were to accompany him.</p> +<p>One day Mr. Upton received a letter from Rockpoint. +It was from a friend, and asked if the +farmer could send him over at once a load of hay.</p> +<p>“I can’t go very well,” said Mr. Upton. “Supposing +you take it over to Mr. Dike, Jerry?”</p> +<p>“I will, sir,” replied Jerry, promptly.</p> +<p>The young oarsman had not been over to Rockpoint +since the races, but he thought he could go +over and come back without encountering trouble.</p> +<p>The hay was soon loaded on the rick, and then +Jerry started off for the other shore. He was compelled +to drive nearly to the lower end of the lake +to cross on the bridge, consequently it was well on +toward the middle of the afternoon when Rockpoint +was reached.</p> +<p>He and Mr. Dike put the load in the barn, and +after being paid, and partaking of a glass of cold +milk and a piece of home-made pie, Jerry, at just +six o’clock, started on the return.</p> +<p>It had been a gloomy day, and, consequently, +it was already growing dark, although it was +midsummer.</p> +<p>But Jerry knew the way well, so he did not +mind the darkness. He let the team go their own +gait, and took it easy in the rick on a couple of +horse blankets. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_52' name='page_52'></a>52</span></p> +<p>He was in a sort of day dream, when suddenly, +his team was stopped by a couple of boys, who +sprang from behind a clump of trees.</p> +<p>The boys wore masks over their faces, and when +they spoke, they did their best to disguise their +voices.</p> +<p>Jerry sprang up in alarm. At the same time +four more boys, also masked, surrounded the +hay-rick.</p> +<p>“What’s the meaning of this?” demanded Jerry. +“Let go of those horses.”</p> +<p>Instead of replying, the two boys continued to +hold the team. The other four leaped into the +hay-rick and fell on Jerry. Taken so suddenly, +he was at a disadvantage. Hardly could he make +a move before one of the boys struck him on the +head with a club, dazing him.</p> +<p>Then a rope was brought forth, and Jerry’s +hands were tied behind him and he was thrown on +the ground.</p> +<p>The boys sent the team on their way, trusting +to luck that the horses would find their way home.</p> +<p>“What are you going to do with me?” asked +Jerry, when he found himself bound and helpless.</p> +<p>“You’ll soon see, Jerry Upton,” came from the +leader, in such a muffled voice that our hero tried +in vain to recognize the speaker.</p> +<p>“Make him march!” said another.</p> +<p>“All right, march!” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_53' name='page_53'></a>53</span></p> +<p>Into the woods the masked gang hurried Jerry. +When he attempted to turn back, they hit him +with their sticks and tripped him up.</p> +<p>Finally, when he would go no further, four of +the boys picked him up and carried him.</p> +<p>Nearly a quarter of an hour was spent in this +manner, and the party reached a little clearing. +On three sides were tall trees, and on the fourth a +wall of rocks.</p> +<p>“This is the spot,” cried the leader. “Now tie +him to a tree and get the stuff out of the cave.”</p> +<p>At once the young oarsman was bound to a tree +on the edge of the clearing.</p> +<p>Then two of the boys entered a cave between the +rocks.</p> +<p>Soon they came forth with a pot filled with a +thick, black liquid and two big pillows.</p> +<p>At once Jerry realized what his captors meant +to do. They were going to tar and feather him!</p> +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-5.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 80px; height: 69px;' /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='IX_TAR_AND_FEATHERS' id='IX_TAR_AND_FEATHERS'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_54' name='page_54'></a>54</span> +<h2>CHAPTER IX.</h2> +<h3>TAR AND FEATHERS.</h3> +</div> + +<p>The prospect was far from pleasant to our hero. +In spite of his bravery, he shivered as he saw the +gang of masked boys start up a fire over which to +heat the tar.</p> +<p>“So you intend to tar and feather me,” he said +to the leader.</p> +<p>“You’ve struck it, Jerry Upton.”</p> +<p>“All right, Si Peters, do it, and you shall go to +prison, mark my words.”</p> +<p>Jerry had only guessed at the identity of the +leader, but he had hit upon the truth.</p> +<p>“Who told you I was”—began Peters, and broke +off short. “You’re mistaken,” he went on in his +assumed voice.</p> +<p>“I am not mistaken, Si Peters. I know you, +and you had best remember what I say.”</p> +<p>“Oh, you’re too fresh, Upton, and we’re going +to teach you a lesson,” put in another of the +crowd.</p> +<p>“A good coat of tar and feathers is just what +your system needs.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_55' name='page_55'></a>55</span></p> +<p>“We’ll paint you up so artistically that even +your own mother won’t know you.”</p> +<p>“Not if I can help it,” muttered Jerry, under his +breath.</p> +<p>A great mass of wood had been collected, and +this gave a roaring fire and also afforded a good +light for the workers.</p> +<p>On each side of the fire a notched stick was driven +into the ground. A third stick was laid across +the top, just beyond the flames. From this upper +stick the pot of tar was suspended by an iron +chain.</p> +<p>The heat soon began to tell on the tar. As it +softened it could be smelled a long distance off.</p> +<p>“How do you like that smell?” asked Peters of +Jerry.</p> +<p>“Oh, it’s a good enough smell,” replied our hero, +as coolly as he could.</p> +<p>“Never had a dose of tar before, did you?”</p> +<p>“I haven’t had this dose yet.”</p> +<p>“That’s so, but you soon will have.”</p> +<p>“Maybe not.”</p> +<p>“Oh, you can’t escape us.”</p> +<p>“Not much, he can’t,” put in another, and now +Jerry felt sure that the speaker was Wash Crosby.</p> +<p>“We’ll talk about that later, Crosby.”</p> +<p>The masked boy started back and denied his +identity. But it was plain to see he was much put +out. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_56' name='page_56'></a>56</span></p> +<p>“I know you, Peters, Crosby, Banner and +Graves,” went on Jerry. “And I’ll discover who +you other two fellows are before I leave here, too.”</p> +<p>“Fiddlesticks!” shouted one of the boys by the +fire who was stirring the tar.</p> +<p>“Is it getting soft?” asked Crosby.</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“Where is the brush?”</p> +<p>“I’ve got it,” spoke up another, and he held up +the stump of an old whitewash brush.</p> +<p>“That’s all right.”</p> +<p>At a signal from Peters the crowd of masked +boys withdrew to the side of the fire.</p> +<p>Here a long talk followed. It was so low that +Jerry could not hear a word.</p> +<p>Peters was making the crowd solemnly promise +that they would not inform upon each other, no +matter what happened.</p> +<p>“If we stick together, Upton can prove nothing,” +he said. “He has no witnesses.”</p> +<p>“Right you are, Si.”</p> +<p>“We want to get square, and this is the chance +of our lives to do it.”</p> +<p>“We can give him the tar and feathers and then +leave him tied up in such a fashion that he can get +free, but not before we have had a chance to make +good our escape and get home and to bed.”</p> +<p>“That’s the way to fix it.”</p> +<p>“It will teach Lakeporters a good lesson,” put +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_57' name='page_57'></a>57</span> +in one of the unknowns. “My! but ain’t I down +on every one of ’em.”</p> +<p>“And so am I!”</p> +<p>“And I!”</p> +<p>“And I!”</p> +<p>In the meanwhile the young oarsman was trying +his best to work himself free of his bonds. He felt +that unless he escaped he would surely be tarred +and feathered.</p> +<p>He tugged at the ropes around his body, and +after a hard struggle he managed to free his left +arm.</p> +<p>His right arm followed, although this cost him a +bad cut on the wrist, from which the blood flowed +freely.</p> +<p>But he gave the wound no thought, and in haste +began to work at the rope at his waist.</p> +<p>Now that was loosened, only the one around his +knees remained.</p> +<p>He looked anxiously toward the fire. The +masked boys were still in deep discussion, and not +a single eye was directed toward the prisoner.</p> +<p>Oh, for three minutes more time!</p> +<p>He worked with feverish haste.</p> +<p>And now he was practically free!</p> +<p>Si Peters turned and beheld him as he took a +step behind the tree, out of the glare of the fire.</p> +<p>“He has got away, fellows!” he shouted. “After +him, quick!” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_58' name='page_58'></a>58</span></p> +<p>A yell went up, and the crowd rushed forward.</p> +<p>“He mustn’t escape us!”</p> +<p>“We worked too hard to capture him!”</p> +<p>“See, he is limping! The rope is still fastened to +one of his legs!”</p> +<p>Like a pack of wolves after a rabbit they came +after Jerry.</p> +<p>Our hero did his best to outdistance them, and +he would have succeeded had it not been for the +rope around one knee, which caught in a tree root +and threw him down flat on his face. In another +moment the crowd was on top of him.</p> +<p>They showed him no mercy. Si Peters was particularly +brutal and kicked Jerry heavily in the +side half a dozen times.</p> +<p>“I’ll teach you to crawl away, you sneak!” he +cried. “You can’t fool us in this fashion.”</p> +<p>The kicks stunned Jerry and deprived him of his +wind. He fought as best he could, but he was no +match for six strong boys.</p> +<p>Again he was overpowered. Then the gang +dragged him to the side of the roaring camp fire +and threw off their masks.</p> +<p>“Now we’ll strip him,” said Wash Crosby. +“The tar is all ready and so are the feathers.”</p> +<p>Jerry’s struggles availed him nothing. His coat +and vest were literally ripped from his body, and +his shirt followed.</p> +<p>“Give me the brush. I want to give him the +first dose,” sang out Si Peters. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_59' name='page_59'></a>59</span></p> +<p>The old whitewash brush was handed to the +leader. Si dipped it deeply into the pot of hot tar, +and approached the young oarsman.</p> +<p>“Now, Jerry Upton, we’ll tar and feather you in +spite of your threats,” he said.</p> +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-3.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 53px; height: 53px;' /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='X_WHAT_TOWSER_DID' id='X_WHAT_TOWSER_DID'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_60' name='page_60'></a>60</span> +<h2>CHAPTER X.</h2> +<h3>WHAT TOWSER DID.</h3> +</div> + +<p>“Well, by creation! what does this mean?”</p> +<p>The speaker was Mr. Upton, Jerry’s father. He +was gazing at the hay-rick, which was coming +down the road to the barn at a lively gait.</p> +<p>As the boys who had captured Jerry had +thought, the horses had found their way home +alone.</p> +<p>Anxiously, Mr. Upton looked around for Jerry, +and then he stopped the team and put them up in +the barn.</p> +<p>Running into the house he told his wife of the +state of affairs. Instantly Mrs. Upton grew +alarmed.</p> +<p>“Perhaps they ran away and threw Jerry out!” +she cried.</p> +<p>“It ain’t likely they could get away with Jerry,” +replied Mr. Upton. “But I allow it is curious.”</p> +<p>A half hour went by, and the farmer determined +to start on a hunt for his son. He went off on +horseback, and took with him Towser, the farm +dog.</p> +<p>Towser was an old and faithful animal, a prime +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_61' name='page_61'></a>61</span> +favorite with Jerry, and he trotted along beside +the horse as if he knew something was wrong.</p> +<p>“We want to find Jerry, Towser,” said Mr. Upton. +“Jerry, Towser, Jerry!”</p> +<p>And the dog wagged his tail as if to say that he +understood perfectly.</p> +<p>It was now quite dark. The farmer had +brought along a lantern, and this he lit and +swung around first on one side of the road and +then on the other. As he journeyed along he remembered +Jerry’s troubles with the Rockpoint +boys.</p> +<p>“Maybe he has had another fight,” he thought. +“It was foolish to let him go over there.”</p> +<p>Inside of an hour the other side of the lake +was reached, and they struck the lonely road leading +into Rockpoint.</p> +<p>As the farmer went on he became more and +more sober in mind. He seemed to feel in his mind +that something was wrong.</p> +<p>Towser let out a mournful howl.</p> +<p>“Jerry, Towser, Jerry!”</p> +<p>Again the dog howled. Then he came to an unexpected +halt and although Farmer Upton went +on, the dog refused to budge.</p> +<p>“What is it, Towser?”</p> +<p>For reply the dog started into the bushes, and +this at first made the old farmer angry, for he did +not understand the dog. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_62' name='page_62'></a>62</span></p> +<p>“Come, Towser!” he cried. “We are not after +game just now!”</p> +<p>But the dog would not come. He wanted to +enter the brush.</p> +<p>At last Mr. Upton went to catch him by the +collar, but just as he did so the dog gave a short +bark and picked up something from among the +bushes.</p> +<p>“Hullo!”</p> +<p>No wonder the old farmer was surprised. The +article Towser had discovered was a sling-shot +Jerry often carried with him.</p> +<p>“Must have come in here,” mused Farmer +Upton.</p> +<p>Then of a sudden he began to examine the +ground. It was soft in spots and plainly showed +the footmarks of Jerry and the Si Peters’ crowd.</p> +<p>“He’s in trouble!” said the old farmer to himself. +“Maybe some tramps have carried him off +and robbed him.”</p> +<p>Urging on the faithful dog, Mr. Upton hurried +along the path through the woods, leaving the +horse tied to a tree.</p> +<p>It was an uneven way, and he stumbled many +times. But he did not mind—his one thought was +to reach his son and find out the boy’s condition.</p> +<p>Towser ran ahead, howling dismally at every +few yards. But the faithful dog did not lose the +scent. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_63' name='page_63'></a>63</span></p> +<p>Presently, through the bushes, Farmer Upton +caught sight of a distant campfire.</p> +<p>“Hist!” he called to Towser. “Go slow, now! +Down!”</p> +<p>And the dog obeyed and howled no longer.</p> +<p>A hundred yards more were passed, when a loud +cry rent the air.</p> +<p>“Help! help!”</p> +<p>It was Jerry’s voice. Si Peters was in the act of +applying the first brushful of tar to his back. +Utterly helpless, there was nothing left for Jerry to +do but to use his lungs.</p> +<p>“Shut up!” cried Si Peters. “Yell again and I’ll +hit you in the mouth with the tar.”</p> +<p>“You are an overgrown coward!” retorted +Jerry. “Give me a fair show, and I’ll knock you +out in short order.”</p> +<p>And again he called for help.</p> +<p>In a rage, Si Peters started to plaster Jerry’s +mouth with the hot tar. But ere the brush could +descend, Mr. Upton and Towser burst upon the +scene.</p> +<p>“Stop, you young scamps!” roared the old +farmer. “At ’em, Towser! Chew ’em up!”</p> +<p>Startled at the unexpected interruption, the +rowdies fell back. Then Towser leaped forward +and caught Si Peters by his trowsers.</p> +<p>“Save me!” yelled Si, in terror. “The dog is +going to chew me up!” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_64' name='page_64'></a>64</span></p> +<p>“Good, Towser!” returned Jerry. “Hold him +fast!”</p> +<p>And Towser did as bidden.</p> +<p>In the meantime Mr. Upton ran after the boys +who had been holding Jerry. He caught two of +them, and before they knew it, knocked their heads +together so forcibly that they saw stars.</p> +<p>Jerry, delighted at the unexpected turn of +affairs, turned upon Wash Crosby. Si Peters had +dropped the tar brush, and this Jerry secured.</p> +<p>Bang! whack! Crosby received a blow over the +head, and one in the ear, which left a big black +streak of tar.</p> +<p>“Oh, don’t! please don’t!” he screamed. +“Let up, Jerry! It was only a joke! We weren’t +really going to tar and feather you!”</p> +<p>Then the fellow ran for his very life.</p> +<p>During this time Si Peters was trying his best to +get away from Towser, who held on with a deathlike +grip.</p> +<p>Around and around the campfire the two circled, +until Jerry came up.</p> +<p>The youth called off the dog and went at Si in +about the same manner as he had treated Wash +Crosby.</p> +<p>Si wanted to run for it, and in his hurry rushed +through the fire, knocking over the kettle of tar.</p> +<p>The sticky mess emptied itself over his clothing. +Then the young oarsman tripped him up, and over +he rolled among the loose feathers. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_65' name='page_65'></a>65</span></p> +<p>“Now you can see how you like it!” cried Jerry.</p> +<p>And growling and panting for breath, Si Peters +ran away after the others.</p> +<p>The Rockpoint rowdies were thoroughly demoralized.</p> +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-4.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 124px; height: 81px;' /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XI_OFF_FOR_HERMIT_ISLAND' id='XI_OFF_FOR_HERMIT_ISLAND'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_66' name='page_66'></a>66</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XI.</h2> +<h3>OFF FOR HERMIT ISLAND.</h3> +</div> + +<p>It took Jerry and his father some little time to +get back their breath sufficiently to leave the +woods and make their way to the road.</p> +<p>“You came in the nick of time, father,” said the +lad. “In another five minutes I would have +been tarred and feathered.”</p> +<p>“Tell me about the whole affair, son,” said the +old farmer; and Jerry did so.</p> +<p>“The good-for-nothing rascals!” cried the old +farmer. “If they touch you again I’ll have ’em +all up before the squire.”</p> +<p>“That won’t help us, father,” replied Jerry. +“They are rich, you know. They would get off +somehow.”</p> +<p>“Then I’ll take it out of their hides.”</p> +<p>Mr. Upton told how Towser had led the way +into the woods. Jerry had always loved the farm +dog, but now he thought more of him than ever.</p> +<p>“Good boy,” he said. “You shall go with us +when we take our outing—that is, if father will +let you go.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_67' name='page_67'></a>67</span></p> +<p>“Yes, Jerry, take him along. He may help you +out of some more trouble,” replied Mr. Upton.</p> +<p>It was rather late when they arrived home. +Mrs. Upton was shocked to learn of what had occurred, +but glad to learn that Jerry had escaped +his enemies.</p> +<p>The next day the young oarsman told Harry +Parker and the other boys of his adventure. Harry +was very indignant.</p> +<p>“Those Rockpoint boys ought to be driven out +of the state.”</p> +<p>“I dun racken I’ll carry my hoss pistol after +dis,” said Blumpo. “Da don’t cotch dis chile for +to tar and feather him!”</p> +<p>A week later Jerry, Harry, and Blumpo started +up the lake on a ten days’ outing.</p> +<p>They were in Harry’s largest row-boat, the one +that had a sail, and carried with them a tent and +a good stock of ammunition. Jerry and Harry +were armed with guns, and Blumpo carried his +“hoss pistol” and a rusty spear.</p> +<p>They were bound for Hermit Island, a wild but +beautiful patch of land situated almost at the end +of Otasco Lake. The island was so called because +it was said by some that the place was inhabited +by an old hermit who lived in a cave and never +showed himself to visitors.</p> +<p>Some did not believe this story, for try as hard +as they could, they had never been able to locate +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_68' name='page_68'></a>68</span> +the strange creature, who was said to have a white +beard to his waist, and white hair equally long.</p> +<p>The day that the trio started away was a fine +one, and the boys were in excellent spirits.</p> +<p>“I trust we have no more squalls,” remarked +Harry, as they glided along, the sail set and the +oars out.</p> +<p>“No storm to-day,” returned Jerry. “We are +going to have at least three or four days of fine +weather.”</p> +<p>“Say, I wondah if I could shoot a bar wid dis +yere gun,” put in Blumpo, as he held up his pistol.</p> +<p>“You might if you threw the pistol at the bear +when you pulled the trigger,” laughed Jerry. +“Sure as you are born, Blumpo, that pistol will +go to pieces if you try to fire it.”</p> +<p>“Den I’ll fire it dis way,” replied the homeless +youth, and swung the weapon as if to heave it +away.</p> +<p>An hour passed, during which the boys laid their +plans for a camp and talked over what they would +do.</p> +<p>“I hope we have good hunting and fishing,” said +Jerry.</p> +<p>“So do I,” returned Harry. “And I likewise +hope we find the hermit, if there really is such a +creature.”</p> +<p>“Maybe he won’t want us on his island,” put in +Blumpo. “He may be an ugly feller.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_69' name='page_69'></a>69</span></p> +<p>“We’ll risk it, Blumpo.”</p> +<p>“I ain’t in fer stirrin’ up no hornets’ nest,” went +on the homeless youth. “I jess like ter lay +around an’ take it easy under de trees—a-listening +to—”</p> +<p>“‘The tumble bugs tumbling around,’ as the +song says,” laughed Jerry. “Blumpo, you must +get more ambition in you. Come, row up lively. +It’s a good long distance to the island, and we +must make it before sundown.”</p> +<p>All three braced up, and the big boat went forward +at an increased rate of speed.</p> +<p>“Hullo!” cried Harry, presently. “Jerry, +doesn’t that look like Si Peters’ yacht?”</p> +<p>And Harry pointed over to the west shore of the +lake, where a craft had just emerged from behind a +small headland.</p> +<p>“It is the Peters’ yacht, sure enough,” replied +Jerry, after studying the craft.</p> +<p>“If she cums dis way, we’ll hab lively times,” remarked +Blumpo.</p> +<p>“That’s true, Blumpo. Come, maybe we can +get away from her.”</p> +<p>The boys kept steadily on their course, and for a +long time those on the yacht seemed to pay no +attention to them.</p> +<p>But after awhile the big boat put on another +tack, and fifteen minutes later it was within hailing +distance. Then they saw that Si Peters and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_70' name='page_70'></a>70</span> +Crosby were in posession. They had with them +five other Rockpoint lads, including Banner and +Graves.</p> +<p>“Hi, you fellows, stop rowing!” yelled Peters at +the top of his voice.</p> +<p>“Mind your own business, Si Peters,” retorted +Harry.</p> +<p>“You won’t stop?”</p> +<p>“No. Leave us alone.”</p> +<p>“We want you to give up Jerry Upton.”</p> +<p>“Give him up?”</p> +<p>“Exactly. Come up alongside and let him jump +on board of the yacht.”</p> +<p>“That’s as cool as a cake of ice!” cried Jerry. +“You want everything, don’t you?”</p> +<p>“We are going to get square with you, Jerry +Upton!” put in Wash Crosby.</p> +<p>“Let us pull away as fast as we can,” whispered +Harry. “Those chaps mean trouble.”</p> +<p>“Dat’s de talk,” said Blumpo, who was the +worst scared of the three.</p> +<p>They bent to their oars, and soon moved off a +hundred feet or more.</p> +<p>Then Si Peters ran out to the jib of the yacht.</p> +<p>“Stop!” he commanded. “Pull another yard +and you’ll be sorry for it.”</p> +<p>“We’ll risk it,” replied Jerry.</p> +<p>“We’ll run you down!”</p> +<p>“You won’t dare!” yelled Harry, in alarm. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_71' name='page_71'></a>71</span></p> +<p>“Won’t we? Just see if we won’t!”</p> +<p>At once Si Peters gave some directions to Wash +Crosby, who was at the wheel. The course of the +yacht was slightly changed, and now the craft was +headed directly for the boat containing our +friends.</p> +<p>“Anudder smash-up, shuah as you’re born!” +groaned Blumpo, and he prepared to leap into the +lake.</p> +<p>“Stay where you are!” ordered Jerry. “I’ll +check their little game.”</p> +<p>Reaching into a locker, the young oarsman +brought out his gun. Leaping on one of the seats, +he pointed the weapon at Si Peters’ head.</p> +<p>“Sheer off!” he cried. “Sheer off, or I’ll fire on +you!”</p> +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-8.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 70px; height: 71px;' /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XII_AN_ATTACK_IN_THE_DARK' id='XII_AN_ATTACK_IN_THE_DARK'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_72' name='page_72'></a>72</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XII.</h2> +<h3>AN ATTACK IN THE DARK.</h3> +</div> + +<p>Si Peters was nearly dumfounded at the unexpected +turn affairs had taken. The bully at once +gave the necessary directions, and the yacht +passed to windward of the other boat.</p> +<p>“A good idea, Jerry!” exclaimed Harry. “That +will make them steer clear of us for good, I +reckon.”</p> +<p>“If they haven’t got guns of their own, Harry.”</p> +<p>The boys on the yacht were evidently much +crestfallen. They had hoped to get Jerry in their +power, but that plan was defeated. They dropped +behind several hiding places, and again headed +for the big row-boat.</p> +<p>But once more Jerry outwitted them. Calling to +Blumpo to steady the temporary mast, he climbed +to the top, his gun slung over his shoulder.</p> +<p>From this elevated point he was able to sweep +the yacht’s deck from stem to stern.</p> +<p>“Now turn about, or I’ll fire on you, as sure as +fate!” he ordered.</p> +<p>“You think you are smart, don’t you,” sneered +Wash Crosby. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_73' name='page_73'></a>73</span></p> +<p>“I’m too smart for your crowd,” retorted Jerry.</p> +<p>“We can fire as well as you,” put in Graves.</p> +<p>“If you had a gun, which you haven’t,” retorted +Jerry.</p> +<p>The boys on the yacht growled among themselves, +but could do nothing. Wash Crosby tried +to throw a piece of iron on the row-boat, but it +fell short. Then Harry retaliated by shooting +through the yacht’s main-sail.</p> +<p>Seeing the boys on the big row-boat meant business, +Si Peters and his crowd withdrew from the +encounter.</p> +<p>As soon as they were gone, Jerry came down +from his perch, and off they started once more for +the island.</p> +<p>The yacht sailed so far off they thought they +were no longer observed.</p> +<p>But in this they were mistaken for Si Peters had +a field glass with him.</p> +<p>This glass was now brought into play, and +Peters’ crowd kept track of Jerry and the others +until the vicinity of Hermit Island was reached.</p> +<p>“Going to camp there,” said Wash Crosby.</p> +<p>“It ought to give us a fine chance to get +square,” replied Si Peters, and the crowd began to +plot against our hero and his friends.</p> +<p>But in the meantime the big row-boat disappeared +behind the bushes which fringed a narrow +inlet, and, try their best, those on the yacht could +not locate it again. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_74' name='page_74'></a>74</span></p> +<p>“Never mind, we’ll come up some other day,” +said Si Peters. “It’s getting too late to do anything +now.”</p> +<p>And the yacht returned to Rockpoint.</p> +<p>It was Harry who selected a landing place on +Hermit’s Island. He found a smooth, sandy +beach, and here the row-boat was drawn up well +out of the water.</p> +<p>Back of the beach was a little clearing. On one +side were tall rocks, and on the other the woods.</p> +<p>“As good a place as any to pitch the tent,” +said Jerry. “Come, Blumpo, stir yourself.”</p> +<p>The tent was brought out and put up, and a +camp fire was lit. While Blumpo gathered brush +to put into the tent to sleep on, Jerry and Harry +tried their hands at fishing.</p> +<p>Soon Harry had a bite, and brought in a perch +weighing a little over a half a pound.</p> +<p>“Good for you, Harry, you take first prize!” +cried Jerry.</p> +<p>Hardly had he spoken when he felt a jerk. +There was a lively struggle for fully a minute, +and then Jerry landed his catch—a rock bass, all +of a pound in weight.</p> +<p>“Second, but best,” laughed Harry. “I guess +that is all we want for to-night.”</p> +<p>The pan was over the fire getting hot. Blumpo +cleaned the fish and put them on. In the meantime, +Jerry made a pot of coffee. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_75' name='page_75'></a>75</span></p> +<p>Never had a meal tasted better to the boys. +They lingered over the scraps for a long while, +talking over the events of the day. Blumpo also +gave them a song. It was a happy time.</p> +<p>“Somebody ought to stand guard all night, I +suppose,” said Jerry, when it came time to turn in.</p> +<p>“Oh, nonsense!” cried Harry. “Who is going +to hurt us in this out of the way spot?”</p> +<p>“We don’t know what may be around.”</p> +<p>“I’se too tired to watch,” put in Blumpo.</p> +<p>“Never knew the time you weren’t tired,” +laughed Jerry. “But let it go, if you wish.”</p> +<p>Quarter of an hour later all of the boys had +turned in. Blumpo picked out a corner of the tent +nearest the rear. Harry slept in the middle, while +Jerry took up a place not far from the front flaps.</p> +<p>As it was rather warm, they left one of the flaps +open to admit the air. Jerry lay in such a position +that he could look out on the smoldering +campfire.</p> +<p>Jerry was as tired as the rest, and it did not +take him long to drop off into a sound sleep.</p> +<p>How long he slept he did not know. A low noise +outside aroused him. He opened his eyes with a +start, wondering what it was.</p> +<p>Then came another growl or grunt, he could not +tell which. He sat up and looked outside.</p> +<p>A sight met his gaze that nearly caused his heart +to stop beating. The camp fire was almost out, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_76' name='page_76'></a>76</span> +but beyond its fitful glare he beheld a pair of large +eyes bent directly upon the tent opening.</p> +<p>The eyes belonged to some savage beast which +was about to attack the camp.</p> +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-9.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 70px; height: 69px;' /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XIII_JERRY_S_SHOT' id='XIII_JERRY_S_SHOT'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_77' name='page_77'></a>77</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XIII.</h2> +<h3>JERRY’S SHOT.</h3> +</div> + +<p>Jerry realized that he and his friends were in +great peril. What the savage beast outside was +he could not tell, but it looked large and powerful +in the gloom beyond the camp fire.</p> +<p>There was no time to lose if anything was to be +done.</p> +<p>Luckily, before lying down, the young oarsman +had loaded his gun and hung it up on the front +pole of the tent, within easy reach.</p> +<p>Sitting up, he now took the weapon and pulled +back the trigger.</p> +<p>The click reached the ears of the animal outside, +and once again it let out that peculiar sound, +neither grunt nor growl.</p> +<p>Then Jerry put the gun to his shoulder, and, +taking aim at one of the shining eyes, fired.</p> +<p>Bang!</p> +<p>The report of the firearm caused Harry and +Blumpo to spring up in wild alarm.</p> +<p>“What’s the matter?”</p> +<p>“Heaben sabe us!” moaned Blumpo. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_78' name='page_78'></a>78</span></p> +<p>“A wild animal outside,” cried Jerry. “Get +your gun, quick!”</p> +<p>Harry leaped for his weapon.</p> +<p>“What is it?”</p> +<p>“I can’t make out.”</p> +<p>Reloading as rapidly as he could, our hero +dashed into the open. A howl of pain told he had +hit his mark. The beast had turned and was +crashing through the brush close to the rocks.</p> +<p>“Let us find out what it was!” cried Harry.</p> +<p>“Doan go!” moaned Blumpo. “You will git +chewed up!”</p> +<p>And then he dove back into the tent for his +“hoss” pistol and his rusty spear.</p> +<p>Catching up a blazing brand, Jerry threw it into +the brush. By the light they saw the creature +crouching on a rock.</p> +<p>Bang! bang!</p> +<p>The two guns spoke simultaneously. Harry hit +the beast in the shoulder. Jerry’s shot was more +effective for it struck in the neck, and with a snarl +the creature leaped into the air and fell—dead.</p> +<p>“You’ve settled him!” cried Harry. “Come on +and inspect him.”</p> +<p>“Wait and load your gun first,” cautioned our +hero. “He may have some fight in him still.”</p> +<p>The weapons were put in order, and then, with +firebrands to light the way, they moved forward +to inspect their victim. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_79' name='page_79'></a>79</span></p> +<p>It was a large and heavy boar.