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Furman + +Release Date: August 21, 2010 [EBook #33476] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE AUTO BOYS' VACATION *** + + + + +Produced by Roger Frank and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.fadedpage.net + + + + + + +</pre> + +<div style='text-align:center; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:1em;'><a id='illus-fpc'></a> +<img src='images/illus-fpc.jpg' alt='' /> +<p style='text-align:center'><span style='font-size:smaller'>“RAH! RAH! RAH! RAH!” SCREAMED PAUL JONES IN<br />THE MOST EXTRAVAGANT DELIGHT IMAGINABLE.</span></p> +</div> + +<hr style='margin-top: 20px; margin-bottom:20px; border:none; border-bottom:1px dashed silver; width: 100%' /> +<p style='margin:0 auto'> </p> +<p style='margin:0 auto'> </p> +<p style='text-align:center; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; font-size: 2.2em'>THE AUTO BOYS’</p> + +<p style='text-align:center; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; font-size: 2.2em'>VACATION</p> + +<p style='margin:0 auto'> </p> +<p style='text-align:center; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; font-size: 1.4em'>By James A. Braden</p> + +<p style='margin:0 auto'> </p> +<p style='margin:0 auto'> </p> +<p style='margin:0 auto'> </p> +<p style='text-align:center; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; font-size: 0.8em'>AUTHOR OF</p> + +<p style='text-align:center; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; font-size: 0.8em'>“THE AUTO BOYS,” “THE AUTO BOYS’ OUTING,” “THE</p> + +<p style='text-align:center; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; font-size: 0.8em'>AUTO BOYS’ QUEST,” “FAR PAST THE FRONTIER,”</p> + +<p style='text-align:center; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; font-size: 0.8em'>“CONNECTICUT BOYS IN THE WESTERN</p> + +<p style='text-align:center; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; font-size: 0.8em'>RESERVE,” ETC.</p> + +<p style='margin:0 auto'> </p> +<p style='margin:0 auto'> </p> +<p style='margin:0 auto'> </p> +<p style='margin:0 auto'> </p> +<p style='text-align:center; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; font-size: 1.0em'>ILLUSTRATED BY</p> + +<p style='text-align:center; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; font-size: 1.2em'>E. A. FURMAN</p> + +<p style='margin:0 auto'> </p> +<p style='margin:0 auto'> </p> +<p style='margin:0 auto'> </p> +<p style='margin:0 auto'> </p> +<p style='text-align:center; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; font-size: 1.0em'>THE SAALFIELD PUBLISHING COMPANY</p> + +<p style='text-align:center; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; font-size: 1.0em'>CHICAGO—AKRON, OHIO—NEW YORK</p> + +<p style='margin:0 auto'> </p> +<p style='margin:0 auto'> </p> + +<hr style='margin-top: 20px; margin-bottom:20px; border:none; border-bottom:1px dashed silver; width: 100%' /> +<p style='text-align:center; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; font-size: 1.0em'><span style='font-size:smaller'>COPYRIGHT, 1913,</span></p> + +<p style='text-align:center; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; font-size: 1.0em'><span style='font-size:smaller'>BY</span></p> + +<p style='text-align:center; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; font-size: 1.0em'>THE SAALFIELD PUBLISHING COMPANY</p> + + +<hr style='margin-top: 20px; margin-bottom:20px; border:none; border-bottom:1px dashed silver; width: 100%' /> +<p style='text-align:center; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; font-size: 1.0em'><span style='font-size:larger'>CONTENTS</span></p> + + +<p style='margin:0 auto'> </p> +<table style='margin-left:auto; margin-right:auto; font-variant: small-caps;' summary='toc'> +<tr> +<td valign='top' align='right'><span style='font-size:smaller'>CHAPTER</span></td> +<td valign='top' style='padding-left:1em;'></td> +<td valign='bottom' style='padding-left:1em;' align='right'><span style='font-size:smaller'>PAGE</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td valign='top' align='right'>I</td> +<td valign='top' style='padding-left:1em;'>Again the Lonely South Fork Road</td> +<td valign='bottom' style='padding-left:1em;' align='right'><a href='#chap01'>1</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td valign='top' align='right'>II</td> +<td valign='top' style='padding-left:1em;'>The Search Is Continued</td> +<td valign='bottom' style='padding-left:1em;' align='right'><a href='#chap02'>13</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td valign='top' align='right'>III</td> +<td valign='top' style='padding-left:1em;'>Mr. Billy Worth Does Some Thinking</td> +<td valign='bottom' style='padding-left:1em;' align='right'><a href='#chap03'>27</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td valign='top' align='right'>IV</td> +<td valign='top' style='padding-left:1em;'>Detective Bob Rack Has Something to Say</td> +<td valign='bottom' style='padding-left:1em;' align='right'><a href='#chap04'>43</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td valign='top' align='right'>V</td> +<td valign='top' style='padding-left:1em;'>A Bit of Advice From a Stranger</td> +<td valign='bottom' style='padding-left:1em;' align='right'><a href='#chap05'>59</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td valign='top' align='right'>VI</td> +<td valign='top' style='padding-left:1em;'>A Little Kindness and What Came of It</td> +<td valign='bottom' style='padding-left:1em;' align='right'><a href='#chap06'>71</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td valign='top' align='right'>VII</td> +<td valign='top' style='padding-left:1em;'>A Swift Ride Through the Darkness</td> +<td valign='bottom' style='padding-left:1em;' align='right'><a href='#chap07'>85</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td valign='top' align='right'>VIII</td> +<td valign='top' style='padding-left:1em;'>In Most Excellent Good Season</td> +<td valign='bottom' style='padding-left:1em;' align='right'><a href='#chap08'>103</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td valign='top' align='right'>IX</td> +<td valign='top' style='padding-left:1em;'>The Detective’s Strange Story</td> +<td valign='bottom' style='padding-left:1em;' align='right'><a href='#chap09'>111</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td valign='top' align='right'>X</td> +<td valign='top' style='padding-left:1em;'>Eastward Ho!</td> +<td valign='bottom' style='padding-left:1em;' align='right'><a href='#chap10'>127</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td valign='top' align='right'>XI</td> +<td valign='top' style='padding-left:1em;'>Passing the Load of Hay</td> +<td valign='bottom' style='padding-left:1em;' align='right'><a href='#chap11'>143</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td valign='top' align='right'>XII</td> +<td valign='top' style='padding-left:1em;'>Nan and the Jersey Bull</td> +<td valign='bottom' style='padding-left:1em;' align='right'><a href='#chap12'>163</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td valign='top' align='right'>XIII</td> +<td valign='top' style='padding-left:1em;'>The Kidnapers</td> +<td valign='bottom' style='padding-left:1em;' align='right'><a href='#chap13'>183</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td valign='top' align='right'>XIV</td> +<td valign='top' style='padding-left:1em;'>Under the Car</td> +<td valign='bottom' style='padding-left:1em;' align='right'><a href='#chap14'>199</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td valign='top' align='right'>XV</td> +<td valign='top' style='padding-left:1em;'>At the Old Tavern</td> +<td valign='bottom' style='padding-left:1em;' align='right'><a href='#chap15'>219</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td valign='top' align='right'>XVI</td> +<td valign='top' style='padding-left:1em;'>Conclusion</td> +<td valign='bottom' style='padding-left:1em;' align='right'><a href='#chap16'>239</a></td> +</tr> +</table> +<hr style='margin-top: 20px; margin-bottom:20px; border:none; border-bottom:1px dashed silver; width: 100%' /> + +<p style='text-align:center; display:block; margin-top:64px; margin-bottom: 32px;'><span style='font-size:larger'><span style='font-size:larger'>THE AUTO BOYS’ VACATION</span></span></p> + +<div> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_1'></a>1</span><a id='chap01'></a> +<p style='text-align:center; display:block; margin-top: 64px;'>CHAPTER I</p> + +<p style='text-align:center; display:block; margin-top:8px; margin-bottom: 32px;'>AGAIN THE LONELY SOUTH FORK ROAD</p> + +<p>“You can’t hide anything from the chief,” observed Willie +Creek, when Chief Fobes had left his garage, the scene of the mystery related in +<i>The Auto Boys’ Big Six</i>.</p> + +<p>“Well, he didn’t seem to be a whole lot interested to find out who +broke in here—who killed our dog,” replied Billy Worth, +severely.</p> + +<p>“You don’t <i>know</i> him,” returned Mr. Creek. “You +just show him the fellow that done the deed and he’ll arrest him mighty +quick.”</p> + +<p>“Maybe if we’d see a man robbing a bank here, then called Fobes so he +could see, too, that the man <i>was</i> robbing the bank, he’d do +something,” remarked Billy, as the lads returned to the hotel.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_2'></a>2</span>“I’ll +tell you what <i>he’d</i> do,” growled Paul Jones. “He’d +say—‘now from the standpoint of the law, maybe that man is going to +commit a crime. From the standpoint of the law, he better go a little careful or +I’ll tell his mother on him.’”</p> + +<p>All of which might be taken to indicate that Chief Fobes was not as great a +man in the minds of the four boys as he was in his own. Still, something might +be said on both sides of this subject, quite as Phil Way now remarked, but the +conversation was abruptly dropped.</p> + +<p>“No news yet?” asked Mr. Wagg. The lads had just reached the +hotel again.</p> + +<p>“None of the car, but—” and then they told the landlord of +the killing of Scottie. Confidentially they intimated their belief that John +Smith or “Pickem” might know something of the affair.</p> + +<p>“Very strange,” mused Mr. Wagg. “He checked out—paid +his bill and left—last night. He said he was leaving on the ten o’clock +train east. Seemed put out because the party he had +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_3'></a>3</span>been expecting in to +see him had not come. But he left no word—no address for mail, or +anything.”</p> + +<p>The hotel proprietor was not at all pleased with the indifference of Chief +Fobes. The boys had told him of all that took place at the garage. “Yet of +course,” said he, “it might make a difference if you lived here. +There’d be quite a little expense to find out who killed the dog and, besides, +the thieves, if it was thieves who did it, didn’t get anything. It doesn’t +seem to me, now really, that this new trouble has anything to do with your lost +automobile, and I take it that that’s the main thing, after all.”</p> + +<p>To this the boys agreed and, eager to put into execution Phil’s plan to +telephone to all the larger cities east and west, to get some trace of the Big +Six, if possible, they started for the telephone office.</p> + +<p>“But we can’t all telephone,” said Phil. “Who will look +after burying Scottie? And who will go to Ferndale in the Torpedo and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_4'></a>4</span>take back the pick +and shovel to the blacksmith? Even if he did say we might have them as long as +we liked, they should be toted home to-day.”</p> + +<p>Billy and Paul volunteered for the work mentioned. With the cold, stiff body +of poor Scottie covered over with muslin in the tonneau, they started the stray +automobile again toward the lonely South Fork and Ferndale. Where the dog’s +burial place should be had been a problem. Willie Creek suggested a wooded knoll +where some evergreens grew, not far beyond the branching of the road. This place +the two boys reached in due time. It seemed to be quite what they sought.</p> + +<p>Overhead the always green branches would sing a gentle requiem in the breeze +the whole year through. The thick, emerald foliage would protect the little +grave below, both from the violence of winter’s storms and the heat of the +summer sun.</p> + +<p>The solemn task was not a pleasant one. They wrapped the clean, new muslin +around the body that in life had been so lithe, so strong, so +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_5'></a>5</span>active and so +handsome, and gently placed it in the soft, cool ground. After the beautiful +custom of the Grand Army of the Republic they put bits of evergreen in the +grave, in token of unceasing remembrance of their dead comrade. Slowly they +filled in the earth.</p> + +<p>“We’ll come back some day—some day when we’ve at last got +out of this awful ocean of bad luck we seem to be in, and we’ll put up a +little stone to mark the grave,” said Billy. “If ever a dog deserved +it, Scottie does. I only wish we knew to whom he rightly belonged before Mr. +Knight ever saw him. They’d like to hear, I think, that he was a hero, whether +they cast him off or not, or even if he was a runaway.”</p> + +<p>Going on toward Ferndale, the little town two or three miles beyond where the +Big Six was ditched, Billy and Paul again deeply felt the lonely influence of +the unfrequented road. Even in the bright sunshine the old mill-pond, the mill, +the big, empty icehouse, the weeping willows near them—all seemed to tell +of that dreadful tragedy of many years ago. The boys +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_6'></a>6</span>both noticed as they +passed how the road’s bank sloped down, and their active imaginations plainly +pictured the frightened horses, the overturned carriage and the flood of the +great, dark pond closing over the young man and his mother, whose sad story +Willie Creek had told them.</p> + +<p>Farther on, at the spot where all their own troubles had had their beginning, +the two lads stopped. Filled with vain regrets they looked again all about the +place where the Six went down. But if they expected to make any new discovery, +they were disappointed. The road was dry now. The broken fence rails still lay +at the foot of the embankment. The trampled grass and weeds still told of what +had happened, but no one had been near; no human creature, it was to be +believed, had visited the scene since the boys last saw it.</p> + +<p>Returning to their car, the friends soon reached the house where they had +stopped to make inquiry that first day of their trouble—the house where +lived the lonely, old man, all +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_7'></a>7</span>his thoughts in the +days of long ago. They now knew the story of the faded dwelling, the crumbling +condition of every structure. Curiously they glanced about, thinking they might +see the lonely, old gentleman and give him a friendly salute—just a hand +thrown up for an instant—as they passed.</p> + +<p>Ah, there he was! Seated in the kitchen doorway, he saw the machine even +before Paul and Billy saw him. Their wave of a hand seemed to please him, and he +waved a beckoning signal in return. Billy jumped down and walked up to see if +something was wanted.</p> + +<p>“No, no!” the old man replied, far more pleasantly than at that +former time. He meant only to acknowledge their greeting, he said. Then he asked +if the owner of the runaway car had been found.</p> + +<p>This led Billy to tell all about the misfortune that had followed the picking +up of the strange automobile. The farmer ruefully shook his head. There were +many days together that no vehicle went along this road, in these latter +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_8'></a>8</span>years, he said. He +could hardly understand how so strange a thing should happen almost at his door. +And he had been disturbed in other ways. Only last night, as he sat in the +kitchen door, he had seen a crouching figure in the moonlight slip from one tree +to another. It was after midnight. Visitors he little expected to have at any +time, much less at such an hour. So he called out, “Hello, there!” +The figure hastened away and he saw it no more.</p> + +<p>“It fretted me some,” said the old gentleman slowly, “but I +didn’t see anything more, clean to daylight.”</p> + +<p>Somehow the picture of the aged, unhappy man sitting all night in the kitchen +door, as his imagination presented it, touched Billy’s sympathies deeply. He +asked if Mr. Peek would not like to take a little ride in the car to Ferndale. +They were coming back at once. It would take but a little while, he +urged.</p> + +<p>With something more like a smile than had been seen on his face for many a +year, the old <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_9'></a>9</span>man +said he never had ridden in an automobile, and would be glad to go. He climbed +up to the front seat beside Paul. Billy told him it was the more comfortable +place to ride. And plainly Mr. Peek enjoyed the trip. He was quite silent but +his deep, pain-marked eyes lighted up noticeably.</p> + +<p>“It’s a grand thing to be young,” said he, at last.</p> + +<p>Neither blacksmith nor storekeeper at Ferndale had heard the slightest +inquiry for the runaway automobile, which was not a runaway at all at the time +it passed through that village the previous Friday. Nor had they heard anything +which might cast light upon the theft of the Big Six.</p> + +<p>“You’ll find that whoever had this Torpedo car is the same party that +hooked your machine,” said the blacksmith. “Stands to reason. +Wherever could he have disappeared to, if it ain’t so?”</p> + +<p>“I’m afraid you’re on the wrong track,” smiled Billy, a +little sadly. “Chief Fobes, at +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_10'></a>10</span>Griffin, says +positively that the two things—this lost machine on the one hand, and the +stealing of our car on the other—have no connection with each +other.”</p> + +<p>“Matter of opinion!” spoke the blacksmith warmly. And then as if +he scarcely endorsed Willie Creek’s high opinion of Mr. Fobes’ ability, he +added: “And I’ll put my judgment against his’n any day.”</p> + +<p>Arranging with their friends to telephone them at the American House +immediately should there be any development at Ferndale concerning either car, +the two boys turned toward Griffin. They stopped at his lonely, cheerless home +to leave Mr. Peek. His thankful appreciation of the ride made them glad of the +little kindness they had been able to show him. Neither lad thought to attach +importance to the old man’s account of his being disturbed by prowlers. It was +Phil who saw significance in this story as, at dinner, Billy and Paul told all +that had taken place with them.</p> + +<p>“It’s a mighty mysterious business,” declared +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_11'></a>11</span>Way. +“Don’t you see it? Here’s an automobile,—quite likely a stolen +automobile, at that—abandoned and left to run itself on a lonely road. No +one can discover what became of the driver of that car. He was certainly driving +when the machine left Ferndale. Three miles further on, and near the old Peek +place, he is missing. Now isn’t it likely that the same man is still sneaking +around in that neighborhood?”</p> + +<p>“Well, anyhow, we’re getting off the main track again,” Billy +returned. “We’d like to know where the Torpedo belongs, but it’s a +heap more important that we keep on the trail of our own machine.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, that’s so,” Phil soberly assented. “It’s +certainly strange that all my telephoning went for nothing. The police and all +the big garages from Albany to Buffalo, I should say, have a description of our +car, and yet not a sign of her has been discovered any place.”</p> + +<p>“There’s a long distance telephone call for Mr. Way,” announced +the voice of Mr. Wagg, the landlord.</p> + +</div> + +<div> +<a id='chap02'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_13'></a>13</span><p style='text-align:center; display:block; margin-top: 64px;'>CHAPTER II</p> + +<p style='text-align:center; display:block; margin-top:8px; margin-bottom: 32px;'>THE SEARCH IS CONTINUED</p> + +<p><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>It</span> is much to be feared that +three certain young gentlemen finished their dinner with unbecoming haste in +order to join more quickly the fourth young gentleman summoned to the long +distance telephone.</p> + +<p>“Why, it was dad! Called up clear from Lannington!” announced +Phil, coming from the telephone booth, perspiring but pleased. “They all +got our letters, just a little while ago, and there must have been a general +powwow all about us and the car right away. They fixed it up that dad should +call us. And they’re mighty interested. Think we haven’t acted fast enough, +and all that. Want us to offer a reward—get busy—travel +around—not lose so much time just staying here. And if we can’t +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_14'></a>14</span>get some news by +Wednesday, they’ll either come on here or send a detective from Chicago or +somewhere.”</p> + +<p>“It’ll cost a raft of money,” murmured MacLester.</p> + +<p>“But we’ve been too afraid of spending a little,” Billy +answered.</p> + +<p>“Over four dollars’ worth of telephoning in one morning!” +ejaculated Paul, forcibly. He did not like criticism.</p> + +<p>“Just the same, it feels good to know there’s somebody back of us. Of +course we knew there was, anyway, but to have them get together and then +telephone clear here—it’s mighty encouraging,” spoke Phil. +“Now we can’t let them think we aren’t capable of getting out of this +pickle by ourselves, and we don’t want them to hold a convention here. The +answer is, get busy! So what are we going to do?”</p> + +<p>“Well, what <i>are</i> we going to do?” This from Paul, as if he +would say that everything possible to do had been done.</p> + +<p>“Why, there’s one thing that seemed like a +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_15'></a>15</span>good +suggestion,” said Phil, “and that is that we look in other +places—get on the train, get in touch with the police and the auto clubs +and garages in different likely places, personally.”</p> + +<p>“It’s reasonable, and the thing to do,” declared Worth with +emphasis. “Phil, why can’t you and Dave go to Albany or Rochester this +very day? Stop off at Syracuse. Go up to Pittsfield, too? Paul and I can watch +and hunt around here and follow up what poor little clues we’ve +got.”</p> + +<p>“Clues? <i>We</i> have no clues!” spoke MacLester, moodily, +“unless Hipp and Earnest are the ones. I’ve come to the conclusion that +those fellows lied about seeing a man in a raincoat. Who else saw him? Don’t +we know that young Earnest can lie like a beggar? Is Hipp any +better?”</p> + +<p>“But there’s the raincoat! Saw it ourselves!” Billy +argued.</p> + +<p>“Oh, that might belong to anybody! Plenty of old raincoats lying +around,” persisted David.</p> + +<p>“I’m afraid you’re on the wrong track, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_16'></a>16</span>Mack,” Phil +Way urged quietly. Then immediately he added: “We must look up trains at +once. Billy’s plan may not be very promising but, goodness, we can’t sit +around and wait for the car to come to us!”</p> + +<p>So the agreement was made, quite as Worth proposed. Dave and Phil had just +time to catch the 1:24 train—one of the few fast trains that stopped at +Griffin—and they promised to telegraph from Albany the same night, if +they found anything worth reporting.</p> + +<p>“I am glad we are making a start toward something, anyway,” Worth +remarked, when he and Paul had waved good-bye to the two on the train, and +turned toward the hotel again.</p> + +<p>“Tell you what, though, Bill! Let’s just keep right on the job every +minute, ourselves, and maybe we can surprise the fellows—get hold of +something awfully important.” Paul was pretty serious.</p> + +<p>“Sure!” said Billy.</p> + +<p>Then came the stumbling block. It was all very well to say “keep on the +job,” but just +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_17'></a>17</span>what to do that +might be worth while was another problem.</p> + +<p>“Funny we never heard a word from that ‘A. W. Kull, Harkville, +New York,’ if our telegram was ever delivered there,” said Worth, +thinking aloud, somewhat later. “Let’s ask the office here to find out +what became of our message. It won’t cost anything.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, gravy! That has nothing to do with us! It’s the Six we’re +after, Bill!” But notwithstanding this objection, the Griffin telegraph +office was asked for the information.</p> + +<p>The operator kindly offered to send a service message, as it is called, +desiring the Harkville office to report on the matter. Harkville replied in due +time. The message to “A. W. Kull” was delivered at his residence. +Why it was not answered the telegraph people did not know, of course.</p> + +<p>During the afternoon the boys also met Chief Fobes. With his stick under his +arm, he leaned against a railing at the Bank building, eating peanuts.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_18'></a>18</span>“Nothin’ doin’,” was his reply to their inquiry. “Ain’t likely to be,” he added, discouragingly. “It ain’t our luck, somehow. It may be here or any place around here that something will happen, but of course the gentry don’t stay in these smaller places, and it’s always in the bigger towns that they’re nabbed if they don’t get away altogether.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, yes, I see,” said Billy Worth, but when he and Paul had +walked on, he remarked: “No, it is not Mr. Fobes’ luck to catch +anything. I reckon he banks more on luck than he does on work, +though.”</p> + +<p>“‘From the standpoint of the law,’” grinned Jones. +But then lest he and Worth should fall into the same error, he said briskly, +“But come on, Bill, we’ll have to hustle if we’re going to find +anything.”</p> + +<p>Meanwhile Dave and Phil were approaching Albany. On the train they mapped out +their general plan of work. Phil was to interview the police officials while +Dave made inquiries at the headquarters of the automobile club. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_19'></a>19</span>Then, together, +they would visit the central garages. The outlying establishments they would +call up by telephone, they decided. Surely, every automobile, stolen or +otherwise, must have gasoline. Somewhere, then, it might be reasonably expected, +trace of the Big Six would surely be discovered.</p> + +<p>It seems likely, and probably is true, that the boys failed to appreciate the +great number of cars constantly going and coming through all such large cities +as Albany, Buffalo, Cleveland and the like. Living in a much smaller place, +where tourists from a distance, especially those with licenses from other +states, were quickly noticed, they did not understand that machines from far and +near are so numerous upon the great motor thoroughfares that they attract +scarcely passing notice.</p> + +<p>Disappointment followed disappointment as Phil and Dave pursued their task. +The fact that the police department had a perfect description of their car and +the assurance of the lieutenant, with whom Phil talked, that +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_20'></a>20</span>every patrolman +had the number of the stolen machine, were the only bits of encouragement they +found.</p> + +<p>“Didn’t ye have insurance against theft?” asked a pleasant +young fellow at a new garage not far from the capitol. “Ought to have a +fire and theft insurance policy,” he declared, “then you let someone +else do the worrying.”</p> + +<p>“Too late to think of it now, I’m afraid,” said Phil with a +forlorn smile.</p> + +<p>“That’s true enough,” said the other, “but I was just +thinking how lucky a fellow considers himself when he does have insurance in a +case of this kind. There was an illustration of it up state just this spring. +Man had a new car. Used it just a little, over winter. In April it was stolen +and it never was found. He got a check for pretty nearly all he paid for it +because he had insurance. He didn’t have to lose any sleep, you +see.”</p> + +<p>“Also, you may be able to sell him another car, because he has the +money to pay for one,” suggested Dave, his eyes twinkling.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_21'></a>21</span>“Now +you’re trying to jolly me,” returned the young man good-humoredly. +“But I didn’t mean it that way. Fact is, the man was away up at +Harkville—’way out of our territory for Torpedoes.”</p> + +<p>“Hello, now!” exclaimed Way, eagerly. “Was there a Torpedo +stolen in Harkville, recently?”</p> + +<p>“Not lately. Two months ago,” the other answered.</p> + +<p>“Who lost it?” And again Way glanced sharply at Dave. The latter +was listening to every word but taking care to betray no unusual +interest.</p> + +<p>“H—m—m—Hull, Kull—why, that’s it! Kull +was his name. But <i>your</i> car was not a Torpedo, was it?”</p> + +<p>If the young man thought that in this question he guessed the reason for +Phil’s wish to know more of the incident mentioned, he guessed wrong, of +course. But unwilling to tell just why he was interested, until he should +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_22'></a>22</span>have had time to +think, Phil gave him no enlightenment.</p> + +<p>“No,” answered Way, “the Torpedo people don’t build a +six-cylinder car, do they?”</p> + +<p>“That’s right, yours was a six,” said the other. “Makes +you so much the greater loser, with no insurance.”</p> + +<p>“What luck did the Harkville man have finding his car? Someone must +have looked for it even if he did have insurance.”</p> + +<p>“Guess they <i>did</i> look for it,” said the garage man +forcibly. “First Kull and the police, then the insurance people and +detectives, and believe <i>me</i>, insurance companies don’t care how much it +costs to find a stolen car if they’ve had to pay for it. They do get stung +though, and last I heard, Kull had his money, for his car was never found, high +or low. Strange case! Never a clue to go by. A padlock pried off Kull’s little +garage and the machine gone and—there you are.”</p> + +<p>“Strange!” muttered Phil, but he was thinking too, that, though +this was exceedingly interesting +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_23'></a>23</span>information, he +must not allow it to take his thoughts from the loss that meant so much more to +himself and friends, personally. So, thanking the young man, he and Dave left +the garage.</p> + +<p>“Why didn’t you tell him about the Torpedo? She’s the Harkville car +as sure as you’re born!” spoke MacLester, immediately the two were +beyond hearing.</p> + +<p>“It might have done no harm, and again—there’s the trouble! I +wanted to talk it over with you. It seems small and mean, but still we didn’t +pay out railroad fare and all that to help find the owner of that Torpedo. We +wired Kull and did our part. He may be in Griffin right now to claim the +property.”</p> + +<p>“More likely he doesn’t care. He got insurance money, so why bother +any more about it? That would explain the whole thing—the whole reason +why our telegram was never answered,” Dave reasoned.</p> + +<p>“It looks that way,” Phil replied. “And our chasing the +Torpedo is chasing right away +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_24'></a>24</span>from the car we +want to find. Blame it all! We don’t seem to get anywhere. Here we go +stumbling into things about the Torpedo but no clues at all to the Six!” +All of which, and the disgruntled tone, were both unusual words and manner in +young Mr. Way.</p> + +<p>The day had long since closed. The boys found a comfortable hotel and went to +bed, leaving a call for half-past five as the train for Pittsfield left Albany +at six-thirty. The distance was not great and as several important automobile +routes branched out from the Massachusetts town, it was considered a likely +source of information.</p> + +<p>Tired as they were, Phil and Dave must and did discuss at length the day’s +developments before they fell asleep. A sense of duty that they should report at +once the apparent fact that they had found the stolen Harkville car, weighed +somewhat upon their minds.</p> + +<p>“But what if we do? What happens?” they reasoned. “We are +put out just that much in hunting for the Six. We lose time being +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_25'></a>25</span>called as +witnesses, and a lot of botheration, just when we need every minute, and nothing +much is gained. A few days will make no difference with regard to the Torpedo, +long ago given up as beyond recovery.”</p> + +<p>And so resolving to stick to the more important business first, but to report +the finding of the stolen Harkville car just so soon as details of +identification and the law’s red tape would not be so inconvenient, they put +the subject aside.</p> + +<p>Thanks to Chief Fobes, in part, and also thanks to their own error, in part, +the boys were making a costly mistake by believing the trail of the Torpedo had +no connection with the theft of their own car. Or so it would seem, would it +not? And yet, even if the thieves who first stole the Harkville car were the +same who, later on, made off with the Big Six, what could be gained by going +back along the route to deliver the one recovered machine instead of pursuing +diligently the more recently stolen property?</p> + +<p>“We’ll never see our car again; that I +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_26'></a>26</span>know,” said +Dave MacLester, glum and despondent. He pulled on his shoes in the stuffy little +hotel room next morning, as if life were to him a barren, barren waste.</p> + +<p>“It’s mostly the time of day, Mack,” said Way good-humoredly. +“Half-past five has a mighty blue appearance after you’ve been eating +strange grub, and staying up till midnight the day before. You’ll brighten up +like the shining sun if we can only get out where there is such a +thing—that and get hold of a little news to-day.”</p> + +<p>“We haven’t got hold of any <i>yet</i>,” asserted MacLester, +not a bit more cheerfully.</p> + +<p>And his words were the truth, cold and harsh, as the truth may sometimes be, +beyond a doubt.</p> + +</div> + +<div> +<a id='chap03'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_27'></a>27</span><p style='text-align:center; display:block; margin-top: 64px;'>CHAPTER III</p> + +<p style='text-align:center; display:block; margin-top:8px; margin-bottom: 32px;'>MR. BILLY WORTH DOES SOME THINKING</p> + +<p>“<span style='font-variant:small-caps'>Hello</span>! What’s all the +feverish bustle about? Good news, I hope!”</p> + +<p>This from Mr. Wagg as Billy and Paul, very warm and very red, hustled into +that gentleman’s hotel and suddenly stopped, as if they had at that moment +forgotten what they came for.</p> + +<p>“No,—not exactly,” said Billy. “Fact is, we have no +news at all and it just makes us feel that we’ve got to get busy; and that’s +what we’ve been doing—hustling up here as hard as ever we +could.”</p> + +<p>“What for? What scent are you on now?” asked the landlord, +peering over his glasses as he leaned upon the register counter. There was a +trace of amusement in his voice.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_28'></a>28</span>“That’s +just it,” put in Paul. “We don’t know just what scent we +<i>are</i> on but, by thunder! we’ve <i>got</i> to get some news of that +car!”</p> + +<p>“Well, I suppose that nothing succeeds like determination,” +observed Mr. Wagg kindly. “Still, there’s a lot o’ misdirected energy +in the world.” With a sigh he sat down and resumed the afternoon nap which +the swift entrance of the boys had broken in upon.</p> + +<p>A large part of Griffin seemed to be occupied quite as was Landlord Wagg. How +very quiet the little town was this tranquil June afternoon!</p> + +<p>“Ginger! I’d just like to take a nap myself; but we’ve got to keep +busy,” mused Billy. The two were seated in big armchairs of the hotel +office.</p> + +<p>“Our basket, Willie Creek’s lamp and that old raincoat are in our +room. Mr. Hipp brought them and the porter carried them up. Told me so just +after dinner,” suggested Paul. “We might tote Willie’s lamp over +to the garage.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_29'></a>29</span>Straightway up +the stairs dashed the two boys. Yes, there at the foot of the bed the articles +in question were deposited. Again the boys examined the lunch hamper inside and +out. Again they searched pockets, lining, every shred of the muddy, dirty, +wrinkled coat.</p> + +<p>How freshly the garment, splashed with the rain and the thick pools of the +road, brought back to Billy’s mind the dismal afternoon when first they +ventured upon the lonely South Fork! Again, in mental vision, he saw the Torpedo +come over the hill, saw the impossibility of passing the machine if it did not +quickly turn out! Then he recalled—how vividly!—the dreadful +scene, the Big Six ditched, the rain, the heavy, mist-laden air, the gloom, of +approaching darkness.</p> + +<p>And in the same train of thought, as he went forward, he seemed to see the +man Hipp and Earnest had told of seeing, marching stolidly along the wet road, +carrying the basket stolen from the Six, wearing this very raincoat and on his +head a low, soft cap, his top boots or +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_30'></a>30</span>leggins splashed +with mud, the rain pelting him till he stumbled as he walked. How easily the +lad’s imagination drew for him the picture Alfred Earnest and his friend Hipp +described! Then suddenly——</p> + +<p>“For the love of cats, Paul Jones, I am one large punkin head! And so +are <i>you!</i> And so are <i>all</i> of us!”</p> + +<p>Quite naturally young Mr. Jones looked up suddenly, startled not a little by +the extraordinary accusation.</p> + +<p>“Wh——”</p> + +<p>Paul’s intended response was violently interrupted. Knocking his own head +with one pair of knuckles, Billy brought those of his other hand down forcibly +on his friend’s tawny hair, at the same time and not once, but +repeatedly.</p> + +<p>Not until Jones escaped beyond reach, which he did by tumbling ungracefully +backward over a chair, as he retreated from the mysterious attack, did Worth +explain himself.</p> + +<p>“That man—the drunken fellow we saw +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_31'></a>31</span>Fobes arrest on +Saturday night—you remember? He’s the fellow who wore this raincoat, +stole our basket and—who knows?—maybe the car! Plain as daylight! +Why didn’t we see it before? The cap, the leather leggins all caked with +mud—I couldn’t see it all plainer if he stood in this very +room!”</p> + +<p>For a few seconds Paul was lost in a confusion of thoughts, but he extricated +himself at last, saying:</p> + +<p>“Thunder! I do remember that that fellow Fobes got wore +leggins—yes, and the cap! But—why, a lot of people wear ’em for +fishing trips and——”</p> + +<p>“Yes, and chauffeurs wear ’em,” put in Billy, heatedly. +“I say, come on! We’ll have a look and we’ll get something out of +this, you bet!”</p> + +<p>Whether Paul would or would not wager, however, he did not say. What he did +reply was: “Honest, Bill, I hope there’s something to it, +but—anyhow, let’s not be too sure!”</p> + +<p>Chief Fobes, dozing the early afternoon away +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_32'></a>32</span>in his dingy +office, sleepily called to the boys, “Come in!”</p> + +<p>They entered. Needless to say, also, the haste and earnestness in Billy’s +manner fully awakened the officer of the law rather more abruptly than often +happened.</p> + +<p>“We want to find out about a fellow you arrested Saturday evening. Wore +a cap and high boots or leggins,” spoke young Mr. Worth in a single +breath.</p> + +<p>“Soaked for ten days in the cooler,” said Mr. Fobes, +indifferently. By which it will be understood that the village magistrate had +imposed upon the man a fine of ten days in jail.</p> + +<p>“Well, who is he? Can we see him?” Worth continued +rapidly.</p> + +<p>“He’s just a bum, I guess. I don’t know him and—well, you +can ask Willie Creek whether I know everybody around here or whether I don’t. +He was hanging around all Saturday afternoon and drinking. By night I had to +pinch him.”</p> + +<p>With a show of real interest Chief Fobes now +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_33'></a>33</span>heard the story +Billy told and the belief that the man in the lockup could throw light on the +disappearance of the Big Six. Slowly, very slowly, nevertheless, the officer +rose, yawned and led the way to the corridor below, so conducting the boys to a +group of steel cells in a basement at the rear of the building. The man they +sought was lying on an iron bunk. He stepped forward when Mr. Fobes called +sharply, “Here, you! Step up!” quite as if the unfortunate were a +refractory horse.</p> + +<p>“Might I ask you a question?” began Billy. He and Paul were both +keeping pretty close to Mr. Fobes as the prisoner, still in the mud-stained +boots and garments, approached the bars.</p> + +<p>“I’ll do the talkin’,” put in the officer bluntly. Then to +the man who peered out from the gloomy cell, “What was you doing on the +South Fork road last—last Friday?”</p> + +<p>“I don’t know anything about any South Fork road. What ye givin’ +us? I come in here from Rochester, hittin’ the road an’ lookin’ fer +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_34'></a>34</span>a job in the +country, an’ I told the judge the same thing, didn’t I?”</p> + +<p>“It don’t go, Billy. You can’t throw any bluff here,” said +Fobes with an air of familiarity, but shaking his head coldly, too. “You +was seen on the South Fork road an’ there’s an automobile man lookin’ for +you. Guess he wants to give you a raincoat you lost somewhere.”</p> + +<p>This, of course, was just the kind of talk that Mr. Fobes himself had termed +a “bluff” and, in the vernacular, nothing else. Whether the prisoner +thought so or otherwise, for a few seconds he made no reply. Then as if feeling +his way carefully, he said: “Somebody lookin’ for me, eh? Tell ’im +where I am. Or mebbe he knows it.”</p> + +<p>“It ain’t no go, I tell you,” said Fobes sharply. +“There’s a little matter of a patent dinner basket on you straight. +Swipin’ grub from boys, too! Ain’t you ashamed of yourself? You don’t +happen to remember what you left in the raincoat, do ye?”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_35'></a>35</span>Billy and Paul +were far from approving this kind of questioning. Yet they could see the object +of Chief Fobes, which was to frighten and confuse the prisoner by making him +believe a great deal was known about him, thereby leading him into admissions +that would pave the way toward gaining a complete confession from him.</p> + +<p>“I don’t know nothin’ about a coat, boss; but who’s lookin’ fer +me?” called the one behind the bars as the officer and the boys started to +move away.</p> + +<p>“You’ll find that out quick enough,” said Fobes with a harsh +laugh. But he did not pause and led the way to his own office again.</p> + +<p>“Now,” said he, “you have seen how we go about it. We’ve +set the yeast to workin’. He’ll be more ready to let out a little by the +time I take his supper in to him.”</p> + +<p>Chief Fobes was evidently much pleased with himself but he was not prepared +for the rather unusual incident that followed.</p> + +<p>“Where’s the kid that said might he ask me +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_36'></a>36</span>a question?” +inquired the prisoner when the officer visited his cell again. “I want to +see ’im if I can, boss!”</p> + +<p>Billy was called only after Mr. Fobes had failed to extract from the man any +information whatever. Cautioning the lad to tell the prisoner little or nothing, +the policeman, who was also turnkey, it will have been noticed, took Worth into +the lockup and left him.</p> + +<p>“What was yer question, bub! Mebbe I might answer it,” said the +fellow. He held a bar of the cell in each hand and leaned forward on his elbows. +His face, pressed between the steel rods, had a really hideous look.</p> + +<p>“Where’s the Big Six automobile that dinner basket came from? Now you +tell me that and you’ll make a friend. You seem to need one all +right.”</p> + +<p>Billy was surprised by his own boldness in this speech. The fact was the +man’s manner had quite startled him.</p> + +<p>The prisoner laughed in a coarse guffaw. Abruptly checking himself, he said +in a whisper: +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_37'></a>37</span>“You get me +out o’ here. Swipe the keys—any old way! Pass me in a saw—just +so’s I get out to-night, an’ I’ll show you where you can find that +automobile, good as ever she was. And—” the fellow swore venomously +and wickedly—“you blab this an’ I’ll get ye fer it if I go to +the chair!”</p> + +<p>“Might as well be reasonable,” spoke the boy, frightened by the +very nature of the proposal, but scarcely showing it. “I’ll help you get +out if it means just paying a fine for you, if you can do all you say, +but——”</p> + +<p>“Do all I <i>say?</i> Don’t you think I couldn’t?”</p> + +<p>Billy hardly knew what to say. For a few seconds he made no answer.</p> + +<p>“Aw, I was just a kiddin’ ye,” the fellow said with a coarse +laugh again, as if he had quite suddenly changed his mind.</p> + +<p>“Oh! All right!” the boy replied indifferently. And then, moved +by a sudden impulse, whose origin he could never have explained, he stepped +close to the cell, “Mr. Smith, of Buffalo, has been staying at our +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_38'></a>38</span>hotel. Maybe +you’d like to see <i>him</i>,” he said in a low tone. “He was +looking for someone and I shouldn’t be surprised from what I saw of him that +you are the man.”</p> + +<p>In general it was a chance shot—a random word without particular aim, +such as Fobes had used in his questioning, but Billy fully believed that the +remark struck home.</p> + +<p>“Say, kid, say, on the level is he the party His Nibbs was talkin’ +about? Look ’e here, bub, you play fair with the old man that’s down an’ +out. You won’t lose nothin’ by it. They’s none of ’em plays fair any +more or I wouldn’t be here. You slip them very words to Smith fer me, and +don’t ye breathe it to His Nibbs.”</p> + +<p>“Where’s our machine?” persisted Worth soberly.</p> + +<p>Again a vile oath came from the dirty lips pressed between the bars. The +prisoner’s pleading manner had changed to anger. “Jest like ’em all, +ain’t ye?” he said with a vicious sneer in his tone. Then he walked +away. Nothing +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_39'></a>39</span>Billy could say +served to draw another word from him and that young gentleman could only take +his leave. This he did with the words: “We are over at the American hotel. +You may want to send for us when you get a little sense.”</p> + +<p>“How was I to know what to say to him? Wish Phil had been there,” +said Billy earnestly, telling Paul all about the interview later.</p> + +<p>“Gee whizz! We’re getting warm, though, I’ll bet!” cried +Jones with enthusiasm.</p> + +<p>“If it wasn’t just guesswork that Pickem or Smith—whatever his +real name is—knows something about this man in the lockup, who in turn +knows something about our car! Pickem certainly does know something about the +Torpedo, but he’s gone. Even if he might help us, it’s too +late.”</p> + +<p>The boys spent the evening trying to realize, with Willie Creek’s help, +some value from the day’s developments. They were late getting to bed and +still sleeping soundly +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_40'></a>40</span>when Phil and +Dave, the following morning, were well on the road to Pittsfield. And now to +return to the latter pair of eager searchers, it may be briefly stated that +their day’s work was without results. Except that they had made the theft of +the Big Six the more widely known, they felt their efforts in Pittsfield to have +been a total failure. At nine o’clock on Tuesday night they were on a Pullman, +their tickets reading “Syracuse.”</p> + +<p>There is in the city named, as everyone knows, an automobile club of more +than usual excellence. Whether it be in helping a pair of boys toward the +recovery of a lost car, or the more general work of erecting road signs, mapping +off the best detours around road construction work and informing the public of +the same, nothing is too small or too large a task to receive intelligent +attention. And it was a fortunate chance, therefore, that Phil and Dave chose +Syracuse to be the scene of their next endeavors.</p> + +<p>Very early Wednesday morning the two boys +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_41'></a>41</span>began their +inquiries—began a day of work and developments, following rapidly one +upon another, and more startling at their close than the strangest dreams may +often be.</p> + +</div> + +<div> +<a id='chap04'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_43'></a>43</span><p style='text-align:center; display:block; margin-top: 64px;'>CHAPTER IV</p> + +<p style='text-align:center; display:block; margin-top:8px; margin-bottom: 32px;'>DETECTIVE BOB RACK HAS SOMETHING TO SAY</p> + +<p>To the police officials of Syracuse, Phil and Dave first directed their steps +in that city. The result was as usual. The department had a report that +such-and-such a car was stolen. The officers would be pretty likely to discover +it if the machine should appear in the town.</p> + +<p>“But you better see the Automobile club. They are a big help in +everything where autos are concerned,” advised the police captain.</p> + +<p>At a centrally located garage the boys stopped to repeat the same questions +they had asked so many times before. The man in charge had heard the story of a +car mysteriously disappearing from the South Fork road beyond Port Greeley, but +that was all. “You can’t do +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_44'></a>44</span>better than see +the Automobile club,” he added, however. “They are the ones to get +you the right dope if there’s any way to get it.”</p> + +<p>Although it was still too early to expect to find a secretary or other +officer present, the boys decided to visit the club headquarters at once. A +pleasant-faced man was reading a motor journal as they entered. To him they +stated the purpose of their call.</p> + +<p>“By George, that’s interesting!” said the stranger +thoughtfully. “Wait a minute!” Reaching for a desk phone, the +pleasant-faced man was soon in touch with the person he desired. Briefly he told +of the two young callers and their errand. “All right, that’s the +ticket!” he said, after some conversation over the wire, and hung up the +receiver.</p> + +<p>Asking the boys to accompany him, the agreeable stranger piloted them to an +office in a large brick building where he introduced them to a gentleman who +seemed hardly more than a boy in appearance, though his age was probably +twenty-five. His name was Freeland Cape. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_45'></a>45</span>(“A regular +Cape of Good Hope to us,” Phil said afterward.)</p> + +<p>“Sit down,” said Mr. Cape to the young strangers, as their escort +left them. Thanking him, Phil and Dave accepted the proffered chairs. Without +ado Mr. Cape was informed of the loss of the Six and the search thus far so +unsuccessful.</p> + +<p>“Queerest affair I ever heard of,” was the young man’s comment. +“But tell me more of this Torpedo car. There was a Torpedo stolen in +Harkville—(Phil and Dave exchanged glances)—an extraordinary case. +And of course it is evident that the parties who, for some reason, abandoned the +machine you found, grabbed your car directly afterward.”</p> + +<p>“It would seem so, but it is hardly the case,” put in Phil +quickly. “We have had that notion pretty well pounded out of us by +different people, especially by Mr. Fobes, the policeman at Griffin. ‘Two +separate transactions,’ were his words and he made it pretty plain. And of +course we were, and are, more anxious to locate +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_46'></a>46</span>our own car than +anything else. So all along, ‘two separate transactions’ we have had +right in mind.”</p> + +<p>Young Mr. Cape scratched the crown of his head with one forefinger while he +thought for a few seconds. “There never is a theory so exclusively +inclusive but some other theory can be suggested,” said he. “I may +be wrong. Without knowing anything about the Torpedo you found, I’d say the +two separate facts constitute a plausible supposition. But I <i>do</i> know and +<i>you</i> know now, that the machine you found was probably the one stolen from +Harkville. Who stole it? We do not know, but it is pretty plain that no one +other than the original thieves had the car on that South Fork road, wherever +they may have been with it since first it disappeared. Now that lands in the +very vicinity of your car, at the time of your loss, the fellows who stole one +automobile. And, having stolen one, no doubt they would just as lief take +another and better one. The man who was seen with your basket may have been only +a tramp. <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_47'></a>47</span>If your +suitcases were left behind, the basket was thrown out, as well, at the same +place or near by.”</p> + +<p>“Any way you put it, though,” suggested MacLester, his brow +puckered in thought, “we are left right in the middle of it all, again. Go +one way, and we might find who owned the Torpedo. Go the other way—and we +stand a better chance, I should think, of finding our own Six and the thieves. +Whether they stole both cars, or simply ours, isn’t a question in the case at +all just yet.”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” assented Mr. Cape, “but you must go back along the +road, or wherever you may have to go, for the things you need to aid your +search. You can’t unsnarl a fish line, or anything else, without you have one +free end with which to make a start.”</p> + +<p>Phil became nervous and uneasy as so much time was being consumed in +discussion, interesting to him though the talk was. “Tell us just what +<i>you’d</i> do, Mr. Cape,” he said earnestly.</p> + +<p>“Advice is dangerous in a case like this. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_48'></a>48</span>You may do as I +would do and lose by it. Still, I’ll venture a suggestion. You have gotten +together, bit by bit, a lot of valuable facts. Right here in this building is a +detective. He works for big people. Why not talk with him? If that Torpedo is +the stolen Harkville machine you will win the help of one of the largest +insurance companies in the job of capturing the thieves and at the same time, it +is quite certain, recovering your own car.”</p> + +<p>“That’s the plan!” exclaimed Phil eagerly.</p> + +<p>“The very thing!” said Dave.</p> + +<p>In a moment Mr. Cape had the telephone in his hand. Within five minutes the +boys were in the office of Detective Robert Rack, or plain “Bob” +Rack, as his name so often appears in the newspapers.