</p> +<p>“A wild hog!” shouted Jerry. “My, what a +big fellow he is!”</p> +<p>“I thought it was a bear,” said Harry. He was +somewhat disappointed.</p> +<p>“He was savage enough, at all events,” replied +Jerry. “These wild hogs put up a terrible fight, +father says.”</p> +<p>“Oh, I know that. Wasn’t Dick Harben’s uncle +killed by one? Well, he’s dead enough and we +have meat to last a month.”</p> +<p>“Pretty strong eating,” smiled Jerry.</p> +<p>They called Blumpo. The homeless youth was +delighted over the dead animal.</p> +<p>“‘Ham’s de best ob meat,’” he sang. “I’ll soon +fix him up, see if I don’t.”</p> +<p>The boys were glad that it was getting toward +morning, for the excitement had taken all the +sleep out of them. They replenished the fire, and +sat around waiting for daybreak.</p> +<p>As soon as the sun rose, Blumpo prepared breakfast, +while Jerry and Harry took a plunge into the +lake. It was great sport, and they remained in +the water until Blumpo called them.</p> +<p>That day the boys tramped nearly two miles +around the island. They took their guns with +them and came back with their game bags full of +birds. Returning, they were thoroughly tired out, +but nevertheless resolved to set a watch. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_80' name='page_80'></a>80</span></p> +<p>“Four hours each,” said Harry, and this was +agreed to.</p> +<p>But nothing happened to disturb them, and on +the following night the watch was abandoned.</p> +<p>The boys put in nearly a week in hunting, fishing, +swimming, and lying around, and they enjoyed +every minute of the time.</p> +<p>Nothing had been seen or heard of the hermit +who was supposed to inhabit the island, and they +began to think that no such person existed.</p> +<p>Neither had they heard anything more of Si +Peters and his crowd, and they fancied they were +safe from molestation.</p> +<p>Sunday passed quietly, and on Monday morning +Jerry proposed they take along a game bag full of +provisions and climb to the top of the rocky hill in +the centre of the island.</p> +<p>“We must go to the very top before we leave,” +he said.</p> +<p>The game bag was filled with eatables, and cups, +plates, etc., and then they tied up the tent flaps +and drew the boat still higher up out of the water.</p> +<p>The first quarter of a mile of the journey was +easy enough, but after that they struck the rocks, +and climbing became more and more difficult with +every step.</p> +<p>“Phew! but dis am work!” puffed Blumpo. +“Dis boy’s most tucked out!”</p> +<p>“We’ll take a good long rest at noon, Blumpo,” +said Harry. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_81' name='page_81'></a>81</span></p> +<p>Up and up they went until Jerry, who was in advance, +came to a sudden halt. A deep split in the +rocks barred his further progress.</p> +<p>“Will we have to go back?” asked Harry, anxiously.</p> +<p>“It looks like it.”</p> +<p>“Can’t we leap over?”</p> +<p>“We might try. I can, if you are willing to follow.”</p> +<p>“I kin jump dat easy enough,” put in Blumpo.</p> +<p>Jerry stepped back, and running a few feet, made +the leap in safety. Harry followed, and then both +boys waited for Blumpo Brown to join them.</p> +<p>The homeless youth measured the distance with +his eye and came on like a steam engine.</p> +<p>But just before he reached the edge of the split +he slipped and went headlong. Unable to stop +himself, he crashed down into the opening head +first.</p> +<p>In going over the rocks he twisted himself partly +around.</p> +<p>With one hand he caught hold of a frail bush +growing among the rocks.</p> +<p>His left foot caught in a crevice, and there he +hung, unable to help himself, and with death staring +him in the face!</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XIV_THE_HERMIT_OF_THE_ISLAND' id='XIV_THE_HERMIT_OF_THE_ISLAND'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_82' name='page_82'></a>82</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XIV.</h2> +<h3>THE HERMIT OF THE ISLAND.</h3> +</div> + +<p>“He’ll be killed!” yelled Harry.</p> +<p>His face was deadly white.</p> +<p>“Help me!” came faintly from Blumpo.</p> +<p>Before the others could realize it, Jerry had +leaped back to the other side of the opening. +Catching hold of a jutting rock with one hand, he +grasped Blumpo’s wrist with the other.</p> +<p>“Now let go below and I’ll haul you up, +Blumpo,” he said.</p> +<p>The frightened youth did as requested, and +slowly but surely Jerry dragged him up to a safe +spot.</p> +<p>“Good for you, Jerry!” shouted Harry.</p> +<p>“By golly! but dat was a close call!” shuddered +the homeless youth.</p> +<p>Then, with tears in his big, honest eyes, he +wrung our hero’s hand.</p> +<p>“You dun sabed my life, Jerry!” he declared +solemnly. “I won’t forgit dat, neber!”</p> +<p>The nervous boy was averse to attempting a +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_83' name='page_83'></a>83</span> +second jump, and so the party walked along the +opening until a much narrower spot was reached.</p> +<p>Once over, the upward climb was again begun. +By noon they reckoned that they were within half +a mile of the top. But all were exhausted, and +glad enough to rest and take a bite to eat.</p> +<p>A fine spring was found, and here they washed +up and quenched their thirst before resuming the +journey.</p> +<p>They found a large quantity of huckleberries +growing on the hillside, and these made very acceptable +eating.</p> +<p>“A fellow could put in a month here,” remarked +Jerry. “But, heigho! the vacation will soon be +ended, and then for school again.”</p> +<p>The rest over, they went up and up again.</p> +<p>“Beat you to the summit!” cried Jerry, and +started up the last stretch on a rush. Harry +followed, and Blumpo was not far behind.</p> +<p>What a splendid panorama was spread before +them! They could see clear to either end of the +lake and off to the hills east and west.</p> +<p>“I see the church steeple!” cried Jerry.</p> +<p>“Look! look!” exclaimed Harry, suddenly.</p> +<p>He pointed down the lake to where a yacht was +bowling along before the breeze.</p> +<p>“Si Peters’ boat!”</p> +<p>“I wonder if Peters knows we are still on the +island?” mused Jerry. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_84' name='page_84'></a>84</span></p> +<p>“I reckon he does.”</p> +<p>“It’s a wonder he and his crowd never came up +to make more trouble for us.”</p> +<p>“Perhaps he dun got scared at dis hoss pistol +ob mine,” put in Blumpo.</p> +<p>To him that “hoss” pistol was a mighty weapon, +greatly to be feared.</p> +<p>A little back of the summit of rocks was a +grassy plateau, and here the boys decided to +camp for the night.</p> +<p>“What a beautiful place for a picnic!” said +Harry.</p> +<p>“Rather hard to get to, though,” returned +Jerry. “I wonder if there is a spring handy?”</p> +<p>“A spring away up heah!” exclaimed Blumpo. +“Yo’ expect watah to run up hill? Ha, ha!”</p> +<p>“Yes, Blumpo; strange as it may seem, the +finest springs are found at the very tops of mountains. +Come on and look for one.”</p> +<p>The homeless youth showed his surprise, but he +readily joined in the hunt, and so did Harry. +There was a patch of brush behind the plateau, +and this they skirted. Ere long Jerry found a +tiny rivulet flowing in a well-worn hollow.</p> +<p>“The head of this rill of water will bring us to +the spring,” he said.</p> +<p>They began to follow the watercourse. It led +around half a dozen big rocks.</p> +<p>“Halt!” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_85' name='page_85'></a>85</span></p> +<p>All three of the boys sprang back in amazement. +From whence had that unexpected command +proceeded?</p> +<p>“Halt, I say!”</p> +<p>They stopped short.</p> +<p>“Who are you?” asked Jerry quickly.</p> +<p>“I am the Lonely Man. Leave me!”</p> +<p>“The Lonely Man,” repeated Jerry.</p> +<p>“Yes. Depart, my boys, at once.”</p> +<p>“Are you the man they call the hermit of the +island?” asked Harry.</p> +<p>“I presume so. Now leave me. I have not +spoken to other men for years.”</p> +<p>“We would like to get a little water first, if you +please,” said Jerry. “Surely so good an old man +as you will not refuse us that.”</p> +<p>This way of talking evidently struck the hermit’s +fancy, for there was a rustle of bushes, and +the hermit of the island stepped into view.</p> +<p>All of the boys stared at him in blank amazement. +He was a reddish-black individual, with +snow white hair and long flowing beard.</p> +<p>Blumpo grew so frightened that he immediately +fell on his knees.</p> +<p>“De voodoo doctor, suah!” he muttered.</p> +<p>Like many other ignorant people, he was very +superstitious and believed in charms and voodooism.</p> +<p>“We are sorry to have disturbed you in your +lonely retreat,” began Harry. “But we——” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_86' name='page_86'></a>86</span></p> +<p>“Say no more, my boy. Get the water you +need and depart.”</p> +<p>“We will.”</p> +<p>Harry and Jerry turned toward the spring and +quietly filled up the big tin can they had brought +along.</p> +<p>The old hermit watched them curiously.</p> +<p>“You look like good boys,” he said. “I want +to ask a favor of you.”</p> +<p>“What?” asked both boys in a breath.</p> +<p>“I wish to end my days here undisturbed. +Will you promise not to reveal my dwelling place +to your friends?”</p> +<p>“I am willing to say nothing,” said Jerry, +promptly.</p> +<p>“So am I,” returned Harry.</p> +<p>The old man looked much relieved.</p> +<p>“And how is it with you?” he went on, turning +and walking to where Blumpo had his head bent +low on the ground.</p> +<p>“Please, sah, don’t charm me, sah! don’t cast +no spell ober me!” howled Blumpo. “I ain’t dun +nuffin’ ’deed I ain’t. I’se de best boy in Lakeview! +Ain’t I, Harry? Ain’t dat de truf, +Jerry?”</p> +<p>“I will not harm you, so do not be afraid,” said +the hermit with a faint smile on his reddish-black +face.</p> +<p>“I won’t tell a t’ing! not a word, sah, hope ter +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_87' name='page_87'></a>87</span> +die if I do!” went on Blumpo, still keeping his +face down.</p> +<p>He was afraid that if he looked at the hermit he +would be bewitched.</p> +<p>“Blumpo, get up!” said Harry, sharply. +“Don’t make a fool of yourself. This gentleman +is not going to hurt you. Stand up and be a +man.”</p> +<p>Thus spoken to, the homeless boy arose slowly +to his feet. His knees were still trembling, and he +needed but little incentive to take to his heels.</p> +<p>“I have not seen a colored or an Indian boy in +years,” went on the old hermit. “If you are an +honest boy let me take your hand.”</p> +<p>He advanced, and with his knees knocking together +Blumpo put out his hand and looked the +old man in the face.</p> +<p>The next instant the hermit gave a leap back in +profound astonishment.</p> +<p>“Abraham! As sure as the sun shines! And I +thought he was dead!”</p> +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-5.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 80px; height: 69px;' /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XV_THE_HERMIT_S_SECRET' id='XV_THE_HERMIT_S_SECRET'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_88' name='page_88'></a>88</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XV.</h2> +<h3>THE HERMIT’S SECRET.</h3> +</div> + +<p>All three of the boys were much mystified by the +old hermit’s words.</p> +<p>“He must be a little off in his head,” thought +Harry.</p> +<p>“Who is Abraham?” asked Jerry.</p> +<p>“This is Abraham!” cried the hermit. “Are +you not Abraham?” he went on to Blumpo.</p> +<p>“I reckon not, sah. I’se jess plain Blumpo +Brown.”</p> +<p>“Blumpo Brown! Ha! how well I remember +that name! You are indeed Abraham, and I am +your father!”</p> +<p>And the hermit caught Blumpo in his arms. It +is needless to say the youth was frightened and +bewildered.</p> +<p>“Come to my cave and I will tell you all,” +went on the hermit, and he dragged Blumpo +along.</p> +<p>Jerry and Harry willingly followed. They found +that the old man had quite a comfortable place +among the rocks. It was elaborately furnished, +showing that the hermit was well-to-do. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_89' name='page_89'></a>89</span></p> +<p>They all took seats on some skins thrown over rude +couches. The hermit made Blumpo sit close +to him.</p> +<p>“My name is Daniel Brown,” he began. “And +you, Blumpo, are my only son. Your full name is +Blum-pou-la-hau,—the Indian for boy-of-the-laughing-face,—for, +you know, you have much Indian +blood in your veins.”</p> +<p>“Dat’s what folks said I had,” said Blumpo.</p> +<p>“I thought you were dead—that you had been +drowned. It was this drove me to make a hermit +of myself.”</p> +<p>Then the old hermit went into many particulars, +to which all listened with great interest.</p> +<p>Blumpo could scarcely believe his ears. His face +began to expand, and a smile broke out on it, the +like of which had never before been seen. He was +a homeless waif no longer. He had found a +father.</p> +<p>Jerry and Harry talked to the old hermit for an +hour and more. They found him peculiar in his +ideas, but with a warm heart.</p> +<p>Before they retired for the night Daniel Brown +came to the conclusion to give up his dwelling on +the top of the mountain.</p> +<p>He said he would build a cabin down by the +lakeside and there he and Blumpo could live like +ordinary people.</p> +<p>“I have several thousand dollars saved up,” he +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_90' name='page_90'></a>90</span> +said, “so we will not want for anything. I will +buy a boat, and Blumpo can make a living by +letting her out to pleasure parties.”</p> +<p>“Dat will suit me exactly,” cried Blumpo.</p> +<p>“But you must also go to school in the winter,” +went on Daniel Brown. “And you must +drop that dialect, and not say dat for that.”</p> +<p>“Golly! but won’t I be eddicate!” murmured +Blumpo. “Say, Pop maybe I kin hab—I mean +have—a new suit, eh?”</p> +<p>“Two of them, Abraham,” said the hermit; +and then all hands laughed.</p> +<p>It was well for the boys that they were housed in +the hermit’s dwelling, for that night a terrible +thunder storm came up. The wind howled and +shrieked around the mountain top, and continued +until dawn.</p> +<p>“If we had been on the plateau we would have +been blown off into the lake,” said Harry, at +breakfast.</p> +<p>By nine o’clock it cleared off and at twelve the +mountain was as dry as ever. They packed up, +and, accompanied by the hermit, set off, for the +old camp.</p> +<p>Daniel Brown knew every inch of the mountain +and under his guidance they reached the bottom +much quicker than they would otherwise have +done.</p> +<p>As they were trailing through the woods toward +the camp, Harry suddenly put up his hand. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_91' name='page_91'></a>91</span></p> +<p>“Listen! Don’t you hear some persons talking?” +he asked.</p> +<p>“Where can it be?” asked Jerry.</p> +<p>“Down by the camp,” said Blumpo.</p> +<p>“Si Peters’ crowd, I’ll bet a new hat!” cried +Jerry. “Come on, all of you!”</p> +<p>The young oarsman broke into a run, and +Harry and Blumpo came after, with the hermit +lagging on behind. A turn in the brush brought +them in sight of the camp.</p> +<p>There were Si Peters, Wash Crosby, and four +others in the act of shoving Harry’s craft into the +water.</p> +<p>“They intended to run off with our boat!” +yelled Jerry. “Stop, there, you thieves!”</p> +<p>“Stop, or we’ll fire on you!” added Harry.</p> +<p>The Peters crowd were surprised and alarmed. +They hesitated for a moment.</p> +<p>“Go ahead, don’t mind them!” howled Si +Peters. “Quick, fellows, shove out to the +yacht!”</p> +<p>Before Jerry and the others could reach the spot +the big row-boat was afloat. The Peters’ crowd +leaped on board and quickly shipped the oars.</p> +<p>“Stop, or we’ll fire on you!” sang out Harry +again.</p> +<p>“Fire and be blowed!” howled Wash Crosby.</p> +<p>Bang! went Harry’s gun, and the shot rattled +all around the row-boat. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_92' name='page_92'></a>92</span></p> +<p>But now a turn of a headland took the craft out +of range.</p> +<p>“Follow me!” said Jerry, as he leaped across +the camp to where they could again catch sight of +the craft.</p> +<p>Over the rock and through the brush they stumbled, +a distance of two hundred feet. Then the +shore of the lake was again reached.</p> +<p>But, alas! before they could do anything the +Peters crowd was entirely out of range. They +saw the big row-boat taken over to where the +yacht lay at anchor. Harry’s craft was tied fast +to the stern and the Rockpointers clambered +aboard their own vessel.</p> +<p>“Good-bye and good luck to you!” cried Si +Peters, mockingly. “Hope you fellows enjoy +playing Robinson Crusoe. We’ll come back for +you some time next year.”</p> +<p>And then the yacht sailed away, leaving those +on the island to their fate.</p> +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-3.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 53px; height: 53px;' /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XVI_AN_EXCITING_CHASE' id='XVI_AN_EXCITING_CHASE'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_93' name='page_93'></a>93</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XVI.</h2> +<h3>AN EXCITING CHASE.</h3> +</div> + +<p>For the moment the boys did not know what to +do. Si Peters and his crowd had run off with +their row-boat, and how to get to the mainland +was a serious question.</p> +<p>To swim the distance would be a dangerous undertaking, +and there was no telling how long it +would be before another craft should come along +to take them off.</p> +<p>But the hermit solved the problem.</p> +<p>“If you want to follow those boys you can take +my boat,” he said.</p> +<p>“Have you a boat?” asked Jerry, quickly.</p> +<p>“Certainly, although I use it but sparingly, and +then only at night.”</p> +<p>The hermit led the way to the lower end of the +island. Here in a water-cave rested a long, round-bottomed +row boat, containing two pairs of oars.</p> +<p>“Just the thing!” cried Jerry. “Come on, +Harry!”</p> +<p>He and his chum leaped in. Blumpo looked at +his newly found father. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_94' name='page_94'></a>94</span></p> +<p>“I will go along if you wish,” said the hermit.</p> +<p>In five seconds more all four were in the boat, +which was then shoved out into the lake.</p> +<p>With Jerry and Harry at the oars, they made +good progress in the direction of Si Peters’ yacht.</p> +<p>All were armed, and Blumpo occupied the time +in seeing that every weapon was ready for use.</p> +<p>“The wind is dying out,” said Harry. “That is +in our favor.”</p> +<p>“They have not more than half a mile start,” +rejoined Jerry. “We ought to catch up in half an +hour.”</p> +<p>It was evident that those on the yacht did not +anticipate pursuit, for it was not until the distance +between the two craft had been considerably +lessened that they showed signs of alarm.</p> +<p>“They see us!” cried Blumpo. “Shall I give ’em +a shot?”</p> +<p>“No; wait,” replied Jerry.</p> +<p>The wind had now gone down almost entirely, +and the yacht’s sails were flapping idly.</p> +<p>Si Peters and Wash Crosby were evidently +alarmed at the turn affairs had taken, and they +called their chums around them for consultation.</p> +<p>“We can’t do anything while the wind is down,” +said Crosby.</p> +<p>“Let’s get out and row,” suggested Graves, who +was one of the number.</p> +<p>“Can we tow the yacht?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_95' name='page_95'></a>95</span></p> +<p>“We can try.”</p> +<p>This was decided on, and all of the crowd leaped +into Harry’s boat. They brought the craft +around to the yacht’s bow, and then every one +took an oar.</p> +<p>“See, they are hauling off the yacht!” cried +Harry. “They mean to get away somehow.”</p> +<p>“We’ll race them,” replied Jerry.</p> +<p>They bent to their oars and made the old hermit’s +boat fairly fly through the water. Slowly +they crept nearer and nearer. It was an exciting +chase.</p> +<p>“Take my place, Blumpo!” cried Jerry, at last, +and the boy willingly obeyed.</p> +<p>Jerry leaped into the bow, and taking up his +gun pointed it at Si Peters’ head.</p> +<p>“Si Peters!” he called-out, “do you see this +gun? Unless you stop rowing I’ll fire at you, no +matter what the consequences are.”</p> +<p>Si Peters turned deadly white, for he was in +reality a big coward.</p> +<p>“Do you hear me?” went on Jerry. “One—two—th——”</p> +<p>“Stop! don’t shoot!” yelled the Rockpoint +bully, and he held up his oar.</p> +<p>“Now, Wash Crosby, you stop rowing, too!” +went on Jerry.</p> +<p>“Think you are boss, eh?” sneered Crosby.</p> +<p>“I am. Up with the oar!” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_96' name='page_96'></a>96</span></p> +<p>Crosby hesitated, and then his oar went up beside +Si’s. The others became badly frightened and +also stopped rowing. In a moment more the hermit’s +craft was beside the big row-boat.</p> +<p>The Rockpointers gazed at the white-haired man +in astonishment. They wanted to know who he +was, but just then had other matters to attend to.</p> +<p>“You think you own the earth when you have a +gun!” howled Si Peters to Jerry.</p> +<p>“We’re on top, that is certain,” responded our +hero. “Say, Harry, supposing we get on the +yacht and make them row us back to the island?”</p> +<p>“Not much!” growled Wash Crosby.</p> +<p>“Just the thing!” cried Harry.</p> +<p>Still keeping the Peters’ crowd under guard, +Jerry and his friends boarded the yacht.</p> +<p>Then, much against their will, they made the +others turn about and drag them back to where +they had started from, towing the hermit’s craft +behind.</p> +<p>Peters and Crosby were in a perfect rage, but +could do nothing, as Jerry pretended to be very +savage and itching to shoot them.</p> +<p>The island reached, Jerry made the Peters’ crowd +beach the boat and clean her.</p> +<p>“Now take your yacht and begone!” he commanded, +and the crowd hurried off in double-quick +order. As the yacht drifted away the hermit +laughed heartily. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_97' name='page_97'></a>97</span></p> +<p>“Cleverly done!” he said. “Jerry Upton, you +are a smart lad.”</p> +<p>The boys spent one more day on the island and +then left for home. The hermit went along, and +created some surprise when he appeared on the +streets of Lakeview with Blumpo, his son.</p> +<p>All the boys were glad that the homeless youth +had found a father, who would endeavor to make +something out of the good-natured and honest +lad.</p> +<p>There was also a surprise for our hero and +Harry.</p> +<p>Si Peters and his gang had been arrested for +burning down a barn belonging to Harry’s father.</p> +<p>The Rockpoint lads tried to beg off, but the +authorities took the matter in hand, and every +one of them was sent to the reformatory.</p> +<p>This ended the rivalry for the time being between +Lakeview and Rockpoint and, as a consequence, +the autumn and winter which followed +were comparatively quiet. But stirring events +were on the way, as the chapters which follow will +testify.</p> +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-9.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 70px; height: 69px;' /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XVII_HARRY_S_NEW_YACHT' id='XVII_HARRY_S_NEW_YACHT'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_98' name='page_98'></a>98</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XVII.</h2> +<h3>HARRY’S NEW YACHT.</h3> +</div> + +<p>“Luff up a bit, Harry!”</p> +<p>“All right, Jerry. Do you think we will make +that point?”</p> +<p>“If the wind holds out. We are behind the +rocks now, and that cuts most of the breeze off.”</p> +<p>“Blumpo, coil up some of that rope, will you?”</p> +<p>“To be suah,” returned the youth addressed.</p> +<p>The scene was the deck of a handsome yacht +named the Whistler. She was as clean cut as a +craft could be, and carried a spread of snowy +white sails which would have gladdened the heart +of any sea-dog to behold.</p> +<p>Three boys and an old man were sailing this +craft. The three boys were Jerry, Harry and +Blumpo. The man was Jack Broxton, the boathouse +keeper.</p> +<p>The yacht was a new one, recently purchased by +Harry Parker’s father for the use of his son and +Jerry.</p> +<p>“Do you remember what a row we had up +around this island last summer with Si Peters, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_99' name='page_99'></a>99</span> +Wash Crosby and the rest of the Rockpoint +crowd?” mused Jerry, as the yacht swung around +the north point of Hermit Island, that spot where +Blumpo had so strangely found his father.</p> +<p>“Don’t I, though!” cried Harry. “I wonder if +they are out of the reformatory yet for setting fire +to the barn?”</p> +<p>“I heard da was,” put in Blumpo, who now +attended school regularly. “Si Peters got out +las’ month, an’ Wash Crosby got out six weeks +ago.”</p> +<p>“Well, I hope they turn out better boys now,” +said Harry, seriously. “I don’t see why they +want to get into such trouble. A fellow can have +lots of sport without doing wrong.”</p> +<p>“By the way, Harry, the great yacht race comes +off in Long Lake in a few weeks,” said Jerry. +“Why can’t we take our yacht down through the +river and be on deck to see it?”</p> +<p>“By golly, dat would be most splendiferous!” +yelled Blumpo. “De best t’ing I’ve dun heard of +dis Summah!”</p> +<p>“I’ve thought of it,” returned Harry. He +turned to the old tar. “Jack, could we take the +Whistler down through Poplar River to Long +Lake?”</p> +<p>“I reckon we could,” was the slow answer, as +Jack Broxton rolled his quid from one cheek to +the other. “The water is running putty high +now.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_100' name='page_100'></a>100</span></p> +<p>“It would be a fine trip in itself,” went on Jerry. +“I’ve never sailed down the Poplar beyond Carlville.”</p> +<p>“Nor I,” returned Harry. “But never mind +that just now. Here we are at the landing.”</p> +<p>“An’ heah am my father’s house,” said Blumpo.</p> +<p>The former hermit, now, however, a hermit no +longer, came out to greet his son. In the meantime +all hands lowered sail and tied up.</p> +<p>It was a beautiful day, and the young oarsman +and Harry had come over to the island to see +what they could shoot. They left Jack in charge +of the yacht and Blumpo with his father, and +started off with guns and game bags for the interior.</p> +<p>“There can’t be much game at this season of the +year,” said Harry. “But we may have a little +sport, and tramping in the woods does a fellow +lots of good.”</p> +<p>“Indeed I know that,” was the quick response. +“Hullo, here’s a nasty bit of bog to cross.”</p> +<p>“We’ll go around by yonder big tree.”</p> +<p>The two boys went on in a semi-circle. When +the big tree mentioned was reached Jerry stepped +on what he supposed was one of the twisted roots.</p> +<p>A second later he let out a yell which was heard +down to the landing.</p> +<p>He sprang back so suddenly that he bumped +into Harry, who was close behind, and both rolled +over in the wet grass. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_101' name='page_101'></a>101</span></p> +<p>Ere they could rise they heard an angry hiss, +and a snake darted from the tree and settled +directly upon Jerry’s body!</p> +<p>For a moment Jerry was too paralyzed with +fear to move or speak. Then as he recovered he +threw off the snake and rolled away, over Harry +and close to the boggy spot. Harry also turned +away, but came up against a heavy mass of +brush.</p> +<p>The snake hissed angrily. The pressure of Jerry’s +foot on its head had just been sufficient to +arouse its anger. It meant to strike if it could.</p> +<p>“Hit it with your gun!” shouted Harry.</p> +<p>“You hit it!” cried our hero. “Oh!”</p> +<p>The snake was again coming on, its long, green +body quivering in the spots of sunlight which shot +under the trees. There was no doubt but what +it intended to fight the intruders. More than +likely it had a nest of young near.</p> +<p>Bang!</p> +<p>The shot was a square one, and when the smoke +from the gun cleared away it was found that the +reptile’s head was completely severed from the +body, which latter continued to twist about until +it fell into the water of the bog hole. Jerry +kicked the head in after it, out of sight.</p> +<p>“Let us get out of here,” he said, with a shudder. +“Who knows but what we have dropped +into a regular nest of snakes.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_102' name='page_102'></a>102</span></p> +<p>That he was right in his surmise was soon evident, +for low hissings could be heard on several +sides. Without delay they sprang across the bog +swamp and took to the higher ground, where they +could see every foot of the way before them.</p> +<p>“I’ve had snakes enough to last me the rest of +the summer,” soliloquized Jerry. “I hate them +worse than anything else in the world. Look!”</p> +<p>He pointed on ahead, to where there was a tree +almost loaded with game birds. At a sign from +Jerry both raised their guns and fired.</p> +<p>There was a flutter and a whirr, and then came +a number of shrill cries from the birds which were +wounded. These the boys at once proceeded to +put out of their misery.</p> +<p>“Four birds,” said Harry, as he counted the lot. +“That wasn’t bad, eh?”</p> +<p>“You’re right, Harry. We won’t get another +such shot if we tramp all day.”</p> +<p>“I move we get back to the yacht. We have +come a good distance, and it will be more than +dinner time before we can make it.”</p> +<p>“I am with you. We can go out hunting again +this afternoon, or try our hand at fishing.”</p> +<p>With the birds in their bags, Jerry and Harry +set out on the return to the landing.</p> +<p>On the way they talked over the great yacht +races soon to come off, and also of the proposed +trip through the Poplar River to the large lake +beyond. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_103' name='page_103'></a>103</span></p> +<p>“It will be a dandy trip,” said Jerry, and then +he added, with much spirit: “How I would like +to sail on one of the yachts and help win.”</p> +<p>“So would I,” rejoined Harry. “It would be +great sport, not to say anything of the honor.”</p> +<p>When the chums arrived at the boat-landing +they found Blumpo and the others waiting for +them. A camp fire was burning a short distance +away from the log house, and over this the birds +were done to a turn by the youth, while the others +prepared some potatoes and coffee brought from +the yacht.</p> +<p>Blumpo’s father considered it a great holiday to +have his son with him for the time being. He +asked Blumpo how he was getting along with his +studies, and was pleased to learn that the youth +was making fairly good progress.</p> +<p>After dinner it was decided to sail around to the +lower end of the island and try bass fishing, for +which the lake was famous.</p> +<p>“And then we’ll come back here and stay all +night,” said Jerry to the old man.</p> +<p>The lines were soon cast off and the main-sail +and jib set, and as soon as they caught the breeze +they swung around and down the lake at a speed +of several knots an hour.</p> +<p>“Somebody else out besides ourselves,” observed +Jack Broxton, as he pointed to half a dozen +sail-boats cruising around. “This year everybody +has the yachting craze.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_104' name='page_104'></a>104</span></p> +<p>“It’s great sport,” returned Harry. “By the +way,” he went on, pointing to a large yacht coming +up the lake on a long tack. “What boat is +that?”</p> +<p>“She is called the Arrow, I don’t know who +owns her,” was the old boatkeeper’s reply.</p> +<p>“She is coming over this way. Let us stand out +a little and see who is on board.”</p> +<p>“Just as you say, sir.”</p> +<p>“Yes; I’m curious about that yacht, too,” put +in Jerry.</p> +<p>The course of the Whistler was altered several +points, and they left the vicinity of the island +shore. As they drew closer to the big yacht Jerry +uttered a cry of astonishment.</p> +<p>“By Jinks! It can’t be possible!”</p> +<p>“What’s up?” asked Harry, coming to his side.</p> +<p>“There are Si Peters and Wash Crosby on the +deck of that yacht. I can see them as plain as +day.”</p> +<p>“Our old enemies!” murmured Harry.