</p> + +<p>Mr. Rack was a ready listener to the whole story in detail as the boys told +it. Quietly he referred to a card index a stenographer brought him. “I +don’t think this work need cost you young men a copper,” said he. His +voice was soft as a June zephyr. His neat business suit, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_49'></a>49</span>calm, gray eyes +and hair just tinged with gray, made him appear a great deal more like a +successful salesman of some kind than a detective—than such ideas of +detectives as the boys had hitherto had, at least.</p> + +<p>“Not a copper cent,” said Bob Rack, looking up from the card +index. “And how would you like to be reimbursed for your trouble and +expense?”</p> + +<p>These were quite the most pleasant words that had fallen upon David’s or +Philip’s ears for some time. In substance they said as much.</p> + +<p>“I do not doubt the Torpedo you picked up is one we have long wanted to +get trace of. The insurance people offer four hundred dollars for the recovery +of the car. For the arrest and conviction of the thieves they will give five +hundred dollars more. So then, if your party—four of you in all, are +there?—wish simply to turn over the Torpedo you may do so. I’ll tell +you who is to be notified. There’s one hundred dollars each for you. Or if +you’d like my office to help you, both with the Torpedo and your +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_50'></a>50</span>own car, I’ll +make this proposition: to go myself, or send a good man with you on this case, +and whatever the expenses and whatever the receipts may amount to they all shall +be shared equally.”</p> + +<p>“Bob, you’re a brick!” cried Mr. Cape, who had been an +interested listener. Then he said good-bye, assuring the boys that their problem +was in the best of hands. Heartily they thanked him.</p> + +<p>“But there’s some doubt about that car in Griffin being the one +stolen at Harkville, isn’t there?” reasoned Phil Way as the facts in +hand were further discussed with Mr. Rack. “Why did that man Kull never +answer our telegram?”</p> + +<p>“Ah, that is a thing to remember! I asked myself the same question the +moment you said the telegram was not answered, a little time ago,” smiled +the detective. “It would be a dreadful thing, I am sure, for a man to show +no interest in the recovery of his stolen car, simply because he had received +the price of it <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_51'></a>51</span>in +insurance.” The boys could see Mr. Rack meant something more than he said. +They thought they knew the thought he entertained. But he went on at once, more +seriously: “There is a great deal more to this matter than simply getting +your machine for you or restoring the Torpedo, or I am badly +mistaken.”</p> + +<p>Phil’s eyes glistened. Davy sat very still and I am afraid his mouth was +open without reason other than for his wonder and interest.</p> + +<p>“So,” concluded Mr. Robert Rack, very calmly and gently, as he +had spoken all along, “suppose you leave the whole matter with me for the +present. You better stay in town until to-night or maybe to-morrow, in case I +should want you. Just now I wish you to do only one other thing, but that is +very important. Telegraph or telephone your friends in Griffin to hold the +Torpedo. Don’t let it get out of their hands under any circumstances. If they +ride out in it, they should not leave the car unattended anywhere for one +moment.”</p> + +<p>As if treading on air, such was their elation, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_52'></a>52</span>the two boys were +leaving the office. “Oh, just a moment!” called Mr. Rack quietly. +“Was the name ‘Fielderson Brothers’ on the cans of paint found +in the car you picked up, do you remember?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, but they are the manufacturers. Their paint can be bought +anywhere,” Phil replied.</p> + +<p>“Yes,” the detective answered, apparently the least bit +amused.</p> + +<p>With eager interest and pleasure Phil and Dave composed a telegram to Billy +and Paul. After many efforts the following is the message they completed and +sent:</p> + +<blockquote> +<p>“Don’t let Torpedo leave Creek’s garage for any +purpose. Expect to find Six soon. Must stay here until to-morrow. Wire care of +Auto club.”</p> +</blockquote> +<p>With the telegram safely dispatched, the boys found a +pleasant, inexpensive hotel where they engaged a room. They went to a restaurant +for dinner, then resolved to write +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_53'></a>53</span>some letters, +first to the folks at home, assuring them of the hopeful outlook, then to Billy +and Paul who would be keen to learn all that had taken place. A letter would +reach them the following morning.</p> + +<p>“I would rather have telephoned,” said Phil. “They’ll be +wild for more news after getting our telegram, but we’ve spent so much money +on long distance calls and railroad fare, to boot, the last two +days!”</p> + +<p>And in addition to Phil’s remark I am able to state, in confidence, that +the funds of the Auto Boys would soon need replenishing if many more railroad +tickets must be bought or other considerable bills paid.</p> + +<p>For it will be remembered there were four lusty appetites to be provided for, +to say nothing of the extra expenses they were meeting. The possessors of two of +the “vast voids” (one of Paul’s names for the four appetites) +found meal-time less pleasant now, however, than when Phil and Dave were with +them. Indeed, Paul accused Worth of being absolutely +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_54'></a>54</span>“grumpy,” whatever that may be, as they sat at breakfast in the American House on Tuesday morning.</p> + +<p>This was the day Phil and Dave were in Pittsfield, it will be recalled. +“And I’ll bet we’ve done more than they have,” said Paul, +referring to the absent ones. He was thinking of the man in the town jail and of +Billy’s talk with that untractable person.</p> + +<p>“I did think we had made quite a start,” said Billy, droopingly. +“But what’s come of it? Nothing!”</p> + +<p>“Cheer up, cheer up!” chirped Jones blithely. “We’ll get +busy again to-day. Hurry up, too! These pancakes are made out of old burlap. I +know they are! I used to think it was perfectly grand to eat in hotels and so +forth but, golly! wouldn’t some fodder from home taste good right now? +Honestly, I’m getting tired of burlap pancakes, puree of shavin’ soap, +pincushions a la hay, fried towels and all the other strange things you get +under strange names in these places. I——”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_55'></a>55</span>But Billy said, +“If we’re going to get busy, let’s do it,” and promptly he led +the way out to the office. “Better see Mr. Fobes, hadn’t we?” he +suggested.</p> + +<p>Just why Worth wanted to see the police officer he possibly did not know, +beyond the slight chance that the man in the lockup may have had something to +say to him. Yet it did happen that while the two sought Chief Fobes, the latter +was seeking them. They met in front of the bank.</p> + +<p>“Our fellow in the cooler has been asking for you. He may let go of +something yet if you go at him easy.” These words, addressed particularly +to Billy, took the pair to the jail quite bubbling with expectancy. They fully +believed the prisoner knew something of their car—believed it regardless +of Willie Creek’s mild protest that the man was fooling them.</p> + +<p>Again Chief Fobes escorted Worth through the dim corridor to the somewhat +lighter basement cells. A window in the rear of the building was open, looking +out upon a yard with +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_56'></a>56</span>trees and +shrubbery. The prisoner was apparently enjoying the breeze that drifted +in.</p> + +<p>“Can’t I talk to the kid a second, boss?”</p> + +<p>The one behind the bars having spoken thus, though he still turned his face +toward the corridor window, Chief Fobes motioned Billy forward while he stepped +back a few paces.</p> + +<p>“Say, bub, did ye see that guy? Did ye tell ’im?”</p> + +<p>For a fraction of time Worth did not understand. Then recalling more clearly +the chance remark about “Smith” at the hotel, he answered, +“No.”</p> + +<p>“Didn’t, eh? Why didn’t ye?”</p> + +<p>“You got mad yesterday and wouldn’t talk sense or anything else. Why +should I pay any more attention to you? Tell me what you know about the car you +took that motor basket from and I’ll do anything you ask that’s +reasonable.”</p> + +<p>“Ye was just lyin’ to me about that man Smith, now wasn’t +ye?” the man returned in a low, earnest voice, ignoring Billy’s request. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_57'></a>57</span>And then he added +as the boy hesitated, and swearing as he had done the previous day, “Aw, I +was just a-kiddin’ ye—just a-kiddin’ ye to pass the time +away.”</p> + +</div> + +<div> +<a id='chap05'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_59'></a>59</span><p style='text-align:center; display:block; margin-top: 64px;'>CHAPTER V</p> + +<p style='text-align:center; display:block; margin-top:8px; margin-bottom: 32px;'>A BIT OF ADVICE FROM A STRANGER</p> + +<p>“Is there no way you can <i>make</i> that man talk?” Billy Worth +asked Chief Fobes. The boys and the officer were again in the latter’s +office.</p> + +<p>“I suppose I can if you leave it to me, but I can’t if you +don’t,” Mr. Fobes answered. “Look ’e here now. That fellow’s +in here for ten days. Plenty of time yet to make him loosen up, but it ain’t +goin’ to do no good. What could he have had to do with swipin’ your car? +Nothin’, that’s all. Might as well think he picked it up and shoved it in +his pocket! There’s nothin’ to it. He’s a bum, that’s all, an’ is +havin’ some fun tryin’ to make us believe he does know something about your +automobile.”</p> + +<p>The two boys looked downcast. “Says his +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_60'></a>60</span>name is +Coster,” the officer went on. “Belongs nowhere in particular. So +much he told me when he first was in here. Yer basket he picked up in the road, +he now says, an’ he don’t deny eatin’ yer lunch an’ sleepin’ in the +preacher’s barn. An’ that’s all he does know about your automobile. +What’s more, it stands to reason, too. From any standpoint of the law ye can +pick or choose, if he took your auto, what could he have did with +it?”</p> + +<p>“Why has he been so interested, part of the time, anyway, in finding +out if there’s a man named Smith, or anybody, looking for him?” Billy +asked.</p> + +<p>“They all act that way, pretty much. It’s only once in a while that +they give up anything by makin’ ’em believe as there’s a party lookin’ +for ’em; and of course every tramp knows other tramps.”</p> + +<p>“Maybe so,” replied Worth, thoughtfully, “but I do believe +your Mr. Coster is not what exactly you call a ‘bum.’ Even if he +doesn’t know anything about our car, there’s some +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_61'></a>61</span>other matter on +his mind and he is a lot more worried about it than he wants us to guess. What +he has been trying to do was to pump me, without saying anything that would give +me his reasons for doing it, and without telling me anything of any consequence. +Why, he’s an <i>awful liar!</i>”</p> + +<p>Billy’s show of wrath in his closing sentence made Chief Fobes laugh +boisterously. “Liar?” said he when he could catch his breath. +“Did you expect he’d be anything else? I tell ye both,” and his +eye took in both Billy and Paul, “you might just as well forget this man. +We’ll have most ten days yet to make a charge of larceny against him for +stealin’ the basket. If there’s anything to be had out of him we’ll get +it. All’s you can do is have them East Side fellers (Hipp and Earnest) come +around here sometime and see if they can identify this Coster as the man they +seen on the South Fork.”</p> + +<p>“We might run out and see him right now,” Paul suggested.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_62'></a>62</span>Billy agreed +and the two were soon at Creek’s garage. It was a delightful day for driving. +The car’s motion was cool and pleasant though the sun beat down with unusual +warmth even for June.</p> + +<p>At the home of Alexander Hipp it was learned that he and Alfred Earnest were +picking cherries at a farm three miles beyond the Forks, on the main road. +Without trouble Billy and Paul found them. The work with the cherries was nearly +over for the day and the Auto Boys gave a hand that it might be finished +quickly. Glad of a chance for an automobile ride, Hipp and Earnest had readily +agreed to visit the Griffin lockup.</p> + +<p>Alfred had the seat beside Billy, who was driving. “My brother,” +said he, “thought you fellows made a mistake when two of you went away to +Albany to look for your machine. I told him about your plan, last night. He +wished he had seen you to talk it over because he figures you ought to have gone +toward Buffalo.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_63'></a>63</span>“That so? +Why?” Billy asked.</p> + +<p>“Because he says it’s fairly certain the people who had this Torpedo +just switched to your car. They came from the east and was headed west to begin +with. Naturally they wouldn’t go back the way they had just come +from.”</p> + +<p>“We thought of that, but our car didn’t go through Griffin,” +Billy answered. “Willie Creek is sure of that. It must have turned back +east again at the Forks.”</p> + +<p>Earnest argued to the contrary but, seeing there was nothing to be gained by +the discussion, Worth simply let him talk. It was strange how many people had +advanced theories regarding the car’s disappearance. Indeed so much discussion +and gossip had come to the ears of the boys, and so little real help had been +given them, save by Mr. Creek, that it is little wonder mere talk was becoming +annoying.</p> + +<p>Coster, the only occupant of the village prison, was not a little surprised +when he once more answered Chief Fobes’ “Here, you! Step +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_64'></a>64</span>up!” upon +seeing four boys confronting him. He leaned with hands upon the steel bars as he +had done the day before.</p> + +<p>“Good, honest automobile grease on your hands, mister,” remarked +Billy Worth, noticing the fellow’s fingers and especially his black +nails.</p> + +<p>Coster quickly put his hands down but volunteered no remark. Then, as if he +feared being suspected of a desire to conceal something, he seized the bars +again as before.</p> + +<p>“He’s the man we saw,” said Alex Hipp, when with Chief Fobes +they all had reached the refreshing outer air. “At least I think +so.”</p> + +<p>“Thinkin’ don’t go much from the standpoint of the law,” the +officer answered. Neither Hipp nor Alfred Earnest could state positively that +Coster was the person they had seen on the lonely road that rainy afternoon. +Billy and Paul drove them to their respective homes in the Torpedo.</p> + +<p>“So we are knocked out of all we thought +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_65'></a>65</span>we had found +yesterday,” observed Jones, droopingly, on the homeward way.</p> + +<p>“Maybe not,” Worth returned, deep in thought. “Do you see +how the clutch pedal of the car has pressed against the side of the sole on my +shoe till the leather is curved in half an inch or more?”</p> + +<p>Paul said he did. Looking at Worth’s shoes, then his own, he added: +“That’s nothing new. Mine is the same way.”</p> + +<p>“I know it is,” said Billy. “And the sole of Coster’s +left boot is marked in the same way, too.”</p> + +<p>Paul saw at once the significance of this fact, the evidence that Chief +Fobes’ prisoner was an automobile man. “Billy,” he said earnestly, +“we are gettin’ some warm!”</p> + +<p>Try as they would to “get busy,” Worth and Jones found themselves +accomplishing nothing as the afternoon wore away. Mr. Fobes was becoming quite +impatient over their inquiries and they thought best not to visit him. Willie +Creek was busy with some urgent repair work. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_66'></a>66</span>There appeared no +course to pursue—nothing to do—but wait. Impatient for word from +Phil or Dave, restless in their inactivity, the two boys sat for a long time at +the large open window of the hotel. A stranger entered.</p> + +<p>As the young man—he seemed to be twenty-one or two, perhaps—sat +down near the boys, he remarked that he was waiting while his car was undergoing +some repairs at the garage. A conversation concerning automobiles was the most +natural result imaginable. Put two or more motor enthusiasts together and +invariably they will soon be talking.</p> + +<p>The newcomer was from Texas, he said, touring through to New York. His +brother was with him but had remained at the garage. The substance of the Auto +Boys’ story was told the stranger as the conversation progressed.</p> + +<p>“Look here,” said the young man in his flippant, breezy fashion, +“you fellows are too easy by half. You’ve let that garage keeper and his +friend, the town policeman, pull you all around. The garage man—Creek, +you call him—sends +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_67'></a>67</span>you on a wild +goose chase here and there. The village cop steers you off with no help worth +speaking of. Seems mighty suspicious, don’t it? I just might mention that +there was a garage in a town near us that made a business of changing over +stolen cars. Would switch ’em all around, in an old barn behind their shop, +change wheel sizes, change engines, fix ’em up so no man could tell his own +car if he saw it. Then they slipped ’em off to the big cities and sold ’em. +Now, right there, you’ve got a real tip, you take it from me!”</p> + +<p>It is the meanest kind of wickedness to direct suspicion against any person +without good cause. Also it is criminal. Paul Jones and Billy Worth realized +this. Yet was it not true, as the stranger said, that Willie Creek and Chief +Fobes were great friends? And had not Mr. Creek more than once suggested that it +would be much cheaper for the boys to take a train home and conduct their search +from there, paying no hotel bills while awaiting developments?</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_68'></a>68</span>“I’ve +always thought Willie was our friend,” muttered Worth when he and Paul +were alone again, “and I shall think so; but one thing is sure, we’ve +got to keep our eyes open.”</p> + +<p>Mr. P. Jones, Esquire, as Paul sometimes referred to himself, was of the same +opinion. Also he added: “It looked mighty funny to me the way old Fobes +paid so little attention when Scottie was shot. Willie Creek didn’t seem to +mind it, either, so much as I’d think he would.”</p> + +<p>Oh, it is a sad, bad business to sow seeds of suspicion! It is but all too +likely they will grow! Always there is something which seems to confirm the +suspicious thought. And yet, on the other hand, it must be admitted that +dishonesty and falsehood are not infrequently concealed by an appearance of +friendliness on part of those who practice them.</p> + +<p>And now, whether Willie Creek was a true friend or a false friend, we soon +shall see for another night has passed and another day has come—a day to +test the endurance and the courage of the Auto Boys almost to the breaking +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_69'></a>69</span>point. And even +while Phil and Dave were making themselves known in the Automobile club of +Syracuse, Billy and Paul were planning a careful inspection of Mr. Creek’s +garage and its surroundings, as they sat at breakfast.</p> + +</div> + +<div> +<a id='chap06'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_71'></a>71</span><p style='text-align:center; display:block; margin-top: 64px;'>CHAPTER VI</p> + +<p style='text-align:center; display:block; margin-top:8px; margin-bottom: 32px;'>A LITTLE KINDNESS AND WHAT CAME OF IT</p> + +<p><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>Paul</span> and Billy received letters +from home in the morning mail. They were glad to have them,—would have +been sorry indeed had their respective households neglected for one day to send +solicitous inquiries—but they were so very “busy,” they +assured themselves, that—well, if they could just get the time, they’d +write in return that afternoon. Whereupon they set forth for Willie Creek’s +establishment.</p> + +<p>Mr. Creek was looking over a newspaper. He said he was waiting for a possible +customer for a car whom he was to take out for a demonstration.</p> + +<p>The boys said they were going to take the Torpedo out for a little good fresh +air. Mr. Creek said, “Sure! She’s your car, so far as I +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_72'></a>72</span>can see, though +you are out some on the trade you made.” This with a friendly +smile.</p> + +<p>“We’ll just drive back when Willie has had time to get away and we +will look his place over. Not that I think we will find anything, +but—” Billy paused.</p> + +<p>“Dandy good scheme,” Paul assented. “That boy of +his—we don’t need mind him at all.”</p> + +<p>“Better not go far. Let’s just wait at the hotel,” Worth +suggested. They halted the Torpedo in front of the American House +accordingly.</p> + +<p>From their favorite chairs at the large, screened windows the two lads +watched the occasional passerby, also the clock.</p> + +<p>“He’ll be miles away by this time. We better hike over to the +garage,” proposed Paul when half an hour had passed.</p> + +<p>“Well, <i>sir!</i>” exclaimed Billy, at the same moment. +“There’s Mr. Peek. Let’s say how do you do!”</p> + +<p>Even as he was speaking, Worth hastened out +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_73'></a>73</span>to the sidewalk. +The old gentleman, the tragic story of whose life was written in his stooping +figure and melancholy face, recognized the boy at once. He was pleased to be so +cordially greeted.</p> + +<p>“It’s the first time I’ve been to town for ’most a year,” +said he, as he also shook hands with Paul. “I don’t seem to know any of +the young folks, any more, and not many of the older ones I meet.”</p> + +<p>As Mr. Peek said he was just starting for home and that he was on foot, Billy +spoke up: “Our car’s right here. We will take you home, Mr. +Peek.”</p> + +<p>“We have something on hand, you know. Shall we let it go?” Paul +whispered.</p> + +<p>Worth nodded and the visible pleasure of the aged farmer as he climbed +awkwardly up to a front seat could not but give his young friends pleasure +also.</p> + +<p>“You must have been up pretty early if you walked to town this +morning,” observed Worth to the old gentleman at his side.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_74'></a>74</span>“Y-a-a-a-s,” Mr. Peek replied, drawing the word out to great length, as if he were really thinking of something else. And after a long pause he said, “Did I tell you t’other day about someone bein’ around my house in the night?”</p> + +<p>Yes, he had told them, the boys answered, and he went on: “It has +fretted me every day. An’ last evenin’ I got to feelin’ so down in the +mouth and glum I just concluded I’d get some cartridges for my old rifle. +It’d make me feel safer to know I had a loaded gun right handy. So I went to +town first thing this mornin’. I might ’a’ drove, but my old horse is +’bout the same as I be,—almost ready to say good-bye.”</p> + +<p>Mr. Peek was lost for a time in his own meditations. The Torpedo whirred +along at an easy speed and he seemed to enjoy greatly the pleasant motion of the +car and gentle sweep of the wind. “’Tain’t much like water power, is +it?” he remarked, as if he had been contrasting in his mind the machinery +and appliances of <i>his</i> young manhood with the automobiles and electric +motors of the present +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_75'></a>75</span>day. “I +suspect you boys never saw a water wheel,” he said musingly.</p> + +<p>No, they had not, said Billy, and in answer to a question whether they would +like to see one, both he and Paul were quite sure they would.</p> + +<p>The car was rumbling along the lonely South Fork now. The old mill, the gray, +old house of the miller, empty and cheerless, the pond and the icehouse were but +a little way forward.</p> + +<p>“If you’d like to stop at the mill, I’ll show you a water +wheel,” said Mr. Peek. “And it’d have been runnin’ yet, +but—” Not finishing this sentence, the possible conclusion of which +the boys could easily guess, the old gentleman after a little hesitation +continued: “I can’t get around like I used to and not as much as I ought +to. I ain’t been in the mill for nigh onto two years.”</p> + +<p>Billy halted the car before the weather-worn buildings. He glanced toward +Paul as if he felt some misgiving in entering the ruins of the once busy place +in company with the ruin of him whose wrecked hopes were responsible for +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_76'></a>76</span>all the gloom and +decay in this otherwise charming valley.</p> + +<p>But if Jones was in any degree apprehensive, he did not show it. Truly, too, +it was interesting and surely there was nothing to fear, unless it were from +loose or rotting boards beneath their feet. Mr. Peek explained briefly the +operation of the long-silent water wheel. There was a choke in his voice, and in +one way the lads felt relief when they all were in the outer air again.</p> + +<p>“It wa’n’t a right convenient place to have a mill, but we had to +take our work to where our power was. Couldn’t hitch power up an’ make it +carry us anywhere, in my time, as you do with your automobile,” observed +Mr. Peek.</p> + +<p>Paul said he would like to take a walk around the old pond. Billy said, +“Yes, let’s do it, if Mr. Peek doesn’t care.”</p> + +<p>“Just do whatever pleases ye,” said the old gentleman kindly. +“I’ll sit here on the old platform a spell.” So he seated himself +at the entrance where, in the long ago, grain for the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_77'></a>77</span>mill was unloaded +and the two boys sauntered along the one-time race.</p> + +<p>They strolled partly around the pond, speaking of the chances of good fishing +and the probable depth of the water, and wondering that the ancient dam had not +given way long ago. They drew near and walked alongside of the icehouse between +the building and the water.</p> + +<p>They saw the black, decaying sawdust oozing from cracks where the siding had +decayed. They passed around to the east side where were the great doors, still +hanging loosely on rusty hinges. The lowest one was but a few feet above the +ground. It was unlatched and stood ajar an inch or two.</p> + +<p>“Let’s look in,” Billy suggested.</p> + +<p>A runway of heavy planks, seamy and gray, built wide enough to have driven a +team of horses upon, led up to the lowest door. The two boys walked easily up +the incline. They drew the great door open a foot or two. The place seemed very +dark after the bright sunlight without. The dead, heavy odor of the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_78'></a>78</span>sawdust slowly +being consumed by damp rot below and by dry rot higher up, was strong to their +nostrils.</p> + +<p>“If there’s such a thing as spooks, they’d like to live here, +I’ll bet,” said Paul Jones.</p> + +<p>The dense gloom within was slowly giving way to a heavy, blue-black light as +the boys’ eyes became accustomed to the dark interior. They saw that the +sawdust filled the lower part of the building up to within a few inches of the +incline they stood upon, so they stepped down upon it, and to give more light as +they casually looked about, Paul pushed the great door wide open.