</p> +<p>“Da didn’t lose no time in gittin’ togedder after +da got out of de ’formatory, did da,” laughed +Blumpo. “Da say de bad ones allers do stick like +glue.”</p> +<p>“Oh, maybe they’ll be first-class chaps now,” +said Jerry, who was willing to let the past be forgotten.</p> +<p>“Don’t you be too sure on that p’int, lads,” put +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_105' name='page_105'></a>105</span> +in Jack Broxton. “It’s mighty hard to make +anything out of a bad egg, and Si Peters and +Wash Crosby are bad eggs if ever there were any.”</p> +<p>“Dat’s so, fo’ suah,” murmured Blumpo.</p> +<p>“Well, we won’t have any words with them,” +said Jerry. “We’ll let bygones be bygones.”</p> +<p>“I would like to know where they got that +yacht,” said Harry. “It can’t be possible Mr. +Peters bought it for Si. When Si went to the +reformatory he told father he intended to send his +son to a military school and cut off his allowance.”</p> +<p>“Maybe Si has promised to reform. Hullo! +they are coming this way!”</p> +<p>Jerry sprang up in alarm, for the big yacht had +suddenly veered around several points and was +now coming head on toward them.</p> +<p>“We’ll be run down!” shrieked Blumpo, in +terror.</p> +<p>“The young fools!” muttered Jack Broxton. +“Don’t they know anything about steering?”</p> +<p>“The big yacht is evidently one too many for +them. See, there is no one aboard but Si and +Wash. Two hands are not enough for such a +craft.”</p> +<p>Nearer and nearer the two yachts came to each +other.</p> +<p>Jack Broxton did his best to steer clear of the +Arrow, but he was at a disadvantage. Soon the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_106' name='page_106'></a>106</span> +big yacht took away all the wind of the Whistler +and she lay helpless.</p> +<p>“Keep off!” yelled Jerry, but the cry was unheeded.</p> +<p>Bang! Crash! The Arrow struck the Whistler +on the bow, the long bowsprit ripping a hole in +the main-sail.</p> +<p>Then came a smashing of woodwork and the +Whistler began to sink.</p> +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-8.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 70px; height: 71px;' /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XVIII_THE_ROBBERY_OF_THE_ROCKPOINT_HOTEL' id='XVIII_THE_ROBBERY_OF_THE_ROCKPOINT_HOTEL'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_107' name='page_107'></a>107</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XVIII.</h2> +<h3>THE ROBBERY OF THE ROCKPOINT HOTEL.</h3> +</div> + +<p>“We are lost!”</p> +<p>“Heaben sabe us!”</p> +<p>“Cling fast for your lives!”</p> +<p>A dozen other cries rang out, for the force of the +collision was terrible.</p> +<p>But all clung fast and no one was thrown into +the water, to be struck and perhaps instantly +killed.</p> +<p>“What do you mean, Si Peters?” yelled Jerry. +“You ran into us on purpose!”</p> +<p>There was no time to reply nor to say more. +After the crash the two yachts drifted apart, and +with a somewhat damaged bowsprit the Arrow +went on her way.</p> +<p>As she slid by, Harry caught a glimpse of Wash +Crosby holding fast to a big red valise, which had +come near bounding overboard. He thought no +more of it at the time, but had good reason to remember +it later.</p> +<p>“What shall we do?” asked Jack Broxton.</p> +<p>“We’ve got a neat little hole in the side.”</p> +<p>“Can we beach her on the island?” asked Harry. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_108' name='page_108'></a>108</span> +“I don’t want the Whistler to go to the bottom of +the lake.”</p> +<p>“I reckon I can manage it. Just hold that bit +of canvas over the hole.”</p> +<p>Harry and our hero jumped to do as bidden, +while Jack Broxton and Blumpo undertook to +steer the yacht toward shore. The craft was becoming +so water-logged that she acted clumsily, +and they had their hands full.</p> +<p>“We is gwine down, suah!” groaned Blumpo, +but as he spoke the keel grated on the sand, and a +moment later she swung around hard and fast, +and the danger of sinking was past.</p> +<p>While Jack and Blumpo lowered the sails, Harry +and Jerry carried several lines ashore and tied +them to the trees in such a fashion that the yacht +could not pound herself, even if the wind came up.</p> +<p>After the sails were lowered old Jack inspected +the damage done.</p> +<p>“I can patch the main-sail in an hour,” he said. +“But that hole at the bow will take three, and I +ought to have more tools than I’ve got aboard.”</p> +<p>“Can’t we patch things up sufficiently to take +her back into Lakeview?” asked Harry.</p> +<p>“Maybe we can. But it would be better on account +of the wind to steer for Rockpoint. She +couldn’t stand the chop sea on the other course.”</p> +<p>“All right; we’ll steer for Rockpoint, and take +her over to Dan Mason’s boatyard.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_109' name='page_109'></a>109</span></p> +<p>Blumpo ran down the shore of the island to tell +his father of what had happened. While he was +gone the others patched up the break at the bow +with some thin wood and a square of canvas, +tacked on, and gave all a coating of pitch.</p> +<p>Half an hour later found the Whistler bound for +Rockpoint. They had to sail along with great +care, for fear of breaking open the patched place. +Had this occurred they would all have gone to the +bottom.</p> +<p>It was growing dusk when the harbor at Rockpoint +was reached. At the dock they saw that +something unusual had happened. A crowd of +men were gathered about talking earnestly, and +pointing up the lake.</p> +<p>“Whoever they were, they took a boat, I’m sure +of that,” said one man.</p> +<p>“That’s so,” said another.</p> +<p>“But who were they, and where did they go?” +asked a third.</p> +<p>“Ah, that’s for the police to find out.”</p> +<p>Wondering what was up, Jack Broxton and the +three boys brought the Whistler around to the +boatyard and turned her over to Dan Mason. +The old fellow, who was a first-class man at repairing +boats of all kinds, promised to have the +craft in good trim by noon of the next day.</p> +<p>“Did you hear the news?” he asked, after their +business talk was at an end. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_110' name='page_110'></a>110</span></p> +<p>“What news?” asked Jerry.</p> +<p>“About the hotel being robbed.”</p> +<p>“Robbed!”</p> +<p>“Exactly. A couple of thieves got into the safe +and took a box of jewelry and four hundred dollars +in cash.”</p> +<p>“By George! dat am a loss!” ejaculated +Blumpo.</p> +<p>“The jewelry is said to be worth nearly one +thousand dollars.”</p> +<p>“Have they any idea who the thieves were?”</p> +<p>“No, they wore handkerchiefs over their faces, +with holes cut in ’em for to see. Some thinks as +how they got away in one o’ the boats lying up +shore.”</p> +<p>“How did they do the job?” questioned Jerry, +with much interest.</p> +<p>“I didn’t hear any of the particklers, boys.”</p> +<p>“Come on up to the hotel and find out,” said +Harry. “We haven’t got to hurry home this +evening.”</p> +<p>Side by side Harry and the young oarsman +walked to the Rockpoint Hotel, a large place, +now filled to overflowing with Summer boarders.</p> +<p>They found every one around the resort talking +over the case. Presently Harry heard somebody +say that the stolen money and box of jewels had +been placed by the robbers into a large red valise +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_111' name='page_111'></a>111</span> +belonging to the proprietor of the hotel. At once +he called Jerry aside.</p> +<p>“I know who committed this robbery,” he said.</p> +<p>“Who?”</p> +<p>“Si Peters and Wash Crosby.”</p> +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-17.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 80px; height: 69px;' /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XIX_THE_RED_VALISE' id='XIX_THE_RED_VALISE'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_112' name='page_112'></a>112</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XIX.</h2> +<h3>THE RED VALISE.</h3> +</div> + +<p>Of course Jerry was astonished at his chum’s +declaration.</p> +<p>“How do you know this?”</p> +<p>“They had that red valise. I saw it.”</p> +<p>“Let us make a few more inquiries before we say +anything,” replied Jerry, slowly. “It’s pretty bad +to accuse anybody of such a crime as this.”</p> +<p>They asked a number of people about the robbery, +but could gain no information which would +directly implicate Si Peters and his crony.</p> +<p>“We had better keep mum for the present, +Harry.”</p> +<p>“What, and let the robbers escape?”</p> +<p>“Oh, I don’t want that to happen.”</p> +<p>The two talked it over for awhile, and when they +returned home they were much troubled. But +that night word came from New York City which +mystified them greatly.</p> +<p>A detective telegraphed he had captured two +tramps who confessed to a hotel robbery on Lake +Otasco. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_113' name='page_113'></a>113</span></p> +<p>“That settles it,” said Harry. “We were all +wrong, and I am glad we said nothing.”</p> +<p>On the following day they rowed over to Rockpoint +for the Whistler. They heard no more +about the hotel robbery, and the matter almost +slipped their minds. But they were destined ere +long to remember the occurrence full well.</p> +<p>Jerry and Harry talked matters over with their +parents and made plans to sail down the Poplar +River to Long Lake, and go to the yacht races at +once.</p> +<p>Jack Broxton was to accompany them. Unfortunately +for Blumpo, his father was taken sick +and the youth had to remain behind to attend +him.</p> +<p>Bright and early the next day the trip was commenced.</p> +<p>It lasted two days and three nights, and then +they found themselves out on Long Lake, a large +and beautiful sheet of water.</p> +<p>Harry and Jerry had studied up all the newspaper +reports concerning the race between the +Defender, a splendid yacht from the Poplar River, +and the Spray, a craft from up the lake, and they +knew exactly where to go in order to see the race +to the best advantage.</p> +<p>“I know the captain of the Defender well,” said +Harry. “He and father are old friends.”</p> +<p>“Maybe he’ll let you on his yacht then,” said +Jerry. “My, but wouldn’t that be jolly!” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_114' name='page_114'></a>114</span></p> +<p>“I won’t go without you,” said Harry.</p> +<p>“I would like to be on that yacht myself,” said +old Jack Broxton, as they presently came in sight +of the Defender, anchored a short distance from +the starting point of the race.</p> +<p>“We’ll run up and I’ll hail the captain,” said +Harry.</p> +<p>This suited everybody, and it was done. The +captain of the Defender was on deck seeing to it +that everything was in order for the race. He +greeted Harry with a pleasant wave of his hand.</p> +<p>“Can we come on board and take a look +around?” asked Harry.</p> +<p>“Yes, but you won’t have time to waste,” was +the captain’s reply. “We’ve got to get down to +the starting point soon.”</p> +<p>The Whistler was run up alongside, and Harry +and Jerry leaped on board of the Defender. They +shook hands with the captain, and also with +Frank Lee, the captain’s nephew, a bright boy of +their own age.</p> +<p>They were much interested in the magnificent +yacht and all of her appointments, and laughed +greatly when Frank Lee snatched off their caps +and placed caps on them with the name of the +Defender above the peaks.</p> +<p>“Now you fellows belong to the crew!” cried +Frank Lee.</p> +<p>“All right, we’ll help you beat the Spray,” returned +Jerry, quickly. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_115' name='page_115'></a>115</span></p> +<p>The captain overheard the remark and turned +to Harry:</p> +<p>“Would you really like to remain on board during +the race?”</p> +<p>“Indeed we would!” said Harry. “And we’ll do +duty, too, same as the rest of the crew, if you’ll +only keep us. You know both of us understand all +about a regular yacht.”</p> +<p>“Well, you can stay. I am short one man, and +two boys ought to more than make up for him.”</p> +<p>Perhaps Jerry and Harry were not delighted? +They sent word to Jack Broxton, and then made +themselves familiar with the great yacht, the pride +of all on board.</p> +<p>Soon it was time to up anchor and make for the +starting point. Jerry and Harry worked manfully +at the ropes, and so did Frank Lee. No one is +allowed to remain idle on a racing yacht. The +least one can do is to rush to this side or that and +thus make “ballast.”</p> +<p>“All ready!” came the word, and the signal was +given to start, and the Defender and the Spray +were off.</p> +<p>Presently Jerry came over to the captain, who +was at the wheel.</p> +<p>“Can we pass the Spray?” he asked, anxiously.</p> +<p>“We can try, Upton,” was the reply. “Can you +take the wheel for a minute. I must have a drink +of water.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_116' name='page_116'></a>116</span></p> +<p>“Aye, aye, sir,” said Jerry.</p> +<p>How proudly he took hold of the wheel! He was +for the time being in absolute command of the Defender.</p> +<p>An extra breeze sprang up. They were sailing +almost side by side with the Spray. Suddenly the +Defender shot ahead. Our hero stuck to the wheel, +while Harry and Frank Lee did their full share of +work with the rest of the crew.</p> +<p>The Defender was ahead, but the race was not +yet over.</p> +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-4.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 124px; height: 81px;' /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XX_THE_MISHAP_TO_THE_YACHT' id='XX_THE_MISHAP_TO_THE_YACHT'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_117' name='page_117'></a>117</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XX.</h2> +<h3>THE MISHAP TO THE YACHT.</h3> +</div> + +<p>The young oarsman was not allowed to remain +at the wheel long. Soon the captain of the Defender +came up again and took charge.</p> +<p>“I see we have passed the Spray,” he said. +“That’s a good one for you, Upton. Now we +must keep ahead.”</p> +<p>After turning the wheel over to the captain, +Jerry moved forward to where Harry and Frank +Lee were standing.</p> +<p>In the meanwhile the gallant yacht was cutting +the water like a razor. The breeze was stiff, and +they were running free before it. Soon the Spray +was almost out of sight behind them.</p> +<p>“This Defender is a great boat,” said Harry.</p> +<p>With the wind on the starboard quarter the +Defender and the Spray reached along for over a +mile at a six knots an hour gait.</p> +<p>Then the wind fell off to almost a calm.</p> +<p>“This is no good,” observed Jerry.</p> +<p>“Fortunes of racing,” laughed Harry.</p> +<p>“I would like to see another stiff breeze.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_118' name='page_118'></a>118</span></p> +<p>“We may catch more than enough before we +have finished,” put in Frank Lee.</p> +<p>The further on the two yachts went the lighter +became the wind, and each in turn ran into “soft” +spots, when balloon top-sails hung up and down +idly.</p> +<p>But no matter how the wind came the Defender +got along, leaving the Spray steadily behind.</p> +<p>It was a triangular course, of three miles to each +side, and soon the first side was sailed.</p> +<p>The yachts wore around the first mark flat, +leaving it on the port hand.</p> +<p>Baby jib top-sails had been sent down before the +rounding, and spinnaker poles were now ready for +the balloon sail.</p> +<p>With booms well off to port, the Defender led the +way to the second stretch.</p> +<p>Sharp work was done in handling the spinnaker, +for just one minute after rounding this big balloon +was set and pulling.</p> +<p>This was clever work, but the Spray sailors did +fully as as well, for they had their spinnaker on just +as fast.</p> +<p>“Great Caesar!” ejaculated our hero, suddenly, +“Look!”</p> +<p>Ashore the sky grew black and ominous, foreboding +a coming squall.</p> +<p>The weather certainly looked bad, and it turned +out worse than it looked. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_119' name='page_119'></a>119</span></p> +<p>Instead of wind, rain came on, and soon all on +board the yachts were soaked.</p> +<p>“What do you think of that, Jerry?” asked +Harry.</p> +<p>“We’re going to catch it and no mistake,” replied +the young oarsman.</p> +<p>All hands on board saw the coming squall and +looked at the captain for orders, but none came.</p> +<p>The yachts, favored by a strengthening breeze, +were pushed on to meet that which was sure to +come, and half-way over on the third stretch it +came on hard and struck the Defender.</p> +<p>Bang! slash! went the sails and the gallant +yacht swept well over on her side.</p> +<p>Again all looked to the captain, but he shook +his head.</p> +<p>“Reckon he wants to see what she can stand,” +whispered Jerry.</p> +<p>He was right. The captain, at the wheel, held +the yacht up to it, and held her true.</p> +<p>On and on they went, the sky growing blacker +and blacker as they proceeded.</p> +<p>Suddenly Jerry heard a crack like a pistol shot, +and looking forward saw that the standing part +of the bridle to the jib had parted. The seizing +pulled out and away went the sheets.</p> +<p>The sail snapped and cracked loudly, and in a +second more it carried away the club on the clew +of the jib. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_120' name='page_120'></a>120</span></p> +<p>“There she goes!” yelled somebody.</p> +<p>Hardly had he uttered these words when the +big sail split in half and hung flapping in the wind.</p> +<p>It was now utterly useless to the racing yacht.</p> +<p>A new sail must be set at once, but in that high +wind who would bring the old sail in?</p> +<p>“I’ll volunteer!” cried Jerry, as he sprang forward, +and Harry and Frank Lee came close on his +heels.</p> +<p>The crew hung back for a moment, and in that +time Jerry reached the flying sail.</p> +<p>He caught one end just as an extra heavy puff +of wind came on, and in a twinkle he was dragged +half overboard.</p> +<p>But now Harry and Frank Lee sprang to the +rescue, and then the regular crew came forward. +All worked like beavers, and soon the torn sail +was taken off.</p> +<p>Six minutes later a new sail was in place, and +on went the gallant Defender as speedily as before.</p> +<p>She carried herself well, and nothing was lost in +that blow but the jib.</p> +<p>In the meanwhile the Spray could not stand the +strain and ran on behind with all sails reefed.</p> +<p>“A great yacht,” said those on the other boats. +And the Defender stock went away up.</p> +<p>The captain praised Jerry for the quickness with +which he had taken hold of the torn sail and +steadied it. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_121' name='page_121'></a>121</span></p> +<p>“A loose sail on board a racing craft is a dangerous +thing,” he said, “for there is no telling how +much damage it will do.”</p> +<p>The squall was of short duration, not lasting +over seven minutes, if as long. It gathered +strength as it worked off shore, and some of the +pleasure boats received the full benefit of it.</p> +<p>As the Defender got within two miles of the finishing +line the breeze fell off.</p> +<p>Still the gallant craft held her own.</p> +<p>“The finish is in sight!” cried Jerry, presently.</p> +<p>He was right. A mile more and the race would +be over.</p> +<p>Those on board of the Spray did their best to +haul up to the Defender.</p> +<p>The effort did not avail them, for the Defender +gained steadily.</p> +<p>At last the line was crossed.</p> +<p>The Defender had won the race by a lead of over +half a mile, and she received a rousing reception.</p> +<p>Steam whistles blew their mightiest, flags waved, +and the crowd on the other boats shouted themselves +hoarse.</p> +<p>It was a great day, and one never to be forgotten.</p> +<p>“That settles it,” said Harry. “The Defender is +the champion yacht of the club.”</p> +<p>It was not long after this that the Whistler ran +up and took Jerry and Harry on board. Old Jack +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_122' name='page_122'></a>122</span> +Broxton had seen the race and was greatly +pleased.</p> +<p>The boys resolved to anchor the Whistler off the +upper shore of Long Lake that night.</p> +<p>“We’ll leave Jack in charge and take a trip +down to Harmony Beach,” suggested Harry.</p> +<p>This suited Jerry, and by half past six the two +boys were on board the open cars on their way to +the great Summer resort. They enjoyed the ride +very much, especially Jerry who had never been to +the beach before. They visited the hotels and had +supper, and then listened to a band concert.</p> +<p>It was after eleven o’clock before they were +ready to return to the Whistler.</p> +<p>As they were making their way back to the cars +Jerry caught Harry by the arm.</p> +<p>“Look! Look!”</p> +<p>Harry looked, and in a crowd of people saw +Wash Crosby. Not far away stood Si Peters.</p> +<p>Both were swaggering around as if they had +plenty of money and wanted everybody to know +it.</p> +<p>“What shall we do?” asked Harry.</p> +<p>“I hardly know,” replied Jerry. “I feel certain +in my mind that they robbed the Rockpoint Hotel +in spite of what the detectives think.”</p> +<p>“So do I. But we can’t prove it.”</p> +<p>The two boys resolved to watch Peters and +Crosby and try to overhear any private talk they +might have. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_123' name='page_123'></a>123</span></p> +<p>Peters and Crosby entered a large music hall and +sat down at one of the tables.</p> +<p>Motioning to Harry, our hero led the way to the +side of the building.</p> +<p>A board was off, and by standing near the +opening they could hear everything Si Peters and +Wash Crosby said.</p> +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-3.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 53px; height: 53px;' /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXI_WORDS_AND_BLOWS' id='XXI_WORDS_AND_BLOWS'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_124' name='page_124'></a>124</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXI.</h2> +<h3>WORDS AND BLOWS.</h3> +</div> + +<p>The very first words spoken by Si Peters confirmed +the young oarsman’s suspicious.</p> +<p>“What did you do with the valise, Wash?” he +asked.</p> +<p>“Left it on the yacht at the cove,” replied Wash +Crosby.</p> +<p>“That’s where you made a big mistake.”</p> +<p>“How so?” growled the toady.</p> +<p>“They might take it into their heads to search +the yacht.”</p> +<p>“Oh, I guess not.”</p> +<p>“We don’t want to run any chances of being +found out.”</p> +<p>“We’re all right; don’t worry.”</p> +<p>“Perhaps we are and perhaps we are not.”</p> +<p>“Oh, keep still, and let us enjoy the music,” +growled Crosby, for an orchestra was now +playing.</p> +<p>A waiter came up and Si Peters gave an order. +Jerry was quite sure he had ordered something +stronger than what he was in the habit of drinking +at home. It was evident that the bully of Rockpoint +had turned out even worse than before. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_125' name='page_125'></a>125</span></p> +<p>“What shall we do?” whispered Harry.</p> +<p>“We ought to inform the police.”</p> +<p>“Just my idea of it.”</p> +<p>“I don’t know if there are any officers around +here.”</p> +<p>“Oh, there must be.”</p> +<p>They looked around, but in the darkness no policeman +could be seen.</p> +<p>“You stay here and I’ll go hunt up somebody,” +said Jerry.</p> +<p>Scarcely had he spoken, however, when their attention +was attracted to a row that was taking +place in the concert hall. Two men were fighting, +and presently a chair flew through the air.</p> +<p>At once those sitting around tried to retire.</p> +<p>Peters and Crosby rushed out in the crowd, and +not to lose sight of the pair Jerry and Harry went +after them.</p> +<p>Fifty feet from the concert hall the four came +face to face. Si Peters started back, and Wash +Crosby wanted to run for it.</p> +<p>“Who—what?” stammered Peters.</p> +<p>“We have caught you,” said Jerry, boldly. +“You may as well give in.”</p> +<p>“What do you mean?”</p> +<p>“We know that that you robbed the Rockpoint +Hotel,” said Harry.</p> +<p>“It’s not so,” cried Crosby.</p> +<p>“Shut up!” hissed Si Peters. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_126' name='page_126'></a>126</span></p> +<p>Without warning he hit Jerry a sharp blow in +the face. Then he rushed at Harry and tripped +him up.</p> +<p>“Come on!” he yelled to Crosby “We must get +away!”</p> +<p>Like a deer he ran off, behind a large roller +coaster where all was dark.</p> +<p>Jerry stopped Peters, but only for a moment. +Heavy blows were exchanged and then Peters followed +his chum.</p> +<p>“They are gone, sure enough!” cried Harry, in +dismay.</p> +<p>And gone they were, swallowed up in the crowd +which surged on all sides of them.</p> +<p>Jerry and Harry searched in vain for the two +evil-doers and then hunted up the police and told +their story.</p> +<p>A watch was set, but Si Peters and Wash Crosby +managed to escape from the beach resort without +being detected.</p> +<p>Jerry and Harry returned to Lakeview with the +Whistler, and the report spread that Si Peters +and Wash Crosby had robbed the hotel.</p> +<p>At first Mr. Peters refused to believe it. He +came over to Jerry’s home, and threatened Mr. +Upton with a lawsuit.</p> +<p>But the farmer quickly silenced him.</p> +<p>“Don’t say a word to me, Mr. Peters,” he said. +“A boy that will try to tar and feather another +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_127' name='page_127'></a>127</span> +boy, and then set fire to a barn and burn up +cattle, isn’t none too good to rob a hotel.”</p> +<p>“My son is as good as yours!” growled Mr. +Peters, and went off in a perfect rage. But he +bothered the Uptons no more, nor did he go near +the Parkers.</p> +<p>The lake was searched, and the yacht found up +at the cove Si Peters had mentioned. On board +was found the valise taken from the hotel.</p> +<p>After this detectives were sent out to find the +two young rascals. But Si Peters and Wash +Crosby kept out of sight.</p> +<p>Yet the day of reckoning was not far off, as we +shall soon see.</p> +<p>About a week after this Harry invited Jerry to +a drive along the west shore of Lake Otasco.</p> +<p>As they bowled along they talked over all sorts +of matters, and presently Harry mentioned Si +Peters and Wash Crosby.</p> +<p>“I wonder if they are still hanging around +Harmony Beach?” he said.</p> +<p>“Oh, I don’t think they would dare,” replied +Jerry. “They must know by the newspapers that +the detectives are on their track.”</p> +<p>“I wish we could bring them to justice. It +would be a feather in our cap.”</p> +<p>“So it would, Harry. But I would rather have +the law do the work. I never want to have anymore +to do with either of them.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_128' name='page_128'></a>128</span></p> +<p>It did not take the two boys long to drive to the +lower end of the lake. Here the team was put up +at a livery stable, and the chums hired bathing +suits and houses, and spread themselves for a fine +dip in the lake.</p> +<p>The water was just right, and they enjoyed +every second of the half hour they allowed themselves.</p> +<p>It was eight o’clock in the evening before they +went to get their team again.</p> +<p>The moon was just coming up over the rim of +the lake and this promised them a splendid drive +back to Lakeview.</p> +<p>As Harry and our hero entered the turnout +two figures stole up from the back of the +barn.</p> +<p>The pair were Si Peters and Wash Crosby.</p> +<p>They ran on ahead, and as the boys waited to +settle with the livery stable keeper they soon disappeared.</p> +<p>Harry drove, and the young oarsman leaned +back and took it easy.</p> +<p>A mile was covered, and they were just passing a +clump of bushes when whizz! a stone came flying +into the carriage. It struck Jerry on the arm, +causing him to cry with pain.</p> +<p>“Who threw that?” he exclaimed.</p> +<p>Whizz! came another stone. It struck Harry +in the cheek, drawing blood. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_129' name='page_129'></a>129</span></p> +<p>“Whoa!” yelled Jerry, and while the horses were +still in motion, he leaped to the road.</p> +<p>He had noted the direction from which the +missiles came, and bound off, but behind the +bushes all was dark.</p> +<p>“Look out for yourself!” cried Harry.</p> +<p>He was busy with the horses, who were shying +first to one side and then to the other.</p> +<p>At first Jerry could see nothing, but soon he discovered +two forms in the semi-darkness.</p> +<p>He rushed over and found himself face to face +with Si Peters and Wash Crosby.</p> +<p>“Peters!” he ejaculated.</p> +<p>Scarcely had he spoken when a club was raised. +Jerry tried to avoid the descending blow, but was +only partly successful.</p> +<p>The club landed over his shoulder and neck and +he was more than half stunned.</p> +<p>“Come!” he heard Peters whisper to Crosby, +and then all became a confused whirl and he +pitched forward in the grass.</p> +<p>The two rascals ran out into the road.</p> +<p>“That for you, Harry Parker!” yelled Si +Peters, and struck Harry in the knee with the +club.</p> +<p>In the meantime Wash Crosby sprang half into +the carriage.</p> +<p>He made a grab at Harry’s gold watch chain.</p> +<p>The chain broke from the buttonhole and along +with it came Harry’s beautiful timepiece. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_130' name='page_130'></a>130</span></p> +<p>“I’ll keep this to remember you by!” cried +Wash Crosby in derision, and away he sped across +the highway and down a side road, with Si Peters +at his heels.</p> +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-8.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 70px; height: 71px;' /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXII_ANOTHER_BOAT_RACE' id='XXII_ANOTHER_BOAT_RACE'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_131' name='page_131'></a>131</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXII.</h2> +<h3>ANOTHER BOAT RACE.</h3> +</div> + +<p>The horses now demanded all of Harry’s attention. +One of them was bound to run away, +and the youth had all he could do to hold the +animal in check. But the lad knew what he was +doing and presently held them under complete +control.</p> +<p>Then our hero staggered out of the bushes with +his hand on his neck, where a big lump was +rising.</p> +<p>“Where are they?”</p> +<p>“Gone! Did they rob you, Jerry?”</p> +<p>“No.”</p> +<p>“Then you are in luck.”</p> +<p>“What do you mean, Harry?”</p> +<p>“Crosby took my gold watch and chain.”</p> +<p>“Never!”</p> +<p>“He did. Jerry, those two chaps have turned +nothing but common thieves,” went on Harry, +bitterly.</p> +<p>“It certainly looks so, Harry. What shall we +do now?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_132' name='page_132'></a>132</span></p> +<p>“Jump in and we’ll go after them.”</p> +<p>Jerry was soon beside Harry, and they turned +up the side road taken by the fugitives. The +moon was out full, making the way as light as +day, yet nothing was to be seen of the rascally +pair.</p> +<p>This was not to be wondered at, for after running +along the road but a few hundred feet, Si +Peters and Wash Crosby had taken to an open +field. Crossing this, they came out upon a railroad +track. A freight train was coming along +slowly, around the bend of the lake, and they had +had small trouble in boarding this. Inside of an +hour they were many miles away from the vicinity.</p> +<p>Jerry and Harry searched for the pair until midnight, +and then gave up the hunt and returned to +Lakeview. Once again the authorities were notified, +and the detectives started on a fresh hunt for +the evil-doers. Yet it was destined to be a long +time before Si Peters and Wash Crosby were heard +of again.</p> +<p>About this time the Lakeview boat club was +organizing another series of rowing races, and +both Harry and Jerry were easily persuaded to +enter a contest, which was to take place between a +number of local oarsmen.</p> +<p>A prize of a fine bicycle had been put up, also +several other articles of more or less value, and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_133' name='page_133'></a>133</span> +Jerry and Harry immediately went into training, +with a firm determination to win.</p> +<p>There were seven entries, all by young fellows of +Jerry’s age, and as the youth looked at his opponents +he felt that the race would be no easy one.