</p> + +<p>And there before the astonished eyes of the two young gentlemen stood an +automobile—the Big Six of the Auto Boys, apparently sound and +whole.</p> + +<p>“Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah!” screamed Paul Jones in the most extravagant +delight imaginable. “What d’ye <i>know</i> about it? What d’ye +<span style='font-variant:small-caps'>know</span> about it? What d’ye KNOW +about it?” he cried, adding emphasis each time.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_79'></a>79</span>But if Mr. +Billy Worth was answering the question, his manner of imparting information was +somewhat strange, to say the least. For after his first astonished, “What +in the world!” he simply seized a rear fender, as if the car might take +fright and escape immediately, and there he stood, saying: “Oh, my! I’m +so glad! Oh, I am thankful for this day!” For while Paul’s emotion found +vent in an ecstacy of joy Billy, really more deeply moved, scarcely knew what he +did or said. The prayer of thanksgiving in his heart was very earnest and +sincere—so much of both that words entirely failed to give his feelings +expression.</p> + +<p>The first sharp edge of their surprise, excitement and delight was gone in a +minute or two and the boys began a rapid inspection of the Six and its contents. +Even as they did so Mr. Peek, attracted by Paul’s delighted yells, came slowly +up the incline. His surprise was very manifest, though of a decidedly less +demonstrative character than Paul’s, for instance.</p> + +<p>While Worth and Jones inspected the car, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_80'></a>80</span>Mr. Peek was +making a study of the manner in which the machine had been gotten down from the +road and into the icehouse.</p> + +<p>“Except for being so muddy inside as well as outside, she’s just as +we left her,” announced Billy Worth presently. At the same instant Paul, +who had been looking at the engine, switched on the spark, touched the starter, +and lo! the motor hummed as sweetly and powerfully as anyone could possibly +desire.</p> + +<p>“But how in time did they put it in here and who in thunder done +it?”—Jones was apt to lose accuracy and gain a certain inelegance +in his speech as his force of expression increased.</p> + +<p>As if answering Paul’s question, Mr. Peek called from outside: “Sure +enough, they knew the place!” And he pointed out to the two boys as they +ran out to him how the automobile had been brought down the steep bank from the +road above by means of heavy planks. There were four of the thick, unplaned +boards.</p> + +<p>“How’d they ever get here, do you suppose?” asked Mr. Peek. +“For more’n twenty +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_81'></a>81</span>year, I tell ye, +them plank has laid in a pile way over on yon side of the hill. Somebody must +’a’ knowed where to lay hands on ’em.”</p> + +<p>“Do you mean that somebody must have expected to steal our car and +brought the boards to be ready?” asked Billy.</p> + +<p>“Not exactly that,” said Mr. Peek, “but them plank was +carried way down here for the purpose. No stranger would ’a’ known where to +look for ’em.”</p> + +<p>Instantly Billy remembered that Alfred Earnest and Alex Hipp were familiar +with all this neighborhood. He started to speak but a quick second thought bade +him refrain.</p> + +<p>“Gosh! We’ve got the car and we’re mighty glad of the planks to +help her up to the road again!” cried Paul. He did not grasp the +significance of Mr. Peek’s words as Billy did. “We’re going to take +her right to Griffin, ain’t we? We’ll telegraph Phil and Dave in a hurry if +we can only find where they’re at.”</p> + +<p>It was agreed that the Big Six should be gotten out of the old icehouse and +in readiness <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_82'></a>82</span>to go +to Griffin, even before Mr. Peek had been taken home. The old gentleman was +eager to help, but his services were hardly needed. With the same heavy boards +the thieves had used, a runway was made out from the sawdust to the outside +incline. Carefully the machine was backed up. All went well and in three minutes +the mud-stained but still handsome automobile stood in the sunshine +again.</p> + +<p>By a similar process the planks bridged the way up the steep embankment of +the road, running directly over the low rail fence. The ascent was steep but +with a quick start Billy made the upward run nicely. The machine’s long body +swung prettily around at the top, once more on the open highway.</p> + +<p>Finding his services were of no value in the moving of the car, Mr. Peek had +been making further search inside and outside the icehouse. Now Billy and Paul +joined him. But all their eager scrutiny was without reward. No sign was +discovered which might show who had stolen the Big Six or what the purpose of +the <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_83'></a>83</span>thieves may +have been in concealing the car where it was found.</p> + +<p>“This little trip has done me a world of good. I do believe I could be +right spry again if I had some spry young fellows to help me get started, as you +have done,” said Mr. Peek. The boys were just leaving him at his home. +“It’s a pretty mysterious business about them planks,” he remarked +a moment later. “Don’t you let that automobile out o’ your hands +again.”</p> + +<p>There was little danger that the boys would do so, it is needless to say. +Paul had driven the large car right behind Billy and Mr. Peek in the Torpedo, +and similarly, each driving a machine, they returned triumphantly to Griffin and +to Willie Creek’s garage.</p> + +<p>To say that Mr. Creek was surprised would be but a part of the truth. He was +literally dumfounded. The story of where and how the stolen car was found seemed +to surprise him still more.</p> + +<p>“Better hike over to the American pretty +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_84'></a>84</span>quick,” said +he a little later. “There’s a telegram for you.”</p> + +<p>So did Billy and Paul receive the message from Phil and Dave.</p> + +<p>“Who cares for that Torpedo thing? We’ve got the <i>Six</i>,” +said Jones, reading the telegram over Worth’s shoulder.</p> + +<p>“We’ll wire ’em! Wow! but won’t they be some surprised?” +Billy returned. And forthwith the two rushed to the telegraph office.</p> + +<blockquote> +<p>“We have found her. Pretty muddy inside but not +hurt.”</p> +</blockquote> +<p>And such was the message received by Way and MacLester in +Syracuse.</p> + +</div> + +<div> +<a id='chap07'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_85'></a>85</span><p style='text-align:center; display:block; margin-top: 64px;'>CHAPTER VII</p> + +<p style='text-align:center; display:block; margin-top:8px; margin-bottom: 32px;'>A SWIFT RIDE THROUGH THE DARKNESS</p> + +<p><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>With</span> what glorious good feeling +Paul and Billy sat down to their late dinner at the American House! Paul was a +little ashamed of the slighting remarks he had lately made about the hotel fare. +He said as much.</p> + +<p>“Gee! I should think you would be, to see you diving into it all right +now!” Billy laughed. Ah, what a difference in <i>his</i> spirits, also, +the recovery of the car had made!</p> + +<p>It seems strange to me that, considering the imperative nature of the +telegram from Phil and Dave, Worth and Jones were not more deeply impressed by +it. No doubt the finding of their own car had made them quite indifferent to all +else. At any rate, they hardly more than mentioned the message from Syracuse, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_86'></a>86</span>when they met Mr. +Creek at his garage in the afternoon. Thither they had gone, eager to give the +Six such a gentle but thorough washing and oiling, and the brass such a complete +polishing, as they felt no one else to be capable of doing.</p> + +<p>The work progressed most favorably. By supper time the beloved machine stood +dry, clean and shining. A truly beautiful car, it never looked more lovely to +Paul and to Billy than at this moment, with the sinking sun lighting up its +radiance through the big front window of Creek’s garage. The Torpedo, though a +first-class car, appeared dingy and commonplace beside it.</p> + +<p>After bathing and dressing in clean, dry clothes, following their labors, the +two boys were passing through the hotel office toward the dining-room. Mr. Wagg +stopped them.</p> + +<p>“’Nother telegram,” said he, peering over his glasses, as +usual. “You two are getting to be about the most important citizens of +this village.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_87'></a>87</span>Eagerly the +yellow envelope was opened. “Yours received. Hurrah. Meet us with car +eleven o’clock train. Phil.”</p> + +<p>“Hully gee! I’ll bet <i>they’re</i> glad!” chirped Paul. But +had he known all that Dave and Phil now knew, he would have been even more +elated and excited than he was.</p> + +<p>After supper the boys stepped around to the garage. Willie Creek had just +left in his own car for Port Greeley, said his boy of all work, half asleep on +the cot in the office. “Somebody telephoned him he could sell a car, if he +could get over there and give a demonstration right off,” the lad +explained. “He won’t be home till toward mornin’, maybe.”</p> + +<p>“We were only going for a ride, anyway,” said Billy.</p> + +<p>The facts were that he and Paul had decided to drive out to see Alfred +Earnest and his friend Hipp. They believed they could tell from the manner of +these young gentlemen whether they had not known all along where the Six was +hidden.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_88'></a>88</span>“For an +entire stranger would never have found those planks <i>away over beyond that +hill</i>,” declared Worth with confident emphasis.</p> + +<p>If Earnest or Hipp had had any knowledge of the stealing of the Auto Boys’ +car, however, they concealed the fact amazingly well. They appeared most hearty +in their congratulations upon the machine’s recovery, as Billy and Paul told +the story to them and to Rev. and Mrs. Earnest at the latter’s home. Later the +cordial young minister and his wife were taken for a ten-mile spin. Then Mrs. +Earnest insisted that all the boys come in for a little lunch. Worth and Jones +had abundant time at their disposal as they must remain up to meet Phil and +Dave, and cordially accepted the invitation. It was just after ten o’clock +when they at last drove back to Griffin and to the American House, there to wait +until train time.</p> + +<p>“Hello, here! Fobes has been looking for you boys high and low!” +said Mr. Wagg, severely, hastening out to meet them. “That +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_89'></a>89</span>man he has had in +the lockup has escaped. Sawed the bars of a cell and went out through a corridor +window. It is bad luck, I’m afraid. Fobes says the man made an offer to tell +you where your car was if you’d pass some saws in to him.”</p> + +<p>“But I never <i>did</i> it!” cried Billy Worth, indignantly. +Quickly he had seen the likelihood that suspicion might point toward him in the +remarkable coincidence that, directly the stolen car was found, Coster had been +enabled to break jail.</p> + +<p>The hotel telephone rang long and loudly. The very tone of haste and +impatience was in its harsh clang and clamor.</p> + +<p>“Well!” shouted Mr. Wagg, answering, and his voice was neither +soft nor pleasant. Then in milder tones, “You’re wanted, +Worth.”</p> + +<p>Billy stepped to the phone. “No, certainly not,” Paul heard him +say. And then, “It can’t be!” A pause, then further, “Oh, +that’s awful! We’ll be over there right off!”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_90'></a>90</span>With +frightened, staring eyes Worth turned to Paul. “The Torpedo is +gone,” he said.</p> + +<p>Grievous anxiety and alarm filled the hearts of the two boys. Quickly they +drove the Six to Creek’s garage. Chief Fobes and the youth who assisted in the +establishment both ran out as the car stopped at the door.</p> + +<p>It had been long since anyone had seen Mr. Fobes so wide awake, and so keen +to do his duty as he was now. He was frightened, too, lest his prisoner’s +escape might cost him his position. And he was so perplexed and so confused by +his excitement that, as he mentioned suspiciously the circumstance that Coster +“got his saws and you fellows got your car,” Worth really feared the +officer would be for clapping him into jail immediately.</p> + +<p>The Torpedo was as completely missing as if it had never been. Creek’s boy +had not the shadow of an idea concerning the machine. He knew only that he fell +asleep in the office and was awakened by someone who wanted gasoline. Not until +this customer was gone did he discover +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_91'></a>91</span>the absence of the +Torpedo. He at once telephoned to the hotel, thinking Worth or Jones had taken +the car out, perhaps.</p> + +<p>“Don’t let Torpedo leave Creek’s garage for any purpose.” +This sentence in Phil’s telegram rang in Billy’s ears. What did it all mean? +He looked at his watch. Ten-forty. Way and MacLester would arrive at eleven, he +thought. Then, “Have you telephoned Port Greeley and other places to be on +the lookout for Coster and the car?” The question was addressed to Fobes, +pacing excitedly about, accomplishing nothing.</p> + +<p>No, he had had no time, the policeman answered. Coster’s escape was not +discovered until long after nine. There had been scarcely a chance to turn +around before the theft of the Torpedo was also reported.</p> + +<p>“You better be telephoning, perhaps,” Worth suggested. “We +will meet that eleven o’clock train and, with the car to go in, maybe we can +all help you some.”</p> + +<p style='text-align:center; letter-spacing:1em;'>*   *   *   *   *</p> + +<p>Phil Way’s eyes glistened and he smiled with +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_92'></a>92</span>a delight so +inexpressible he made no effort to put his thoughts into words. He had just read +the telegram from Billy and Paul, handed him at the Syracuse Automobile club’s +downtown quarters.</p> + +<p>“Can it be true?” asked Dave in wonder. “Why don’t +they—where was the car and—”</p> + +<p>“Course it’s true!” cried Phil joyously. “But I do think +they might have spent four or six cents more to tell us something about it. They +kept right down to ten words all right!”</p> + +<p>MacLester was for starting to Griffin at once. “But we can’t,” +Way remonstrated. “We’ve got to stay by Mr. Rack and don’t you +remember—half that reward?”</p> + +<p>However, the two boys did hurry away immediately to Mr. Bob Rack’s office. +He was out. The stenographer said he would return soon and the lads +waited.</p> + +<p>Detective Rack appeared greatly pleased with the telegram from Billy and +Paul. “A little more information might have helped us; still, perhaps, we +do not need it,” said he. “We will +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_93'></a>93</span>all go to Griffin +this evening. Would you wire your friends there to meet us at—” he +paused and glanced into a book of time-tables—“to meet us at the +train due there at eleven o’clock?”</p> + +<p>With so much to occupy their thoughts and tongues, Dave and Phil found train +time and their meeting with the detective at the station at hand without one +dull minute having passed. And though they had discussed the evident ability and +the possible plans of Robert Rack from all angles, they were no nearer a +conclusion as to what he meant to do than they were to guessing how Jones and +Worth had recovered the Big Six—a question they were pleasantly impatient +to have answered.</p> + +<p>Not by word or look did Bob Rack reveal one whit of what he had found during +the day to the pair of his youthful admirers, who had a seat opposite him, while +the train bore rapidly on toward Griffin. When he talked about the case at all +it was only to ask a few questions—some of them far removed from the +problem <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_94'></a>94</span>in hand, +the boys thought. For instance when he desired to know whether there was plenty +of lighting gas in the tank of the Torpedo, both were puzzled, though they +answered that there was.</p> + +<p>“We were extremely fortunate in getting away to-night. Every hour +counts now,” said Mr. Rack, “but as I have some papers to look over +I’ll get at them.”</p> + +<p>Swiftly through the summer night the train sped on. The detective seemed to +be occupied with nothing more important than some road maps, but his companions +did not venture to interrupt him and in their own conversation spoke in low +tones. The distance seemed very great, somehow, to the impatient boys. But at +last——</p> + +<p>“Here we are!” said Robert Rack, even before Phil or Dave were +aware of it, and a moment later the lights of Griffin came into view.</p> + +<p>I shall not undertake to tell in detail of the conflicting emotions with +which Billy and Paul greeted their friends and with which they all, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_95'></a>95</span>Mr. Rack included, +gathered beside the Big Six while Worth quickly told of the escape of Coster and +the Torpedo’s disappearance.</p> + +<p>“A little faster than I expected,” mused the detective, in that +same easy, gentle tone. Apparently <i>he</i> was no more disturbed than if Billy +had said it looked like rain, which, in fact, was the case.</p> + +<p>“But this man in jail—<i>we</i> didn’t tell you anything about +him, Mr. Rack. We didn’t know it ourselves,” Phil spoke up anxiously. +For it will be remembered that Chief Fobes’ prisoner had not appeared in the +situation at all at the time Way and MacLester left Griffin. “Or did you +know without our <i>telling</i> you?” Phil added, his own mind in a whirl +of confused thoughts.</p> + +<p>“Oh, I have not been idle to-day,” smiled Detective Bob. Then +more seriously, but still in his affable, pleasing way, quite as though he were +planning a little outing, he continued, “Now I’ll need some help. The +best driver take the wheel. I’ll sit beside him. The rest of you ride behind +and if I may ask so much, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_96'></a>96</span>no one will leave +the car except as I may request it.”</p> + +<p>Immediately Phil nodded to Dave to take the driver’s place. In an instant +Bob Rack was in the seat beside him, the others in the tonneau.</p> + +<p>“Just as fast as is consistent with a reasonable degree of safety +now,” Mr. Rack said, placidly. “First, to Creek’s +garage.”</p> + +<p>The Big Six moved swiftly away, throwing always a flood of light ahead, its +gleaming oil lamps seeming to be but a streak of white to those who watched it +pass.</p> + +<p>In a minute’s time the detective apparently had seen all he wished to see +at the small garage. While he looked the place over Way, at his request, was +locating Chief Fobes by phone. The policeman came from the hotel on the run when +told that Mr. Bob Rack wanted him. For perhaps five minutes he and the detective +talked in Willie Creek’s office.</p> + +<p>“That fellow Coster got out about nine o’clock. He must have got off +with the Torpedo about half-past nine. About a two hours’ start +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_97'></a>97</span>of us,” said +Billy Worth to his friends in the tonneau. There was no doubt in his mind, +whatever, that the jail-bird had flown in the stolen machine.</p> + +<p>“Funny that the only thing Mr. Rack ’specially noticed in all we +could tell him, Bill, was about the planks that had been carried from over the +hill to run the Six down the bank on,” observed Paul Jones, +thoughtfully.</p> + +<p>“Looks a lot like Hipp and Earnest, so far as the hiding of our car +goes, Mack,” Billy added to Paul’s idea, for Dave was an interested +listener.</p> + +<p>“In with you! Speed now, David, if there’s such a thing!” This +from Detective Bob, the first words to Phil standing beside the car, the second +order to MacLester at the wheel. And as the Six instantly +responded,—“Out to the right-hand fork, and not a minute to +lose!” he said.</p> + +<p>There was unmistakable authority and command in his manner. One could have +thought of nothing but instant obedience. Yet from his +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_98'></a>98</span>smile and gentle +tone it seemed that he might have said, “I declare, it’s a very pleasant +evening.”</p> + +<p>Their hearts beating hard with the excitement of adventure and the rapid +ride, the Auto Boys vainly speculated, each in his own thoughts, upon the +unknown plans and intentions of the detective.</p> + +<p>“Turn right! We’re doing famously, but—” Without a sign +of question, or any movement save a quick, short nod to say that he heard, +MacLester obeyed Bob Rack’s order. Like a flying specter, the Big Six shot +down the little grade where the lonely Right Fork branched off, and on and +on.</p> + +<p>Not a word was spoken. Scurrying masses of cloud swept the sky above and only +at intervals did rifts appear where the moon shone through, relieving for the +moment the heavy darkness. Over to the south and back to the west the inky +clouds were rolling up like wind-tossed mountains. Flashes of lightning came +more and more often, and after each the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_99'></a>99</span>thunder crashed or +rumbled in the distance. The lonely woodlands, and the wildness of the unused, +brush-grown fields were almost terrifying as each sharp and sudden glare fell +for an instant on them.</p> + +<p>All within a second the flying car drew near and passed the darker shadows +that marked the miller’s grim old house, the mill, the pond, the icehouse. +Over the bridge and up the grade—a stretch of level road, then down the +slope to the swampy spot where the Six was ditched that other time, then up +again and on!</p> + +<p>“Stop here, David.” Always that same easy, gentle tone, but Mack +obeyed the order instantly.</p> + +<p>“You know this road. Could you go forward without lights?” And +without waiting for an answer, “Will you put them out, Way?”</p> + +<p>Every light was extinguished. The car stood in total darkness, but stood for +a second only. “Just as quietly as you can,” requested Mr. Rack, as +MacLester slipped the clutch to place again.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_100'></a>100</span>“Now,” said the detective, “I am going to tell you that this may be a wild goose chase, though I think not. I don’t believe any of you will need leave the car, but, Phil, you take this revolver. If you hear me shout, ‘close in,’ come to me instantly. The rest of you stand ready for any instructions that may be necessary.”</p> + +<p>Almost noiselessly the big machine purred forward, more slowly now but still +at good speed. In wonder and excitement the Auto Boys sat silent as the darkness +round them. And while <i>they</i> were at tension that strained every nerve, the +calm tranquillity of Mr. Bob Rack was, by contrast, the more amazing.</p> + +<p>“I suppose,” said he, softly, quite as if he might have been +gently musing before a pleasant fireplace in the quiet of home, “I suppose +the truest words ever put in verse are those which say——</p> + +<p style='text-align:left; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; margin-left: 4ex'>“‘Truth crushed to earth will rise again.</p> + +<p style='text-align:left; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; margin-left: 4ex'>“But error, wounded, writhes in pain</p> + +<p style='text-align:left; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; margin-left: 4ex'>“And dies amidst her worshipers.’</p> + + + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_101'></a>101</span>“And +there,” he said as if he were but speaking to himself, “there is the +whole ground work, the unfailing foundation that we must work upon, whether we +are detectives or doctors or anything else. There is no such thing as successful +deception. This case is an excellent illustration, and I must tell you about it +later. It is an old, old error, a monstrous lie that has reached its end +to-night, I firmly believe.”</p> + +</div> + +<div> +<a id='chap08'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_103'></a>103</span><p style='text-align:center; display:block; margin-top: 64px;'>CHAPTER VIII</p> + +<p style='text-align:center; display:block; margin-top:8px; margin-bottom: 32px;'>IN MOST EXCELLENT GOOD SEASON</p> + +<p><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>Almost</span> as he ceased speaking +the detective, peering forward, as if not quite certain of the road, it was so +dark, placed a detaining hand on Davy’s arm. “Right to one side here and +stop,” he said.</p> + +<p>Without jar or sound, save the slight squeak of a brake, the Big Six came to +a halt. The wonder of the Auto Boys was doubled, if such a thing were possible. +Another hundred yards would have placed them directly in front of the dwelling +of Mr. Peek.</p> + +<p>“<i>He</i> had nothing to do with stealing that car, or ours,” +Paul Jones could not refrain from whispering to Billy, at his side.</p> + +<p>Lost in his own questioning thoughts, Worth did not answer.</p> + +<p>“Keep right behind me, Philip, the gun in +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_104'></a>104</span>your right hand +and pointed to the ground.” Mr. Rack was out of the car now, and taking +Phil by the sleeve as he spoke, that young gentleman also stepped softly down. +“If you boys are as quiet as mice,” said the detective to the +others, “you will hear me call instructions, should I do so. We may be +gone for some time.”</p> + +<p>In silent wonder the three in the car obeyed the order so gently given, but +so imperatively attuned. Without misgiving, but trembling from the multitude of +questions rushing to his mind, Way followed Mr. Rack. Walking upright, but +without noise, the two approached the dark and lonely farmhouse.</p> + +<p>Stationing Way behind the trunk of an old apple tree, Mr. Rack left him. For +a quarter of an hour he was absent. Vastly to Phil’s surprise he came creeping +on hands and knees and was fairly beside the boy ere the latter discovered +him.</p> + +<p>“We are too late, or too early. It will take some +time——”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_105'></a>105</span>A terrific +scream burst suddenly on the air. Coming in unexpected violence, and from within +the old house, the sound was terrifying beyond description.</p> + +<p>“Don’t forget the signal!” said Robert Rack calmly.</p> + +<p>“Close in,” Phil whispered, to show he remembered, but the +detective was gone.</p> + +<p>The seconds seemed like hours to Philip Way and no less so to the three in +the car who had heard the frightful scream.</p> + +<p>Suddenly there came a wild cry, like violent, threatening anger, like the +howl of a wolf at bay. And then——</p> + +<p>“Close in!” It was the voice of Bob Rack, and what a contrast +with the other! It might have been a father calling a son to breakfast, so cool, +collected, calm it was.</p> + +<p>Instantly Way rushed forward through the dark. <i>Close in!</i> Yes, but +where? How? Soon he found himself groping for the door at the side porch. A +feeble light shone from the kitchen. With a crash the door was suddenly +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_106'></a>106</span>flung open. A +heavy figure leaped forth. Phil threw himself forward, arms outstretched, just +as many a time he had tackled on the gridiron, and the heavy body went tumbling +to the ground beside the doorstep, Way with it, but keeping the uppermost +position.