</p> +<p>Saturday afternoon, the time appointed for the +contest, came, bright and clear, and it found the +lake front crowded to its utmost capacity. Many +came over from Rockpoint, but it was noticed that +those who had belonged to Si Peters’ crowd were +absent.</p> +<p>The race was to be two miles long, up the lake +and back again. The boats were all drawn up in +a line, and everything was made ready for a start. +Jerry was at one end of the line, with Harry at +the other, and the remaining five contestants between +them.</p> +<p>Bang! went the gun on the judges’ boat, and +away shot the seven rowers like one man; and the +race was begun.</p> +<p>For over half a mile the seven contestants kept +almost side by side. Then three of them were +seen to drop behind.</p> +<p>“Gravling is ahead!”</p> +<p>“Harry Parker is second.”</p> +<p>“Phil Raymond is a close third!”</p> +<p>“Jerry Upton is crawling up!”</p> +<p>So the shouting went on, as the four leaders +swept past. When the turning point was reached, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_134' name='page_134'></a>134</span> +Harry led, Raymond came second, Gravling third, +and Jerry fourth. The remaining three felt they +were out of the race, and rowed back to the boathouse.</p> +<p>“Good for you, Harry!”</p> +<p>“What’s the matter, Jerry? You’re not doing +as good as the day you beat Si Peters!”</p> +<p>“Hurry up, Gravling!”</p> +<p>“Pull for all you know how, Raymond!”</p> +<p>On and on came the four, their long blades +flashing brightly in the sunshine. They were making +fast time, and, no matter who won, the lake +record was likely to be broken.</p> +<p>Half way down the homestretch, Harry still led, +with Gravling but half a length behind him. A +length further back came Raymond and Jerry, +side by side.</p> +<p>But the terrific speed was now beginning to tell +upon Raymond, and slowly but surely he fell behind, +despite the urgings of his friends. Then +Jerry set to work to overtake Gravling.</p> +<p>“See Jerry Upton crawling up!”</p> +<p>“Oh, but isn’t that a beautiful stroke!”</p> +<p>“Gravling can’t shake him off!”</p> +<p>“They are a tie!”</p> +<p>The last cry was true. When still a dozen +lengths from the finish Jerry had overtaken Gravling. +But they did not remain tie long. Half a +dozen strokes and Jerry shot ahead and the bow +of his craft overlapped Harry’s stern. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_135' name='page_135'></a>135</span> +“Jerry Upton is second!”</p> +<p>“He’s going to shake up Harry Parker for first +place!”</p> +<p>On came the two friends, but now it was noticed +that Jerry, although he still rowed his best, seemed +to be losing his interest in the race.</p> +<p>“It will be no fun to beat Harry,” was the +thought which ran through his head; and then, +with a yell from three thousand throats, Harry +crossed the line a winner, with our hero not quite +half a boat length behind.</p> +<p>“Hurrah for Harry Parker!”</p> +<p>“Hurrah for Jerry Upton!”</p> +<p>Cheer after cheer rent the air, and both lads were +immediately surrounded by their friends. Jerry +was one of the first to shake his chum’s hand.</p> +<p>“You won it fairly, Harry,” he said. “What +kind of time did we make?”</p> +<p>He was greatly pleased to learn that the lake +record for two miles had been lowered by forty-three +seconds, and that he had helped lower it by +forty-two seconds.</p> +<p>That evening the club held a meeting, and Harry +was presented with the bicycle, something he had +been wishing for for some time. Jerry’s prize was +a silver watch and chain.</p> +<p>“This just suits me,” he said. “Now, when I’m +away from home, I’ll be able to tell what time it +is.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_136' name='page_136'></a>136</span></p> +<p>The celebration was at its height, when a message +came for Jerry from his home, stating that +his father had been kicked by one of the horses +and was badly injured.</p> +<p>This news shocked the youth a good deal, and +bidding his friends a hasty good-night, the young +oarsman set off for the farm on a run.</p> +<p>He found his father lying on a couch in the dining-room. +A doctor had just arrived, and he was +doing all that he could for the sufferer.</p> +<p>“Where did the horse kick him, mother?” he +questioned, hurriedly.</p> +<p>“In the side, right under the heart,” replied Mrs. +Upton. “Oh, I do trust it is not serious!”</p> +<p>“So do I. What can I do?”</p> +<p>“I don’t know. We must see what the doctor +says.”</p> +<p>The medical man, after a long examination, declared +that several ribs had been fractured, and +that Mr. Upton was suffering from shock. Some +medicine was administered, and the patient was +carefully carried upstairs and placed upon a +bed.</p> +<p>No one in the farmhouse slept that night. Mrs. +Upton sat by her husband’s side, and Jerry came +and went, ready to do anything that might be +asked of him.</p> +<p>Two days later the doctor pronounced the +wounded man out of danger. But his injuries +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_137' name='page_137'></a>137</span> +were severe, and it would be a long while before +Mr. Upton would be able to go around as before.</p> +<p>His enforced idleness made the farmer fret a +good deal. It was true that the harvest work on +the farm was over, but he had wished to do much +more.</p> +<p>“And I reckon that trip to New York is now +out of the question,” Jerry heard him say to Mrs. +Upton.</p> +<p>“Why, father, were you going to New York?” +asked the boy, in much curiosity.</p> +<p>“I had an idea that way, son,” returned Mr. +Upton, slowly. “I was going on business,” he +added, after a pause.</p> +<p>At this Jerry was more curious than ever. +New York was over two hundred miles from Lakeview, +and he had never heard of his parent having +business in the metropolis.</p> +<p>“You see it’s this way, Jerry,” said Mr. Upton, +noticing his look. “When your uncle Charley +died he left all his property to me. Some time +ago I was cleaning out one of his old trunks and +I ran across some deeds to property in California. +From what I can make out the land must be nigh +to the city of Sacramento.”</p> +<p>“And the property belongs to you?” cried +Jerry.</p> +<p>“No, I can’t say that exactly. As near as I can +figure it, your uncle Charley owned an interest in +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_138' name='page_138'></a>138</span> +it. The property was in the hands of a land +boomer named Alexander Slocum, and there was +a letter in the trunk from this Alexander Slocum +which was dated from New York. I think this +boomer holds other papers relating to the land, +and I was thinking of making a trip to New York +and hunting him up, if he is still there.”</p> +<p>“Why not let me go to New York in your place,” +suggested Jerry, quickly. It had always been the +ambition of his life to pay a visit to the great +metropolis.</p> +<p>“Well, I was kind of thinking of that, son,” +returned the sick man, slowly. “I’ll see about it +in a day or two.”</p> +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-4.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 124px; height: 81px;' /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXIII_JERRY_STARTS_ON_A_JOURNEY' id='XXIII_JERRY_STARTS_ON_A_JOURNEY'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_139' name='page_139'></a>139</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXIII.</h2> +<h3>JERRY STARTS ON A JOURNEY.</h3> +</div> + +<p>Now that the matter had once been talked over, +the young oarsman was very anxious to know all +about the property in California, and his mother +brought forth the deeds and other papers found +in the old trunk.</p> +<p>The boy studied the documents with care. He +knew but little of the law, yet he felt that if the +land mentioned in the papers was valuable his +father’s share, as heir to his uncle, must be considerable.</p> +<p>“I would like to ask Mr. Parker about this,” he +said to his folks, but Mr. Upton shook his head. +He was a very retired man and never brought his +affairs to the ears of any outsider.</p> +<p>“The whole thing might prove worthless,” he +said, “and then we would be laughed at by our +neighbors.”</p> +<p>“I’d risk it,” said Jerry, but his father only +shook his head again.</p> +<p>Nevertheless Mr. Upton appeared to be favorably +impressed with the idea of Jerry’s going to +New York to hunt up Alexander Slocum. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_140' name='page_140'></a>140</span></p> +<p>“It won’t do any harm,” he said to his wife. “I +have money for the fare in the house, and it will +give Jerry a chance to see a bit of the world.”</p> +<p>Mrs. Upton was doubtful, but when Jerry begged +to go she finally consented. Long talks about the +western land and Alexander Slocum followed, and +the youth prevailed upon his folks to let him take +the deeds and papers with him, promising that he +would take the best of care of them.</p> +<p>“And while I’m in New York I’m going to look +around for a situation, and earn a little money,” +said Jerry. “Who knows but what I may strike +even a better opening than that Mr. Parker has +promised me at his shoe factory.”</p> +<p>“It’s not likely a lad off the farm can strike +much,” smiled his mother, yet she was pleased at +Jerry’s earnestness.</p> +<p>Three days later Jerry was off, valise in hand. +He had bid good-bye to Harry and Blumpo, telling +them he was going to New York on some private +business for his father. His mother saw him +to the train and kissed him affectionately.</p> +<p>“Take good care of yourself, Jerry,” she said. +“And remember, New York is an entirely different +place from Lakeview or Rockpoint, and you must +have your eyes and ears open to avoid trouble.”</p> +<p>“I’ll take care of myself, don’t worry mother,” +and two minutes later the train came along and +he was off. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_141' name='page_141'></a>141</span></p> +<p>Yet it must be confessed that our hero felt just a +bit strange as he settled back in the cushioned +seat, with his valise beside him. He was going +over two hundred miles from home and among +total strangers.</p> +<p>“I suppose it will be different from knocking +around Lakeview, Rockpoint or even Long Lake,” +he mused. “I’ll have to brace up and watch myself, +or they’ll take me for a regular greeny.”</p> +<p>As the train moved on, Jerry revolved the situation +in his mind. He knew he would arrive in the +metropolis late in the afternoon, and determined +to seek a boarding-house first of all, knowing it +would be useless to hunt for any trace of Alexander +Slocum after office hours.</p> +<p>At last the run through green fields and small +towns and cities came to an end, and the train ran +into the Grand Central Depot at Forty-second +Street, and Jerry alighted in a crowd and made his +way to the street.</p> +<p>“Cab! coupe! This way for the Central Hotel! +Evening paper! Sun or World!”</p> +<p>A hundred cries seemed to start up all in an +instant, making Jerry’s ears ring. The rattle of +the carts and trucks on the pavement was also +new, and for the moment, the Lakeview boy did +not know which way to turn.</p> +<p>“Carry yer baggage?” queried a bare-foot boy, +and almost caught his valise from his hand. But +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_142' name='page_142'></a>142</span> +the young oarsman pulled it back and shook his +head, and got out of the crowd as quickly as he +could, starting eastward for he had heard that +the cheaper boarding houses lay in that direction.</p> +<p>It was not long before the boy came to several +places which displayed the sign, Boarding. But +the first two were too elegant, and Jerry passed +them without stopping. Then came a third, and +ascending the steps Jerry rang the bell.</p> +<p>An elderly lady answered the summons, a sharp-faced +woman with powdered hair.</p> +<p>“You take boarders here?” queried Jerry.</p> +<p>“We do, young man,” she answered, in a voice +that made our hero far from comfortable.</p> +<p>“I expect to stay in New York a week or two, +and I—”</p> +<p>“We don’t take transients,” she snapped. +“Only regular boarders with first-class references,” +and she shut the door in Jerry’s face.</p> +<p>He was glad enough to escape to the pavement, +feeling satisfied that he would not have cared to +have boarded there, even had she been willing to +take him in.</p> +<p>A block further on was another place, a modest +brick residence, set back behind a small plot of +green. Thinking this looked inviting, and not +reasoning that the spot of green was as valuable +as a brown-stone building would have been, +Jerry entered the garden and made known his +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_143' name='page_143'></a>143</span> +wants to the servant who was dusting the piazza +chairs.</p> +<p>She called the lady of the house, who on hearing +what Jerry had to say, smiled in a motherly way.</p> +<p>“I hardly think I can take you in, my boy,” she +said. “Do you know how much I charge a week?”</p> +<p>“No, ma’am.”</p> +<p>“Twelve to fifteen dollars for a single room and +not less than ten otherwise.”</p> +<p>Jerry almost gasped for breath.</p> +<p>“That is twice what I can afford to pay,” he +returned. “Gracious! I had no idea rates were so +high.”</p> +<p>“That is not high, here in New York. But perhaps +I can direct you to a place that will suit. I +have a friend three blocks over. Here is her card,” +and she handed it over.</p> +<p>Thanking her, the young oarsman got out without +delay. He was glad she had directed him, for +now he was certain he would at least strike a place +that would fit his pocket-book.</p> +<p>Jerry went on until he came to an avenue down +which the elevated cars were running. They were +a great novelty and he paused on the corner to +watch several of the trains rattle along overhead.</p> +<p>As Jerry was about to move on, he heard a wild +cry of alarm from the second story window of a +house opposite. Looking in the direction, he saw +a girl pointing up the street to where a baby-carriage +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_144' name='page_144'></a>144</span> +had rolled from the pavement to the +gutter, overturning itself and spilling a little child +into the street.</p> +<p>The youth ran in the direction with the idea of +picking the child up. As he did this an ice-wagon +came along at a furious speed, the driver on the +seat trying in vain to stop his horse.</p> +<p>The ice-wagon was heading directly for the child +and unless something was done the little one +would be run over and most likely killed. With +his heart in his throat our hero threw down his +valise and leaped to the rescue. In another instant +the runaway horse was fairly on top of the +lad.</p> +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-3.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 53px; height: 53px;' /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXIV_THE_WORK_OF_A_REAL_HERO' id='XXIV_THE_WORK_OF_A_REAL_HERO'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_145' name='page_145'></a>145</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXIV.</h2> +<h3>THE WORK OF A REAL HERO.</h3> +</div> + +<p>Jerry’s heart was in his throat when he sprang +to the rescue of the little child in the street. He +saw that the horse attached to the ice-wagon +could not be stopped and realized only too well +what it meant should he be struck down.</p> +<p>Yet the sight of that innocent face nerved him +on, and in less time than it takes to write it he +had the child in his arms. Clinging to the little +one, he flung himself backward, and like a flash +the horse sprang past, dragging the ice-wagon +so close that the wheels scraped his leg.</p> +<p>A shout went up from the crowd, but Jerry did +not hear what was said. Staggering up, he ran +back to the sidewalk, leaving the baby-carriage +a wreck behind him.</p> +<p>In another moment the girl who had given the +first cry of alarm was at Jerry’s side.</p> +<p>“Is he hurt? Is little Tommy hurt?” she cried, +as she snatched the youngster from Jerry’s arms.</p> +<p>“Me fell in the dirt,” lisped the little one. “Me +ain’t hurt, but me awful dirty.”</p> +<p>“Never mind the dirt, dear,” cried the girl. “I +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_146' name='page_146'></a>146</span> +am thankful you escaped. Mary, why didn’t you +take better care of him?”</p> +<p>The last words were addressed to an Irish girl +who had just sauntered up.</p> +<p>“I went to get a hoky-poky at the corner,” replied +the girl. “I don’t care to mind yer brother +any more anyway,” she added, and darted out of +sight into the crowd.</p> +<p>Seeing the little boy was uninjured, the crowd +moved on, and presently the young oarsman found +himself alone with the girl, who appeared to be +several years older than himself.</p> +<p>“You are a brave boy,” she said, warmly. “I +would like to reward you, but I am poor.”</p> +<p>“I don’t want any reward,” replied Jerry, +stoutly. “It was a close shave, though.”</p> +<p>“You look like a stranger around here.”</p> +<p>“I am—I just arrived in New York and I am +looking for a boarding-house. Can you tell me +where this one is?” and Jerry showed her the card +the lady had given him.</p> +<p>“Oh, yes; it is one block over to your left—a +real nice house, too. May I ask your name?”</p> +<p>“Jerry Upton.”</p> +<p>“Mine is Nellie Ardell, and this is my brother +Tommy. We are alone here.”</p> +<p>“Haven’t you any folks?”</p> +<p>“No. Mother was with us up to last winter, but +she had consumption and died.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_147' name='page_147'></a>147</span></p> +<p>The tears stood in Nellie Ardell’s eyes as she +spoke. Jerry saw at once that she had had a hard +struggle of it.</p> +<p>“What do you do for a living?” he ventured to +ask.</p> +<p>“I do sewing and mending for my neighbors—principally +mending for the girls who work in the +stores.”</p> +<p>“And can you make much that way?”</p> +<p>“Not a great deal. But I try to make enough +to pay the rent and store bills. May I ask what +you are going to do in New York?”</p> +<p>“I came to find a real estate dealer named Alexander +Slocum. I want to see him about some +property left by my uncle to my father. Have you +ever heard of him?”</p> +<p>“Heard of him?” she cried in surprise. “He is +my landlord.”</p> +<p>Jerry was dumfounded by this unexpected bit of +information.</p> +<p>“You are certain?”</p> +<p>“Why, of course I am. He was around to see +me only day before yesterday about the rent. I +am a bit behind, and I had to put him off.”</p> +<p>“And what kind of a man is he?”</p> +<p>“I think he is very hard-hearted. But then, +that may be because I am behind in my payment. +He threatened to put me out of my rooms if I +didn’t pay when he called again.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_148' name='page_148'></a>148</span></p> +<p>“How many rooms have you?”</p> +<p>“Only two, and I pay six dollars a month for +them.”</p> +<p>“And how far behind are you?”</p> +<p>“I only owe for the month.”</p> +<p>“And he won’t trust you even that long? He +certainly must be mean,” Jerry rejoined warmly.</p> +<p>“You said something about property belonging +to your father,” said Nellie Ardell. “Has Mr. +Slocum an interest in it?”</p> +<p>“He has and he hasn’t,” the boy replied, and he +told his story in a few words as they walked along +to the entrance of the house in which she lived.</p> +<p>“Well, I trust you get your right, Jerry Upton,” +said the girl. “Come and see me some time.”</p> +<p>“I will,” and after Jerry had procured Alexander +Slocum’s office address from her, the pair +separated.</p> +<p>Jerry was very thoughtful as he proceeded on +his way. By a turn of fortune he had gotten on +Slocum’s track much quicker than expected. The +question was, how should he best approach the +man?</p> +<p>“I’ll settle that after I have procured a boarding +place,” he thought, and hurried to the address +given him.</p> +<p>Mrs. Price, the landlady, was a very nice old +person. She had a top room in the back she said +she would let with board, for five dollars a week, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_149' name='page_149'></a>149</span> +and Jerry closed with her without delay, paying +for one week in advance.</p> +<p>This finished, our hero found he was hungry, +and after a washing-up, ate supper with a relish. +He could not help but notice that the vegetables +and milk served were not as fresh as those at +home, but remembered he was now in the city and +not on a farm, and did not complain.</p> +<p>Mrs. Price had taken in another new boarder +that day, a tall, slim man, possibly thirty years +of age. He was introduced as Mr. Wakefield +Smith, and he did all he could to make himself +popular. Jerry felt that a good bit of his pleasantry +was forced, but as there was no use in finding +fault, he became quite friendly with the man.</p> +<p>“Supposing we take a walk out together this +evening?” Wakefield Smith suggested. “No +doubt you would like to see the sights.”</p> +<p>“I’ll go out for an hour or so,” answered the +young oarsman, and they started while it was yet +light.</p> +<p>Mr. Wakefield Smith knew the metropolis from +end to end, and as the pair covered block after +block, he pointed out various buildings. He +smoked constantly, and several times invited +Jerry to have a cigar, but the youth declined.</p> +<p>“Supposing we have a drink, then?” he urged.</p> +<p>Again Jerry declined, which made the man +frown. He insisted Jerry should at least have +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_150' name='page_150'></a>150</span> +some soda water with him, and at last the boy +accepted, and they entered rather a modest looking +drug store on a side street.</p> +<p>“Hullo! what’s that crowd on the street?” exclaimed +Mr. Wakefield Smith, as the glasses were +set out, and as Jerry looked out of the doorway +he fancied the man shoved up close to where his +glass was standing and made a movement as if to +throw something into it.</p> +<p>Jerry saw nothing unusual in the street, and the +man’s manner made him suspicious, so that he +hesitated about drinking the soda. He swallowed +a small portion of it and threw the remainder in a +corner.</p> +<p>“What’s the matter, don’t you like it?” demanded +Wakefield Smith, almost roughly.</p> +<p>“No, it’s bitter.”</p> +<p>“Humph!” He growled something under his +breath. “I’ll not treat you again,” he went on, as +they came out on the street.</p> +<p>What Jerry had taken of the soda had made his +head ache, and this caused the young oarsman to +grow more suspicious than ever. He had read in +a daily paper about folks being drugged by friendly +strangers, and resolved to be on guard.</p> +<p>The pair passed on the distance of a block, and +then Jerry announced his intention of returning +home to the boarding-house.</p> +<p>“Oh, don’t go yet,” urged Mr. Wakefield Smith. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_151' name='page_151'></a>151</span> +“Come on across the way. There are some beautiful +pictures in an art store window I want to +show you. One of the pictures is worth ten thousand +dollars.”</p> +<p>He caught our hero by the arm and hurried him +over the way and into the crowd. Jerry was +jostled to the right and left, and it was fully a +minute before he squeezed himself out to a clear +spot. Then he looked around for Mr. Wakefield +Smith, but the man was gone.</p> +<p>Like a flash Jerry felt something had gone +wrong. He put his hand in his pocket. His +money was missing!</p> +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-8.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 70px; height: 71px;' /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXV_A_FRUITLESS_SEARCH' id='XXV_A_FRUITLESS_SEARCH'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_152' name='page_152'></a>152</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXV.</h2> +<h3>A FRUITLESS SEARCH.</h3> +</div> + +<p>“Less than half a day in New York and robbed! +Oh, what a greeny I have been!”</p> +<p>Thus Jerry groaned to himself as he searched +first one pocket and then another. It was all to +no purpose, the money was gone and he was left +absolutely penniless.</p> +<p>The young oarsman was certain that Mr. Wakefield +Smith had robbed him. He had been wary of +the man from the start, and now blamed himself +greatly for having given the rascal the chance to +take the pocket-book.</p> +<p>Without loss of time Jerry darted into the +crowd again, looking in every direction for the +thief. He was so eager, he ran plump into an old +gentleman, knocking his silk hat to the pavement.</p> +<p>“Hi! hi! stop, you young rascal!” puffed the +man, as Jerry stooped and restored the tile to +him. “What do you mean by running into me in +this fashion?”</p> +<p>“Excuse me, but I have been robbed! I want to +catch the thief.”</p> +<p>“Robbed?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_153' name='page_153'></a>153</span></p> +<p>“Yes, sir.”</p> +<p>The gentleman nervously felt to see if his money +and watch were safe. Several others heard the +words, and they gathered around Jerry.</p> +<p>“Who robbed you?”</p> +<p>“How much did you have?”</p> +<p>“Why didn’t you hold the thief?”</p> +<p>Before Jerry could answer any of the questions +a policeman came forward and touched him on +the shoulder.</p> +<p>“Are you the boy said he was robbed?”</p> +<p>“Yes, sir.”</p> +<p>“What were you robbed of?”</p> +<p>“A pocket-book containing nearly thirty dollars.”</p> +<p>“Did you see the thief?”</p> +<p>“I believe it was a man I was walking with. He +called himself Wakefield Smith.”</p> +<p>The policeman questioned Jerry closely, and +then took a good look around for the individual. +Later on, boy and officer walked to Mrs. Price’s +boarding-house.</p> +<p>Here it was learned that Mr. Wakefield Smith +had not paid any board money, giving as an +excuse that he had nothing less than a one-hundred-dollar +bill and that he would pay in the +morning. It also came to light that he had walked +out with Mrs. Price’s silver-handled umbrella, +worth eight dollars. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_154' name='page_154'></a>154</span></p> +<p>“The villain!” she cried. “I hope the police +catch him!”</p> +<p>“You don’t wish it more than I do,” returned +the young oarsman, dolefully. “He took my last +dollar.”</p> +<p>Acting on the policeman’s advice, Jerry walked +around to the nearest precinct station and made +a complaint, giving the best description of Mr. +Wakefield Smith he could.</p> +<p>“We will do our best to capture him,” said the +captain in charge, and with this promise the +youth had to be content.</p> +<p>My readers can imagine our hero did not spend +a restful night. He lay awake for several hours +speculating on the turn affairs had taken. His +board was paid for a week, but that was all. He +did not even have money to pay car fare back to +Lakeview.</p> +<p>“I wonder what mother and father would say +if they knew?” he thought. “I won’t let them +know until there’s nothing else to do.”</p> +<p>Jerry arose early the next day and got breakfast +before any of the other boarders.</p> +<p>“I must find something to do without delay,” +he explained to Mrs Price. “A fellow without a +dollar in his pocket can’t afford to remain idle.”</p> +<p>“You have a week’s board coming to you,” she +said, with a faint smile.</p> +<p>“Yes, but I haven’t even the price of a car fare +in my pocket.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_155' name='page_155'></a>155</span></p> +<p>“Well, Mr. Upton, I like your looks, and if +you’ll accept it I’ll loan you a couple of dollars. +I suppose it was partly my fault that Smith robbed +you. But don’t blame me, I’ve suffered, too.”</p> +<p>“I will accept the loan gladly, Mrs. Price. I +don’t like to go around without a cent. I will +pay you back as soon as I can.”</p> +<p>“I know you will. I may have been deceived in +that Smith, but I am certain I am not in you,” +added the landlady.</p> +<p>With the two dollars tucked away in a safe +place, Jerry left the house. He knew it would be +useless to go to Alexander Slocum’s office at such +an early hour, and determined to look around in +the hope of striking something whereby he might +earn at least enough money to last him while +stopping in New York.</p> +<p>“I won’t write home unless I have to,” he muttered +to himself. “My time is my own and I’ll +make the most of it while I’m here.”</p> +<p>Getting one of the dollar bills changed, Jerry +bought a morning paper and looked over the +Help Wanted—Males—column, and noted several +addresses.</p> +<p>“I’ll try them and lose no time,” he thought, +and hurried to the nearest store where a boy was +wanted.</p> +<p>He was surprised to find a dozen applicants +ahead of him. Worse than that, a boy had already +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_156' name='page_156'></a>156</span> +been hired; so all of the others were forced +to leave.</p> +<p>Jerry next tried a florist’s establishment. But +here a boy was wanted who understood the city +thoroughly, and he was quickly told he would not +do.</p> +<p>Jerry walked from one place to another for three +hours without success. Somewhat disheartened, +he strolled into a park close to Broadway and sat +down.</p> +<p>The situation was certainly a serious one, and +the young oarsman was decidedly sober in mind +as he sat there, staring vacantly at the hurrying +throng.</p> +<p>“Well, young man, how did you make out last +night?”</p> +<p>The question came from a bench just behind +Jerry. Looking around, he saw sitting there the +gentleman he had run into while trying to find +Wakefield Smith.</p> +<p>“I didn’t make out at all, sir.”</p> +<p>“Couldn’t find him, eh?”</p> +<p>“No, sir.”</p> +<p>“Those pickpockets are slick chaps, and no mistake,” +went on the gentleman.</p> +<p>“Did you lose much?”</p> +<p>“All I had—nearly thirty dollars.”</p> +<p>“Phew! that is too bad. Well, I wouldn’t sit +down to mope about it. You might as well get +to work and earn the amount over again.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_157' name='page_157'></a>157</span></p> +<p>“The trouble is, I can’t find any work,” answered +the boy, earnestly. “I would work fast enough +if I could only find it to do.”</p> +<p>“You are out of a situation?”</p> +<p>“Yes, sir.”</p> +<p>“Since when?”</p> +<p>“Since I came to New York,” answered Jerry.</p> +<p>“You are about as bad off as I was some forty +years ago,” said the man, with a broad smile. +“At that time I found myself in this city, with +just twenty-five cents in my pocket. But I struck +employment, and rose from one place to another +until now I am my own master, with a +bookbinding-shop where I employ nearly fifty +hands.”</p> +<p>As he spoke he gazed at Jerry curiously.</p> +<p>“You were going to ask me for a job, weren’t +you?” he went on, and Jerry nodded. “What +can you do?”</p> +<p>“I’m not used to any such work, sir. But you’ll +find me willing and strong—and honest. I would +like to earn a little before I went back to my +home.”</p> +<p>“Well, those three qualities you mention are +sure to win, my boy. Perhaps I can find an opening +for you. Here comes a friend I have been +waiting for. I am going out of town with him. +Call at my shop to-morrow morning, if you don’t +strike anything in the meantime.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_158' name='page_158'></a>158</span></p> +<p>And, handing out his card, Mr. Islen walked +rapidly away.</p> +<p>Fifteen minutes later found Jerry on the way to +Alexander Slocum’s office. In an inner pocket he +carried the papers his father had unearthed from +the trunk in the garret at home.</p> +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-9.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 70px; height: 69px;' /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXVI_ALEXANDER_SLOCUM_IS_ASTONISHED' id='XXVI_ALEXANDER_SLOCUM_IS_ASTONISHED'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_159' name='page_159'></a>159</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXVI.</h2> +<h3>ALEXANDER SLOCUM IS ASTONISHED.</h3> +</div> + +<p>Jerry felt that his mission to the real estate +man was a delicate one. What would he have to +say when he learned who the youth was and what +he had come for?</p> +<p>The boy resolved to be on guard. He might be +from the country and green, but no one should +catch him napping, as had Mr. Wakefield Smith.