</p> + +<p>“Nicely done, Philip, nicely!” No disturbed note, no ruffled +sound, no excitement whatever,—just Bob Rack saying a word or two in his +calm and tranquil way, both then and an instant later: “Sit up, Adam! Let +him rise, Phil. I think we were here just in good season. You see how Mr. Peek +is, Phil,—back there in the front room. You’ll find another lamp in the +kitchen, no doubt.”</p> + +<p>Nothing surprised Phil more, perhaps, than the effect of the detective’s +low and even tones upon himself. Though panting for breath, after the recent +struggle and his exertion, he noticed that he experienced no sense of fear or +apprehension. He found a lamp on a low mantel and lighted it. As he went toward +the room adjoining, he heard Mr. Rack call cheerily, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_107'></a>107</span>“Light up +the car, boys! Drive up to the yard here, if you will.”</p> + +<p>The scene Phil discovered in the front room would have been horrifying but +for the calm upon him, to which allusion has just been made. Mr. Peek, dressed +as if for work, sat on the edge of the bed, his face covered by his hands while +blood stained his fingers and dripped, like the dropping of water, upon the +oil-cloth covering the floor.</p> + +<p>Hastily Way helped the old man to rise. He wanted the outer air he +said—his chair near the kitchen door. The lad led him as he wished, then +brought water and a towel. Helping himself, then, Mr. Peek bathed an ugly wound +above and to the left of his left eyebrow. A revolver in his hand, Mr. Rack sat +on the lower steps of the porch. His prisoner sat on the ground before him and +the detective had taken the precaution of slipping handcuffs upon him.</p> + +<p>Billy, Paul and Dave had now arrived upon the scene, but not one ventured a +word.</p> + +<p>“Are you able to ride to town, Mr. Peek?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_108'></a>108</span>asked Mr. Rack. +“You’ll be so much better there than here.”</p> + +<p>But no, the old gentleman would not go. He was not much hurt, he said, and +would feel perfectly safe to remain alone. “Safer than I have really been +for many a day, I don’t doubt,” he added. “But if he had struck +the temple, as he surely tried to, he would have killed me,” shuddered the +aged farmer. “Lord, I have suffered as I have deserved!”</p> + +<p>The latter words were low, as if spoken in prayer. Then quite aloud again, +“Take him with you. You might drop in to-morrow. Maybe my boys will be out +this way.” The latter words were accompanied by a smile. “You and +your automobile did good work to-night, boys! However you happened along, I +can’t think! And this gentleman with you?”</p> + +<p>“It’s quite a story, Mr. Peek. I’ll tell you all about it when +you’ve rested some,” said Way, holding a lamp, while Billy tied a soft, +clean handkerchief over the wound. Worth was gentle and clever as a woman at +such things.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_109'></a>109</span>“Thunder and lightning! It’s <i>Pickem!</i> I thought——”</p> + +<p>Paul’s violent exclamation caused all the boys to look at once to the man +on the ground. The dull glow of the lamp had suddenly fallen upon the fellow’s +face.</p> + +<p>“So did I! I thought——”</p> + +<p>“That it was Coster,” broke in Bob Rack gently. “But it is +neither he nor any other than Mr. Adam W. Kull, of Harkville, New +York.”</p> + +<p>“By thunder! <i>We</i> called him Pickem!” cried Paul, in +amazement. “How did <i>he</i> get here?”</p> + +<p>“I think he ran out in his Torpedo. The car stands by the roadside, +just above,” said Mr. Rack, pleasantly.</p> + +</div> + +<div> +<a id='chap09'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_111'></a>111</span><p style='text-align:center; display:block; margin-top: 64px;'>CHAPTER IX</p> + +<p style='text-align:center; display:block; margin-top:8px; margin-bottom: 32px;'>THE DETECTIVE’S STRANGE STORY</p> + +<p><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>Detective</span> Bob Rack and his +prisoner, with Phil to drive, went to Griffin in the Torpedo while Paul, Billy, +Dave and Mr. Peek rode in the Six. For Mr. Rack would hardly consent to the old +gentleman spending the remainder of the night alone. So, in due time, was he +given a room at the American House. Mr. Pickem, otherwise Smith, otherwise Kull, +was assigned to very narrow and also strong, quarters in the village prison with +Chief Fobes personally mounting guard over both him and Coster. Two big +revolvers the officer had and there was no sign of sleep in his usually languid +eyes.</p> + +<p>The capture of the chief’s prisoner was, vastly to his satisfaction, +effected by himself +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_112'></a>112</span>and the village +night watchman. On the advice of Bob Rack they had watched the railroad yards +closely. Coster was seized just as he darted from some hiding-place and tried to +board an out-bound freight.</p> + +<p>Deeply interested in the exciting occurrences of the evening, Landlord Wagg +had not gone to bed, as proved quite fortunate for the Auto Boys and the +detective. When Mr. Peek had been given every attention, he announced that a +little supper for five was ready to serve whenever wanted.</p> + +<p>“I rarely venture an opinion without having facts to support it,” +said Mr. Rack, smiling, “but on this occasion I will say that I think all +of us are ready to show our appreciation of such an invitation in a very +thorough manner, provided you will join us, Mr. Wagg. Also I’ve promised the +boys a little history of the case that brought us together. Perhaps you may be +interested.”</p> + +<p>A large part of the story told by Mr. Bob Rack as the party sat long over a +supper of <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_113'></a>113</span>cold +meats, bread and butter, coffee and fruit, is familiar to the reader. Without +quoting his language then,—and the pleasing modulations of his voice +could not be shown in print, in any event,—the narrative was +substantially as follows:</p> + +<p>When the theft of Adam Kull’s car, at Harkville, was reported to the +authorities two months earlier, Mr. Rack had been asked by the insurance +company, in which a policy covering theft was held, to assist in the +search.</p> + +<p>Not a trace of the car was found. There seemed to be no clue to go upon. An +odd circumstance which, though it apparently had no connection with the case, +yet which Mr. Rack was unwilling to dismiss wholly from his mind, was the fact +that a few days earlier Mr. Kull had purchased from a neighbor and shipped to a +middle western city a fine Scotch collie. The dog was greatly attached to the +automobile, and had sometimes been allowed to ride. This simple fact in itself +was not important; but the purchase of the dog, apparently for the mere +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_114'></a>114</span>purpose of +giving the animal away, was not in keeping with Mr. Kull’s usual +disposition.</p> + +<p>From so trifling a cause for suspicion the detective was unwilling to make +even a hint as to what was in his mind. All he could do, and the thing he did +do, was to place a watch upon Adam Kull while secretly he made a thorough search +of the man’s record.</p> + +<p>Among other things it was found that, as a young man, Kull had been a party +to a transaction by which he and his mother obtained a strange hold upon a +wealthy farmer near Griffin, Henry Peek by name. The woman married Mr. Peek but +they soon separated. To be free of the woman and her son, Mr. Peek had entered +into a written contract involving the payment of a large sum of money at once, +and the further stipulation that, should the wife survive the husband, she +should receive the entire Peek estate. If, on the other hand, Mr. Peek survived +his one-time wife, the estate should ultimately go to his heirs alone, and no +heir of hers should be considered as having any +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_115'></a>115</span>claim whatever +upon the property. The bargain seemed a very good one for the woman as she was +much younger than Mr. Peek.</p> + +<p>Years passed. Mrs. Peek, who had resumed her former name, Kull, lived with +her only son and they had eventually settled in Harkville. Here the man was +engaged in real estate, a number of shady deals being credited to him in that +connection.</p> + +<p>Within a few months of the present time, the mother, though but little past +middle age, had been stricken by an incurable disease. The son could not have +failed to remember that, unless she survived his former step-father, the rich +Peek estate would not descend to him.</p> + +<p>Matters were at this pass when Detective Rack obtained his first extended +knowledge of Kull, following his investigation of the disappearance of the +automobile the latter had owned. Several weeks slipped by and, as the man under +scrutiny had made no movement which would in any way strengthen suspicion +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_116'></a>116</span>against him, the +watching of his going and his coming was relaxed.</p> + +<p>One day, nearly two months after the theft of Kull’s car, a strange man +called on the real estate dealer, later left his office, and was not seen +afterward. Mr. Rack’s men discovered the fellow to be a worthless, discharged +employe of a motor concern in Rochester. His name was Coster.</p> + +<p>It was but a day or two later that Kull suddenly left home. Later it was +learned he was in Griffin, registered at the American hotel under an assumed +name.</p> + +<p>“And it was at that time, undoubtedly,” said Mr. Rack, +“that, having taken the Torpedo from wherever it was concealed, Coster was +on the way west with it. Kull was in Griffin to meet him. He visited the old +farm where he had once lived for a short time. He carried the planks over the +hill to the icehouse, that his friend might readily run the Torpedo down the +embankment and so into that building. There are some links missing as to this +assertion but <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_117'></a>117</span>it +will be found substantially correct when the details are known. For it was +certainly the intention that the Torpedo should be placed in this new and more +distant hiding-place. Kull had purchased a supply of Fielderson’s automobile +and carriage paint. He mentioned to a clerk in the store that he was going to +use the material on an old surrey he had. He owned no such vehicle. Hence my +conclusion, at this time, that the paint was to be used in a further concealment +of the identity of the Torpedo.</p> + +<p>“Again I heard from Harkville that Kull, after a brief stay at home, +following his having been in Griffin, was once more out of town. I was busy with +other matters and did not immediately take up the threads of the case again. I +was about to do so yesterday,” and here Mr. Rack smiled toward Mr. Wagg, +who sat with eyes and mouth open, his glasses perched on the very top of his +bald head,—“when Mr. Phil and Mr. David, here, came in upon me, +introduced by one of our best young lawyers. They were in possession of so much +information +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_118'></a>118</span>that, +dovetailing their statements with my own previous knowledge, I had a fairly +perfect fabric of fact. From this it was simply a little study to deduce +practically certain probabilities. However, I spent a few hours piecing out and +verifying my threads of information. I found that Kull’s poor mother could +probably live but a few days or weeks, at most. I found a man named Coster had +been locked up for intoxication here in Griffin, that he was first seen in town +on Saturday and his clothing was splashed with mud. Friday was a rainy day, you +will remember. By the merest chance my Harkville representative also learned +yesterday that Kull had purchased some saws for cutting steel before leaving +town on Tuesday. He had bought a ticket for Batavia, but that was no certain +sign that he would not stop off in Griffin.</p> + +<p>“To see through the man’s entire plan now is, of course, like reading +it in print. All that we do not know is just how Coster happened to lose the +Torpedo, then pick up the car of our +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_119'></a>119</span>friends here, +which certainly he did. That we will learn later. The point I would bring to +your notice now is that Kull, whatever his first plan may have been, changed +somewhat his course of action as he found circumstances favoring him. He had +learned of Coster reaching Griffin in an intoxicated condition and being locked +up. He enabled him to escape by passing saws in to him by means of a long stick +put between the bars of the rear corridor window, which was open. This he did +last night, Mr. Fobes believes, and he probably is correct.</p> + +<p>“It is an interesting fact, but not a strange one, for usually it is +the small thing that trips the criminal up,—an interesting fact, observe, +that the dog Kull had been at such pains to be rid of in Harkville, lest it +innocently betray the spot where his car had been concealed, had appeared here +in Griffin to trouble him. To regain possession of the Torpedo (after having +failed to get it placed in a barn where he could more easily get at it) Kull +found it necessary to kill the Scotch collie. This he did on Sunday +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_120'></a>120</span>night. It was +also desirable that Mr. Creek be placed beyond power to hinder. An anonymous +telephone call from Port Greeley, summoning him there, did the work +nicely.</p> + +<p>“Now we come to the circumstance that Kull believed so especially +favored him—Coster breaking jail, the Torpedo disappearing, poor old Mr. +Peek assaulted and killed—all this in one night. Where would suspicion +naturally point? To Coster, certainly.”</p> + +<p>Mr. Rack smiled and paused.</p> + +<p>“Wonderful!” exclaimed Mr. Wagg.</p> + +<p>“Not at all. The boys deserve more credit than I. And we found so much +additional information the moment we reached Griffin to-night, that the veriest +novice could hardly go wrong. Billy had Coster’s measure from boots up. Fobes +knew nothing except that he was able to tell me that Creek telephoned to him +from Port Greeley, stating that there was deception in his being summoned to +that town, and asking him to watch the garage, which, by the way, he did not do. +The time was short +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_121'></a>121</span>and the only +particle of credit we deserve is for having moved at once and quickly.</p> + +<p>“The time was short for Kull to act if he was to take advantage of +favoring circumstances,—that is apparent now and it was before. It +required no great mental power to see that at a glance. Where Kull would be +found was thus easily determined. And, fortunately, we arrived in time. On my +first survey of the Peek place I found nothing but the Torpedo, partially +concealed behind some trees by the roadside and every light extinguished. Kull +could not be far away but I hesitated lest it should prove that, having not yet +entered the house, he should discover that he was watched. The facts were, he +was in the house when we reached the place. He was waiting to be sure his victim +slept. I flashed a light upon him as he was in the act of striking his first +blow and possibly that was why he struck to one side of the temple and only a +flesh wound resulted. I seized his arms but he escaped me. I fear I +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_122'></a>122</span>might have been +obliged to shoot to frighten him, if nothing more, but for Phil’s very able +and timely help.”</p> + +<p>“But what is <i>your</i> idea as to the reason this fellow Coster left +one car in the road and hid another in the icehouse in place of it?” Mr. +Wagg inquired.</p> + +<p>“One of two things—Coster left the car to look about the Peek +place, either knowing or suspecting Kull’s ultimate plan of making away with +the old gentleman, and in his absence the machine was in some manner started +forward. Or, and I think more probably, Coster was drunk and fell from the +Torpedo as he saw another car approaching on that unfrequented road where he did +not expect to see, and had no wish to see, any other traveler. And now, perhaps, +we would better bid one another goodnight,” Mr. Rack concluded.</p> + +<p>“Might as well make it good-morning,” grinned Paul Jones, +stepping to a window, “it’s nearly daylight.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_123'></a>123</span>The following +day Coster made a complete confession to Mr. Rack. The latter’s idea of the +entire plans of Kull were substantially correct. About the abandonment of the +Torpedo, Coster said he had been drinking a great deal and, contrary to his +usual experience, the more he drank the more he feared for his own safety in the +car he knew police and detectives had made prolonged search to find. Seeing a +large, six-cylinder machine come rapidly over a hill toward him, and on that +lonely road where he had been assured he would see no one whomsoever, he +suddenly lost his head. He leaped headlong from the Torpedo into the bushes at +the roadside. Later he had crept forward and, from the hillside, watched all +that the Auto Boys did until they went away in the empty car. Then he put their +machine in the icehouse, guided no doubt by the drunken notion that he was very +considerably the gainer. But instead of sobering up and meeting Kull at the +American House, as had been agreed he should do, he spent the night in a barn +and proceeded to get +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_124'></a>124</span>drunk again the +moment he reached the town in the morning.</p> + +<p>“It appears,” said Bob Rack, telling the boys, Chief Fobes (who +was still in a perfect fever of wonder and excitement) and Willie Creek the +substance of Coster’s confession, the day following Kull’s +capture,—“It appears that our Harkville friend concealed his car +several days before he pried the padlock off his garage and reported the machine +to have been stolen. He had hidden the machine in an unused garage attached to a +summer hotel a few miles from the town. Coster obtained it there. Knowing the +case as I do now, I would venture to believe that it was the apparent success of +his first crime, in defrauding the insurance people, that nerved Kull to carry +out his plan further, and so led to the attempt on the life of old Mr. Peek. His +plans were clever, after a crude fashion, but he made the mistake every criminal +makes sooner or later, in the belief he apparently entertained that deception +could be covered up. In the long run there +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_125'></a>125</span>is no such +thing. Even Coster may be truthful when he declares he did not know Kull had +defrauded the insurance company.”</p> + +</div> + +<div> +<a id='chap10'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_127'></a>127</span><p style='text-align:center; display:block; margin-top: 64px;'>CHAPTER X</p> + +<p style='text-align:center; display:block; margin-top:8px; margin-bottom: 32px;'>EASTWARD HO!</p> + +<p>After all this had come to pass, the Auto Boys found that if they so desired +there was nothing to hinder carrying out in full all that they had purposed to +do when the original plan of their eastern vacation tour had been so amply +discussed by the snug fire in Dr. Way’s library.</p> + +<p>“I propose that we go ahead with the old program,” said P. Jones, +Esq., as he occasionally dubbed himself. “We’ve got back our Big Six. +She’s all right. Nearly all our luggage and other outfitting stuff is all +right. As for gasoline, grub and so on—what’s the odds? We’re not +broke yet.”</p> + +<p>“Guess you’re right, Jonesy,” put in Worth. “For once in +your life, you’ve about stated the case correctly.”</p> + +<p>“If the luck keeps up, all right.” This from +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_128'></a>128</span>Dave, who could +not let go all his mental bearings without some pessimistic afterthoughts. +“But who’s to say it will hold out? One thing I rather insist on, Phil, +since you make a sort of bluff at being our leader. Let’s stick to the guide +book route, whether we go through Albany to Boston or whether we short-cut +through the Catskills and down the Hudson to New York. That’s my +opinion.”</p> + +<p>They argued it out that last night at Griffin, which they were to leave in +the morning for the east.</p> + +<p>“Somehow I’d like to see New York more’n Boston, I think,” +remarked Way. “It would shorten the time of our vacation, and give us more +time for side trips, say to Niagara Falls or, if we went down the Hudson, to +West Point.”</p> + +<p>“Geewhillikins! Stop it, Phil!” cried Paul, making a grimace. +“I tell you what, boys! After all our troubles we’re going to take in +the real country from here on. If I don’t see the Falls, ’twill be because +you vote against the Big Six going there.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_129'></a>129</span>“And +West Point!” This from MacLester, no longer gloomy-viewed. “I’ve +wanted to see that place ever so long.”</p> + +<p>“Tell you what we can do,” chimed in Billy, who had been +listening intently. “Let’s have a sort of elastic program, a +go-as-you-please route, governed each day by taking a vote as to how we’ll go +from then on, subject always to approval of a majority of the +voters.”</p> + +<p>“Will that do?” queried Phil humorously. “There are only +four votes. Suppose it’s a tie, what then?”</p> + +<p>“Aw, Phil!” from the irrepressible Paul. “If it comes to a +tie, we’ll keep talking and voting until it’s unanimous or three to one. I +guess we’ve all got some horse sense!”</p> + +<p>Without too much stickling for unanimity, it was finally agreed that while +the general plan of the eastern trip should remain the same, whenever advisable +there would also be discussions of the next move which would require at least a +three-to-one vote in order to decide.</p> + +<p>“We may all be fools some of the time,” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_130'></a>130</span>voiced Dave +sagely, paraphrasing Lincoln’s noteworthy pronouncement, “but we won’t +all of us be fools all the time.” This while shaking his head dubiously at +Jones, Esq., who sniffed scornfully.</p> + +<p>Accordingly, the following morning when the Big Six left Griffin its course +was eastward over the big highway prescribed in the guide book.</p> + +<p>Phil, Dave and Paul took turns at the wheel, and when night was again upon +them they were nearing a small town where, according to the guide book, one +might turn to the left and before the day was over be fairly within an hour or +so of Niagara Falls. They put up at a modest hotel, stored the auto in a +convenient garage, took supper and, after a short stroll along an uninteresting +main street, retired for the night to a large bedroom with two double +beds.</p> + +<p>Some debate ensued as to whether they should turn off and visit the big +falls, during which Worth dropped off asleep while MacLester nearly jerked his +head loose as he nodded from the depths of an ancient armchair.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_131'></a>131</span>“Aw, +what’s the use?” grumbled Paul. “<i>They</i> don’t care +<i>where</i> we go!” He pointed at Billy snug in bed, while Dave nodded +the sleeper’s approval of whatever course might be taken on the morrow. +“They don’t care, I say.”</p> + +<p>“Well, what do you say, Paul?” Phil regarded the boy quizzically. +“Have you ever seen the Falls?”</p> + +<p>“No, nor I don’t care if I <i>never</i> see ’em. Nothing but a roar +of water and a cloud of wet spray if you go near ’em below.” Paul’s +grammar was humorously absurd at times.</p> + +<p>“How do you know, if you’ve never been there?”</p> + +<p>“Haven’t I read and heard about ’em ever since I was knee high to a +duck?”</p> + +<p>“Well then, let’s vote. You wake Billy up.”</p> + +<p>While Paul was shaking and struggling with Worth, now angry over being thus +disturbed, Phil gently tweaked Dave’s nose until he staggered to his feet, +making half-blind passes at his disturber as he mumbled:</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_132'></a>132</span>“G’way, you! I—I’ll punch your head, you—you—you—” And that was as far as he ever got.</p> + +<p>“We’re voting to know if we go to the Falls or keep straight +on,” urged Phil loudly. “What is it to be?”</p> + +<p>Paul just then relinquishing his clutch on Billy’s nightshirt, the latter +flopped back on his pillow, jerked the quilt over his head and was buried to the +outer world. Phil pinched Dave’s ear until the nodding one hauled back and +struck out feebly, hitting nothing and throwing himself back into the big +chair’s embracing arms.</p> + +<p>This being the dumb reply of both, Phil grinned at Paul as he half +whispered:</p> + +<p>“What do you vote, Paul? Is it straight on, leaving the Falls for +another time?”</p> + +<p>“Bet your life—that’s me! Say, Phil, I’ll tell you what +I’d really like to do.” As he said this Paul drew from his pocket a +crumpled, soiled bit of paper. “Here’s something I got hold of at +Griffin.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_133'></a>133</span>“Right +here’s where we turn off to the right, according to this paper. Got it from +Fobes. The Chief said he took it from Coster, who was tearing mad because Fobes +got it away from him. Somewhere beyond here—don’t say +where—there’s a one-horse tavern—old place, pretty well off the +main track. But it’s mighty nigh one of the main railroad lines.”</p> + +<p>While Paul was talking Phil was examining the paper, growing more interested +as he went on. Now he looked up, saying:</p> + +<p>“It looks like a queer game. It may be worth a gambling +chance.”</p> + +<p>“Think of the boodle! That express car was looted near there some years +ago. Another tramp was riding the brake beams and saw the robbers make off in +the nearby woods with their boodle. Papers were full of the amount taken.” +Paul smacked his lips as if he tasted in anticipation what the money would do. +“Then this tramp jumped off and followed them. See? It says so +here.” Paul pointed to a paragraph in +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_134'></a>134</span>the ragged +clipping. Phil, having already deciphered this, was reading further. Then he +said:</p> + +<p>“That tramp was blind in one eye. Do you reckon he could tell and mark +what those robbers did with their boodle?”</p> + +<p>“Sure, if he says so. I can see most as well with my hand over one eye +as with my two eyes.” Paul in pantomime covered one eye and winked at +Phil, who was obliged to laugh. “Well, what does this tramp do? Why, he +waits round in hiding until them galoots go off after burying their loot. Then +he, like a fool, goes off to sleep. When he woke up his good eye pained him so +that he only marked the spot as best he could and struck for the nearest house, +which happened to be this old tavern.”</p> + +<p>“I see,” remarked Phil ruminatively. “From this it appears +he got better and stayed, making himself so useful, choring about, that they +kept him on. Of course it was the boodle that kept him at work, doubtless +meaning to leave when he got better. Once he sneaked over +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_135'></a>135</span>to this big +hemlock and tried to dig for the money, but owing to the great rock they had +piled over it, and being weak from his sickness, he had to let it go, meaning, +of course, to come back when he was strong again. But he didn’t get strong. +His other eye became more affected and in time he went blind. After that the +tavern folks sent him to the county almshouse, and there he finally +died.”