</p> +<p>The distance to the address furnished by Nellie +Ardell was nearly a dozen blocks, but Jerry was +used to walking and made the journey on foot.</p> +<p>The young oarsman found Alexander Slocum’s +set of offices located on the top floor of an old-fashioned +four-story office building. There was an +elevator, however, and this Jerry used and soon +found himself in front of a ground-glass door, +which bore the sign:</p> +<div class='ce'> +<p><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Alexander Slocum</span>,</p> +<p>Real Estate and Fire Insurance.</p> +<p>Loans Negotiated.</p> +</div> + +<p>There was a hum of voices from within, but the +hum ceased as Jerry knocked. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_160' name='page_160'></a>160</span></p> +<p>“Come in,” was the short invitation, and the +boy entered, to find a large apartment, comfortably +furnished with desks, stuffed chairs and +other things which went to show that the man he +had come to interview was doing well.</p> +<p>Near an open window sat two gentlemen dressed +in black. One was much older than the other, and +Jerry rightfully guessed that he was an office +assistant.</p> +<p>The other man was well preserved, with a waxed +mustache and piercing black eyes. He held a silk +hat in his hand, as if he had been on the point of +leaving.</p> +<p>“Well, young man, what can I do for you?” +questioned the office assistant, as he regarded +Jerry indifferently.</p> +<p>“I came to see Mr. Alexander Slocum,” replied +our hero.</p> +<p>“I am Mr. Slocum,” put in the other man. +“What is it you want?”</p> +<p>“I came to see you on a bit of private business, +sir.”</p> +<p>“Yes. Well, Mr. Casey here knows all about +my affairs; so you need have no hesitation in +speaking in front of him,” laughed the real estate +man somewhat harshly.</p> +<p>“I am Jerry Upton, and I came from Lakeview. +My uncle, Charles Upton, who is now dead, was +once interested in a colonization land scheme that +you started.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_161' name='page_161'></a>161</span></p> +<p>Jerry watch Mr. Slocum narrowly as he spoke, +and saw that the man was greatly astonished. +He started back, and for an instant the assuring +look his face wore faded.</p> +<p>“Jerry Upton from Lakeview,” he murmured +slowly. Then he cleared his throat. “I—I did +not expect to see you.”</p> +<p>“I suppose not, sir.”</p> +<p>“What is it you want?”</p> +<p>“I want to find out how matters stand in regard +to the land in California. My father heard +you had gone to Europe.”</p> +<p>“I did go to Europe, but not to escape inquiry,” +added Slocum, hastily. “You see, that scheme +failed utterly,” he went on slowly. “Why, I lost +nearly every dollar I possessed in it. What your +uncle lost was nothing in comparison.”</p> +<p>“It was to him, Mr. Slocum. To whom does +the land belong?”</p> +<p>“Why, it—er—it reverted to its original owners, +some mine speculators of Denver.”</p> +<p>“Where is the land located?”</p> +<p>“Not far from the city of Sacramento.”</p> +<p>“Can’t you give me the precise location?”</p> +<p>At this Alexander Slocum glared at our hero +savagely.</p> +<p>“It would do you no good to spend money on +hunting the matter up,” he answered. “That +affair was settled long ago. The money was lost, +and that is all there is to it.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_162' name='page_162'></a>162</span></p> +<p>“Not if I know it, Mr. Slocum. I intend to sift +the matter to the bottom. I am convinced that +all was not carried out as it should have been.”</p> +<p>“You appear to be a very foolish boy.”</p> +<p>“That may be your opinion, but it won’t alter +my intention. I have my uncle’s papers with me, +and, unless you will give me some particulars of +how the scheme fell through, I shall place the matter +in the hands of a lawyer.”</p> +<p>Alexander Slocum winced at this, and Jerry +fancied he was hard struck. He made a movement +as if to clutch the youth by the arm, then drew +back.</p> +<p>“You have your uncle’s papers?” he asked +cautiously.</p> +<p>“Yes. My father is his sole heir.”</p> +<p>“I should like to see them. Perhaps I spoke +hastily; but really you are mistaken in thinking +it can be of any use to bring that old deal up +again. The money was lost, and there is no +chance of getting it back again.”</p> +<p>“But, either you are responsible for the amount, +or else my uncle’s interest in the land still holds +good,” said Jerry.</p> +<p>“Let me see the papers.”</p> +<p>Mr. Slocum made a movement as if to take +them. But Jerry drew back and shook his head.</p> +<p>“I prefer not to let them go out of my possession.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_163' name='page_163'></a>163</span></p> +<p>“Do you mean to say you won’t trust me?”</p> +<p>“You can put it that way, if you wish, Mr. +Slocum.”</p> +<p>The real estate man bit his lip. Then he made a +movement to his assistant, who at once slid behind +Jerry, towards the door.</p> +<p>“What are you going to do?” the young oarsman +asked, in alarm.</p> +<p>Without replying, the assistant locked the door +and slipped the key into his pocket.</p> +<p>“Don’t grow excited,” said Alexander Slocum, +coldly. “I want to see those papers, that’s all. +Show them to me at once!”</p> +<p>Like a flash Jerry realized he was trapped by the +enemy.</p> +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-18.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 67px; height: 75px;' /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXVII_JERRY_S_CLEVER_ESCAPE' id='XXVII_JERRY_S_CLEVER_ESCAPE'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_164' name='page_164'></a>164</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXVII.</h2> +<h3>JERRY’S CLEVER ESCAPE.</h3> +</div> + +<p>Jerry saw at once that things were growing +warm. From the look on his face it was plain to +see that Alexander Slocum was in deadly earnest +when he said he wanted to see those papers.</p> +<p>His manner made our hero feel that the papers +would not be safe in his hands. If he gave them +up he might never see them again, and without +the documents the claim on the land in California +would fall flat.</p> +<p>“Did you hear what I said, Upton? I want you +to let me see those papers,” Slocum went on, after +a second of intense silence.</p> +<p>“What do you mean by locking that door?” +Jerry demanded of the elderly assistant, without +paying any attention to the real estate dealer’s +words.</p> +<p>Casey made no response. Instead, he took his +stand by his employer’s side, as if awaiting further +orders.</p> +<p>“You act as if you were afraid of me,” sneered +Slocum. “I won’t hurt you.”</p> +<p>“You won’t—not if I can help it,” answered +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_165' name='page_165'></a>165</span> +Jerry. “But I want you to unlock that door. I +am not to be treated as a prisoner.”</p> +<p>“I only wanted to secure us against interruption. +So many agents come up here, and they +are a regular nuisance.”</p> +<p>Slocum advanced and held out his hand, as if expecting +Jerry would drop the precious papers into +it. Instead, the boy retreated and took up a position +behind a flat-top desk in the centre of the +office.</p> +<p>At this the real estate dealer grew furious behind +his well-waxed mustache. He had expected +to intimidate our hero easily, and now he was +nonplused.</p> +<p>“Are you going to let me see those papers?” he +fumed.</p> +<p>“No; at least not now.”</p> +<p>“Why not?”</p> +<p>“I prefer not to answer that question.”</p> +<p>“You think you have a case against me—that +you can place me in a tight hole.”</p> +<p>“Well, if all is straight you have nothing to +fear.”</p> +<p>“Don’t preach to me, boy. All is straight. I +lost my money as well as the others did.”</p> +<p>“This doesn’t look as if you had lost much,” +ventured Jerry, as he glanced about the elegant +apartment.</p> +<p>“Oh, I have made money since, in a lucky real +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_166' name='page_166'></a>166</span> +estate deal in Brooklyn. I won’t keep your +papers.”</p> +<p>“I want that door unlocked.”</p> +<p>Slocum muttered something under his breath, +and his face grew suddenly red. Like a flash he +placed his hands on the flat desk and leaped over +it.</p> +<p>“I’ll bring you to terms, you young country +fool!” he cried, and made a clutch for Jerry’s +collar.</p> +<p>Had our hero not turned like a flash he would +have had the lad. But Jerry was on guard and +fled to the office door. Raising his foot he gave +the barrier a kick that caused it to crack heavily.</p> +<p>“Stop that!”</p> +<p>“I won’t. Let me out, or I’ll kick the door +down.”</p> +<p>“Casey, catch the young rascal!” cried Slocum. +“I’m going to teach him a thing or two.”</p> +<p>Anxious to obey the command of the man who +held him completely under his thumb, Casey ran +forward. Seeing him coming, Jerry fled behind a +large screen. Here rested a heavy cane, and he +picked it up and brandished it over his head.</p> +<p>“Keep back! Advance at your peril.”</p> +<p>“I’m afraid to go near the young fool,” said +Casey.</p> +<p>“I’ll fix him. Stand aside. I never yet saw +the boy that could get the best of me,” muttered +Alexander Slocum. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_167' name='page_167'></a>167</span></p> +<p>“He may kill you, Mr. Slocum.”</p> +<p>“I’ll risk it.”</p> +<p>Running around the desk, the real estate dealer +came for the young oarsman. As he approached, +the boy pushed the screen against him and he went +down, with the heavy object on top of him.</p> +<p>“You—you villain!” he spluttered.</p> +<p>To this Jerry made no answer. Taking advantage +of the time afforded him, he looked around +for some means of escaping his enemies. To remain +a moment longer in the office he felt would +be perilous in the extreme.</p> +<p>Near the corner to which Jerry had retreated +was an open window. Glancing out of it he saw +that the roof of the next building was but six or +eight feet below the window sill.</p> +<p>Without stopping to think twice, our hero +leaped out of the window and on to the roof +below.</p> +<p>“Stop! stop!”</p> +<p>Both Slocum and his assistant called after +Jerry, but he paid no attention. Leaving the +vicinity of the window, he ran along the roof to +the rear. Here there was an addition to a tin-shop +underneath, and he dropped down and found +himself within twelve feet of a narrow alleyway.</p> +<p>“Are you coming back?” bawled Alexander +Slocum; and then, as Jerry let himself down over +the edge of the roof, he suddenly disappeared +from the window. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_168' name='page_168'></a>168</span></p> +<p>Guessing he was coming down to head him off, +the youth lost no time in dropping to the ground.</p> +<p>Once down, it was an easy matter to gain the +street. As he came out on the pavement, Slocum +came running up all out of breath.</p> +<p>“You’re a fine boy!” he cried. “Come back to +the office, and let us talk matters over.”</p> +<p>“Not to-day,” answered Jerry. “I’ve had +enough of a dose for the present.”</p> +<p>“You are making a mistake.”</p> +<p>“I don’t intend to put my head into the lion’s +mouth.”</p> +<p>While the two were speaking Casey came up, +and, as the two appeared as if they wanted to +drag Jerry back into the building just left, the +youth retreated.</p> +<p>Alexander Slocum followed for a block, and then +gave up the chase. Seeing this, Jerry walked on +more leisurely.</p> +<p>Our hero’s visit to the real estate dealer had set +him to thinking deeply. The man’s anxiety concerning +the papers made the boy feel sure there +was more at the bottom of the land speculation +than either his parents or he had suspected.</p> +<p>Perhaps the land was still held by this man and +was of great value. If this was so how was he to +go to work to establish his father’s claim?</p> +<p>Pondering over the affair, the young oarsman +thought of Mr. Randolph Islen and of his kindness. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_169' name='page_169'></a>169</span> +He resolved to tell that gentleman his story +and see what he would have to say.</p> +<p>This conclusion reached, Jerry felt in his inner +pocket to see if the precious papers were still safe. +To his horror they were gone.</p> +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-3.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 53px; height: 53px;' /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXVIII_SOMETHING_ABOUT_A_TRAMP' id='XXVIII_SOMETHING_ABOUT_A_TRAMP'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_170' name='page_170'></a>170</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXVIII.</h2> +<h3>SOMETHING ABOUT A TRAMP.</h3> +</div> + +<p>“Gone!”</p> +<p>The cry burst involuntarily from Jerry’s lips, +and for the moment his heart seemed to stop beating. +The precious papers were missing.</p> +<p>What had become of them? With great haste +he hunted all of his pockets, not once but a dozen +times. Then he felt in the linings, and in fact in +all places where the packet might have become +concealed.</p> +<p>It was useless; they were gone; that was all +there was to it.</p> +<p>Had he dropped them in Slocum’s office, or during +his hasty flight to the alleyway?</p> +<p>Our hero retraced his steps, with eyes bent to +the ground, in hopes that they would be found +lying on the walk. In doing this he ran into +half a dozen folks, many of whom did not take +kindly to the collision.</p> +<p>“Look where you are going, boy.”</p> +<p>“Hunting for a pin or gold dollars?”</p> +<p>Jerry paid no attention to the remarks. Reaching +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_171' name='page_171'></a>171</span> +the alleyway, he turned into it and continued +the search, but without success.</p> +<p>“Say, wot yer doin’ in here?”</p> +<p>The question was asked by a youth in the tin-shop. +He was red-headed and had a freckled face, +but not an unpleasant one.</p> +<p>“I was looking for something I lost,” said the +young oarsman. “Have you seen anything in +here of a flat, white package with a black shoestring +tied around it?”</p> +<p>“Why, yes, I did,” he answered.</p> +<p>“And where is it?”</p> +<p>“A tramp had it. I saw him walk out of der +alley wid it not five minutes ago.”</p> +<p>“A tramp? What kind of a looking man?”</p> +<p>“Tall and thin, with a grizzly beard. Oh, he +was a regular bum.”</p> +<p>“Where did he go?”</p> +<p>“Up the street, I think. Was the bundle valuable?”</p> +<p>“Indeed it was, to me,” replied Jerry, and hurried +off.</p> +<p>He could see nothing of any tramp, and, after +dodging around among the trucks for several +minutes, returned to the youth.</p> +<p>“Please describe that tramp to me, will you?” +asked Jerry, and the tinner’s boy did so, as well +as he was able.</p> +<p>“I think da call him Crazy Jim,” he concluded. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_172' name='page_172'></a>172</span> +“He don’t come down here very often. He +belongs uptown somewhere.”</p> +<p>“Well, if you ever see him again, please let me +know. My name is Jerry Upton, and here is my +address,” and our hero handed it over.</p> +<p>“All right, I will. My name is Jerry Martin. +Wot was in de package?”</p> +<p>“Some papers belonging to my father.”</p> +<p>The boy wanted to question Jerry for further +particulars, but the young oarsman did not care +to say too much, and hurried off, to seek the +tramp again.</p> +<p>That evening found our hero at Mrs. Price’s, +footsore and downhearted. He had seen nothing +of Crazy Jim, and it looked as if the precious +packet was gone for good.</p> +<p>Jerry could not help but wonder what Alexander +Slocum’s next move would be. Would the man +endeavor to hunt him out or would he write to +his father?</p> +<p>The next morning, on his way to Mr. Randolph +Islen’s place of business, Jerry met Nellie Ardell.</p> +<p>“Did you find Mr. Slocum’s?” she asked.</p> +<p>“I did; and had a very disagreeable visit,” returned +our hero.</p> +<p>“I knew you would have,” she went on. “I wish +he was not my landlord.”</p> +<p>Jerry asked her how Tommy was, and then they +parted, and five minutes more brought our hero +to the book-bindery. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_173' name='page_173'></a>173</span></p> +<p>Mr. Islen was not yet in, but he soon arrived, +and smiled as Jerry presented himself.</p> +<p>“On hand, I see, my young friend. Well, how +did you make out? Did you obtain a position?”</p> +<p>“No, sir.”</p> +<p>“It’s rather hard. Mr. Grice!” he called out.</p> +<p>The foreman of the book-bindery came in and +Jerry was introduced to him. Quite a chat followed, +at the end of which Jerry was hired to work +in the stock department at a salary of six dollars +a week.</p> +<p>The salary was not large, but it would pay his +expenses, and that was all he wished for at present.</p> +<p>“I won’t have to write home for money,” he +thought.</p> +<p>Mr. Grice wanted Jerry to come to work immediately, +but our hero begged to speak to Mr. Islen +in private for a moment, and when they were left +alone told his story from beginning to end.</p> +<p>The rich book-binder listened with interest, and +tapped meditatively upon his desk when Jerry had +finished.</p> +<p>“This is rather a strange story, Upton,” he +said. “What would you like me to do?”</p> +<p>“I would like you to give me some advice, sir. +What had I best do?”</p> +<p>“You can do a number of things. What would +be the best I cannot say. You might hire a lawyer +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_174' name='page_174'></a>174</span> +to look into the case, and again you might +have this Slocum arrested for locking you in the +office. The loss of the packet complicates matters. +Did it have your name on?”</p> +<p>“Yes, sir.”</p> +<p>“Then you had better wait, and in the meantime +advertise for the packet, offering a reward. That +tramp may be watching for such an advertisement.”</p> +<p>This was sound advice; but Jerry had no +money, and said so.</p> +<p>“I will pay for the advertisement and take it +out of your pay,” said Mr. Islen; and the notice +was written out without delay and sent off by the +office boy.</p> +<p>The young oarsman now felt a trifle lighter in +heart. He reasoned that the packet would be of +no value to the tramp and that he would be glad +to surrender it in hope of a reward. He did not +remember at the time that he had written Alexander +Slocum’s name and address on the outside +wrapper; yet such was a fact.</p> +<p>When Jerry entered the bindery he found several +pairs of curious eyes bent upon him from boys of +about his own age. Without delay Mr. Grice set +our hero to work.</p> +<p>“What is your name?” asked one of the boys, +as soon as he had a chance.</p> +<p>“Jerry Upton. What is yours?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_175' name='page_175'></a>175</span></p> +<p>“Dick Lenning. Say, do you know you have +got the job Grice was going to give my brother?”</p> +<p>“No, I don’t.”</p> +<p>“It’s so. Jack was coming to work to-morrow. +It ain’t fair to take the bread out of a fellow’s +mouth like that,” growled Dick Lenning.</p> +<p>“I fancy Mr. Islen gave me my position—” +Jerry ventured.</p> +<p>“Oh! So it was the boss put you in. Well, it +ain’t fair anyway. Where do you come from—Brooklyn?”</p> +<p>“No, Lakeview.”</p> +<p>“Never heard of it. Must be some country +village. You look like a hayseed.”</p> +<p>As Dick Lenning spoke he gazed around to see +if Mr. Grice had gone. Then he added in a whisper:</p> +<p>“You have to set up the drinks for the crowd +before you can work here, see?”</p> +<p>“Drinks,” repeated our hero.</p> +<p>“Sure; all the new hands do that.”</p> +<p>“I—I rather think I won’t.”</p> +<p>“You are too mean.”</p> +<p>“It’s not that; I don’t drink.”</p> +<p>“You are a country jay, and no mistake.”</p> +<p>Dick Lenning leaned forward and shoved Jerry +with his elbow, at the same time putting one foot +behind the youth. He wanted to trip our hero up, +but Jerry was on guard, and, resisting him, the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_176' name='page_176'></a>176</span> +young oarsman caused him to slip down against a +bench upon which rested a pot of book-binders’ +glue.</p> +<p>The glue tipped over and part of it went down +Lenning’s leg, causing him to yell like a wild +Indian.</p> +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-9.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 70px; height: 69px;' /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXIX_MR_WAKEFIELD_SMITH_AGAIN' id='XXIX_MR_WAKEFIELD_SMITH_AGAIN'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_177' name='page_177'></a>177</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXIX.</h2> +<h3>MR. WAKEFIELD SMITH AGAIN.</h3> +</div> + +<p>“I’ll hammer you for that!”</p> +<p>“What did he do, Dick?”</p> +<p>“Knocked the glue over me. You country jay, +you!” howled Dick Lenning, and, leaping up, he +bore down on Jerry.</p> +<p>Lenning was a good deal of a bully. He was tall +and strong, and evidently he thought he could +make our hero submit to his will easily.</p> +<p>“Take that!” he fairly hissed, and aimed a +blow at Jerry’s ear. The youth dodged it and +caught his arm.</p> +<p>“Hold on!” Jerry ejaculated. “I don’t want +to fight. You will only make trouble.”</p> +<p>“Let go!”</p> +<p>“Not until you promise to keep quiet.”</p> +<p>“I’ll promise nothing,” stormed Lenning, and +began to struggle more excitedly than ever.</p> +<p>But he soon wore himself out, when Jerry got +behind him and clasped hands over his breast. +The bully was about to call on his friends to assist +him, when a cry went up.</p> +<p>“Cheese it! Grice is coming this way.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_178' name='page_178'></a>178</span></p> +<p>As if by magic the boys who had gathered +around ran off to their work, leaving the bully +and Jerry alone. Our hero released his opponent, +and, turning around, Lenning glared at him vindictively.</p> +<p>“I’ll get even with you for this, see if I don’t,” +he muttered in a hoarse whisper.</p> +<p>Then he followed his friends; and Mr. Grice came +up and took Jerry to another part of the shop.</p> +<p>“I have changed my mind about letting you +work here,” he said. “I want you to get used to +the place before I put you among those other +boys.”</p> +<p>Evening found our hero a good deal worn out, +not so much by the work as by the close confinement +of the bindery. How different life in the +great metropolis was to life in the green fields of +the country!</p> +<p>After supper Jerry determined to take a walk +uptown, to get the outdoor exercise and also in +hope of seeing something of the tramp who had +taken the packet. He knew that looking for +the tramp in the metropolis was a good deal like +looking for a pin in a haystack, but imagined +that even that pin could be found if one looked +long and sharp enough for it.</p> +<p>The young oarsman sauntered forth toward +Broadway, and thence past the Forty-second +Street depot and up to Central Park. It was a +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_179' name='page_179'></a>179</span> +long walk, but he did not mind it; in fact, it +seemed to do him good, for it rested his mind.</p> +<p>The window displays interested Jerry not a +little, and he took in everything that came along. +So the time flew quickly, until, coming to a +jeweler’s window, he saw it was after ten o’clock.</p> +<p>“I’ll have to be getting back,” he said to himself, +and was on the point of returning when he +saw that which surprised him greatly. A cab +whirled past the corner upon which he was standing, +and on the back seat he recognized Mr. +Wakefield Smith.</p> +<p>The pickpocket was alone, and ere Jerry could +stop him the cab rolled down the side street out +of hearing.</p> +<p>Our hero did not stop long to consider what +was best to do, but took to his heels and followed +the cab as best he could.</p> +<p>The cab gained a distance of nearly two blocks, +and Jerry was almost on the point of giving up, +when it came to a halt in front of what looked +like a private club-house. Wakefield Smith alighted +and paid the cabman, who went about his +business without delay.</p> +<p>“Stop there!” cried Jerry to the pickpocket, +as the man mounted the steps of the house. But +whether the man heard our hero or not, he paid +no attention. When Jerry reached the spot he +was standing on a low porch. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_180' name='page_180'></a>180</span></p> +<p>“Did you hear me?” went on Jerry, and, to +prevent Smith from entering the place, our hero +caught him by the button of his coat.</p> +<p>To Jerry surprise, the rascal offered no resistance. +Instead, he came down the steps backward, +and fell on his back on the sidewalk, his hat rolling +toward the gutter.</p> +<p>“Shay, waz you do that fer?” he hiccoughed.</p> +<p>Jerry gazed at the pickpocket in wonder. Then +the truth flashed over our hero. The man who +had robbed him was beastly intoxicated.</p> +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-5.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 80px; height: 69px;' /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXX_AN_UNLOOKED_FOR_ADVENTURE' id='XXX_AN_UNLOOKED_FOR_ADVENTURE'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_181' name='page_181'></a>181</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXX.</h2> +<h3>AN UNLOOKED FOR ADVENTURE.</h3> +</div> + +<p>It would be hard to express Jerry’s feelings when +he found Mr. Wakefield Smith was suffering heavily +from intoxication. For the moment he could +do nothing but stare at the man as he lay helpless +on the pavement.</p> +<p>“Waz you mean, boy?” went on Smith, and he +tried in vain to get up. “Waz you knock me +down for, I demand to know?”</p> +<p>“Do you recognize me?” said our hero sharply, +as he looked the pickpocket squarely in the face.</p> +<p>“No—don’t know you from Adam, ’pon my +word.”</p> +<p>“I am Jerry Upton, the boy you robbed the +other night.”</p> +<p>At the words Smith straightened up for a moment +and a look of alarm crossed his face.</p> +<p>“Jerry Upton,” he repeated, slowly.</p> +<p>“Yes. What have you done with my money?”</p> +<p>“Ain’t got a dollar of your money.”</p> +<p>“If you haven’t, you’ve drank it up,” Jerry +ejaculated. “You ought to be ashamed of yourself.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_182' name='page_182'></a>182</span></p> +<p>“Zat’s all right, m’boy, all right, I assure you. +Come on and have a good time with me.”</p> +<p>With great difficulty Wakefield Smith arose to +his feet and staggered towards the house he had +been on the point of entering. Jerry pulled him +back and held him. As our hero did this he saw +Smith drop a ten-dollar bill. Jerry picked it up.</p> +<p>“You are not going in there—you are going +with me.”</p> +<p>“Where to?”</p> +<p>“To the nearest station house.”</p> +<p>The pickpocket gave a hiccough and a cry of +alarm that was very much like a whine.</p> +<p>“To the station house?”</p> +<p>“Yes; come on.”</p> +<p>“Never.”</p> +<p>Smith struggled feebly to get away, but the boy +held him with ease. Overcome, the man finally +sat down on the curbstone and refused to budge.</p> +<p>“Shay, let us compromise,” he mumbled. “It +was all a mistake.”</p> +<p>“It was no mistake.”</p> +<p>“If I give you ten dollars, will you call it off?”</p> +<p>“No.”</p> +<p>“Then you don’t git a cent, see?”</p> +<p>And with great deliberation the pickpocket +closed one bleared eye and glared at Jerry.</p> +<p>“We’ll see about that later,” cried our hero, +hotly, and catching the rascal by the collar the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_183' name='page_183'></a>183</span> +youth yanked him to a standing position. “Now +come on, and no nonsense.”</p> +<p>Seeing that the youth was not to be fooled with, +Wakefield Smith tried to dicker again, getting +himself badly twisted in his plea that he would +make everything all right. Jerry would not trust +him and forced him to walk along until the nearest +corner was reached. Here he suddenly made a +clutch at an electric-light pole and held fast.</p> +<p>“Help! help! help!” he cried out at the top of +his lungs. “Police!”</p> +<p>The young oarsman did not know what to make +of this appeal for assistance, for it seemed to him +that the authorities were the very people Mr. +Wakefield Smith wished to avoid. He was destined, +however to soon learn a trick that was +brand new to him.</p> +<p>The pickpocket had hardly uttered his cry when +a bluecoat put into appearance and came running +to the spot.</p> +<p>“What’s the trouble here?” he demanded.</p> +<p>“Shay, officer, make that young fellow go +away,” hiccoughed Mr. Wakefield Smith.</p> +<p>“What is he up to?”</p> +<p>“Trying to rob me, officer; reg’lar slick +Aleck.”</p> +<p>At this cool assertion Jerry was dumbfounded.</p> +<p>“So you’re trying to rob this gent, eh?” said +the bluecoat, turning to our hero and catching +his arm. “I reckon I came just in time.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_184' name='page_184'></a>184</span></p> +<p>“It’s a falsehood; he is the pickpocket,” rejoined +Jerry as soon as he could speak.</p> +<p>“He looks like it,” said the officer, sarcastically.</p> +<p>“He didn’t rob me now, he robbed several +nights ago. I just ran across him.”</p> +<p>“He’s a slick Aleck,” went on Mr. Wakefield +Smith. “Don’t let him take my watch, officer!”</p> +<p>“No fear of that. Come along with me, young +man.”</p> +<p>“If I have to go I want him to go, too.”</p> +<p>At these words Mr. Wakefield Smith’s face +changed color.</p> +<p>“I can’t go, officer; have an important engagement +at the—er—club.”</p> +<p>“He is a pickpocket and I’ll prove it at the +station house,” said Jerry, warningly. “It is +your duty to make him go along. I’ll help you +carry him if it’s necessary.”</p> +<p>“And you’ll skip out, too, if you get the +chance,” remarked the policeman, grimly.</p> +<p>“If you think that, handcuff me to this fellow.”</p> +<p>“Do you mean that?”</p> +<p>“I do, sir.”</p> +<p>“Hang me if I don’t think you are honest, after +all.”</p> +<p>“He’s a big thief!” bawled Mr. Wakefield Smith.</p> +<p>“Keep quiet and come along. They can +straighten matters out at the precinct.”</p> +<p>The officer took Mr. Wakefield Smith by the arm +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_185' name='page_185'></a>185</span> +and started to walk the prisoner away. With a +dexterous twist the intoxicated man cleared himself +and plunged down the street.</p> +<p>The bluecoat and Jerry made after him as +quickly as they could, but a drawing school in the +neighborhood had just let out, and they were detained +by the crowd. Mr. Wakefield Smith stumbled +across the street and down a side thoroughfare +that was very dark. The officer and our hero +went after him, but at the end of the second block +he was no longer to be seen.</p> +<p>“Now you’ve let him escape,” said Jerry to the +policeman. “I have a good mind to report you.”</p> +<p>“Go on with you!” howled the officer in return. +“I reckon it was a put up job all around. Clear +about your business or I’ll run you in for disorderly +conduct!”</p> +<p>And he made such a savage dash at the young +oarsman with his long club that our hero was +glad to retreat.</p> +<p>He continued the hunt for the pickpocket alone, +but without avail, and, much disheartened, finally +returned to his boarding-house. He was afraid he +had seen the last of Mr. Wakefield Smith, and +was glad he had gotten at least ten dollars from +the pickpocket.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXXI_NELLIE_ARDELL_S_TROUBLES' id='XXXI_NELLIE_ARDELL_S_TROUBLES'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_186' name='page_186'></a>186</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXXI.</h2> +<h3>NELLIE ARDELL’S TROUBLES.</h3> +</div> + +<p>On the following morning Jerry went to work at +the bindery as if nothing had happened. When +he went in, Dick Lanning glared at our hero and +stopped as if to speak, but changed his mind and +walked off without saying a word.</p> +<p>During the day the young oarsman became +much better acquainted with his work and began +to like it.</p> +<p>That night, on leaving the bindery by the side +entrance, which opened on a narrow lane, our hero +saw Dick Lanning and several of his friends waiting +for him.</p> +<p>He attempted to pass but Lenning put out his +foot, and had Jerry not stopped he would have +been tripped up.