</p> + +<p>“Right-o, Phil!” exclaimed Paul, unable longer to keep silence. +“Just before he pegged out, along came this same Coster’s brother, also +a tramp. Tramp number one wouldn’t tell the tavern folks because they put him +in the almshouse; but he did tell tramp number two, Coster’s brother, just +because he was a tramp like himself, I guess. Coster’s brother belonged +somewhere around here and loafed his time away, always intending to visit the +spot. But he, too, got sick and before he died passed the secret along to +Coster. The original thieves never came back because they were later arrested +for another crime, that of killing one of +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_136'></a>136</span>themselves in a +row, and the survivor or survivors were sent up for life or hanged, I reckon. +Anyway, they never bothered any one any more.”</p> + +<p>“But this old printed paper doesn’t tell exactly where the boodle was +hid, except that it was close to a big hemlock and under a big rock.” Phil +was shaking his head doubtfully. “Where would that hemlock be? There are +hemlocks scattered in the woods all around here.”</p> + +<p>“Here’s something that Coster gave me while he was in jail, towards +the last. You see, I’d been sort of kind to him, or he took it that way. I +carried him some tobacco. When he found that he was in for a serious time, he +handed out to me not only this paper but a scrawl he’d made on the back of an +old envelope with a bit of pencil I’d given him some days before. At the time +I couldn’t make much of what he was up to. But I guess his bad luck in general +was too much for him. After Rack landed him he +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_137'></a>137</span>seemed to give +up. Anyway he gave me both these,” meaning the printed bit of crumpled +paper and the old envelope which Paul now passed to Phil.</p> + +<p>“Why didn’t you tell us before, eh?” asked Phil sharply. +“Aren’t we all comrades together?”</p> + +<p>“Yep! But I knew you’d laugh at me for being so simple as to believe +anything Coster said. But since we’ve reached this place where we are now, the +thing came back to me so strong that I fished out these papers and looked ’em +over again. By jimmineddy! I can’t help but think there’s something in all +this rigmarole after all.”</p> + +<p>Phil, after some cogitation, gave back the papers to Paul, saying:</p> + +<p>“Let’s sleep on it, Paul. You can’t get anything out of them now. +In the morning we will go into it again.”</p> + +<p>In the early morning Billy, who had some advantage over the rest in point of +sleep, was up +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_138'></a>138</span>first, and was +presently whanging the others with his pillow in a way that bade little for +further slumbers on their part.</p> + +<p>“G’way! get out!” cried Paul, feeling less interest just then +in treasure hunting than in securing a few more winks before the inevitable bell +for breakfast rang forth. “Remember how you acted last night when we +wanted you to sit up and talk!”</p> + +<p>As for Dave, the last to be thus treated by the now wakeful Worth, he +grunted, groaned, finally heaving his own pillow at Billy who, dodging the same, +renewed his offensive tactics to such effect that MacLester presently sprang +forth from beside the now dozing Paul and grumblingly proceeded to dress.</p> + +<p>“Dave,” began Phil, “I got something to tell you and Billy +that I want you to listen to until you get the thing firmly inside your +thinkers. Then, if you are interested, we’ll wake up Paul for good and you can +look at what he’s got to show you. He showed it to me last night, after we +tried to get you two to wake up enough to +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_139'></a>139</span>get the facts +fairly through your noddles.”</p> + +<p>“‘Things’ and ‘noddles’!” This from +Billy, tossing his much abused pillow on the bed. “Why don’t you get +busy and talk sense? What you got to show us anyhow? As for Paul, +he—he’s a—”</p> + +<p>“He is, is he?” Paul, thus exclaiming, suddenly sat up and +discharged his own pillow at Billy, but only managed to hit Phil. “I +didn’t mean you, Phil. I’ve been awake for about half a minute, and I know +what you’re up to, Phil. Go for ’em, while I dig up the +documents.”</p> + +<p>While Phil was relating the substance of what Paul told him and what the two +papers revealed, MacLester sniffed suspiciously and gradually assumed his +customary expression when doubtful opinions were being aired, apparently for his +own benefit. While Phil was talking, Paul had extracted the crumpled printed +scrap, evidently clipped from some long forgotten town weekly, and the +mysterious pencillings on the mussed envelope.</p> + +<p>One after the other Dave and Billy examined +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_140'></a>140</span>both the printed +clipping and the soiled, misused envelope on which were sundry drawings in +pencil. Finally Dave sniffed suspiciously.</p> + +<p>“S’pose we <i>do</i> turn off here and do as Paul wants us to? +S’pose we spend a day or two enlarging our hotel bill, and don’t find +anything after all? Besides, who would believe anything Coster says? +Nobody”—here a skeptical look at P. Jones, Esq., now dressing in +some haste—“nobody, I say, but him.” Dave jerked a finger at +Paul, who was pulling his shirt on over his head.</p> + +<p>“I hear you,” came Paul’s voice, half smothered as he struggled +up through the shirt and, his head popping into view, he eyed MacLester in +disdain.</p> + +<p>“Oh, I don’t know!” remarked Worth, nodding at Phil. +“What do you think of it, boss?” meaning Way.</p> + +<p>“I think just what I said to Paul last night. It’s a gambling chance. +Shall we take it? Is it up to a vote?”</p> + +<p>“You bet!” shouted Paul, greatly enthused. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_141'></a>141</span>“In the +first place it will be lots of fun. No one seems to know anything about this +secret place of hiding or what may possibly be hidden there but us. Do they +now?”</p> + +<p>“N-no.” This from Worth, who was evidently much impressed. +“We may be fooled, but who shall say that Coster wasn’t acting on the +square? I saw Paul going out of his way to make Coster a mite more comfortable, +especially after he was caught with the goods on him, so to speak. Bad as he is, +he may have had some notion of doing Paul the only good turn he alone could do, +by putting him wise to this thing. Anyhow, it’s fun and fun is one thing +we’re after.”</p> + +<p>“Well, then,” remarked Phil, “shall we put it to a +vote?”</p> + +<p>“Yep—let’s vot’er now, right off the bat.” So added +Jones, by now fairly in his trousers and reaching for his footgear. “I +vote yes—yes, siree!”</p> + +<p>“So do I,” said Billy, glancing quizzically at Dave. “Me +for treasure hunting! Gee! +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_142'></a>142</span>Wouldn’t I +like to feel my shovel scrape something hard, and see my hand pull out a wad of +bank notes all caked with woods dirt?”</p> + +<p>“What do you say, Mac?” Phil was looking at MacLester, who +colored slightly.</p> + +<p>“I—I’ll vote last. You say what you’ll do, +Phil.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, well, if you want my decision, I’ll say yes.” Phil here +grinned openly at Paul. “I’m fond of our youngest comrade and I want to +please him whether we find anything or not.”</p> + +<p>All looked at Dave, who at first looked foolish, but straightway an open +smile wreathed his ruddy Scotch face as he said:</p> + +<p>“I’m with you, Phil! Paul sometimes acts the fool, but he means well +all the same. Here’s for the treasure! If we don’t get it, maybe we’ll +have some fun out of it after all.”</p> + +</div> + +<div> +<a id='chap11'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_143'></a>143</span><p style='text-align:center; display:block; margin-top: 64px;'>CHAPTER XI</p> + +<p style='text-align:center; display:block; margin-top:8px; margin-bottom: 32px;'>PASSING THE LOAD OF HAY</p> + +<p>Later that morning the Big Six was spinning over the road eastward from the +small village where the preceding debate had occurred. Before starting Phil had +asked their host if he knew of an old inn some miles ahead that had formerly +been prosperous during the old stage-coaching days, before the advent of the +railroads. The tavern keeper scratched his head as he reflected. Finally he +said:</p> + +<p>“Can’t think of nary place onless it’s what they used to call the +Ghost Tavern, but—law me! That place must ’a’ rotted down before +now.”</p> + +<p>Phil intimated that this might be what he was after, asking how far the inn +with the foreboding name might be.</p> + +<p>“Might be thirty mile or it might be fifty or +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_144'></a>144</span>more, I can’t +say. You might pass it not knowing where it is, and yet be within a few rods of +where it is—or was. It’s a woodsy neighborhood, and seems to me that I +heard it had burned down but I won’t be sure. Anyhow, that’s the only place +I’ve learned of beyond here, eastward, that in the least is like what you been +asking about. What might you kids be wanting such a place for? Looks like I’d +ruther pass it not knowing there was such a thing near as a ghost +tavern.”</p> + +<p>Phil replied evasively, for it was decided to say nothing at present as to +what the boys were up to. At least to say nothing that might make others think +that anything out of the common was embodied in their present purposes.</p> + +<p>Before the car started, however, the innkeeper, still scratching his grizzled +head, looked up again, saying:</p> + +<p>“Seems like I heard ’way back yonder that there was a tavern near +where a big railroad robbery took place. But I ain’t sure. Old folks like me +find that we forgit easier than we +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_145'></a>145</span>remember. +However, I wish ye all good luck. Keep your eyes open, boys, and don’t go it +blind—at least no blinder ’n you can help. So long!”</p> + +<p>All this strengthened their confidence in the sincerity of Coster’s last +bequest to P. Jones, Esq., who plumed himself accordingly, after his customary +manner. He pinched Dave’s arm as he said:</p> + +<p>“Bet your life, Dave, there was more in what Coster gave me than you +thought! You’re driving. You watch the road. Me and Phil and Billy will keep +up a lookout that will not miss that old tavern, ghost or no +ghost.”</p> + +<p>“S’pose the old rookery has been burned or made way with?” Dave +propounded this while curving his course round a steep embankment that made the +roadway barely wide enough for two vehicles to pass. Before Paul had time to +retort a rumble ahead broke in on their ears. Dave instantly turned towards the +bluff on his right, for the shelving embankment sloped steeply to the +left.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_146'></a>146</span>“That’s right, Mac!” interposed Paul, his attention being thus diverted from a witticism at MacLester’s expense. “Jam her close to the bluff and let the other fellow do the worrying.”</p> + +<p>Just then, round the further end of the curve came a farm wagon loaded with +hay, one man driving as he sat cramped against the dashboard, while on the load +behind was a boy and a girl, both somewhere along their teens in age. When the +farm team saw the purring car they balked, tried to shy dangerously towards the +slope, but the man behind reined them up so sharply that they were halted midway +of the road and about twenty feet from the car. Dave at once shut off the power +and the purring ceased.</p> + +<p>“Say, mister!” called the man anxiously. “How we goin’ to +pass ye?”</p> + +<p>“We’ve tried to give you all the room we could, don’t you +see?” This from MacLester as he leaned coolly back in his seat. +“You’ll have to slow up, then go at a walk to the right, won’t +you?”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_147'></a>147</span>“My +team’s sorter skeery along here. They ain’t used to you autermobile fellers. +Whoa thar! What ye up to now?”</p> + +<p>The team was trying to shy again as they eyed the strange monster just ahead +that was as terrifying to them as when some unsuspecting hunter suddenly sees +just ahead of him a dangerous beast of prey. Meantime Phil, noting the alarm of +the girl on the hay and similar symptoms in the younger boy, was taking in the +possibilities of the situation. He signalled to the others to keep silent, then +sprang out of the tonneau and made cautiously towards the team, speaking +soothingly the while as the man held them in tightly.</p> + +<p>“Let me get hold of their headstalls,” he called, raising his +voice slightly. “I think we can manage it. We’ll pass each other all +right.”</p> + +<p>By cautious management, speaking calmly to the horses, Phil managed at last +to seize first one bridle, then the other, rubbing his hand propitiatingly over +their noses, while securing a +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_148'></a>148</span>good grip on the +startled animals, and began leading them to the left, towards the bluff. At the +same time he called to Dave, in a low but distinct tone:</p> + +<p>“Loose the brake! Get out, two of you, and back the car gently. Keep +her headed towards the middle of the road. Don’t release your clutch, +Dave.”</p> + +<p>With some difficulty Phil’s directions were implicitly followed by the +boys, all of whom had learned in the past to defer to Phil’s judgment when +sudden decisions were required. When the Big Six was squarely midway of the road +and pointed slightly outward towards the dangerous slope, the car was halted, +and Paul and Billy clambered back into the machine.</p> + +<p>“Now, my friend,” said Phil, “if I lead them, can you turn +in close to the bluff, right where we were when we first saw you?”</p> + +<p>“I’ll try mighty hard. Whoa, Jack! Easy now, Jill!”</p> + +<p>With Way still at their heads, the wagon and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_149'></a>149</span>its cumbrous +load were safely jammed against the side of the bluff.</p> + +<p>“Perhaps the young lady and the boy better get off on the upper side. +We’ll try to pass you, but your team may not like the situation.” Phil +smiled. “It may cause trouble, but we will be as careful as we +can.”</p> + +<p>“Well, boss,” said the man, “you sure are good boys. My +team—well, I don’t know what they might have done if I’d tried to +pass you on the outside.”</p> + +<p>He turned back to the couple on the hay. “Say, Danny, you slide off and +then help Nan down. Be keerful! Remember she’s your sister, and if she gets a +fall you’ll have to settle with me later.”</p> + +<p>Danny, a straw-hatted, barefooted lad with a freckled face and dangling legs, +managed to slide himself down against the bluff and also managed to assist the +girl in following him to a spot where they could uneasily await further +developments.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_150'></a>150</span>“Better +not start your car until I git by,” remarked the farmer, while Phil, still +holding the bridles, aided the loaded wagon to slip by the red monster, now +quiet enough on the dangerous side of the road. Once their backs were towards +the machine the team quieted down quickly enough.</p> + +<p>“Let me help you down, miss,” said Phil, who never forgot his +manners, springing back towards the young couple climbing down to the +roadway.</p> + +<p>Danny, like many brothers, having scrambled down unaided, went to his +father’s aid, though aid was now unnecessary. Phil soon helped Nan down, the +weight of her plump young body convincing him that she must be several years +older than Dan.</p> + +<p>“I’m mightily obliged, sir,” she lisped, with an upward glance +at the boy as he landed her squarely on her feet, not bare like her brother’s +but clad in fairly dainty footwear. “I don’t know what we’d ’a’ +done but for you.”</p> + +<p>“Pshaw, that’s nothing! I’m sure glad we +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_151'></a>151</span>were on hand, +Miss—” He hesitated. “Is there anything more we can +do?”</p> + +<p>Nothing, apparently; but before starting the car again, Paul called +out:</p> + +<p>“Say, Mister! How far is it to the nearest town on this +road?”</p> + +<p>“Ten mile, I reckon. We live three miles beyond.”</p> + +<p>As the car started Phil waved a hand from the auto, whereat a white +handkerchief fluttered back an answering signal.</p> + +<p>Dave turned back to Way, saying:</p> + +<p>“Blame if I don’t believe you’ve made a regular mash on that +girl—hey, Paul?” Paul, now at the wheel, was too busy to +reply.</p> + +<p>“Wonder what they were doing so far from home with a load of +hay?” said Dave.</p> + +<p>“It’s past haying time now,” was Worth’s comment. “Must +be taking it off somewhere to sell. If so, that explains why the girl was +dressed so nicely.”</p> + +<p>“How about the man and boy?” asked Paul. “They looked like +real hayseeds.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_152'></a>152</span>“How’d you want ’em to look?” This from Dave. “When you’re selling hay you can’t load or unload in your Sunday go-to-meeting clothes.”</p> + +<p>“Well,” remarked Phil, “whoever and whatever they are, we +tried to be decent to them. I reckon they’re all right.”</p> + +<p>“Especially the girl, eh?” laughed Paul. “Oh, you Nan! +Wasn’t that her name, Phil? You ought to know.”</p> + +<p>Phil passed this by without reply, as he talked about other matters. Little +did any of them then think that they had not seen the last of those three whom +they had saved from possible accident and bodily danger by giving them the +safest side of the road.</p> + +<p>From then on for half an hour the car glided smoothly through a rich farming +section where the houses and barns looked prosperous and the numerous stacks of +grain and hay and the sleek herds of cattle betokened that the owners or tenants +were by no means on the wrong side of prosperity. Then the timbered tracts +increased, <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_153'></a>153</span>and a +series of low, rugged hillsides opened up until at a sudden bend they saw the +town whose smoke had been for some time indicative of this break in the hitherto +uninterrupted rural expanse of their morning’s ride.</p> + +<p>It was not a big town, being off the railroad lines, which were a mile or so +to one side, but it looked prosperous and was doubtless the center of the rural +trade activities for some miles around. It being now about the noon hour, the +car stopped before a modest hotel for a noonday lunch. There were two larger +hostelries on the main street, but from motives of prudent economy the boys +preferred the less expensive taverns.</p> + +<p>“Yes, we will have dinner ready in a few minutes,” remarked a +comfortable looking woman who seemed to be in charge of the tiny office. +“Make yourselves at home. Why, are you lads from Lannington?” This +after reading the register.</p> + +<p>“That is our home town, madam,” replied Phil. “Do you know +the place?”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_154'></a>154</span>“Well, +I should say I did!” The woman smiled. “I was raised there. Been off +here ever since I married.”</p> + +<p>“Lannington is where we live,” remarked Worth, after inscribing +his name on the register with a flourish. “We’re on a vacation trip, +ma’am.”</p> + +<p>“It might be that you knew our folks when you lived there,” was +Dave’s contributing remark, for he saw that she was reading their names and +smiling more broadly than before.</p> + +<p>“Why, yes, I do know some of them. I knew Dr. Way, and there was his +friend Lawyer Dilworth, and the MacLesters. I feel as if I knew you all right +now.”</p> + +<p>And she offered her plump hand, which was cordially shaken as the boys +explained more about their folks, then added:</p> + +<p>“My name now is Ewing. I’m known as the Widow Ewing round here. My +husband has been dead three years or so. Before that, in Lannington, I was a +McKnight. One of my brothers runs a garage there. Know him?”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_155'></a>155</span>“Well, +rather! Hey, Phil? We got this car mainly through his aid. McKnight & +Wilder—they’re some punkins when it comes to automobiles!”</p> + +<p>After this all was plain sailing for the boys. Mrs. Ewing insisted that they +should remain until the morrow.</p> + +<p>“Won’t cost you much. We’ll cut the regular bill in half, for +you’re home folks, aren’t you?”</p> + +<p>And it may be said that she had her way. The Big Six was put in the hotel +garage and the boys were made comfortable in two adjoining rooms; and in the +morning even Phil was astonished at the exceedingly small bill which they had to +pay. He could only thank the comely widow, who laughed it off with:</p> + +<p>“If you boys are simply on a vacation trip, you’re bound to spend +more than you think you will. I’d gladly keep you for nothing, but times are +hard and I have to make some charge.”</p> + +<p>Cautious inquiries by Phil resulted in learning that there had been, and +still might be further +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_156'></a>156</span>on an old inn of +the pre-railroad days. But it was off the main road, in the roughest, heaviest +wooded section, somewhere about eight or ten miles off to the east. That region, +it appeared, was poor, swampy, and so inferior to other land lying all about +that hardly anyone lived there, even though in the midst of a thickly settled +country.</p> + +<p>In the privacy of their rooms the four lads concluded that they would say +nothing directly referring to the railroad robbery or the hiding of supposed +treasure. They were so near the scene that any revival of that now old-time +tragedy might cause annoying inquisitiveness even if nothing more +resulted.</p> + +<p>After breakfast, while the boys were making a few purchases and taking on a +generous supply of gasoline, they learned from Mrs. Ewing that “Dan and +Nan, with their Daddy, old Pat Feeney,” had just gone by.</p> + +<p>“And who are they?” queried Phil carelessly, though with a shrewd +suspicion in his mind at the time.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_157'></a>157</span>“Oh, +he’s an Irishman and lives three or four miles from here on the edge of some +marshland where he pretends to farm. But I guess the most of his farming +consists in cutting the marsh-grass during the summer and selling it for hay to +those who don’t know what good hay really is.”</p> + +<p>“I guess we must have met him some ten or twelve miles back. We had +quite a time passing him, for it was where the road runs along a side hill, with +the bluff on one side and a steep embankment on the other. We stopped our car +for his team was scared and after some delay they passed. They seemed to +appreciate what we did, instead of rushing by and probably scaring the whole +outfit into the ditch. The girl was rather pretty.”</p> + +<p>“Ah, you boys!” The widow smiled shrewdly. “Always an eye +out for the girls! But don’t you allow yourselves to think that what a girl +looks, so she always is underneath the surface.”</p> + +<p>“Are you coming back this way?” the widow +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_158'></a>158</span>finally asked, +as the car was about to start. “If you don’t stop, I—I will feel +hurt. I’m homesick at times for the town where I was raised.”</p> + +<p>“Tell you what,” said Billy after the car had left the small but +busy town a mile or two in their rear, “Mrs. Ewing treated us bang up, but +she’s a keen one, after all. I’m glad we saw her. It will be something to +tell McKnight when we get home. Do you reckon those Feeneys are the ones we +passed?”</p> + +<p>“What if they are or if they ain’t?” demanded Paul. “We +won’t be likely to meet ’em again, will we?”</p> + +<p>“Oh, you shut up, Jonesy. There’s no one interested in ’em but +Phil, and the best way to define that is by a lesson in spelling.” Here +Billy made a comical face as he began: “N-a-n, Nan. That, translated into +plain lingo, means pretty girl—ouch! Quit, Phil!” For Phil, seated +in the tonneau with Worth, had administered a decided pinch.</p> + +<p>On sped the Big Six, easily showing what she +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_159'></a>159</span>could do along +an increasingly rough road that might once have been a much traveled highway but +now showed ample signs of the neglect of later years. The wooded tracts +increased, growing larger in area; the half cultivated fields evinced even more +of the neglect and shagginess that wait on lands wholly or in part abandoned by +man. Sundry denizens of the woods such as rabbits, squirrels, even a stray fox, +together with many birds, and upflying broods of quail, also indicated that +nature was gradually replacing human inactivity in her own way.</p> + +<p>“By the way,” remarked Worth, “didn’t that man with the +hay say he lived some three miles from that town we stopped in—what’s +the confounded name?”</p> + +<p>“Midlandville, stupid!” This from P. Jones, Esq., with a superior +air. “That was one of the first things I heard.”</p> + +<p>“Coster’s paper didn’t mention that burg, did it?” asked +Dave.</p> + +<p>“Reckon not. But on this envelope,” here Phil took out the +pencilled scrap, “there’s a +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_160'></a>160</span>dot with the +word ‘town’ beside it that I take to mean the same thing. Here runs +the railroad, going east and west. Look at this line running due southeast. +Somewhere along that line I figure there ought to be signs of the old tavern. I +guess we’ve left that town at least six or eight miles behind.”</p> + +<p>Where they were now much of the timber appeared to be second growth, and such +hemlocks as they saw were small.</p> + +<p>In a shaded spot to the right of the ill-kept highway they stopped at a small +rivulet for the noonday lunch. This was eaten rather silently. In fact, so +gloomy were their surroundings that after eating Phil Way proposed that they +should divide themselves, two in each party, and explore to the north and south +of the highway for a mile or so, making a detour into the forest as they +went.</p> + +<p>“I’m with you,” said Paul briskly. “I’m getting tired +of all this guessing. Let’s start from here, Phil, and take a half circle +northwest, then west, then south, crossing the highway. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_161'></a>161</span>After another +mile, we’ll turn east, then northeast, then north until we strike the road +again. Dave, you and Billy do the same thing, only turn northeast, east, then +south and so on so as to bring you back to the road not far from where we all +are now.”</p> + +<p>But before any comment could be made on this plan there came a sudden +interruption.</p> + +</div> + +<div> +<a id='chap12'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_163'></a>163</span><p style='text-align:center; display:block; margin-top: 64px;'>CHAPTER XII</p> + +<p style='text-align:center; display:block; margin-top:8px; margin-bottom: 32px;'>NAN AND THE JERSEY BULL</p> + +<p>There came a soft clatter of feet on the shaded greensward, and into view +came the flying form of a girl, barefooted, sunbonneted, with a cheap calico +gown showing a pair of graceful ankles, her touzled but abundant hair hardly +half held by the pins. A second glance assured the boys that they knew that +reddish coiffure, though now in disarray, and that supple form. It was +undoubtedly the girl of the hay wagon, her finery laid away, and now chastely +clad in the dangerously skimpy home attire, wherever that still mysterious home +of hers might be.</p> + +<p>Seeing the boys, their car, and the remains of the noonday meal, she paused, +hesitated, then burst forward, exclaiming:</p> + +<p>“Oh, oh! It’s you, is it?” She gave a +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_164'></a>164</span>frightened +glance behind her, and at the same time the boys thought they detected a low but +growing rumble indicative of a coming bellow. “I’m so glad—ah-h! +Listen at him!”</p> + +<p>“What is it, Miss Nan?” queried Phil, at once alert.</p> + +<p>“It’s Dad’s Jersey bull,” she said. “He’s got loose +somehow.”</p> + +<p>Just then the rumble rose into an unmistakable bellow, and a yellowish, +bovine form hove into sight from the timber, halted and stared wildly about. +First he saw the boys and the barefooted girl. Then, lashing his tail, he came +on at a galloping run, uttering angry snorts at every step.</p> + +<p>Realizing before the others that here might be actual danger, Phil again rose +to the emergency. He pulled out a flaming scarlet bandana handkerchief, which +Paul had more than once made fun of, and which Phil seldom was caught using. +Happening to have it with him now, Phil pointed at the Big Six standing near, +bright colored and easily attractive to a mad bull.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_165'></a>165</span>He darted +toward the oncoming Jersey, crying:</p> + +<p>“All of you get in the car—quick! I’ll draw the bull! When he +takes after me start her up! Then I’ll take a chance and jump in, if you’ll +swing round near me. Hump yourselves!”</p> + +<p>Dave at once saw what Phil was up to. He wanted to save the car from the +bull’s attack, for the animal was in a mood to attack anything bright enough, +gay enough. Before Phil had finished, Dave sprang into the driver’s seat, +while Paul and Billy, both assisting the girl, jumped into the tonneau. Dave +released the clutch and off they went, the bull missing the rear end by hardly a +yard.</p> + +<p>Daunted by the fierce snorts emitted by the car the bull halted, roaring. +Then his eye caught the flare of a brilliant red something that Phil was waving +to and fro under his inflamed nostrils. The sight of scarlet always went to his +bullish head, and now made him more mad. With another louder roar his bullship +turned furiously on this new tormentor.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_166'></a>166</span>For several +moments it was nip and tuck between the Jersey and his foe, who always was just +behind that flaring expanse of scarlet. Only a brief spell of such hairbreadth +maneuvering was sufficient to produce shortness of breath on Phil’s part, at +least.</p> + +<p>Would that car never wheel in his direction? Fearing exhaustion, but flirting +the bandana behind him, Phil made straight for the shady copse under which they +had dined. Then he vanished so quickly that Mr. Bull, scenting mystery, halted +and lashed his flanks with his tail. Dave saw the trick Phil was playing. His +car veered round the other side of the copse, whirling up to within ten feet of +where Phil stood panting, while the Jersey plunged round the far side. Paul +flung open the door of the tonneau.</p> + +<p>“In with you, Phil! Lively now!” came the command.</p> + +<p>Phil made the first leap, then the second. His face was red with exertion, +his legs wabbly under the strain they had been under, and at the third and final +plunge they threatened to +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_167'></a>167</span>give way under +him. With a half cry, half scream, Nan pushed herself through the door Paul was +holding wide open, as the car veered close under Dave’s dexterous hand.</p> + +<p>“Ketch my hand, mister!” she cried and managed to clutch Phil’s +fingers in a grip surprisingly strong for a girl. With his free hand Paul +clutched Phil’s other hand and the two managed to half drag, half pull Phil +inside, where he fell panting to the floor of the tonneau.</p> + +<p>Meantime Dave, far from idle, saw that Phil was making the connection. He +also saw that Mr. Bull was dangerously near making another kind of connection +with the near wheel’s guard with one of those sharp pointed horns.</p> + +<p>“Here we go!” he shouted, and the Big Six made a powerful spring +forward, beyond the reach of this four-footed terror that bawled, glared and +snorted in a now vain pursuit.</p> + +<p>Both Paul and Nan helped Phil up and, with a gasp or two he sank back on the +seat, still flourishing the kerchief.</p> + +<p>“Well, what d’you think of that!” cried Paul, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_168'></a>168</span>after assuring +himself that Phil was all right. “Did you ever see a madder +bull?”</p> + +<p>Meanwhile Dave, taking to the road again, soon placed distance and some +timber growth between themselves in the Big Six and the bull.</p> + +<p>“Well, Miss Nan,” said Phil, who had recovered, “that was +what you were scared at and I don’t wonder. Does he often do that +way?”</p> + +<p>“Not often.” The girl was trying to hide her feet, somehow +feeling that she was now where clothes assume greater importance than they do at +home on the farm. “I was out after blueberries. Sam—that’s what +we call him—had got out of the pasture, and when he saw me I think a bee +or something had stung him. Anyway, he blamed it on me. He took after me full +tilt and I had to run. I don’t know what I’d done but for you +all.”</p> + +<p>“I’m sure we were glad to be where we could help,” encouraged +Phil, “though I feel sure I don’t long for another such narrow escape. I +must thank you, too, Miss Nan, for helping Paul drag me aboard, for I was about +all in.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_169'></a>169</span>“Don’t you worry, Nan,” broke in Paul, who had been taking in the girl’s embarrassment. “I lived on a farm when I was smaller, and we didn’t bother much about how we dressed. I’m sure you look well, no matter what clothes you wear.”</p> + +<p>Nan blushed while Paul, feeling that he had done well, turned to Dave.</p> + +<p>“Where you going now, Mac?”</p> + +<p>“Just jogging along. But perhaps we better stop and find out what +we’re going to do next. What you think, Phil?”</p> + +<p>“Oh, there’s my berry pail!” said the girl, pointing at an +overturned tin bucket near the roadside. “If you will let me out I’ll be +going on.”</p> + +<p>“Do you live near? But of course you do, or you wouldn’t have run +across your bull. Could we take you home?” This from Phil.</p> + +<p>“I—I wouldn’t mind,” she rather hesitatingly said. +“But I must get the pail.” And out she jumped, running to the +overturned bucket, scooping up most of the berries that had +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_170'></a>170</span>been spilled, +then hurrying back, saying as she got in:</p> + +<p>“I wouldn’t bother you but there’s an old tumble-down house that +folks say has a ghost or something near here. It used to be a tavern ’way back +years ago. Somehow I always dread to go near it alone, and I always go round it +when I’m out after blueberries, but this road goes right near +it.”</p> + +<p>“Why, I don’t see any sign of a house round here,” remarked +Dave. “I’ve stuck to this old road because I supposed it would lead +somewhere.”</p> + +<p>“I know,” she returned. “The woods, so plentiful about +here, are thicker’n ever where the ruins be. We’re about two miles from my +house. It’s more open there; fields and so on. Sam must ’a’ strayed a good +bit.”</p> + +<p>“We’ll take you home, Nan,” quoth Paul, and Billy nodded in +assent. “But maybe you could tell us more about that house. When we get +close, you know.”</p> + +<p>Here Phil gave both the other boys a warning +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_171'></a>171</span>look as he +inquired if they must turn round in order to go where her home lay. Nan nodded, +pointing eastward as she replied:</p> + +<p>“Just follow the road the way I’m pointing now. I’ll tell you when +we get nearest to that old place. It’s about two miles to our house from +there.”</p> + +<p>Congratulating himself that they were so easily put in the way of finding +what they had come so far to see, Phil passed the signal round for the others to +keep still and let him do the talking.</p> + +<p>By this time Nan was much more at her ease with the boys. She told them of +the extent of the woods and how she lived on a small farm at one edge of the +great second-growth timber which was the predominating feature of this half +swampy section. Moreover Phil, too, noted that here and there were larger +hemlock trees, though none of very great size or ancient appearance.</p> + +<p>“Has anyone seen the ghost lately?” queried Phil. “Is it a +real ghost, or merely the echo of +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_172'></a>172</span>tales that have +been current around here for years?”</p> + +<p>“I’m sure I don’t know,” said Nan. “Once, not long ago, +father and I were riding by after dark. I’m sure I saw a kind of brightness in +the thick woods where we knew that old tavern was. It was brighter, yet somehow +pale; made me think of ghosts right away.”</p> + +<p>“What did your father think of it?”</p> + +<p>“He never said, but when I spoke of it he drove along faster; but all +he’d say was, ‘Shucks!’ I guess he don’t more’n half believe +in them ghosts nohow.”</p> + +<p>They laughed at this, but they noted that the timber grew thicker as the car +glided at slow speed along the little used road. Finally Nan began pointing in a +certain direction as the road curved, and a thicker growth of cedar, pine and +other evergreens began not far away.</p> + +<p>“It’s somewhere in there,” she said. “We’ll glimpse +some of the roof and walls presently.”</p> + +<p>Sure enough, as the car hummed along, through the thick foliage they glimpsed +weather <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_173'></a>173</span>beaten +walls and parts of a roof covered by roughly rived boards, with gaps here and +there, and all brown with age. It looked as if it might be eighty to a hundred +yards back from the mere wagon trail the road had now become.</p> + +<p>“Shall we stop and take a look?” asked MacLester, gradually +slowing up. “It’s bright, noonday sunshine and if there are any haants +about, I reckon now’s the time of day when they take a rest.”</p> + +<p>But as the car slowed down Nan’s alarm began to increase. Phil watched her +curiously. She did not look like a girl unduly afraid of ghosts, at midday +especially. Yet it was plain enough to see that she was vaguely uneasy. After +all, why stop now? They knew where the old tavern was and could begin their +investigations later. Besides, they did not want outside witnesses.</p> + +<p>“Better drive on, Davy,” said Phil. “We must take Miss Nan +home.”</p> + +<p>The girl’s relief was evident at once when Dave increased the speed. In +another minute +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_174'></a>174</span>or so the house +was no longer visible. Paul, looking back, said half to himself:</p> + +<p>“It’s a cinch, Phil! By Ned! I’m going to see more of it before +night, or bust a trace!”</p> + +<p>“Ugh!” shuddered Nan. “You can’t mean that you want to go +back there, do you?”</p> + +<p>“Why not? We’re strangers round here and when we find something +curious yet unknown, that scares off the folks that have lived by it for years, +it’s only natural to get our curiosity up to a point that we’ve just +<i>got</i> to do something.”</p> + +<p>The car sped on through the woods, then past open fields and soon they came +up to a rather battered farmhouse with sundry outbuildings near it and stacks of +hay which had been cut evidently from the neighboring marshes that jutted in and +out of the timbered lands. At the gate Nan sprang down, and at the same time out +came the farmer, followed by the same boy they had before seen on the +hay-load.</p> + +<p>Being invited inside, the boys entered the sitting-room, where two other men, +garbed more <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_175'></a>175</span>like +town dwellers, were seated. The farmer greeted the boys warmly, recalling to +them their kindly behavior along the side-hill road a day or so before. At the +same time the two men got up to leave, giving the farmer a modest price for +their dinners and remarking that they might be back again shortly.</p> + +<p>“Keep a bright lookout, Mr. Feeney. No knowing what you might run up +against,” one said and they were gone. After this the boys had a sociable +chat with Feeney, who pressed them to stay all night.</p> + +<p>“Shan’t cost you a cent, boys, for you were good to us when Jack and +Jill might have balked and dumped us over that bluff.”</p> + +<p>“Well, it is possible we may come back. But in the meantime we want to +have a look round at the timber.”</p> + +<p>“Int’rested in timber, are ye? How’d ye come to meet up with +Nan?”</p> + +<p>The incidents connected with the Jersey bull were briefly related, Nan +emphasizing how Phil had risked himself in her behalf and that they +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_176'></a>176</span>had kindly +brought her home. This too pleased Feeney, who insisted more than before that +they should stop with him while they were in the neighborhood.</p> + +<p>“This is, in the main, a thick settled country, lads,” said +Feeney. “But right about here for a few miles there’s hardly anybody but +us really livin’ here.”</p> + +<p>“It may be that we will take up your offer,” remarked Phil. +“But you must not let us stop here unless we pay you a fair price. If +those men come back you’ll hardly have room for more.”</p> + +<p>“Don’t worry about that. We’ll make room. Them men, I don’t know +what they be up to. They won’t be back from Midlandville for a day or two, I +guess.”</p> + +<p>With no definite promise to return the boys left, going along the road they +had come with Nan, and on the way Phil busied himself in studying the pencilled +map on the old envelope which had been given to Paul by Coster.</p> + +<p>There was a square in the center marked +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_177'></a>177</span>“Tavern,” doubtless the place the boys had seen that day through the thick timber growth. A straight line ran off in one direction to a point marked on the border of the map “south,” followed by the note: “From Tavern half a mile.” Close to this was a rude skeleton, with a black spot close by marked “treasure rock.” The skeleton of a tree had a huge split through the trunk, in which were the words “big split hemlock.”</p> + +<p>On the opposite edge of the map marked “north” was added +“to railroad, half-mile.” East and west through the center, +lengthwise of the envelope, ran an irregular line close by the tavern, which was +indicated by the word “highway.”</p> + +<p>The whole thing was simple and seemingly plain, and all they apparently had +to do was to take a due south course from this building shown as the ghost +tavern, for half a mile. Right near where they had paused when Nan was showing +glimpses of the old building, they turned the car into a grove of young +second-growth +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_178'></a>178</span>spruces and +halted. They were now hidden from view from the road, that was clear.</p> + +<p>“Can we leave this car here safely?” queried Billy +dubiously.</p> + +<p>“I doubt if it is safe,” replied Dave, naturally cautious where +the Big Six was concerned. “Billy, let’s you and me flip a nickel to see +who stays with the car. I ain’t anxious to go that half mile; I <i>am</i> +anxious to know the car’ll be here when we come back.”</p> + +<p>After some discussion there was a toss up and Dave won. Billy looked +vexed.</p> + +<p>“Aw, what’s the use of anyone staying?” he growled. “The +car’s safe enough.”</p> + +<p>“What is the use of running risks?” rebuked Phil. “After +what we went through back at Griffin we must take no more chances.”</p> + +<p>Worth resigned himself to the inevitable, but it was evident that he would +much rather have gone with the others.</p> + +<p>As the three boys disappeared Billy blinked a while, finally stretching out +in the tonneau, pulling over himself Paul’s big rug and—though he +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_179'></a>179</span>did not mean +to—he soon fell asleep. The woods were unusually quiet; no wind, much +shade, with a soothing buzz and hum of insects that was in itself conducive to +drowsiness.</p> + +<p>The other three, not deeming it necessary to actually visit the old tavern +just then, took the compass with which Paul had provided himself and struck out +due south.</p> + +<p>“How will we know when we have gone half a mile?” suddenly +questioned Paul. “It’s too thick with underbrush to pace off so many +yards. Say, how many yards in half a mile? Anyone know?”</p> + +<p>“Seventeen-sixty in a mile,” said Dave, drawing from his pocket +one of those circular shielded tape measures. “Figure it out for +yourselves.”</p> + +<p>“Eight hundred and eighty, you gander!” This from Paul, looking +after Phil, who had gone on ahead with the compass. “Gimme hold of one +end! How long is the thing, anyhow?”</p> + +<p>Stretched out, it seemed that the tape was ten +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_180'></a>180</span>yards long. With +Paul linking a finger in the ring and Dave holding the circular shield, the boys +began their march after Phil. Paul, breaking a twig when he came to a stopping +place, would forge on again with Dave carefully following, keeping the line taut +until Paul, stumbling, jerked the reel from Dave’s hand and thereby created +some confusion. Both had been keeping count of each ten yards, but there was a +difference of one length of the tape between.</p> + +<p>“Aw—why didn’t you hold to your end? I tell you my count is +right!”</p> + +<p>“No, it ain’t,” was MacLester’s reply. “What I know, I +<i>know!</i>”</p> + +<p>This difficulty finally adjusted, the pair resumed their march in Phil’s +wake, who had taken particular pains to leave a trail of broken branches so that +the rest could follow. Going thus, they diligently but slowly kept on until Dave +suddenly looked up, shouting:</p> + +<p>“Eighty-eight lengths! We’re there—eight +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_181'></a>181</span>hundred and +eighty yards. Hullo! What’s become of Phil?”</p> + +<p>No Phil was in sight.</p> + +</div> + +<div> +<a id='chap13'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_183'></a>183</span><p style='text-align:center; display:block; margin-top: 64px;'>CHAPTER XIII</p> + +<p style='text-align:center; display:block; margin-top:8px; margin-bottom: 32px;'>THE KIDNAPERS</p> + +<p>Phil, it appeared, was the only one to think out two reasons why there was +little necessity for being exact about measurements. Coster had drawn his rough +diagram on the envelope probably from memory. It was, according to Coster, +somewhere near a half mile from the tavern to the split hemlock. The main thing +was to keep the proper direction, if anything like strict obedience was due to +the pencilled chart. Therefore he took upon himself the sole task of going +south, and when he had convinced himself that he was somewhere in the +neighborhood of that half mile, he began to look about for the big split +hemlock.</p> + +<p>None could he then see. There were other hemlocks, but all of a younger, +second-growth variety. So he ranged to and fro, but no such +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_184'></a>184</span>tree could he +find. The undergrowth was not thick, yet it prevented clear vision of anything +more than a few yards away. He was about to give up, feeling a first sense of +coming despair, when he caught sight of a high bulge upward through the tops of +some clumps of bushes. He sprang on a nearby log and his pulse thrilled a bit +when he saw that what was in view was the rounded top of a big rock.</p> + +<p>Impetuously he leaped on through the bushes, but when nearly there he +stumbled and fell over a tree root. Following the fallen trunk he noted an +enormous split, extending from where the trunk divided halfway down towards the +upturned root.</p> + +<p>“By hokey! Can this be it?”</p> + +<p>Plunging through the thick bushes, he reached the place where the branches +spread out over the ground, first noticing that the withered leaves, like +needles, still sharp and pointed, were undoubtedly of the hemlock variety. +Moreover, the big rock which had first caught his attention seemed to be about +the proper distance from +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_185'></a>185</span>where the roots +showed the hemlock must have stood before the storm, or whatever caused it to +fall, had done its work.</p> + +<p>About this time he heard calls from his partners, for Phil was yet hidden +from them by intervening bushes. Moreover, he was some distance away, which +confirmed one of two facts. Either the two lads had measured or counted wrong in +their advance with the tapeline or, as Phil concluded, the distance was only +approximate. A prisoner, trusting largely to memory, Coster could not be exact, +unless by sheer accident.</p> + +<p>“Hullo! Here I am, boys! Come this way!”</p> + +<p>They came, Phil assisting their progress by calling out now and then. When +they arrived, no hemlock being in sight, the boys stared first at Phil seated on +the trunk of an upturned tree, then at the boulder close by.</p> + +<p>“How’d you get way out here?” demanded Paul.</p> + +<p>“Followed my nose! How would you +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_186'></a>186</span>think?” +Phil looked amused. “What’s that you got—a +tapeline?”</p> + +<p>“Yep,” replied Dave. “Wanted to be exact as +possible.”</p> + +<p>Phil laughed. Said he:</p> + +<p>“Do you reckon Coster was very exact when he drew that map—from +memory?”</p> + +<p>“Oh—stuff! I don’t see any big split hemlock.”</p> + +<p>“You’re looking at it, stupid! I’m sitting on the butt of it, and +right there is the rock, I think.”</p> + +<p>At first inclined to scoff, both lads now saw Phil’s side of it at once. +Dave looked about again.</p> + +<p>“It’s a thick place here,” he ventured. “You were lucky +to stumble on it this way, Phil.”</p> + +<p>“Didn’t stumble on it. I was particular about keeping my compass +right. When I got where I thought I might have gone half a mile or so I began to +look round a bit. I couldn’t see any big split hemlock, but I did manage to +find this big rock. After that it was easy to find +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_187'></a>187</span>the tree, even +though it had been blown down.”</p> + +<p>After some further talk it was agreed that the first step would be to return +to the car. Then they would decide upon what to do next.</p> + +<p>“I think we should visit that old tavern while we are here,” +remarked Paul. “No knowing what we might find there. If there’s an old +shovel or anything, we might come back and dig under that rock for a +starter.”</p> + +<p>Phil and Dave also had their theories as to what should next be in order, but +nothing conclusive was determined on. Meanwhile the three, threading the trail +Phil had first followed and which Dave and Paul had made more distinct, they +finally reached the clump of shade trees where they had left Billy on guard over +the Big Six.</p> + +<p>But in the place of the glistening car with Billy Worth still on guard there +was only a vacant place. No glimpse of either was anywhere to be seen.</p> + +<p>“Look here—on the ground,” exclaimed Paul, pointing here +and there. “Somebody +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_188'></a>188</span>else has been +here! Looks as if there had been a scuffle!”</p> + +<p>Where Paul was pointing there were signs of many footsteps, inextricably +intermingled, with sundry deep gouges in the loose soil as if those who made +them were in a struggle of some kind.</p> + +<p>“Look here, boys!” Dave was holding up a soiled handkerchief that +he had found underneath a jumble of twigs and leaves evidently kicked together +by those engaged in the scuffling, signs of which were more than plentiful. +“By jimminy! That’s Billy’s handkerchief or I’m blind!”</p> + +<p>Sure enough, it was Billy’s, for in one corner were his initials which the +boys had often seen on many of his belongings.</p> + +<p>Phil meanwhile had been taking a comprehensive survey of the whole scene. +Presently he noted that while the struggles had gone on mostly in one spot, +there were, at one side, clear markings of the car wheels as it was steered in a +semicircle towards the very road along which +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_189'></a>189</span>the boys had +traveled not more than an hour or so before.</p> + +<p>“Boys,” said he, “I hate to acknowledge it, but Billy must +have been surprised by somebody. Probably outnumbered, too. These tracks show +that Billy must have put up a good fight; but they were too many for him, +whoever they were. Come on! We’ve no time to lose!” And straightway he +began following the tracks through the straggly undergrowth until he reached the +road.</p> + +<p>The others, catching the significance of Phil’s suspicions, plodded after, +taking in as they went where the car, avoiding the more open spaces, had plunged +through the thicker growth. Evidently those on board were bent on gaining the +road by the nearest route, and at a point somewhat beyond where the car had +turned off when the boys first reached that place.</p> + +<p>To the right was the old tavern, and at one spot the car had stopped where +there were signs that a path had been crushed out in traveling through the brush +towards the tavern.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_190'></a>190</span>“Look +here,” said Phil. “What does this mean?”</p> + +<p>The signs were plain that something or someone had been half dragged or +carried along towards the old Ghost Tavern.</p> + +<p>“What had we better do?” exclaimed Dave. “Follow the car or +take a look into that old ramshackle building?”</p> + +<p>“Gee! Why, Billy may have been carried there—hark!”</p> + +<p>At this from Paul all listened intently. There were certainly queer sounds to +be heard somewhere ahead. Phil dashed boldly forward, calling:</p> + +<p>“Dave, you go back and see which way that car went! Then come back to +Paul and me. Get a hustle on now!”</p> + +<p>Paul, dashing on after Phil, heard Dave grunt a dubious acquiescence as he +turned back towards the road. They could trust Dave. He was often doubtful, even +dubious, but he had sharp eyes and good judgment in the main.</p> + +<p>A minute or so later Phil, followed closely by +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_191'></a>191</span>Jones, reached a +more open space, though overgrown with straggly weeds and grass.</p> + +<p>“This must be the yard of the old inn,” remarked Phil. +“Look, Paul!”</p> + +<p>He was pointing where the woods trail on entering the yard showed distinct +signs where some hard objects had been half dragged. It was as if boot-heels had +dented the soft places in a steady imprint.</p> + +<p>Just then came sounds from inside the house that might have been grunts or +groans of pain. Without a halt Phil dashed over the porch, where heavier weights +had partially crushed the rotten flooring. Avoiding these places, the two +boys—Phil still in the lead—entered a short hallway, where was a +doorless opening that led into what once had doubtless been the tavern +office.</p> + +<p>On the floor of the porch and hallway were fresh tracks, with the trail of +shoe or boot-heels dragging along. The office room looked dark inside, though a +couple of sashless windows let in some light which was, however, little more +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_192'></a>192</span>than shadowy +gloom from the overhanging branches of the trees without. While they stared, +listening, something stirred and scraped the dusty floor in a far corner, where +a short counter toppled outward as if in danger of falling over.