</p> +<p>“Let me pass,” said he, sharply, but instead of +complying, Lenning took a stand in front of him +and hit the youth on the shoulder.</p> +<p>“I said I’d git square,” he hissed, savagely. “If +yer ain’t afraid, stand up and fight.”</p> +<p>“I’m not afraid,” replied Jerry, and pushed him +up against the wall. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_187' name='page_187'></a>187</span></p> +<p>Without delay a rough-and-tumble fight ensued.</p> +<p>“Give it to him, Dick!”</p> +<p>“Do the hayseed up!”</p> +<p>“Knock him into the middle of next week!”</p> +<p>These and a dozen other cries arose on the air, +and the crowd kept increasing until fully a hundred +spectators surrounded the pair.</p> +<p>Dick Lanning had caught Jerry unfairly, but the +youth soon managed to shake him off, and, hauling +back, gave him a clean blow on the end of his +unusually long nose, which caused the blood to +spurt from that organ in a stream.</p> +<p>“He’s tapped Dick’s nose!”</p> +<p>“My! wasn’t that a blow, though!”</p> +<p>“The country lad is game!”</p> +<p>Wild with rage, Dick Lanning endeavored to +close in again. Jerry stopped the movement this +time by a blow on the chest which sent him staggering +back several feet into the crowd.</p> +<p>“What’s the matter, Dick?”</p> +<p>“Don’t let him use you like that.”</p> +<p>“I’ll fix him!” howled the bully, and rushed at +our hero a third time.</p> +<p>Again he hit Jerry, this time in the chin. But +our hero’s blood was now up, and, calculating +well, he struck a square blow in the left eye that +knocked the bully flat.</p> +<p>“Dick is knocked out!”</p> +<p>“That country jay is a corker!” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_188' name='page_188'></a>188</span></p> +<p>“Git up, Dick. Yer eye is turnin’ all black!”</p> +<p>“Better let him go, he’s too much for you!”</p> +<p>Dick Lanning was slow in coming to the front. +The eye was not only black, but it was closing +rapidly.</p> +<p>“He’s got a stone in his fist—he don’t fight +fair,” he growled to his friends.</p> +<p>“I have nothing in my fist,” retorted Jerry. +“If he wants anymore, I fancy I can accommodate +him, although I don’t care to fight.”</p> +<p>Dick Lanning was uneasy. He glanced toward +his friends and passed a signal to one of his +cronies.</p> +<p>“Police! skip!” cried the crony. “Come on, +Dick, you don’t want to git caught!”</p> +<p>And he dragged Dick Lanning away, while the +crowd scattered like magic. No policeman was in +sight, nor did any appear. It was only a ruse to +retire without acknowledging defeat.</p> +<p>But that fight taught Dick Lanning a severe +lesson. He still remained down upon the young +oarsman, but in the future he fought shy of our +hero, knowing that Jerry would not stand his +bullying manner.</p> +<p>On Saturday the shop closed down early, and, +having nothing else to do, Jerry walked down to +the newspaper office in hope of receiving some +answer to the advertisement for the missing +papers. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_189' name='page_189'></a>189</span></p> +<p>But no answer was forthcoming and, disappointed, +he retraced his steps and sauntered in +the direction in which Nellie Ardell and her little +brother Tommy lived.</p> +<p>“I’ll call on them and see how she made out +about her rent,” he said to himself, and mounted +the stairs to her apartment.</p> +<p>There was a murmur of voices in the kitchen. +The door was partly open and Jerry saw the girl +and her little brother standing there, confronted +by a burly man.</p> +<p>“That rent has got to be paid, that’s all there +is to it,” the man was saying.</p> +<p>“I cannot pay to-day,” replied Nellie Ardell. +“I will try to pay Monday.”</p> +<p>“It won’t do. I’ve given you notice, and if you +can’t pay, you have got to leave.”</p> +<p>At this the girl burst into tears.</p> +<p>“Would you put me on the street?” she wailed.</p> +<p>“I’ll have to—it’s orders,” replied the burly +man doggedly.</p> +<p>“Whose order?”</p> +<p>“Mr. Slocum.”</p> +<p>“Mr. Slocum is a very hard-hearted man,” cried +the girl, indignantly.</p> +<p>“That’s so,” Jerry put in as he entered.</p> +<p>“Oh, Jerry Upton!” Nellie Ardell cried, when +she saw our hero. “This man wants to put me +out of my rooms.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_190' name='page_190'></a>190</span></p> +<p>“It’s a shame.”</p> +<p>“Who are you?” demanded the burly man. +“Do you live here?”</p> +<p>“No. I am this young lady’s friend, however. +Did Mr. Slocum say to put her out?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“What shall I do if they put me on the street?” +wailed Nellie Ardell.</p> +<p>“I’m sure I don’t know. But Slocum sha‘n’t put +you on the street if I can help it,” went on Jerry, +suddenly.</p> +<p>“What will you do?”</p> +<p>“How much do you owe him?”</p> +<p>“Twelve dollars. I have four, but he won’t take +it. He wants the entire amount.”</p> +<p>“I will let you have ten dollars,” said our hero, +and brought out the bill Wakefield Smith had +dropped.</p> +<p>“Oh, won’t that be robbing you?” cried Nellie +Ardell, but her eyes glistened with pleasure.</p> +<p>“Never mind; take it and pay this man off.”</p> +<p>Nellie Ardell accepted the amount without further +words.</p> +<p>“Now,” she said, as she paid the man, “I am +going to move.”</p> +<p>“Move! What for?”</p> +<p>“I can get better rooms for less money just +across the way.”</p> +<p>The burly man’s face fell. He was Alexander +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_191' name='page_191'></a>191</span> +Slocum’s agent, and he knew that to get tenants +for the rooms Nellie Ardell occupied would be difficult.</p> +<p>“It ain’t right to move now—in the middle of +the summer.”</p> +<p>“You intended to put me out—if I couldn’t pay +the rent.”</p> +<p>“That is different.”</p> +<p>“I have paid up promptly for many months. +Mr. Slocum could have been a bit easier for once.”</p> +<p>“He is more than mean,” put in Jerry. “I +would advise you to move by all means.”</p> +<p>“You seem to know a great deal about him,” +sneered the agent.</p> +<p>“I do—and I’ll know more some day.”</p> +<p>The agent began to growl, but, seeing he could +do nothing, he went off to inform Alexander Slocum +that Nellie Ardell intended to move.</p> +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-18.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 67px; height: 75px;' /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXXII_A_CRAZY_MAN_S_DOINGS' id='XXXII_A_CRAZY_MAN_S_DOINGS'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_192' name='page_192'></a>192</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXXII.</h2> +<h3>A CRAZY MAN’S DOINGS.</h3> +</div> + +<p>“You are more than kind to me, Jerry Upton,” +exclaimed Nellie Ardell, when they and her little +brother were left alone.</p> +<p>“I didn’t want to see you thrown out of your +home,” said Jerry, soberly.</p> +<p>“I shall pay you back that money as soon as I +possibly can,” she went on. “I expect to get +about twenty dollars for sewing next week. One +of the ladies I work for is out of town, but is coming +back on Wednesday.”</p> +<p>“All right—take your time. When will you +move? Maybe I can help carry some things for +you.”</p> +<p>“I’ve a good mind to move this afternoon. +Those other rooms are all ready.”</p> +<p>“Then do it, and I’ll pitch right in,” and in fun +the young oarsman picked up several chairs.</p> +<p>“I will. Will you be kind enough to stay with +Tommy a few minutes?”</p> +<p>“Certainly.”</p> +<p>Nellie Ardell went off at once, and was back in +ten minutes. When she returned she had rented +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_193' name='page_193'></a>193</span> +three small rooms for less money than she now +paid.</p> +<p>She had not many articles of furniture and it +did not seem the least bit like working to our hero +to assist her in transferring them across the way. +The two worked together, and as they labored +they talked, Jerry telling her a good deal about +his mission to New York and the girl relating her +own experiences in keeping the wolf from the door.</p> +<p>“We were not always poor,” said Nellie Ardell. +“When father was alive we lived in our own home +in Brooklyn. But he grew interested in a Western +land scheme and it took all of his money.”</p> +<p>“That was our trouble. I came to New York +to see what I could do toward making Alexander +Slocum give an accounting of the money he put in +a California land scheme for my uncle.”</p> +<p>“Why, my father was in Slocum’s land scheme!” +she ejaculated.</p> +<p>“Perhaps it was the same. This land scheme I +speak of was called the Judge Martin—why, I +don’t know.”</p> +<p>“It is the same. It was so called because the +land once belonged to a Judge Martin of Colorado.”</p> +<p>Of course, Jerry was deeply interested, and, the +moving finished, he and she sat down to talk the +matter over.</p> +<p>From what our hero learned of Nellie Ardell he +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_194' name='page_194'></a>194</span> +came to the conclusion that Alexander Slocum +was every inch the villain he had taken him to be.</p> +<p>The real estate dealer had hoodwinked the girl +completely, and she had surrendered to him all +the documents her parent had left behind at the +time of his death.</p> +<p>“It’s too bad,” said Jerry. “We must work together +against him. But nothing can be done until +my missing papers are recovered.”</p> +<p>Before he left, another matter was discussed and +settled. In her new quarters Nellie Ardell had a +small room she did not really need, and she offered +to board Jerry at three dollars and a half a week. +As this would be an acceptable saving just at present, +our hero accepted the offer and agreed to +make the change on the following Monday.</p> +<p>Sunday passed quietly. Jerry spent part of the +day in writing a long letter home, telling the folks +just how matters stood and urging them not to +worry, as he felt certain all would come out right +in the end, and that he was quite content to remain +in New York and support himself until he +had settled matters with Alexander Slocum. The +letter was finished late in the afternoon, and after +taking supper he went out to post it.</p> +<p>The novelty of life in the city had not yet +passed, and, the letter put into a corner box, the +young oarsman sauntered on and on, taking in +the many strange sights. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_195' name='page_195'></a>195</span></p> +<p>He had gone a distance of half a dozen blocks +when he came to a church. The doors were wide +open, and as the congregation were singing, he +stopped to listen to the music.</p> +<p>When the music stopped, our hero passed on +down the street, which seemed to grow poorer as +he advanced. The new houses gave place to those +that were very old, and on all sides Jerry could +see the effects of grinding poverty.</p> +<p>“It’s a great city,” he thought. “And it is +true that one half doesn’t know how the other +half lives.”</p> +<p>“Please, mister, will you give me five cents?”</p> +<p>Jerry stopped in his walk and looked down to +see who had addressed him. It was a little girl, +and she was crying bitterly.</p> +<p>“Five cents?” he repeated.</p> +<p>“Yes, mister; please don’t say no. I’ve asked +so many for the money already and they won’t +give me a cent.”</p> +<p>“What are you going to do with five cents?”</p> +<p>“I’ve got to bring it home to daddy.”</p> +<p>“To daddy—you mean your father?”</p> +<p>“He’s a sort of a father, but he’s not my real +papa,” sobbed the little girl. “He took me when +papa died.”</p> +<p>“What does your—your daddy want with the +five cents?”</p> +<p>At this question the little girl’s face flushed. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_196' name='page_196'></a>196</span></p> +<p>“I—I daren’t tell you—daddy would whip me,” +she whimpered.</p> +<p>“Does he drink?”</p> +<p>“I daren’t tell you.”</p> +<p>“Does he send you out very often to beg?”</p> +<p>“He sends me out when he’s—when he’s—but I +daren’t tell you. He would whip me most to +death.”</p> +<p>“Where do you live?”</p> +<p>“Over there.”</p> +<p>And the little girl pointed to a long row of rear +tenements, the very worst-looking in the neighborhood.</p> +<p>“And what is daddy’s name?”</p> +<p>“His real name is James MacHenry, but the +folks around here all call him Crazy Jim,” she +answered.</p> +<p>Jerry started back in surprise. Crazy Jim was +the tramp who had been seen walking off with his +packet of documents!</p> +<p>“So you live with Crazy Jim?” said our hero, +to the little girl, slowly.</p> +<p>“Yes, sir.”</p> +<p>“How long have you lived with him?”</p> +<p>“Oh, a long while, sir.”</p> +<p>“Take me to him.”</p> +<p>At this request she drew back in horror.</p> +<p>“Oh, I can’t do that, indeed I can’t,” she faltered. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_197' name='page_197'></a>197</span></p> +<p>“Why not?”</p> +<p>“I took a man to him once—a charity officer—and +daddy—whip—whipped me for it.”</p> +<p>“Then show me where he lives,” went on Jerry +after a pause. “You needn’t let him see you. I +must have a talk with him. Perhaps I’ll give him +some money.”</p> +<p>The little girl still hesitated, but finally led the +way up the street into a horrible-looking alley and +pointed to a dingy tenement-house.</p> +<p>“Daddy is up there on the top floor in the +back.”</p> +<p>“And is that where you live?” asked Jerry, with +a shudder he could not repress.</p> +<p>“Yes, of course.”</p> +<p>“It’s not a nice place.”</p> +<p>“Oh, no,” and something like a tear glistened in +the girl’s eye.</p> +<p>“Here is ten cents for you,” added Jerry. +“You had better keep it for yourself. Are you +hungry?”</p> +<p>“A little. I only had some bread to-day for dinner +and supper.”</p> +<p>“Then go down to the restaurant on the corner +and get something to eat for the money. You +need it.”</p> +<p>The little girl ran off to do as bidden, and our +hero entered the dilapidated tenement. Four +dirty men and women sat on the stoop smoking +and drinking from a tin pail. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_198' name='page_198'></a>198</span></p> +<p>“Who are ye lookin’ fer?” asked one of the +men, roughly.</p> +<p>“Crazy Jim,” answered Jerry, briefly, and +brushed past him.</p> +<p>The hallway was dark, and it was with difficulty +that the young oarsman found the rickety stairs, +every step of which creaked as he trod upon it.</p> +<p>Arriving at the top floor, the youth noticed a +shaft of light streaming from beneath a door in +the rear. He knocked loudly.</p> +<p>There was a movement within, the door was +flung back, and Jerry found himself confronted by +a tall, round-shouldered individual, with long, unkempt +hair and a wild look in his small black eyes.</p> +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-4.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 124px; height: 81px;' /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXXIII_THE_LITTLE_NOBODY' id='XXXIII_THE_LITTLE_NOBODY'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_199' name='page_199'></a>199</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXXIII.</h2> +<h3>THE LITTLE NOBODY.</h3> +</div> + +<p>“Well!” demanded the man laconically.</p> +<p>“Is this James MacHenry?”</p> +<p>“That’s me, boy.”</p> +<p>“I would like to see you on business,” Jerry +went on, as he brushed past and entered one of the +barest living apartments he had ever seen.</p> +<p>“On business?”</p> +<p>“Yes, a few days ago you picked up a packet +downtown belonging to me—a packet containing +some documents and letters.”</p> +<p>“Who said they belonged to you?”</p> +<p>“I say so. My name is Jerry Upton, and I +dropped the packet in the alleyway where you +found it.”</p> +<p>The man stared at our hero.</p> +<p>“Say, is this a game?” he demanded, harshly.</p> +<p>“What do you mean?”</p> +<p>“Are you trying to get me into trouble?”</p> +<p>“No, I am trying to keep you out of trouble,” +replied the young oarsman, warmly.</p> +<p>“You say that packet belonged to you?”</p> +<p>“Yes.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_200' name='page_200'></a>200</span></p> +<p>“It didn’t have your name on it.”</p> +<p>“No, it—” Our hero stopped short. “It had +Alexander Slocum’s name on it!” he burst out.</p> +<p>“Exactly.”</p> +<p>“You don’t mean to say you delivered that +packet to him?” gasped the youth.</p> +<p>“I did—not an hour ago.”</p> +<p>Jerry fell back into a chair and breathed heavily. +The packet was gone—into the hands of the +enemy!</p> +<p>“The man said it was his package,” said Crazy +Jim. “He gave me a reward of five dollars for +returning it to him.”</p> +<p>“It was mine. He wanted to steal it—and now +he’s done it,” cried Jerry. “You let him have it +but an hour ago?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“Where did he go?”</p> +<p>“I don’t know.”</p> +<p>“Did you open the packet?”</p> +<p>“Yes, but I couldn’t make nothing out of it—’cos +I ain’t eddicated. I read his name on it +and got another fellow to write a postal card +yesterday afternoon. He came here, examined +the papers, and seemed much pleased.”</p> +<p>“No doubt he was pleased,” groaned the young +oarsman.</p> +<p>“Was the thing worth much?”</p> +<p>“It was worth a good deal. I would have given +five dollars to get it back.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_201' name='page_201'></a>201</span></p> +<p>“What does he want with it?”</p> +<p>“Wants to do my father out of some property,” +answered our hero. “By the way, who is that +little girl who lives with you?”</p> +<p>At this question Crazy Jim’s face darkened.</p> +<p>“That ain’t none of your business,” he growled.</p> +<p>“You shouldn’t send her out on the street to +beg.”</p> +<p>“Wot! has she been blabbin’ again? I’ll break +every bone in her body!” and off the man +started out of the room and down the narrow +stairs.</p> +<p>Jerry had noticed that his breath smelt strongly +of liquor. He was not only a drinking man, but +also one who was not quite right in his head.</p> +<p>“Don’t hurt her, you brute!” called out the +boy, and followed him out of the alleyway into +the street. At the nearest corner stood the little +girl, and Crazy Jim rushed up to her fiercely.</p> +<p>“You good-fer-nothin’!” he bawled. “I’ll teach +ye a lesson! Didn’t I tell ye ter keep yer clapper +still about me? Take that! and that!”</p> +<p>He raised his heavy hand and struck her a cruel +blow on the side of the head. She staggered back, +and he was about to repeat his unjust action, +when Jerry thought it about time to interfere. +Catching him by the arm, our hero hurled him +backward with such force that he fell flat in the +gutter. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_202' name='page_202'></a>202</span></p> +<p>At once a shout went up from those who saw +Jerry’s action.</p> +<p>“What are yer doin’?”</p> +<p>“Who is that boy?”</p> +<p>With a fearful exclamation, Crazy Jim arose to +his feet.</p> +<p>“I’ll fix ye fer that!” he hissed, and sprang forward. +“You ain’t got no right ter interfere between +me an’ the gal.”</p> +<p>“You are a brute!” burst out our hero. “This +little girl has done nothing to deserve such punishment.”</p> +<p>“Who set you over me?” howled the infuriated +man. “I’ll fix ye!”</p> +<p>He tried his best to hit Jerry with his fist, but +the young oarsman dodged him and took a stand +in front of the little girl.</p> +<p>“You had better run away,” Jerry whispered to +her. “He is in a terrible mood just now.”</p> +<p>“Where shall I go?” whimpered the girl.</p> +<p>“Anywhere. Up two blocks. I will join you +soon.”</p> +<p>Without delay the little girl ran off. Crazy Jim +tried to follow her, but Jerry headed him off.</p> +<p>Seeing he could do nothing with his hands, the +savage man looked around for some weapon. A +heavy stone was lying handy, and he picked it up. +The next moment it was launched at our hero’s +head. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_203' name='page_203'></a>203</span></p> +<p>Luckily, Jerry was quick at dodging, or he +might have been seriously wounded. The missile +went sailing over the lad’s head and flew with a +crash through the front window of a neighboring +store.</p> +<p>The smashing of the pane of glass was followed +by a shout of alarm from the storekeeper, who sat +in a chair on the pavement.</p> +<p>“Here, vot’s dot?” he yelled. “Vot you means +py preaking mine vinder, hey, you Crazy Gim? I +vos got you locked up. Ain’t it? Bolice! bolice!”</p> +<p>The German storekeeper continued to yell so +loudly that it was not long before an officer appeared. +Seeing this, Jerry backed out of the +crowd and hurried off. He saw the policeman +catch Crazy Jim by the arm, and a wordy war followed. +A minute later the fellow was being +marched off to the station-house. No doubt the +policeman would have liked it had he found Jerry, +but our hero kept at a safe distance.</p> +<p>It was now quite dark, and it was with some difficulty +that Jerry again found the little girl. She +stood by a hitching post, sobbing bitterly.</p> +<p>“Where is he?” she asked, choking back her +sobs.</p> +<p>“The policeman took him off. Don’t cry any +more,” Jerry added, soothingly.</p> +<p>“But where shall I go?” she asked. “I can’t go +back.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_204' name='page_204'></a>204</span></p> +<p>“Have you no friends?”</p> +<p>“No. Crazy Jim and I came to New York alone +when papa died.”</p> +<p>“Where did you come from?”</p> +<p>The little girl shook her head at this. She had +been too young to remember.</p> +<p>“What is your name?”</p> +<p>“Dottie.”</p> +<p>“Dottie what?”</p> +<p>“Nothing, only Dottie.”</p> +<p>Jerry was in a quandary. To a certain degree +he felt responsible for her present forlorn condition. +Suddenly an idea struck him.</p> +<p>“If you will come with me, I’ll see to it that you +have a good bed to-night, and breakfast in the +morning,” he said. “And after that I’ll see what +I can do for you, Dottie.”</p> +<p>“Who are you?”</p> +<p>“My name is Jerry Upton.”</p> +<p>“You look like a nice boy and I’ll go with you,” +and she placed her hand confidently in that of the +young oarsman.</p> +<p>Jerry took the little one to Nellie Ardell’s apartments. +Of course she was much surprised, and, +sitting down, our hero had to explain everything +as far as he was able. Nellie Ardell agreed instantly +to take the little girl in.</p> +<p>“You can stay here until we can do something +for you,” she said. “I know how it would feel to +have little Tommy on the streets homeless.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_205' name='page_205'></a>205</span></p> +<p>And soon after that Dottie was put to bed, very +well content. Her hard life with Crazy Jim had +made her used to ups and downs that no ordinary +little girl could have endured.</p> +<p>The reader can well imagine that Jerry did not +sleep much that night. He could not forget that +Alexander Slocum had the precious packet of +papers. Bitterly he regretted not having taken +better care of the documents.</p> +<p>“I will call on Slocum, and come to some sort of +an understanding,” Jerry said to himself. “Perhaps +when I tell him that both Nellie Ardell and +myself are ready to proceed against him he will be +willing to come to terms.”</p> +<p>The next day was a busy one at the book-bindery, +and our hero got no chance to call on Slocum. +During that time he learned that Crazy Jim had +been locked up for resisting the officer and had +been sentenced to thirty days on Blackwell’s +Island.</p> +<p>The young oarsman did not know what to do +about little Dottie, but Nellie Ardell solved this +question.</p> +<p>“I have received a whole lot of new work,” she +said. “So for the present we can keep her to mind +Tommy while I am dressmaking.”</p> +<p>So the little girl stayed on. Jerry never +dreamed of how much she had to do with his future +life. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_206' name='page_206'></a>206</span></p> +<p>On Thursday Mr. Islin’s brother died and the +bindery was closed for several days. Jerry took +the opportunity to walk down to Alexander Slocum’s +offices.</p> +<p>The real estate man was alone, and greeted our +hero with a sinister smile.</p> +<p>“So you have seen fit to call again, young +man,” were his first words.</p> +<p>“Mr. Slocum, let us come to business,” Jerry replied +firmly. “What are you going to do about +my father’s claim?”</p> +<p>Alexander Slocum laughed harshly.</p> +<p>“Your father’s claim?” he repeated. “I don’t +recognize the fact that your father has any claim +against me.”</p> +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-8.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 70px; height: 71px;' /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXXIV_ALEXANDER_SLOCUM_SHOWS_HIS_HAND' id='XXXIV_ALEXANDER_SLOCUM_SHOWS_HIS_HAND'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_207' name='page_207'></a>207</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXXIV.</h2> +<h3>ALEXANDER SLOCUM SHOWS HIS HAND.</h3> +</div> + +<p>Alexander Slocum’s statement was no more +than Jerry had expected, so he was not taken +back by the words. He looked the man steadily +in the eyes.</p> +<p>“So that is the position you are going to take +now—since you received my packet from James +MacHenry,” said Jerry, deliberately.</p> +<p>Slocum started and winced, and the young oarsman +saw that Crazy Jim had spoken the truth.</p> +<p>“I haven’t anything belonging to you, Upton.”</p> +<p>“It is useless for you to deny it, Mr. Slocum. He +found the packet and delivered it to you for a reward +of five dollars.”</p> +<p>“The packet he delivered to me was my own. It +contained some legal documents belonging to this +office.”</p> +<p>“You may make others believe that, Mr. Slocum, +but—”</p> +<p>“But what, boy? Remember, I want none of +your insolence here. I will listen to you, but you +mustn’t grow impertinent.”</p> +<p>“I’m only speaking the truth. You virtually +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_208' name='page_208'></a>208</span> +robbed me, just as you robbed my father and Mr. +Bryant Ardell.”</p> +<p>“Ha!” Slocum leaped to his feet. “Who—where +did you hear of Bryant Ardell?” he asked, +excitedly.</p> +<p>“I have met Nellie Ardell several times—in fact, +I am boarding with her.”</p> +<p>“Did she set you to hounding me?”</p> +<p>“No; we met by accident after I had come to +New York almost on purpose to see you.”</p> +<p>“She is an impudent young woman.”</p> +<p>“She told me that you had her land papers, +just as you now have mine.”</p> +<p>“It’s a falsehood!”</p> +<p>“If both of us go to court with our story, we +may prove that it is not a falsehood.”</p> +<p>“Ha! are you going to combine to ruin my +reputation?” cried the real estate dealer, growing +pale.</p> +<p>“We are going to try to obtain our rights.”</p> +<p>“You’ll gain nothing. I’ll—I’ll have you locked +up on a charge of black-mail!” Alexander Slocum +began to pace his office nervously. “See +here, Upton how much do you want to go off and +leave me alone?” he questioned, suddenly.</p> +<p>“I want what is due my father.”</p> +<p>“You’ll not get it!” he whispered, hoarsely, +throwing his mask aside. “Do you think I have +plotted and worked all these years for nothing? +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_209' name='page_209'></a>209</span> +Not much! All that property is mine, do you +hear? Nobody else shall ever own a foot of it. +Now, I’ll tell you what I am willing to do. I’ll +give you a hundred dollars in cash and we’ll call it +square. Mind you, I don’t admit your claim. I +only want to avoid trouble.”</p> +<p>Jerry looked at the man and drew a long breath. +He could see through Slocum’s words as clearly as +he could see through the window. His father’s +claim was worth a fortune!</p> +<p>“Come, what do you say?” demanded Slocum +as Jerry did not answer him.</p> +<p>“I say this, Mr. Slocum,” rejoined our hero. “I +won’t accept your proposition, and before I am +done with you I’ll have our rights and you’ll be in +state’s prison.”</p> +<p>With a snarl very much like that made by a +fretful tiger, the man leaped toward the boy as if +to grab him by the throat.</p> +<p>“You fool! I’ll make you come to terms!”</p> +<p>His hand touched Jerry’s collar, but the young +oarsman evaded him and placed the flat-top desk +between them. When the man ran around the +desk, Jerry picked up a heavy brass-bound ruler.</p> +<p>“Stop, or I’ll crack you with this!” cried our +hero, and, seeing the weapon, Slocum halted.</p> +<p>“Don’t be a fool, boy!”</p> +<p>“I don’t intend to be.”</p> +<p>“You can do nothing against me.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_210' name='page_210'></a>210</span></p> +<p>“That remains to be seen.”</p> +<p>“Who will take your word against mine? Nobody. +You are a mere country lad, while I am a +well-known New York citizen.”</p> +<p>“Mr. Ardell was also well known in his day.”</p> +<p>Again Alexander Slocum’s face grew pale.</p> +<p>“Nellie Ardell has no doubt urged you to attack +me,” he growled. “I must see her. Why didn’t +she come with you?”</p> +<p>“She is busy.”</p> +<p>“I will explain matters to her in detail. Really, +the claim is not worth anything, but I wish to +avoid trouble, and—”</p> +<p>“You might as well stop, Mr. Slocum, for it’s +too late to say that now. I am positive our +claims are of great value. Since you won’t do the +right thing, I shall advise my father to bring +action in court to compel you to come to terms.”</p> +<p>While speaking, Jerry had walked to the door, +and now placed his hand on the knob.</p> +<p>“Stop! stop!”</p> +<p>“No, I have had enough for the present.”</p> +<p>“You villain!”</p> +<p>Slocum ran toward Jerry, who opened the door +to step out, but found the way blockaded by +Casey, his book-keeper.</p> +<p>“Here, what’s up?” cried the man, in wonder.</p> +<p>“Don’t let him get away, Casey!” cried Alexander +Slocum. “He is going to make trouble, sure!” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_211' name='page_211'></a>211</span></p> +<p>“Let me go!” burst out our hero as the book-keeper +caught hold of him. “Let go, or I’ll——”</p> +<p>Jerry never finished that sentence. Alexander +Slocum had picked up the ruler the youth had +dropped, and leaped to the front. Down came the +weapon on the young oarsman’s head; he felt a +sharp stinging pain—and then he knew no more.</p> +<p>When Jerry came to his senses all was dark +around him. He was lying on a damp, cement +floor, evidently that of a cellar.</p> +<p>His head ached greatly, and for several minutes +he could not remember what had happened.</p> +<p>Then came back that scene in Slocum’s office. +He staggered to his feet.</p> +<p>Where was he and how long had he been there?</p> +<p>The first question was readily answered. Stepping +forward, Jerry stumbled over some loose +coal. He was in a coal-cellar. Around and above +were brick walls. The door was of sheet-iron, and +it was tightly closed and barred. How had he +come to that place? Probably his enemies had +carried him hither, although how they could do it +without being seen was a question.</p> +<p>As soon as our hero felt strong enough he +looked about for some means of escaping from his +prison. With great care he examined the walls +and tried the door.</p> +<p>Finding no outlet on any side, he turned his attention +to the pavements above. From one spot +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_212' name='page_212'></a>212</span> +there came a faint glimmer of light, in a circle, and +he rightfully guessed that the coal-hole was located +there.</p> +<p>How to reach the hole was a problem. It was +several feet above our hero’s head, and there was +nothing in the coal-vault to stand upon.</p> +<p>Jerry considered the situation for a minute, and +then, standing directly under the cover of the hole, +leaped upward, sending his hand over his head as +he did so.</p> +<p>The cover was loose, and the force of the blow +caused it to fly upward. Another blow and it fell +away entirely, and in a second more the young +oarsman was clambering out of the opening.</p> +<p>It was drawing towards evening, and the street +was full of people, some of which eyed the boy +curiously. Restoring the cover to its place, he left +the spot.</p> +<p>The question now was, should he return to Slocum’s +office or seek outside assistance? He decided +upon the latter course. To attempt to bring +the rascally real estate agent to terms alone +would be foolhardy.</p> +<p>Jerry’s head ached so much he could think only +with difficulty, and he decided to return to Nellie +Ardell’s apartments. It was a hard walk, and he +was glad when the place was reached and he could +sit down.</p> +<p>“What’s the matter—are you hurt?” cried the +young woman. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_213' name='page_213'></a>213</span></p> +<p>“I was knocked out,” replied the youth, with a +sorry little laugh. “I’ve got a pretty big lump on +the top of my head.”</p> +<p>Sitting down, he told his story, to which Nellie +Ardell listened with breathless attention.</p> +<p>“The wicked man! He should be locked up!” +she burst out, when Jerry had finished. “It’s a +wonder he didn’t kill you.”</p> +<p>“That’s true. As it was, the blow was awfully +hard.”</p> +<p>“What will you do now?”</p> +<p>“I really don’t know.”</p> +<p>“Won’t that Mr. Islen whom you work for, help +you?”</p> +<p>“Perhaps he will,” returned the youth, struck +with the idea. “The trouble is his brother is dead, +and that has upset him.”</p> +<p>“One thing is certain, Jerry, the property is valuable.”</p> +<p>“Yes, and another thing is certain,” added our +hero. “We want our shares of it.”</p> +<p>“It would be a great help to me to get some +money out of it,” said Nellie Ardell, with a sigh. +“This sewing constantly day in and day out is +wearing on me.”</p> +<p>The two talked for over an hour, and then Jerry +felt compelled to lie down. It was nearly morning +before his head stopped aching and he got some +rest.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXXV_A_STRANGE_DISAPPEARANCE' id='XXXV_A_STRANGE_DISAPPEARANCE'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_214' name='page_214'></a>214</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXXV.</h2> +<h3>A STRANGE DISAPPEARANCE</h3> +</div> + +<p>On the next day the bindery was opened as +usual, but Mr. Islen did not appear, having gone +to Philadelphia. Jerry worked throughout the +day, wondering what Alexander Slocum had +thought and done after he had discovered the +escape. Little did the young oarsman dream of +what the real estate dealer was then doing.</p> +<p>Our hero was proving himself to be skillful at +the work assigned to him and the foreman often +praised him.</p> +<p>“You’ll be worth a raise in wages,” he said. +“I never saw a boy take hold as you do.”</p> +<p>Jerry never delayed after the day’s work was +over. He washed up, put on his coat, and hurried +forth to his boarding place.</p> +<p>When Jerry reached the house he found little +Dottie on the stoop, with Tommy in her arms. +Tommy was crying for something to eat, and the +little girl was having her hands full with him.</p> +<p>“Where is Miss Nellie?” asked our hero in +surprise.</p> +<p>“I don’t know,” returned the girl. “She sent +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_215' name='page_215'></a>215</span> +me out with Tommy after dinner, and when I +tried to get in after a while the door was locked +and she was gone.”</p> +<p>“And you have been sitting here ever since?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“Come up. I’ll open the door.”</p> +<p>Jerry led the way, and with a night key opened +the door to the kitchen.</p> +<p>A cry of surprise burst from his lips. Everywhere +were the signs of a desperate struggle. Two +of the chairs were overturned, the table-cloth hung +half off the table, and Nellie Ardell’s sewing was +strewn in all directions.</p> +<p>“This is Slocum’s work!”</p> +<p>Those were the words which arose to the youth’s +lips as he surveyed the situation in the kitchen.</p> +<p>Alexander Slocum had tried to get him out of +the way, and now he had tried the same plan upon +Nellie Ardell.</p> +<p>There had been a fierce struggle, of that there +was not the slightest doubt.</p> +<p>But the girl had been overpowered in the end +and taken off.</p> +<p>To where?</p> +<p>That was the all important question.</p> +<p>While our hero was gazing around the room, little +Tommy was crying at the top of his lungs.</p> +<p>To quiet him, Jerry gave him his bowl of bread +and milk, and also gave Dottie her supper. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_216' name='page_216'></a>216</span></p> +<p>Then Jerry began a minute examination of the +rooms.</p> +<p>There was mud on the oil-cloth—the tracks of +four boots.</p> +<p>“Slocum and Casey, his book-keeper,” he said +to himself.</p> +<p>Going below he interviewed Mrs. Flannigan, a +good-natured Irish woman who lived on the nest +floor.</p> +<p>“Did you see Miss Ardell this afternoon?”</p> +<p>“Sure, an’ Oi did not Oi was out,” she replied.</p> +<p>He next tried the janitress, who lived in the +basement. She was a peppery old woman who +seldom had a pleasant word for anybody.</p> +<p>“Did I see her? Yes, she went out with two +men about two hours ago,” she said.</p> +<p>“What sort of looking men?”</p> +<p>“I can’t say—I’m not taking notice of everybody +who comes and goes.”</p> +<p>“But this is important, Mrs. Foley. I am +afraid something has happened to Miss Ardell.”</p> +<p>“They were tall men, and I guess both had big +black mustaches and beards.”</p> +<p>“Where did she go with them?”</p> +<p>“Into a carriage. All of ’em seemed to be in a +big hurry.”</p> +<p>“Which way did the carriage go?”</p> +<p>“Down towards the Brooklyn ferry.”</p> +<p>In a thoughtful mood, the young oarsman +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_217' name='page_217'></a>217</span> +walked back upstairs. He met Mrs. Flannigan +outside of the door.</p> +<p>“What’s wrong, Mr. Upton?”</p> +<p>“That is what I am trying to find out. Miss +Ardell is missing. If I go out, will you look after +the children?”</p> +<p>“Sure, Oi will, bless the dears,” she said. Her +heart was as large as her ruddy, full-blown face.</p> +<p>Without waiting longer, Jerry ran down into +the street and endeavored to trace the carriage +down to the ferry. In this he was successful, and +learned that the turnout containing two men and +a young lady, who appeared to be ill, had crossed +to Brooklyn.</p> +<p>By this time night had set in, and all efforts to +follow the carriage proved unsuccessful. Yet unwilling +to give up, Jerry spent over two hours in +Brooklyn, hunting in every direction for a clew.</p> +<p>Our hero had never been across the East River +before, and in hunting around it was but natural +that he should get lost. At the end of the search +he found himself a good distance from the river, in +a neighborhood that looked anything but respectable.</p> +<p>“It’s time I got back,” thought the youth, and +started to make inquiries.</p> +<p>“You’re a dozen blocks out of your way,” said a +man. “Go down that way three blocks, and turn +to your left.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_218' name='page_218'></a>218</span></p> +<p>As Jerry walked along a somewhat gloomy +street, he noticed three men walking ahead of him. +One was a tall, finely built man, wearing a large +round hat, of the western type.</p> +<p>The other men were short fellows, each with a +red mustache. They carried heavy canes and +walked on either side of the tall individual.</p> +<p>“Aren’t we almost there?” Jerry heard the tall +man ask, as he drew closer to the trio.</p> +<p>“Yes, it ain’t but a step further,” was the reply +from one of the short men.</p> +<p>“You are certain this Crazy Jim is the man I am +after?”</p> +<p>“Oh, yes.”</p> +<p>The mentioning of Crazy Jim’s name interested +Jerry. Crazy Jim was still up on Blackwell’s +Island. It was possible, however, that they referred +to some other individual.</p> +<p>To hear what further they might have to say +the young oarsman kept close to the party.</p> +<p>“It’s been a long hunt for me, gentlemen,” said +the tall man, and by his speech Jerry felt sure he +was a westerner. “But if I am on the right trail, +things will soon come out right.”</p> +<p>“What do you want to find Crazy Jim for?” +asked one of the short men.</p> +<p>“I’m not saying any thing about that just now,” +was the cool response.</p> +<p>“Oh, excuse me, of course not.” The short fellow +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_219' name='page_219'></a>219</span> +looked around, but failed to catch sight of our +hero. “Jack, how about a smoke?” he said to +the other short fellow.</p> +<p>“Strike a light,” was the answer.</p> +<p>The words were evidently a secret signal, for +hardly were they spoken when one of the short +men caught the westerner from behind and held +his arms.</p> +<p>“Here, what’s the meaning of this?” cried the +man, in alarm.</p> +<p>“Keep still, old man, and we won’t hurt you. +Raise a row and you’ll get knocked out. Quick, +Pete, with his diamond pin and that roll of bills in +his left pocket!”</p> +<p>At this command the man in front rushed in and +caught hold of the man’s pin. Out it came in his +hand, a beautiful affair, worth at least a hundred +dollars.</p> +<p>“Stop! stop!” yelled the westerner. “Police! +police!”</p> +<p>“Shut up!” hissed the man who held him. +“Pete, crack him over the head. We can’t afford +to take any chances here.”</p> +<p>Thus ordered, the man who held the diamond +pin slipped it into his pocket. Then he raised his +heavy cane and started to do as bidden when +Jerry rushed at him.</p> +<p>“Stop! Don’t hit that man!”</p> +<p>The rascal was surprised. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_220' name='page_220'></a>220</span></p> +<p>“Who are you? Oh, it’s only a boy. Clear out +of here!”</p> +<p>“I won’t! You let that man alone.”</p> +<p>“Don’t leave me,” pleaded the victim. “They +want to rob me. He has my diamond pin!”</p> +<p>“Shut up!” howled the man in the rear. “Crack +him, Pete, and crack the boy, too.”</p> +<p>Once more the heavy cane was raised. Our hero +caught it in the center, and by a dexterous twist +wrenched it from the rascal’s hand.</p> +<p>With a howl of baffled rage the rascal turned +and caught Jerry by the throat.</p> +<p>“Give me that stick, boy, or I’ll choke the life +out of you!” he hissed into the youth’s ear.</p> +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-3.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 53px; height: 53px;' /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXXVI_JERRY_HEARS_AN_ASTONISHING_STATEMENT' id='XXXVI_JERRY_HEARS_AN_ASTONISHING_STATEMENT'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_221' name='page_221'></a>221</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXXVI.</h2> +<h3>JERRY HEARS AN ASTONISHING STATEMENT.</h3> +</div> + +<p>When the footpad, for the fellow was nothing +less, attacked Jerry, our hero felt that he had a +tough struggle before him.</p> +<p>The rascal’s grasp on the young oarsman’s +throat was light, however, and Jerry quickly +shook it off.</p> +<p>In the meantime the westerner began to struggle +and shout at the top of his voice:</p> +<p>“Help! Police! police!”</p> +<p>In vain the fellow who held him tried to stop his +cries. They grew louder, and soon footsteps were +heard approaching.</p> +<p>Jerry received a savage blow on the chest and +struck out in return, hitting the footpad in the +chin. Then the two clinched, and both rolled to +the pavement.</p> +<p>Jerry’s assailant was a strong man and he was +slowly but surely getting the best of the youth +when three men put in an appearance. They were +heavy-set individuals and were followed by a policeman. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_222' name='page_222'></a>222</span></p> +<p>“What’s up here?”</p> +<p>“Don’t kill that boy!”</p> +<p>“He is a thief!” cried Jerry. “He has that +man’s diamond pin.”</p> +<p>“That’s right,” put in the westerner, who had +managed to turn and catch hold of his assailant. +“This fellow is his mate. They just tackled me +when the boy came to my help.”</p> +<p>“It is a falsehood,” roared the footpad who had +attacked our hero.</p> +<p>Saying this, he arose and tried to sneak away. +But Jerry tripped him up, sending him headlong, +and before he could rise the policeman had him +handcuffed.</p> +<p>While this was going on the westerner and two +of the new arrivals managed to make a prisoner of +the other footpad. He used some terrible language, +but this did not avail him.</p> +<p>“I know them,” said the policeman, after the +capture was effected. “They are Hungry Pete and +Jack the Slick. They are wanted for a burglary at +Sheepshead Bay. How did you happen to fall in +with them?”</p> +<p>“I met them up at Rumford’s Hotel. They said +they knew a man I was looking for.”</p> +<p>“Will you come along and make a charge +against them?”</p> +<p>“Certainly. He has my diamond pin.”</p> +<p>The pin was brought to light and handed over +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_223' name='page_223'></a>223</span> +to its owner, and then our hero was asked to go +along.</p> +<p>Anxious to know what the westerner might +want of Crazy Jim, Jerry agreed, and a minute +later found the whole crowd bound for the nearest +station-house.</p> +<p>Here the westerner gave his name as Colonel +Albert Dartwell. He said he was from Denver and +had come east on private business.</p> +<p>“I have been sick for two months,” he said. “I +am still weak. That is the reason I did not put +up a better fight when those two men tackled me.”</p> +<p>Jerry told his story, and the upshot of the matter +was that the two footpads were held for another +hearing before the judge in the morning.</p> +<p>“My boy, I owe you something for your services +to me,” said the westerner, as he and our hero +came out on the street. “You did well for a boy.”</p> +<p>“I did the best I could,” replied the young oarsman +“But I want to ask you a question. I heard +you mention Crazy Jim. What do you want to +see him for?”</p> +<p>A look of pain crossed Colonel Dartwell’s face at +my words.</p> +<p>“It’s a long story, Upton. I am from the West +and came many miles to see him. Do you know +the man?”</p> +<p>“I know one fellow called Crazy Jim, sir.”</p> +<p>“His right name is James MacHenry.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_224' name='page_224'></a>224</span></p> +<p>“That’s the man.”</p> +<p>“Ah! And where can he be found?”</p> +<p>“Most likely on Blackwell’s Island.”</p> +<p>“He is in prison?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“What for?”</p> +<p>“For breaking the glass in a store window and +creating a row.”</p> +<p>Colonel Dartwell drew a long breath.</p> +<p>“Those footpads told me he was in a hotel in +the neighborhood. You are sure you are right?”</p> +<p>“Yes, sir. To be truthful, I was mixed up in +the scrape that took Crazy Jim to prison.”</p> +<p>“Indeed. Would you mind telling me about +it? You don’t look like a boy that would do +wrong.”</p> +<p>“It wasn’t my fault. Crazy Jim had a packet +belonging to me—a packet containing some valuable +documents. I called for them and found he +had given them up to an enemy of mine.”</p> +<p>“And that led to the row.”</p> +<p>“Not exactly. He is a bad man, and there was +a little girl living with him, and he—”</p> +<p>As Jerry spoke Colonel Dartwell grasped him by +the arm.</p> +<p>“Stop! What did you say about a little girl?” +he demanded, eagerly.</p> +<p>“I said there was a little girl living with him. +He used to send her out to beg. He got it into +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_225' name='page_225'></a>225</span> +his head that she had set me against him, and he +started to beat her. I told her to run away, and +then he attacked me and got arrested.”</p> +<p>“And what became of the little girl? Tell me, +quickly!” And Colonel Dartwell’s voice was husky +as he spoke.</p> +<p>“I met her afterward and took her to where I +was boarding, and she is still stopping there.”</p> +<p>“Describe her to me.”</p> +<p>Seeing there was something behind the inquiry, +Jerry gave him the best description he could. +The colonel listened with fixed attention.</p> +<p>“It must be her!” he murmured. “My poor, +lost Dottie.”</p> +<p>“Dottie! That’s her name!” cried our hero. +“And she is—”</p> +<p>“She is my daughter,” was his answer.</p> +<p>“Your daughter!” ejaculated Jerry, in amazement.</p> +<p>“Yes, my daughter. Take me to her at once.”</p> +<p>“I will, sir; but this is the strangest thing I ever +heard.”</p> +<p>“I have no doubt of it.”</p> +<p>“Was she stolen from you?”</p> +<p>“Yes. It’s a long story. I will tell it to you +while we are on the way. She is well?”</p> +<p>“Yes, sir. But she has been misused, so you +mustn’t expect to see her looking real good. She +is very thin.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_226' name='page_226'></a>226</span></p> +<p>“I have not seen her for four years, not since she +was a mite of a toddler.”</p> +<p>The pair started for the ferry without delay, and +as they proceeded, the colonel related his story.</p> +<p>He was a mine-owner and had lived in the West +for fifteen years. His wife had died when Dottie +was born, and the child had been turned over to +the care of a colored nurse.</p> +<p>At that time James MacHenry had been a prospector +in the region and he had opened a mine +close to that located by the colonel.</p> +<p>All went well until the MacHenry mine petered +out as it is called, and then the man’s mind became +deranged. He accused the colonel of having +cheated him out of a slice of the richest land and a +bitter quarrel resulted.</p> +<p>Two weeks later MacHenry disappeared, and +shortly after that baby Dottie was missing. A +long search was made for the child, but without +avail.</p> +<p>Curiously enough, the colonel did not connect +the disappearance of his child with that of Crazy +Jim. He started to hunt for the little one among +the Indians and the outlaws in the mountains.</p> +<p>Two years passed, and then one night a good-for-nothing +miner named Duffy was shot in a quarrel +over a game of cards. On his dying bed Duffy +confessed that he had once been intimate with +Crazy Jim and that the latter had acknowledged +stealing Dottie. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_227' name='page_227'></a>227</span></p> +<p>A hunt was at once made for the abductor. It +was said he had gone to San Francisco, and later +on he was traced to Chicago, but there the trail +was lost until long after, when a tramp turned up +who spoke of having seen Crazy Jim around +New York.</p> +<p>Without delay Colonel Dartwell had come East +and scoured the metropolis. While here he had +fallen in with footpads who had sought to rob +him.</p> +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-9.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 70px; height: 69px;' /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXXVII_A_JOYOUS_MEETING' id='XXXVII_A_JOYOUS_MEETING'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_228' name='page_228'></a>228</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXXVII.</h2> +<h3>A JOYOUS MEETING.</h3> +</div> + +<p>By the time Colonel Dartwell’s story was told +he and Jerry had landed in the metropolis, and a +hurried walk of a few minutes brought them to +Nellie Ardell’s apartment. Mrs. Flannigan was +waiting for our hero, having put both of the +children to bed.</p> +<p>“An’ did ye find Miss Ardell?” she asked, +quickly.</p> +<p>“No, Mrs. Flannigan. But I have found somebody +else—the father of little Dottie.”</p> +<p>“Indade, now! An’ ain’t that noice’” she exclaimed, +glancing at Colonel Dartwell’s well-dressed +figure. “Well, the poor dear needs somebody, +not but what she got good care here,” she added, +hastily.</p> +<p>Tears stood in the colonel’s eyes as he stepped +up beside the bed upon which Dottie lay. He took +the white-robed figure up in his arms and kissed +her face.</p> +<p>“It is she,” he said, in a choking voice. “The +living picture of her dead mother!”</p> +<p>Dottie awoke with a start and was inclined to +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_229' name='page_229'></a>229</span> +cry out. But Jerry and the colonel quickly +soothed her.</p> +<p>“I am your papa, Dottie; don’t you remember +papa and big Ruth that used to be with you?”</p> +<p>The little girl looked puzzled. Then she gave a +cry.</p> +<p>“Papa! papa! I know you! I knew you would +come to me! Oh, papa, don’t go away again! +Crazy Jim said you were dead! Oh, papa!”</p> +<p>And she clung to him convulsively. It was such +an affecting scene Jerry had to turn away, while +Mrs. Flannigan, standing in the partly open doorway, +shed copious tears.</p> +<p>An hour later the children had again retired, +and the colonel and the young oarsman sat in the +little kitchen talking.</p> +<p>“And you say you think Miss Ardell was abducted?” +he said.</p> +<p>“I felt sure of it, sir. This Alexander Slocum +wants to get her out of the way on account of +some property he is holding back from her. I am +interested in the same property.”</p> +<p>And Jerry told him the particulars of affairs so +far as they concerned Slocum.</p> +<p>“If the land in question is near Sacramento it +ought to be of great value,” said the colonel. +“Property in that section is booming.”</p> +<p>“I want to find Nellie Ardell, sir. I am afraid +he will do her bodily harm. He might even kill +her to get her out of the way.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_230' name='page_230'></a>230</span></p> +<p>“I will help you all I can, Upton. You have +done me a great service, and I certainly owe the +young lady much for taking my child in and caring +for her.”</p> +<p>Our hero and the colonel went over the matter +carefully for fully an hour and decided to start on +a hunt as soon as it grew light. The colonel +offered to employ a detective and this offer Jerry +readily accepted.</p> +<p>Jerry passed several hours trying to sleep, and +at the first sign of dawn was up and dressed. The +colonel had rested in an arm-chair, not caring to +separate himself from his child by going to a +hotel.</p> +<p>Mrs. Flannigan was again called upon and readily +agreed to take charge of Tommy and Dottie +once more. She took them to her own rooms and +was cautioned about letting strangers in.</p> +<p>“Don’t fear, they’ll not take ’em from me,” she +said, and in such a determined way that Jerry was +compelled to laugh.</p> +<p>The call at a detective’s office was soon over, +and it was not as satisfactory as our hero had +anticipated.</p> +<p>“You mustn’t expect too much,” laughed the +colonel. “In spite of the thrilling detective stories +published, detectives are only ordinary men, +and cannot do the impossible. Mr. Gray will no +doubt go to work in his own way and do the best +he can.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_231' name='page_231'></a>231</span></p> +<p>Their next movement was to cross to Brooklyn. +Here the pair started on the hunt for the carriage +that had carried Nellie Ardell off.</p> +<p>An hour was spent in a fruitless search. They +were about to give it up, when they saw a carriage +coming down to the ferry that was covered with +dust and mud.</p> +<p>“That looks as if it had been out in the country +a good distance,” observed Colonel Dartwell. +“I’ll stop the driver and see what he has to say. +It can do no harm.”</p> +<p>Walking up in front of the team he motioned for +the driver to halt.</p> +<p>“Want a carriage, boss?”</p> +<p>“No, I want to know where you have been?” demanded +the westerner.</p> +<p>At this question the driver seemed plainly disconcerted. +He looked around, and, seeing a clear +space to his left, whipped up his animals and sped +off.</p> +<p>“He’s our man!” cried the colonel. “Come on, +he must not escape us!”</p> +<p>He set off with all speed and Jerry followed. +The driver drove as far as the first corner and then +had to halt because of a blockade in the street.</p> +<p>“Come down here!” commanded Colonel Dartwell.</p> +<p>“I ain’t done nothin’,” growled the fellow. +“You let me alone.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_232' name='page_232'></a>232</span></p> +<p>“I asked you where you had been.”</p> +<p>“Up to the park.”</p> +<p>“Who did you have for a fare?”</p> +<p>“An old man.”</p> +<p>“That’s not true—you had two men and a girl.”</p> +<p>The carriage driver muttered something under +his breath.</p> +<p>“I—I—who said I had the men and a girl?” he +asked, surlily.</p> +<p>“I say so. Where did you take the young +lady?”</p> +<p>At first the driver beat about the bush. But the +colonel threatened him with arrest, and this +brought him around.</p> +<p>“Don’t arrest me, boss. I wasn’t in the game. +The men hired me to take ’em out—that was all. +They said the girl was light-headed and the place +was a private asylum.”</p> +<p>“Probably,” rejoined Colonel Dartwell, sarcastically. +“Take us to that place without delay. +But stop—drive to police headquarters first.”</p> +<p>Very unwillingly the fellow complied. At the +headquarters help was procured in the shape of +two ward detectives. All four of the party entered +the carriage and were driven off to effect Nellie +Ardell’s rescue.</p> +<p>It was with deep interest that Jerry accompanied +Colonel Dartwell and the officers of the law +in the search for the missing young lady. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_233' name='page_233'></a>233</span></p> +<p>On through the crowded streets of Brooklyn +drove the carriage, the driver now apparently as +willing to help the law as he had before wished to +evade it.</p> +<p>The carriage was turning into one of the fine +thoroughfares when Jerry caught sight of a figure +which instantly arrested his attention. The figure +was that of Mr. Wakefield Smith.</p> +<p>“Stop!” cried the young oarsman to the driver +of the carriage.</p> +<p>“What’s up?” demanded the colonel.</p> +<p>“Do you see that man over there by the paper +stand?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“That is Wakefield Smith, the pickpocket.”</p> +<p>“Indeed! He ought to be arrested.”</p> +<p>“You know him to be a pickpocket?” questioned +one of the detectives.</p> +<p>“I do. He robbed me of over twenty dollars. I +got back ten dollars. He’s a very smooth and +slick worker.”</p> +<p>“I think I know that chap,” returned the detective. +“Don’t he look like Charley the Dude?” he +asked of his companion.</p> +<p>“By Jove! that’s our man!” ejaculated the second +detective. “I would know him anywhere by +that peculiar walk. He has grown a heavy mustache +since I saw him last.”</p> +<p>“Will you stop and arrest him?” asked Jerry. +“He ought to be locked up.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_234' name='page_234'></a>234</span> +“We can get the policeman on the beat to attend +to him. There is an officer on the next corner. +Just call him, Harrity.”</p> +<p>The carriage was brought up to the curb and +our hero and the officers alighted, the Colonel remaining +behind to keep an eye on the driver.</p> +<p>Mr. Wakefield Smith was strolling down the +street in a lordly way when Jerry tapped him on +the shoulder.</p> +<p>“So I’ve met you again,” he said.</p> +<p>The pickpocket turned and his face fell. But +only for a moment; then he gazed at the youth +brazenly.</p> +<p>“I don’t know you, me boy,” he drawled in an +assumed voice.</p> +<p>“But I know you, Mr. Smith,” rejoined Jerry. +“I want the balance of my money. I got ten dollars +the night you were intoxicated, but that is +not enough.”</p> +<p>“Boy, you are talking riddles. I never saw +you before.”</p> +<p>“I can easily prove it, I fancy.”</p> +<p>“It’s no use, Charley,” broke in the detective, +who had followed me. “We know you well +enough.”</p> +<p>“And who are you?” asked the pickpocket, +much disconcerted.</p> +<p>“I am a detective. You are the rogue known +as Charley the Dude. You may consider yourself +under arrest.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_235' name='page_235'></a>235</span></p> +<p>“This is an outrage!”</p> +<p>“Hardly.”</p> +<p>By this time the second detective had arrived +with a policeman. At sight of the bluecoat the +pickpocket became nervous. Turning, he suddenly +started to run.</p> +<p>But the others ran for him, and soon he was +handcuffed. Explanations to the policeman +followed, and the officer took him off, and Jerry +and the detectives continued on their way.</p> +<p>It may be well to state here that the pickpocket, +whose real name was Charles Heulig, was later on +convicted of several crimes and sent to state +prison for a term of years. Jerry never received a +cent of the balance of the money due, but other +events that followed made this loss seem a trivial +one.</p> +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-8.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 70px; height: 71px;' /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXXVIII_ALEXANDER_SLOCUM_IS_BROUGHT_TO_BOOK' id='XXXVIII_ALEXANDER_SLOCUM_IS_BROUGHT_TO_BOOK'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_236' name='page_236'></a>236</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXXVIII.</h2> +<h3>ALEXANDER SLOCUM IS BROUGHT TO BOOK.</h3> +</div> + +<p>In half an hour after the arrest of the pickpocket +the young oarsman and his companions found +themselves on the outskirts of Brooklyn and bowling +along a smooth country road which the detectives +said they knew well.</p> +<p>On and on they went, until Colonel Dartwell +asked the driver how much further they had to go.</p> +<p>“About half a mile, sir,” was the answer.</p> +<p>His words proved correct. Turning into a side +road, the carriage came to the entrance to a large +grounds, surrounded by a high board fence.</p> +<p>Over the gateway was the sign:</p> +<table summary='poetry' style='margin:0 auto'><tr><td> +<p style='margin: 0 0 0 0em;'>DR. HALCONE’S PRIVATE SANITARIUM.</p> +</td></tr></table> + +<p>“A private lunatic asylum,” murmured Colonel +Dartwell.</p> +<p>“Yes, sir,” said the driver. “You know I told +you they said the young lady was a bit off.”</p> +<p>“What shall we do?” was the question put by +the westerner to the detectives. “Shall we go in +boldly and order them to produce the girl?”</p> +<p>“Will they do it?” asked Jerry. “They may be +in Slocum’s pay, and hide her away.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_237' name='page_237'></a>237</span></p> +<p>“The young man is right,” said one of the detectives. +“We’ll drive on a way and then sneak +back and size the place up.”</p> +<p>This was done, and five minutes later found the +colonel and our hero walking along a hedge +which separated the grounds on one side from a +woods.</p> +<p>“Look there!” Jerry cried suddenly, and pointed +to an upper window of the brick building beyond.</p> +<p>He had seen Nellie Ardell’s face as the young +lady walked about the apartment. As the others +gazed upward Alexander Slocum appeared. He +held a sheet of paper and a pen in his hands.</p> +<p>“He wants her to sign something,” cried our +hero in a low voice. “See! see! he is going to +force her.”</p> +<p>“Leave me be, Mr. Slocum,” those below heard +Nellie Ardell exclaim. “I will not sign off my interest +in that property. Leave me be! Oh, that +somebody was at hand to help me!”</p> +<p>“Come on—there is no time to waste!” cried +Colonel Dartwell, and pushed through the hedge.</p> +<p>Jerry followed, and both ran for a side door of +the building, which stood open.</p> +<p>Here they found themselves confronted by a +burly man of advanced age, evidently the proprietor +of the sanitarium.</p> +<p>“Here, what do you want here?” he demanded, +roughly. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_238' name='page_238'></a>238</span></p> +<p>“We want that young lady upstairs!” cried +Jerry.</p> +<p>“You can’t have her.”</p> +<p>“We’ll see about that,” put in Colonel Dartwell. +“You have no authority to detain her here.”</p> +<p>“She is insane, and——”</p> +<p>“Help! help!” came from upstairs, and rushing +past the burly doctor, Jerry skipped up the stairs, +three steps at a time.</p> +<p>The colonel came behind. The doctor was about +to remonstrate when he found himself confronted +by the two detectives.</p> +<p>Our hero and the colonel soon found the proper +door. It was locked, but putting his shoulder to +it the young oarsman soon burst it open.</p> +<p>Alexander Slocum stood at the table in the center +of the room. He had Nellie Ardell by the +wrist, and was endeavoring to force her to sign +the paper before them.</p> +<p>“Leave her alone, you villain!” cried Jerry, and +dragged him backward.</p> +<p>“Jerry Upton!” exclaimed the young woman, +and her tone was full of joy. “Oh, how thankful +I am that you have come!”</p> +<p>“What—what is the meaning of this?” asked +Slocum, turning deadly pale.</p> +<p>“It means that you have been found out, Alexander +Slocum,” replied our hero. “We have +learned—” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_239' name='page_239'></a>239</span></p> +<p>“Darnley the boomer!” burst out Colonel Dartwell +at this point. “So this is where you drifted +to after the swindle at Silver Run.”</p> +<p>“Do you know him?” queried Jerry.</p> +<p>“Only too well. He was in Colorado for several +years under the name of Chester Darnley. He is a +boomer and all-around swindler.”</p> +<p>“It’s a—a falsehood,” burst from Alexander +Slocum’s lips, but his voice trembled as he spoke.</p> +<p>“I can prove all I say,” said the colonel. +“There are witnesses enough against you at +Silver Run.”</p> +<p>Slocum was all but overcome. He sank in a +chair, and a moment later one of the detectives +came up and slipped a pair of handcuffs on his +wrists.</p> +<p>The proprietor of the so-called sanitarium was +also arrested, and both prisoners were driven +down to the Brooklyn police station. A hearing +was had, and the prisoners were held for trial.</p> +<p>From Brooklyn the colonel, Nellie, and Jerry +returned to New York. Nellie left the party to go +home, and Jerry and the colonel continued on to +Slocum’s office with an officer.</p> +<p>The book-keeper, Casey, was found and arrested, +and the office was placed in care of the authorities. +The next day Jerry recovered his father’s papers +and also those belonging to Nellie Ardell.</p> +<p>The young oarsman lost no time in sending +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_240' name='page_240'></a>240</span> +word home how matters had turned, stating that +the claim was probably worth a good deal of +money. He added that if his father was not well +enough to come to the metropolis, Colonel Dartwell +stood ready to take entire charge of the case +and see that they got their rights.</p> +<p>An answer soon came back, written by Mrs. +Upton. Mr. Upton was well enough to sit up, but +that was all, and he would be glad enough to do +as his son had suggested. So the necessary papers +were made out, and a suit instituted against Alexander +Slocum.</p> +<p>In the meantime, Mr. Islen sold out his bindery, +and by this turn of affairs our hero found himself +out of employment. But he had had enough of +the great metropolis for the present, and was glad +enough to go back to Lakeview while awaiting the +time when Slocum should be brought to trial.</p> +<p>The news of what he had accomplished had +leaked out, and when he arrived he found Harry +and Blumpo awaiting him at the depot.</p> +<p>“You’re a clever one, Jerry!” cried Harry, +shaking his hand warmly. “To run off on the +quiet and come back with a fortune for your +family.”</p> +<p>“We haven’t got the fortune yet,” laughed +the young oarsman. “But we hope to have it +before long.”</p> +<p>“I always said Jerry was de greatest boy dat +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_241' name='page_241'></a>241</span> +eber was born,” ejaculated Blumpo, with his face +on a broad grin.</p> +<p>“How is your father? Blumpo,” asked Jerry, +to change the subject.</p> +<p>“He’s very well again.”</p> +<p>“You must tell us your whole story,” went on +Harry. “I am dying to hear it.”</p> +<p>“I will—but I must get home first,” answered +the young oarsman.</p> +<p>He was soon on his way to the farm, where his +parents received him with open arms. A splendid +dinner was awaiting him—such a repast as he had +not had since leaving—but none of the food was +touched until his tale was told from end to end, +with all of its details as they have been presented +to my readers.</p> +<p>“You did well, son,” was Mr. Upton’s comment. +“I don’t believe anybody could have done better.”</p> +<p>Mrs. Upton smiled fondly and put her arms +about the boy.</p> +<p>“He’s our Jerry, father,” was all she said, but +the simple words meant a good deal.</p> +<p>His own story told, and the dinner finished, +Jerry wanted to know the news around Lakeview, +but his parents had little to tell.</p> +<p>“I have not been out since your father was +taken down,” said Mrs. Upton. “You’ll have +to asked Harry Parker and your other friends.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_242' name='page_242'></a>242</span></p> +<p>“Have Si Peters and Wash Crosby been caught +yet?”</p> +<p>“No, and I doubt if they ever do catch them,” +responded Mrs. Upton.</p> +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-9.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 70px; height: 69px;' /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXXIX_HARRY_TO_THE_RESCUE' id='XXXIX_HARRY_TO_THE_RESCUE'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_243' name='page_243'></a>243</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXXIX.</h2> +<h3>HARRY TO THE RESCUE.</h3> +</div> + +<p>Early on the following morning Harry came +over to take Jerry for a sail on the lake in the +Whistler.</p> +<p>“We can sail and talk at the same time,” he explained. +“I know you must be longing for a whiff +of the water.”</p> +<p>“You are right there, Harry,” returned the +young oarsman, “Lake Otasco is better than the +hot pavements of New York City a hundred times +over.”</p> +<p>The two boys soon set off. Harry had expected +Blumpo to accompany them, but that youth was +out in his own boat with a party that had hired +the craft for several days.</p> +<p>“Blumpo is making money,” said Harry, “and +I am glad of it.”</p> +<p>“So am I,” replied our hero. “He is an odd +sort of chap, but his heart is of gold.”</p> +<p>The Whistler was soon on her way up the lake +with old Jack Broxton at the tiller, and as the +breeze was steady the boys had little to do but +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_244' name='page_244'></a>244</span> +talk. Once again our hero related his story, and +Harry proved a most attentive listener.</p> +<p>“That Alexander Slocum ought to go to prison +for life,” he said, at the conclusion. “The idea +of daring to make out that Nellie Ardell was +insane.”</p> +<p>“It was a bold scheme, Harry.”</p> +<p>“It seems to me the world is full of bad people, +Jerry. Look at such men as that Slocum and his +tools, and then at such boys as Si Peters and +Wash Crosby.”</p> +<p>“Where do you suppose Crosby and Peters +are?”</p> +<p>“The authorities don’t know. But Blumpo +told me a few days ago he was almost certain he +had seen them on the north shore of the lake. He +said they took to their heels in the bushes just +about the time he spotted them.”</p> +<p>“They are bound to be brought to justice +sooner or later.”</p> +<p>“I don’t know. But I do know one thing; I +would like to get back my gold watch.”</p> +<p>Thus the talk ran on, until Hermit Island was +reached. Here they run in for a few minutes, to +pass a word with Blumpo’s father, who greeted +them cordially. After this, they continued up +along the south side of the lake.</p> +<p>As they skirted the beautiful shore they gradually +crept up to a large excursion boat. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_245' name='page_245'></a>245</span> +“Hullo, what’s that boat doing here?” cried +Jerry.</p> +<p>“It’s a Sunday-school excursion from Cedar +Falls,” replied his chum.</p> +<p>The steamboat was not a large one and she +seemed to have more than her regular allowance +of passengers aboard. Every deck was full of +grown folks and children, dressed in their best.</p> +<p>A band was playing a merry air, and some of +the children were singing.</p> +<p>“Let’s give them a cheer,” suggested the young +oarsman, as they drew closer.</p> +<p>“All right,” replied Harry, pulling out his handkerchief. +“One, two, three. Hurrah! hur——”</p> +<p>Harry stopped short, as a cry of horror arose +on board of the excursion boat.</p> +<p>A young girl had been standing close to the rail +on a camp stool at the bow of the boat.</p> +<p>As the steamboat swung around the girl lost her +balance.</p> +<p>She tried to save herself, and, failing, pitched +headlong into the water.</p> +<p>Harry saw her go under the greenish waves.</p> +<p>“She’ll be struck by the paddle wheel,” he yelled, +and then, splash! he was overboard himself.</p> +<p>Bravely he struck out to save the maiden.</p> +<p>The order was given to back the steamboat.</p> +<p>The wheels churned up the water into a white +foam, but still the momentum carried the large +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_246' name='page_246'></a>246</span> +craft on. In the meantime Harry came up and +struck out valiantly for the girl, who was now +going down for a second time.</p> +<p>“Save her! Save her!” shrieked the mother of +the girl, in an agony of fear.</p> +<p>Half a dozen life preservers were thrown overboard, +but none came to where the girl could +reach them.</p> +<p>The mother of the girl wanted to join her daughter +in the water but strong hands held her back.</p> +<p>“The young fellow will save her, madam!”</p> +<p>“He’s a true hero!”</p> +<p>Life lines were thrown over, but even these did +no good.</p> +<p>The steamboat swung around, but the run of +the water washed the girl closer and closer to the +paddle wheel.</p> +<p>She now came up a second time. Should she +sink again all would be over.</p> +<p>Harry was swimming with all the strength and +skill at his command.</p> +<p>At last he was within a yard of the struggling +girl.</p> +<p>The maiden threw up her hands and went under.</p> +<p>As quick as a flash Harry dove down.</p> +<p>A second passed. Then up came the youth with +the girl clinging to his shoulder.</p> +<p>But now the current was apparently too strong +for both of them. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_247' name='page_247'></a>247</span></p> +<p>They were hurled up against the paddle wheel of +the steamboat, and then disappeared entirely +from view.</p> +<p>Jack Broxton gave a groan.</p> +<p>“Harry is lost!”</p> +<p>Jerry shuddered.</p> +<p>“It looks like it,” he replied.</p> +<p>The captain of the steamboat did not dare to +move his craft for fear he would do more harm +than good.</p> +<p>The mother of the girl continued to struggle to +free herself.</p> +<p>But now a cry was heard. It came from the +stern of the steamboat.</p> +<p>“There they are!”</p> +<p>“The girl is safe and so is that brave young +man.”</p> +<p>Jerry and Jack Broxton heard the cry, and +immediately put about in their yacht.</p> +<p>Harry was swimming along on his side. The +girl was too weak to support herself, and he was +holding her up well out of the water.</p> +<p>It took the Whistler but a moment to run up +alongside of the pair. Jerry reached over and +caught hold of the girl and placed her on deck.</p> +<p>In the meantime Harry secured a rope thrown +by Jack Broxton and pulled himself up.</p> +<p>A cheer arose from those on the excursion boat.</p> +<p>“She is safe now, sure!” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_248' name='page_248'></a>248</span></p> +<p>The girl was too exhausted to move, and both +boys rubbed her hands and did what they could +for her.</p> +<p>Jack Broxton ran up alongside of the steamboat +and a little later the girl was placed on +board.</p> +<p>The mother clasped her child to her breast.</p> +<p>“Go ahead, Jack,” said Harry in a low voice. +“I don’t want the crowd to stare at me.”</p> +<p>“But the mother wants to thank you,” began +Jerry.</p> +<p>But Harry would not listen. He was too modest, +and made Jack Broxton actually run away +from the excursion boat.</p> +<p>But five hundred people cheered Harry and +waved their handkerchiefs.</p> +<p>“How did you escape the steamboat?” asked +Jerry, when the excitement was over.</p> +<p>“We went under part of her,” was the reply. “I +swam for all I knew how, but it was a close call.”</p> +<p>After this Harry retired to the cabin and +changed his clothing. He drank several cups of +hot coffee, and half an hour later declared that +he felt as well as ever.</p> +<p>The remainder of the run down the lake was uneventful. +They dropped anchor near the mouth of +the Poplar River and started in to fish.</p> +<p>They had all the necessary tackle on board, and +procured bait at a boathouse near by. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_249' name='page_249'></a>249</span></p> +<p>The yacht was anchored at a well-known spot, +and then the sport began.</p> +<p>“I’ve a bite!” cried Harry</p> +<p>And sure enough he had something. He began +to reel in with great rapidity.</p> +<p>“First fish,” said Jerry.</p> +<p>Scarcely had Harry landed his haul than click, +click, click went Jerry’s reel. The line went off like +a flash.</p> +<p>Jerry began to reel in. That something big was +on his hook was certain.</p> +<p>The fish darted in every direction and Jerry had +his hands full playing him.</p> +<p>“You’ll lose him!” cried Harry, excitedly.</p> +<p>“I’ll do my best with him,” responded Jerry, +quietly.</p> +<p>After playing the fish for nearly five minutes he +reeled him in rapidly.</p> +<p>“Get the landing net, Jack,” he said, and the old +tar stood ready the moment the fish came into +view.</p> +<p>“A bass! A three-pounder!” cried Harry. “By +jinks! but that’s a haul worth making!”</p> +<p>It was indeed a beautiful catch, and Jerry was +justly proud of it.</p> +<p>After this nothing was caught for twenty minutes. +Then Harry landed a fine fat perch weighing +a pound. Jack was not fishing, but smoked +and looked on contentedly. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_250' name='page_250'></a>250</span></p> +<p>Evening found them with a fine mess of bass and +perch.</p> +<p>“Not a bad haul,” said Jerry, as he surveyed +the lot.</p> +<p>“I reckon it’s about time to be gitting back,” +observed Jack Broxton. “We want ter make +Lakeview afore dark.”</p> +<p>So the anchor was hoisted and away they went +before a nine-knot breeze.</p> +<p>The return was made along the north shore. +Here there were numerous little islands, separated +from the mainland by a series of channels, some +shallow and others deep enough to admit of the +passage of a good-sized yacht.</p> +<p>The Whistler was just passing one of these channels, +and Jerry and Harry were at the side, cleaning +their fish, when suddenly old Jack Broxton +uttered a cry.</p> +<p>“What is it, Jack?” asked the young oarsman, +quickly, while Harry also raised up.</p> +<p>“There’s a boat over yonder, back of that +island, and I’m certain I saw Si Peters and Wash +Crosby on board,” was the old boatman’s interesting +answer.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XL_A_STRUGGLE_IN_THE_DARK' id='XL_A_STRUGGLE_IN_THE_DARK'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_251' name='page_251'></a>251</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XL.</h2> +<h3>A STRUGGLE IN THE DARK.</h3> +</div> + +<p>“You are sure?” demanded Jerry and Harry, +in a breath.</p> +<p>“Yes. The boat had the name Redeye painted +on the stern. If I remember rightly, she belongs +to a tough crowd of fishermen from Long Lake.”</p> +<p>“Where is she now?” demanded Harry.</p> +<p>“Back there, somewhere.”</p> +<p>“We must follow that boat; eh, Jerry?”</p> +<p>“I am willing,” replied the young oarsman.</p> +<p>“You may have lively times with that crowd,” +put in Jack Broxton with a grave shake of his +head.</p> +<p>“We’ll risk it,” answered Harry. He was thinking +of his missing gold watch.</p> +<p>The course of the Whistler was changed, and +soon they rounded the shore of the island Jack +Broxton had pointed out.</p> +<p>Sure enough, there was the Redeye, with all sails +set, making up the lake.</p> +<p>Near the stern stood Si Peters, Wash Crosby +and several rascally looking men. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_252' name='page_252'></a>252</span></p> +<p>“They have discovered that we are after them,” +cried Jerry, a few minutes later. “See, they are +crowding on all sail!”</p> +<p>The young oarsman was right. Leaving the +vicinity of the islands, the other craft stood +out boldly into the lake, and cut the water like +a knife.</p> +<p>“She’s a good one,” observed Jack Broxton.</p> +<p>The Whistler already had all sails out; and +thus the craft went on, neither gaining nor losing +for half an hour.</p> +<p>Then darkness settled over the lake, and the +wind fell flat.</p> +<p>“We’ve lost them now,” said Harry, dismally.</p> +<p>“It’s a good thing the wind has fallen,” replied +Jerry.</p> +<p>“How so?”</p> +<p>“As soon as it is dark enough we can take the +row-boat and follow in that.”</p> +<p>“That’s an idea.”</p> +<p>Soon night had settled over Lake Otasco. Then +our hero and Harry lost no time in entering the +tender of the Whistler.</p> +<p>“Make as little noise as possible,” cautioned +Jerry.</p> +<p>He was in the bow peering ahead, while Harry +was at the oars.</p> +<p>So they went on a distance of a quarter of a +mile. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_253' name='page_253'></a>253</span></p> +<p>“See anything?” whispered Harry.</p> +<p>“Not yet. Pull in a little closer to shore. I +have an idea Peters and Crosby may land somewhere +around here.”</p> +<p>“Like as not that is their game.”</p> +<p>On they went, the darkness growing more intense +as they proceeded. There was no moon, +and the stars shone but faintly in the blue vault +overhead.</p> +<p>Suddenly Jerry held up his hand as a sign to +Harry to stop rowing. Instantly his chum raised +the oars.</p> +<p>“What do you see?” he whispered.</p> +<p>“Something ahead—I can’t make out just what +yet.”</p> +<p>Several minutes of breathless silence followed. +Then Jerry bent back.</p> +<p>“The Redeye is just ahead, but I believe Si +Peters and Wash Crosby have already left her.”</p> +<p>A second later a low but clear cry rang out:</p> +<p>“You left that bundle behind, Crosby!”</p> +<p>“Never mind, I don’t want the old suit,” was the +reply, coming from some distance in toward shore.</p> +<p>“That settles it,” whispered Jerry. “Crosby +and Peters are in a row-boat pulling for shore, +beyond a doubt.”</p> +<p>“That’s all right,” replied Harry. “I would +rather tackle them than all those on the Redeye.”</p> +<p>“So would I.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_254' name='page_254'></a>254</span></p> +<p>The row-boat was headed for the west.</p> +<p>How far off the shore was they did not know.</p> +<p>They had located the voice of Crosby and now +steered in the direction.</p> +<p>Jerry at the bow continued to keep his ears on +the alert.</p> +<p>“A little to the right, now,” he said. “That’s +it. If you don’t make too much noise we’ll surprise +them completely.”</p> +<p>“I think the best thing we can do is to follow +them after they land, until they reach some place +where we can have them locked up, Jerry.”</p> +<p>“That is certainly a good plan. It will save us +the trouble of dragging them off to jail, if we are +fortunate enough to capture them.”</p> +<p>Harry’s plan was accepted, and on they went.</p> +<p>“Look!” cried Jerry, presently, and pointed +down the shore.</p> +<p>“I don’t see anything, Jerry.”</p> +<p>“Don’t you see the lights coming toward us?”</p> +<p>Harry strained his eyes.</p> +<p>“I see them now.”</p> +<p>“It’s a steamer coming this way.”</p> +<p>“My gracious, we’ll have to get out of the way +or we’ll be run down!”</p> +<p>“She is close in shore,” went on Jerry. “I believe +she’ll pass between the other row-boat and ours.”</p> +<p>“Let us hold up a minute and see what she intends +to do,” said Harry. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_255' name='page_255'></a>255</span></p> +<p>He rested on his oars. Soon the craft came +closer. It was the excursion boat on her return.</p> +<p>“She is not coming near us,” said Jerry. “Pull +on.”</p> +<p>Harry had just taken to the oars again, when a +wild cry rang out. It came from the row-boat +which held Peters and Crosby.</p> +<p>“Stop! Don’t run us down!”</p> +<p>“The steamboat is onto them!” ejaculated +Jerry.</p> +<p>Scarcely had he spoken when there came another +cry, followed by a crash.</p> +<p>“They’ve been struck!” yelled Harry.</p> +<p>“Pull ahead!” cried Jerry. “Like as not they +have either been killed or are drowning!”</p> +<p>He sprang to Harry’s side, and with an oar each +they sped on to the assistance of the unfortunate +ones.</p> +<p>In the meanwhile the steamboat stopped.</p> +<p>“What’s the trouble?” called a voice.</p> +<p>No answer was vouchsafed, and a moment later +the steamboat went on.</p> +<p>“Like as not, Si Peters and Wash Crosby are +dead,” observed Harry, as he bent to his oar.</p> +<p>“We’ll soon know the truth,” replied the young +oarsman.</p> +<p>Both boys pulled a swift stroke, and were soon +on the spot where the catastrophe had occurred.</p> +<p>In the meanwhile the steamboat was fast disappearing +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_256' name='page_256'></a>256</span> +in the distance. Soon the last light faded +from sight.</p> +<p>In the darkness of the night Jerry and Harry +could see but little.</p> +<p>“There is an oar,” cried Harry, pointing it out.</p> +<p>“And there is part of the row-boat’s bottom,” +said Jerry. “It looks as if the row-boat was actually +ground to pieces.”</p> +<p>“Then it isn’t likely that Si Peters and Wash +Crosby escaped.”</p> +<p>“Well, we’ll take a good look around.”</p> +<p>The two continued to row about, but for a long +while saw nothing but bits of wreckage.</p> +<p>Then our hero beheld a form floating just to +their right.</p> +<p>“Take both oars, Harry,” he said, “and be careful, +for that is Wash Crosby’s body.”</p> +<p>Harry took the oars and began to row slowly.</p> +<p>As he moved on, Jerry stood in the bow.</p> +<p>At that instant a strange thing happened. Si +Peters came up under the boat, giving it such a +shove that Jerry was hurled overboard.</p> +<p>Then, with a swiftness that was really surprising, +Si Peters clambered into the row-boat.</p> +<p>In his hand he held part of a broken oar.</p> +<p>“Jump out after Jerry Upton!” he growled as +he advanced upon Harry.</p> +<p>Without replying, Harry leaped up to defend +himself. As he did this he saw that Jerry and +Wash Crosby were fighting in the water. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_257' name='page_257'></a>257</span></p> +<p>Neither Crosby nor Peters had been hurt by the +collision, both having left their craft before the +steamboat struck it.</p> +<p>Their one thought now was to get the good row-boat +away from our two heroes.</p> +<p>Jerry, thinking Wash Crosby seriously hurt, +was taken completely by surprise.</p> +<p>Crosby caught him by the shoulder and forced +him far under the water, and then did his best to +hold him there.</p> +<p>Crosby was a powerful fellow, and he well understood +what defeat and capture meant—a term in +prison.</p> +<p>But, as we know, Jerry’s muscles were like iron, +and his first surprise over, he went for Crosby +tooth and nail.</p> +<p>With a powerful twist he freed himself from the +rascal’s grasp and swam some distance away.</p> +<p>Then coming up behind Crosby, the young oarsman +let out with his right fist.</p> +<p>The blow took the Rockpoint bully behind the +ear, and Crosby let out a wild yell of pain, broken +by a gasp for air, as he went under the bosom of +the ocean.</p> +<p>As he went down, our hero gave him an extra +shove and then swam with all speed for the row-boat, +which had drifted several yards away.</p> +<p>He saw Harry and Si Peters standing up in the +boat. Peters had just struck at his chum, and +Harry had partly dodged the vicious blow. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_258' name='page_258'></a>258</span></p> +<p>But the broken oar landed on Harry’s arm, +causing him to cry out from pain.</p> +<p>“Drop that, Si Peters.”</p> +<p>The command, coming so unexpectedly, startled +Peters. He turned, to find Jerry at the gunwale +directly behind him.</p> +<p>“Oh, Jerry, help!” cried Harry.</p> +<p>Si Peters gave a low yell of rage.</p> +<p>Again Harry sprang away, and now armed himself +with an oar.</p> +<p>“You can’t frighten me, you fool!” shouted +Peters. “Don’t you dare to put your hand on the +boat!”</p> +<p>And as Jerry grasped the gunwale, Peters raised +his heavy foot as if to crush our hero’s fingers.</p> +<p>But Jerry was too quick for him.</p> +<p>He dropped off. Then whizz! something dark +flew through the air.</p> +<p>It was part of the broken oar, thrown by Jerry, +and it took Si Peters in the neck.</p> +<p>“Whack him one, Harry, while you have the +chance!”</p> +<p>Harry needed no advice on the subject. He +sprang in, and a second later a resounding crack +laid Si Peters flat on his back.</p> +<p>“That was a good one,” cried Jerry, as he clambered +over the side. “Now bind him before he +comes to.”</p> +<p>“Haven’t a blessed thing,” replied Harry. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_259' name='page_259'></a>259</span></p> +<p>“Here is some cord. Tie his hands together.”</p> +<p>While Harry was doing this, Jerry began to +look around for Wash Crosby.</p> +<p>“This way! We are in trouble!” yelled Crosby.</p> +<p>“Pshaw!” exclaimed Jerry. “He’ll have that +yacht down on us in another minute.”</p> +<p>But for once the young oarsman was mistaken. +The men on the Redeye had no desire, after befriending +Si Peters and Wash Crosby, to fall into +the hands of the law, and instead of coming up +they allowed their craft to float off in an opposite +direction.</p> +<p>“There is Crosby!” shouted Jerry, a moment +later, as he beheld the youth floundering around +in the water. “And look, here comes the +Whistler.”</p> +<p>He was right. A slight breeze had sprung up +and Jack Broxton had nursed the yacht along +with all of the skill at his command.</p> +<p>The coming of the old sailor ended the battle, so +far as the bad boys from Rockpoint were concerned. +Both Si Peters and Wash Crosby were +hauled on board, and here they were tightly +bound, to prevent their making further trouble.</p> +<p>It was after midnight when Lakeview was +reached and the prisoners were handed over to the +local police. Then Harry and Jerry separated, to +go home and tell of their fresh adventures.</p> +<p>The following morning Si Peters and Wash +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_260' name='page_260'></a>260</span> +Crosby were taken to Rockpoint and an examination +was held. The bad boys confessed robbing +the hotel and the larger part of the money taken +was recovered, as was also Harry’s gold watch, +which Si Peters had been bold enough to wear. +Some time later the evil-doers were tried and sent +to jail, and that was the last our heroes heard of +them.</p> +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-3.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 53px; height: 53px;' /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XLI_A_LAST_RACE_GOODBYE_TO_THE_RIVAL_OARSMEN' id='XLI_A_LAST_RACE_GOODBYE_TO_THE_RIVAL_OARSMEN'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_261' name='page_261'></a>261</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XLI.</h2> +<h3>A LAST RACE—GOOD-BYE TO THE RIVAL OARSMEN.</h3> +</div> + +<p>“Hurrah, here they come!”</p> +<p>“It’s going to be a dandy race, Harry.”</p> +<p>“Indeed it is, Dick.”</p> +<p>“There comes Hosmer!”</p> +<p>“Here comes Pinkney!”</p> +<p>“What’s the matter with Villelet?”</p> +<p>“He’s all right!”</p> +<p>The conversation took place on the bank of the +Hudson River, not far from Poughkeepsie.</p> +<p>It was the day of the great intercollegiate boat +races.</p> +<p>The single-shell race had just been ordered.</p> +<p>Among the number to compete in this race was +Jerry Upton.</p> +<p>Our hero was rich now—that is, his folks were, +which amounted to the same thing.</p> +<p>On trial it had been proven what a villain Alexander +Slocum was. All of his masquerading in the +west under the name of Darnley was exposed, as +well as his fraudulent land schemes in the east. +The real-estate manipulator was sent to prison for +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_262' name='page_262'></a>262</span> +a term of years, and the property in California +was divided up between Jerry’s father, Nellie Ardell +and several others who held an interest in it.</p> +<p>The land was found to be within the city limits +of Sacramento, and the Upton share was computed +to be worth forty-five thousand dollars.</p> +<p>Mr. Upton was offered forty thousand dollars +for it, but by the advice of Colonel Dartwell, who +became his intimate friend, he concluded to keep +it.</p> +<p>“The investment is bringing in good interest,” +he said, “and as it was Jerry who did the work in +getting it, the lad shall have it just as it stands +when I and my wife die.”</p> +<p>Immediately after these matters were settled up, +Jerry began to study for college, and Harry did +also, and both made the entrance examination +with ease.</p> +<p>Jerry was a fine scholar and he was also one of +the best oarsmen in his class. Harry likewise +rowed a good deal, although not near as much as +formerly.</p> +<p>It was a perfect day and the river was filled with +pleasure boats, loaded down to the rails with +sightseers. The banks of the stream were likewise +lined with the crowds which had poured in to see +the various college oarsmen compete for the supremacy +in aquatic sports.</p> +<p>In the crowd on short was our old friend Blumpo +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_263' name='page_263'></a>263</span> +Brown. Blumpo was now in business at Lakeview, +letting out pleasure boats, of which he +owned several, and he was unusually prosperous. +Just at present he was wearing the colors of +Jerry’s college and “whooping her up” for our +hero whenever the chance presented itself.</p> +<p>At the given signal the single shells took their +places at the starting point.</p> +<p>The participants were the pick of the single-shell +men, and Jerry realized that he would have a +struggle to win.</p> +<p>A puff of smoke, the report of a gun, and they +were off!</p> +<p>“A fine start!”</p> +<p>“Hosmer leads!”</p> +<p>“He will lead to the finish!”</p> +<p>“Pinkney is a close second!”</p> +<p>“Jerry Upton is third!”</p> +<p>“My! but they are cutting the water!”</p> +<p>“Two to one that Hosmer wins!”</p> +<p>“Three to one that the record is broken!”</p> +<p>“Foah to one dat Jerry Upton wins dis race!” +cried Blumpo Brown, waving a big college flag +over his head. “Dat boy don’t know what it is to +lose!”</p> +<p>“Hear that chap talk!”</p> +<p>“Pitch him overboard to cool him off!”</p> +<p>“Dat’s all right, it’s Jerry Upton’s muscle dat’s +talkin’, not me!” growled Blumpo. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_264' name='page_264'></a>264</span></p> +<p>Down the straight course came the single-shell +oarsmen, each back bending to a long and powerful +stroke.</p> +<p>The quarter stretch was past with Hosmer +still in the lead.</p> +<p>Behind him came Pinkney and Jerry, side by +side.</p> +<p>Then came the half stretch. The leaders still +held the same positions.</p> +<p>“Told you Hosmer would win!”</p> +<p>“Jerry Upton is falling behind!”</p> +<p>It was true. Pinkney had increased his stroke +and was crawling up slowly but surely to the +leader.</p> +<p>“Pull, Jerry, pull,” yelled Harry.</p> +<p>“You dun got to win dat race, suah!” screamed +Blumpo.</p> +<p>Jerry heard them, but paid no heed. He was +rowing the race of the year—the race that would +make his college chums shout with joy or look +glum for the balance of the season.</p> +<p>And now the three-quarter mark was past. A +quarter of a mile more and the race would be over.</p> +<p>“See! Pinkney is drawing up to Hosmer!”</p> +<p>“Pinkney leads! Hosmer has dropped away +behind!”</p> +<p>“Pinkney first and Jerry Upton second!”</p> +<p>“Villelet is crawling up!”</p> +<p>“He has passed Pinkney!” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_265' name='page_265'></a>265</span></p> +<p>And so the shouting went on. The end of the +course was in sight. How the oarsmen were pulling! +But now look at Jerry.</p> +<p>How like a flash his back bends! How powerful +is that broad stroke! How quick his recovery!</p> +<p>In vain Pinkney tried to hold his lead. Jerry +means to win and nothing can hold him back.</p> +<p>He fairly flies past Pinkney and comes in a winner +by a length and a half. His friends go wild.</p> +<p>“Hurrah for Jerry Upton!” shouts Harry.</p> +<p>And the cheers echo and re-echo along the water +and back to the distant hills.</p> +<p>Blumpo dances a breakdown for joy.</p> +<p>“I told you he could do it,” he cries. “Da can’t +beat our Jerry nohow!”</p> +<p>“That’s right, they can’t!” adds Harry. “Hurrah! +hurrah! hurrah!”</p> +<p>Jerry leaves his shell, and is hoisted up upon the +shoulders of his friends and marched around the +town.</p> +<p>That night he is given a big reception by his fellow +students. 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