</p> + +<p>“What’s that?” echoed Phil. “Is it anybody?”</p> + +<p>Muffled, jerky noises issued from the recess under the half tumbling counter. +With an exclamation Paul darted forward, reached under the counter and felt an +object that at once electrified the boy.</p> + +<p>“Let’s pull it out, Phil!” he urged. “It may +be—”</p> + +<p>Aided by Phil, Paul dragged forth a bound form, tied hand and foot with +improvised shreds of cloth, the mouth tightly gagged with a couple of +kerchiefs—in a word, Billy!</p> + +<p>“Why, Billy, you poor boy!” exclaimed Phil, whipping out his +knife and in another minute releasing the cords that bound him and cutting loose +the cruel gag that had been so tightly +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_193'></a>193</span>forced into the +lad’s mouth that the corners of his lips were bleeding.</p> + +<p>They bore him out of the porch to a grassy place, where with a sudden wriggle +Billy sat upright, twisted his neck about, gulped a time or two, then stared at +his comrades as if astonished.</p> + +<p>“D-didn’t you hear me holler?” he asked. “But of course +you didn’t. Before I was half awake they had me down out of that car trying to +gag and bind me.”</p> + +<p>“Who, Billy? Just what do you mean?”</p> + +<p>“I mean those two chaps that caught me fast asleep under Paul’s rug +on the back seat, taking forty winks when I ought to have kept wide +awake.”</p> + +<p>“Two men?” Instantly Phil’s thoughts ran back to the two +strangers they had seen at Feeney’s who seemed so anxious to get away as soon +as the boys arrived with Nan.</p> + +<p>“Would you know them if you saw them? Were they the two strangers we +saw at Feeney’s? Think hard, Billy!”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_194'></a>194</span>“Confound ’em—they had on handkerchiefs that covered their faces, so I could hardly tell. I didn’t get more’n a glimpse or two along at first. Then they pulled something over my head after gagging me so tight it hurt. My mouth is sore now.” Billy dubiously fingered the corners of his mouth. “One thing I’m sure of. One of the men we saw at Feeney’s had on a visored gray cap and gray clothes. The other wore something darker. I feel sure the gray-clad man was one of ’em. Of course I never got half a glimpse of their faces.”</p> + +<p>“Recognize these handkerchiefs?” asked Phil, showing the ones +used in binding and gagging. “Two of ’em are bandanas: the others of a +soiled, nondescript variety that might have belonged to tramps of any +sort.”</p> + +<p>By this time Billy was more himself, being pretty well recovered from his +recent manhandling. He was the first to think again of the Big Six.</p> + +<p>“I’m all right now, fellows. Let’s see what went with the car. They +stopped with me some +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_195'></a>195</span>distance from +this old rookery. Gosh! If it wasn’t for the car, I’d like to take a look +around!”</p> + +<p>But, like Worth, whom they were most glad to have with them again, all hated +to feel that the pride of their hearts, their new car, was gone. But +where?</p> + +<p>At this juncture they were joined by MacLester, who after greeting Billy very +effusively for one who had seen him just two hours before, turned to the others, +interrupting Worth’s brief recital of what had happened to him.</p> + +<p>“Boys,” Dave began, “I followed those tracks about thirty +yards or so; then they turned towards the railroad; right through the woods, +too. Rough going for a car like ours. I bet she’s all scratched up by now, if +nothing worse happens to her.”</p> + +<p>“Did you go any further, Dave?” This from Paul eagerly.</p> + +<p>“Why, yes! Presently the car struck another old trail that led towards +the road, and I picked up this.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_196'></a>196</span>Mac held out +the visored cap Worth had mentioned to Paul and Phil. At sight of it Billy +grabbed it and turned it over in his hands as he said:</p> + +<p>“That’s the one the chap in gray wore, I’m sure.”</p> + +<p>“Must ’a’ got knocked off going through the woods,” said +Dave. “I think they were in a hurry or they’d never have plunged along +the way they did over such rough places.”</p> + +<p>“Well, if we’re through here, let’s get on.” Thus spoke Phil, +ever mindful of the lost car. “I took a look into a back room of the old +tavern, and I saw a queer outfit—looked as if they’d been camping and +working there. Saw tools, and what looked like a sort of forge or fireplace. But +we’ve no time now for anything but to look after the car. Come +on!”</p> + +<p>Rapidly now the four lads pushed through the woods along the old road, then +into the woods again along the open trail that led recklessly over rocks, +through thick undergrowth and over fallen saplings, with here and there uneven +rifts <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_197'></a>197</span>and rises, +showing that nothing but superior motor power could have propelled the machine +thus far.</p> + +<p>“Bust their dirty hides!” said Paul wrathfully. “Those two +ain’t fit to drive cattle to water! Hello! What’s that?”</p> + +<p>Jones, being in the lead, was pointing at a tumbled mass of their own outfit +that had been dumped overboard during a rapid downward course, the end of which +was not in sight owing to the thicker screen of bushes beyond, which the +partially denuded car somehow had crashed through.</p> + +<p>Paul and Billy paused to gather up the suitcases, bags of bedding, and the +wicker hamper containing their present supply of food, while Dave and Phil +hurried ahead, their route roughly descending now until, reaching the thick +screen where the car had crashed through, they came unexpectedly to a low +embankment. At the bottom was the dry bed of a small brooklet, with a further +shore that sloped gradually up into second-growth timber again.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_198'></a>198</span>But this was +not all. Right below the two boys was the Big Six; not upright, but lying on its +side, two wheels in the air, yet apparently uninjured. Uttering a shout of joy +at sight of the beloved car, Dave jumped down the declivity, the irregular +projections of which had doubtless caused the Six to turn over under the +reckless driving it had been subjected to ever since it had been seized.</p> + +</div> + +<div> +<a id='chap14'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_199'></a>199</span><p style='text-align:center; display:block; margin-top: 64px;'>CHAPTER XIV</p> + +<p style='text-align:center; display:block; margin-top:8px; margin-bottom: 32px;'>UNDER THE CAR</p> + +<p>Reassured as to the fate of the car, Phil was about to turn back to where +Paul and Billy were still picking up the things, when Dave’s voice was +heard:</p> + +<p>“Oh, Phil! Here’s trouble! Come on down +here—quick!”</p> + +<p>Shouting back to the two lads behind that the car was found, Phil jumped down +and ran round to where Dave was staring at something on the ground. Meantime +catching the meaning of Phil’s words, Paul and Billy hurried forward with the +loads they already had.</p> + +<p>“Geemineddy!” This was of course by Paul, always emphatic and +exclamatory. “If I ever get my hands on that old Six again, I bet she +don’t go out of my reckoning soon!”</p> + +<p>“I know just how you feel, Paul. I was to +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_200'></a>200</span>blame, +but—oh, don’t I wish we had the chaps that did it!”</p> + +<p>The two, their hands filled with sundry belongings, were hastening after Phil +who had vanished from their view. Down the slope, over the jagged embankment +they hurried, giving a yell as they saw the Big Six upturned, but apparently +safe. The tops of Dave’s and Phil’s heads bobbed up and down on the further +side of the car.</p> + +<p>Reaching the spot, what was their surprise to see the body of a man lying +prone on the ground, his legs and part of his body fairly under the car. Billy, +after one look, gave a gasp of amazement. The man was bareheaded, his face half +turned under and pressed against the ground.</p> + +<p>“Here, boys,” began Phil. “Drop everything and let’s turn +the car off his body!”</p> + +<p>By the united efforts of all the Big Six was lifted at the forward end so +that the weight of the car no longer rested on the dead or insensible +man.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_201'></a>201</span>“Boys,” said Billy, “that’s the man in gray who wore the visored cap we found back yonder. I’ll swear to that. Is he dead?”</p> + +<p>Phil and Dave, stooping closely, examined the man, and in so doing turned his +head to one side. There, near the temple, was a purplish blot, from which a few +drops of blood were trickling. At the same time certain movements, not unlike +muscular tremors, were evident in body and limbs.</p> + +<p>“Why, he’s alive!” said Paul. “Let’s get him more +comfortably placed.”</p> + +<p>While this was being done Worth picked up a tin cup, ran to a rocky puddle in +the dried brooklet where some water was left, and returning with the filled cup +bathed the fellow’s face and head, very gently now that they knew life was not +extinct.</p> + +<p>This, aided by the more comfortable position in which he had been placed, had +such effect that the man’s eyes soon opened. He groaned as he breathed, while +with one hand he attempted to feel his head near what was now seen to be a +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_202'></a>202</span>bullet wound. +Paul, wiping his head, felt a protuberance under his hair, and directly +thereafter drew forth a small pointed bullet, such as is much used with pocket +pistols of the Smith & Wesson type.</p> + +<p>“Well, well!” exclaimed that lively youth. “If here ain’t +a regular twenty-two pistol ball. It must have glanced along under the skin near +the temple and come out again. Who could have done it?”</p> + +<p>When the man felt Paul’s hand extracting the ball from his mass of touzled +hair, he clutched at the place, saying:</p> + +<p>“I always—told—Dippy—that gun—was +no—good—” A scuffling sigh, and the fellow was again in a +swoon.</p> + +<p>What had they better do now? Here was their car, all right except for some +scars and bruises incurred during the last flight after Billy was captured and +stowed away in the old tavern. Where was the other man? As usual in such stress, +Phil again took command of the situation.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_203'></a>203</span>“This +man’s not dead. He may recover. He’s either been shot by someone or he’s +shot himself, which isn’t likely.”</p> + +<p>Here the man struggled into a half sitting position, as he murmured:</p> + +<p>“Didn’t sh-shoot myself! Dippy shot—me! Dippy +always—poor—shot—”</p> + +<p>Then with a groan he fell back again into a state of coma. Phil, looking +hastily over the car, now said:</p> + +<p>“Help right the car, boys.”</p> + +<p>This was accomplished almost as soon as said, by simply easing the upper side +down so that the Six again stood on “all-fours,” as Paul expressed +it. It stood squarely across the brook-bed, headed towards the railroad which +here was not more than an eighth of a mile distant.</p> + +<p>“Now, Paul,” resumed Phil, “you hike across through the +brush to the railroad, if necessary. It may be the real highway lays over there +somewhere. Pick out the easiest way to get our car there. We can hardly go back +the way we came, can we?” The others shook their heads at this. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_204'></a>204</span>“When +you’re through, come back. Mebbe we’ll meet you on the way.”</p> + +<p>Without a word Paul vanished in the thick undergrowth beyond the brooklet. +Meanwhile Dave was examining the car, which he pronounced uninjured by the rough +usage to which it had been subjected with the exception of sundry scars and a +slight twist in one of the minor connecting rods, easy to readjust. Both he and +Phil were kept busy restoring the things that had been dumped out by the fleeing +couple during the last stages of that hurried flight to—where? Probably +where they thought the nearest open road would be; or perhaps it was the +railroad and the nearest station they sought.</p> + +<p>When Paul came back, he said that they were only a short distance to the new +highway and the railroad. The guide book told them that they were within a very +few miles of a small station east, while Midlandville, the nearest town west, +was not more than two hours away, with a good road.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_205'></a>205</span>“Better +put that chap in the tonneau, hadn’t we?” suggested Worth.</p> + +<p>“Aw, where’ll we take him?” This from Dave who now was in the +driver’s seat.</p> + +<p>“Looks like we had enough trouble long of him and his mate as it +is.”</p> + +<p>“Put him in back, of course,” corrected Phil. “If these two +are in bad about something, it is our duty to keep track of this one, for the +present at least. Who knows? He may give us a pointer yet as to what they were +up to.”</p> + +<p>So the wounded man, despite his querulous complaints, was put in the tonneau +with Billy and Paul to assist him and do whatever was necessary to make him as +comfortable as conditions would permit.</p> + +<p>Then the Big Six was started. As has been stated, the incline being gradual, +the big car, carefully steered, had less trouble in making the remainder of the +trip to the new highway than the boys anticipated. True, with the injured man +and the equipment of the lads the car +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_206'></a>206</span>was rather +crowded, but the motor did its duty, the purring sounds being as even as could +be wished. Paul, on his return, had broken down a sort of trail which it was not +difficult to follow.</p> + +<p>Arrived at the roadway it had been already determined that, as the day was +already well spent, they would return to Feeney’s for the night, then make for +Midlandville in the morning.</p> + +<p>“Won’t old Feeney open his eyes when we tell him what those two +strangers were up to to-day?” remarked Paul who, tired of fanning the +wounded man, had managed to exchange with Dave.</p> + +<p>Not far from where they turned into the highway, it veered southward, leaving +the railroad to the right, and a mile further crossed the old road along which +the boys had motored that morning on their way to the old tavern.</p> + +<p>To say that they were cordially received by Mr. Feeney would be only the +truth. At sight of the bareheaded man in gray, his visored cap +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_207'></a>207</span>somewhere among +the things in the car, Pat eyed him perplexedly, saying:</p> + +<p>“Holy Moses! Little did I think to see the likes of you back +again!”</p> + +<p>The wounded man opened his eyes slowly and blinked the lids when he saw they +were carrying him to the house from the car.</p> + +<p>“Dippy done it—yes—Dippy—he done it.” Then +he fainted away again.</p> + +<p>After the wounded man was placed on a cot in a small shed room attached to +Feeney’s not very commodious house, Pat took Phil and Worth aside, while Dave +and Paul remained with the stranger. It was felt intuitively that the man should +be closely watched. Why none of them knew exactly, except that their methods +with Billy and the taking of the car indicated that something was wrong, +somewhere. What it might be, of course none of them as yet had any distinct +idea. Feeney scratched his head meditatively, as he said to Phil:</p> + +<p>“Them two fellers come here about night, afore you boys appeared. They +wanted to stay +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_208'></a>208</span>all night and +after breakfast they had my wife put up some grub; quite a lot of it. But when +you came in, all at once they took a notion to leave, sudden-like. After they +was gone my woman found the stuff we’d packed up, which they seemed to have +forgotten. That’s all we seen of ’em until you came in here with that one in +the fix he’s in now.”</p> + +<p>“It all does look mysterious,” remarked Phil. “From a hasty +look we took in the old tavern we saw what looked like a forge and some tools. I +thought I glimpsed some dies but I might have been mistaken.”</p> + +<p>“Wait a minute,” broke in Pat, going to the door of the kitchen. +“Ma,” he called out, “any sign of Nan and Dan +yet?”</p> + +<p>A broad-bosomed, red-faced woman appeared for a minute at the open doorway, +as she replied:</p> + +<p>“No, Pat, I ain’t seen nothin’. I went to the bend of the road, +too. It’s time they was here onless something’s bothered them.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_209'></a>209</span>Coming back +to the two boys, Feeney explained:</p> + +<p>“Last night, ruther late, Bill Spivee, our nearest neighbor to the +west, came over. He’s got a telephone and he says that the Midlandville +op’rator asked him if any strangers had been round lately. Bill told ’em he +hadn’t seen any, but that two fellers had stopped here, for I’d told him +that when we met up after puttin’ up some marsh hay yon way,” jerking a +thumb southward. “We often puts up wild grass together.</p> + +<p>“Well, later they ’phones ag’in. Asks Bill to see me right away and +find out all he could ’bout them strangers. If it was what they thought, them +fellers was wanted right away.”</p> + +<p>Feeney pointed towards the shed-room, as he continued: “We mustn’t +let go of that chap, whatever happens, until we knows more.”</p> + +<p>“I should say not,” put in Worth, who quickly related what these +strangers had done to him. Then Phil briefly described the subsequent +proceedings, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_210'></a>210</span>including their +finding the man senseless under the overturned car, and with the pistol wound, +finally showing the bullet that had been found in his hair, which had glanced +from the skull, as we have described. Feeney looked at the bullet.</p> + +<p>“Smith & Wesson pistol sure!” He thought a moment. “I +think I saw that pistol when the man that is missing changed some of his things, +as I was passing their door. After thinking it all over, I sent Dan and Nan on +horseback, soon after you all left, but I didn’t say nothing, for I didn’t +really know nothing. We needed more coffee, and that was a good excuse. But I +told the kids to be sure and see the operator of the telephone booth and try to +find out what was the matter. I reckon we’ll know if they ever get +back.”</p> + +<p>Mrs. Feeney now appeared in the doorway and excitedly pointed +westward.</p> + +<p>“Nan and Dan’s a-comin’. I can see ’em out at the kitchen back +door. There’s nobody with ’em as I can see.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_211'></a>211</span>Just then +Paul came in to say:</p> + +<p>“That chap’s come to again. Looks like he’s worrying some. What +ought Dave and I to do? He seems to want Dippy, as he calls that mate of +his.”</p> + +<p>Phil accompanied Paul back, while Worth remained with Pat to wait for the +arrival of the girl and boy. Their horses seemed tired, and stood with drooping +heads while they dismounted, delivered the coffee to their mother and glanced +shyly at Billy as the father explained briefly what had happened.</p> + +<p>The children brought news that as soon as a telegram could reach +Midlandville, two officers would start at once for Feeney’s place. Might get +there some time in the night.</p> + +<p>“Well, here’s a pretty to-do!” exclaimed Mrs. Feeney. +“How am I goin’ to feed so many strangers? You know, Pat, we’re pretty +near out of flour.”</p> + +<p>“Shucks, mother! We got plenty of meal and hog meat, and there’s +vegetables. We’ll not starve. Besides,” here he whispered in +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_212'></a>212</span>Mrs. Feeney’s +ear, “you’ll get some money from ’em, eh? I knows +you—”</p> + +<p>“Pat, you know you’re not going to charge them four boys, if they +stay a week. I’ve heard ye say so.”</p> + +<p>“Now, Mrs. Feeney,” put in Billy, “don’t you worry! We +boys are not going to cost you a dollar more than we’ll pay back. We like you +folks.” Here Billy winked boldly at Nan who laughed as she slightly +blushed. “Anything will do us.”</p> + +<p>“You sure are good boys,” nodded Mrs. Feeney. “You were +nice to my folks on the way from the hay market. Pat and me are glad to have ye. +But these others—real strangers, that might be different.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, Billy,” called Paul from the shed doorway, “please +come here!”</p> + +<p>Thus summoned, the two at once followed Paul into where the sick man was +picking at his wounded head and moaning:</p> + +<p>“Dippy—done—it. What’d you do it for, Dippy?” A +series of feeble coughings ensued, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_213'></a>213</span>and the man +again seemed to swoon away.</p> + +<p>“That’s the way he keeps going on,” remarked Worth, regarding +Phil attentively. “Reckon he ought to have a—a +doctor?”</p> + +<p>After another short consultation Dan, who meanwhile had eaten and felt +refreshed and rested, set out on another horse for the nearest physician.</p> + +<p>“Tell Doc the whole story, Dan,” urged the father. “If we +get any sense outen him, mebbe it will help undo this mystery that surrounds the +whole business. Tell him I won’t pay his bill, but the county probably will. +Thurfore he can stick it up to a pretty stiff figure.”</p> + +<p>Meanwhile Phil had been conferring with his three chums apart.</p> + +<p>“I’ve made up my mind that some of us ought to visit that old tavern +again. There’s something up down there or I’m a fool in judging by +appearances. How do we know that this Dippy, as that chap calls his mate, may +not slip in, having, as he may think, killed his partner, and destroy what I saw +when we went in after +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_214'></a>214</span>Billy? We’ve +got time now. We can take the car—Worth and me.”</p> + +<p>“That sounds bully,” exclaimed Worth. “I’m with you. They +kidnaped me; I want to get even.”</p> + +<p>The only trouble now was that both Dave and Paul wanted to be +“on,” in this adventure; but they yielded when Phil made it plain +that part of them must remain at Feeney’s to make sure that the one they had +captured was in safe keeping. They all felt that if anything serious were in all +this, it was incumbent on all of them to be where things would go +smoothly.</p> + +<p>“Well then,” remarked Phil in low tones, “when Billy and I +are gone, it falls on you, (meaning Dave and Paul) to help Feeney when anything +happens.”</p> + +<p>Just then the wounded man suddenly sat up in bed, clapped a hand upon his +forehead and began to mumble to himself.</p> + +<p>“No—good—” he began. +“Metal—dies—all there. Then—Dippy—tries to +kill—me—”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_215'></a>215</span>“Who +are you anyway?” suddenly demanded Phil, spurred by a sudden hope that in +his delirium the wounded man might let out something as his now disordered brain +appeared to connect the present with what he remembered of the past.</p> + +<p>“Me?” The man stared vacantly past Phil at the wall. +“I—I’m Jimmy—Horr. I’m—I’m—” His +voice trailed off into a mumble.</p> + +<p>Phil bent forward close as he demanded:</p> + +<p>“If you are Jimmy Horr, who is Dippy? You’ve been calling him often +enough. We want to find him.”</p> + +<p>“D-Dippy—he—he’s my partner. He’s—he’s Dippy +Quinn—he—” Again he stared, straight now at Phil. +“Wh—who be you?”</p> + +<p>Still staring, he fell back, trembling as if in pain, muttering:</p> + +<p>“My head—my—he—head!” Then his eyes closed +and he was off in another apparent swoon.</p> + +<p>“Come on, Billy,” said Phil. “Let us be off! Are the things +out of the car?”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_216'></a>216</span>“Most +of them,” replied Dave. “I put ’em in the porch. Don’t be gone +longer than you can help.”</p> + +<p>In they jumped, Phil at the wheel, and the car purred softly down the old +woods road towards the Ghost Tavern. Whether either of them knew their departure +was observed by the Feeneys was not important, and gave them no concern. Both +now felt that no time should be lost in finding out if the partner of Horr was +yet in that vicinity. Despite the improbability, Phil could not help feeling +that if those two had been doing wrong in the old inn, it might be that the +survivor, as he probably deemed himself, might wish to pay a final visit there +before taking his stealthy departure.</p> + +<p>In fact, so mysterious was the whole series of adventures which the boys had +gone through that almost anything might happen. In due time the Big Six drew up +near the old tavern, and the boys cunningly hid the car behind a screen of +shrubbery, where it would hardly be seen if any one should pass by. Still Phil, +in <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_217'></a>217</span>view of what +had happened to the car, made a suggestion.</p> + +<p>“You stay here, Billy; at least until I call you or you see something +is happening. If I find anyone or anything that’s dangerous, I’ll let you +know.”</p> + +<p>“Will you—sure?” queried Worth anxiously.</p> + +<p>Before Phil, now out of the car and heading for the porch could answer, there +came the muffled sound of something inside the inn being moved. At the sound +Billy seized a heavy walking stick from the driver’s seat, which no one ever +used, but which was carried simply because it might some time come handy. Giving +this to Phil, he himself took a short thick rubber tube used at times when +gasoline was transferred from a tank to the machine reservoir.</p> + +<p>“I’m going with you, Phil,” he whispered. “No use to say +no!”</p> + +</div> + +<div> +<a id='chap15'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_219'></a>219</span><p style='text-align:center; display:block; margin-top: 64px;'>CHAPTER XV</p> + +<p style='text-align:center; display:block; margin-top:8px; margin-bottom: 32px;'>AT THE OLD TAVERN</p> + +<p>Phil offered no objection, but took the walking stick and at once entered the +porch, making as little noise as possible. Billy came close behind, feeling the +rubber tube to make sure that it could stun, if not kill, when handled with due +precision and force.</p> + +<p>As has been stated before, portions of the porch floor had been previously +broken in, where the elements had too heavily tested the wood. Phil finally +passed into the office without making any noise but Billy was not so lucky. +Despite his care, he misjudged where he trod when he was near the doorway, when +there was an ominous crackling sound under his last footstep.</p> + +<p>“Cr-r-r-r—a-c-c-k!” Down went his leg, clear above his +knee. In the effort to rise, down went the other leg with a similar crunching +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_220'></a>220</span>crumble, and +there was Billy submerged, so to speak, to the waist. Nor did it stop there, for +under the porch was a cellar that extended pretty well under the fore part of +the ancient building.</p> + +<p>For half a moment Billy’s form remained waist deep under the porch, when +from below there came another crackling, crunching sound, and Billy began to +descend at first slowly, as the rafters over the cellar began to collapse. Then +down he went amid a cloud of dust from the rotting woodwork, as with a feverish +exclamation he vanished from sight. Just at this instant Phil wheeled, startled +by the noise Worth was making and started to whisper a cautionary +“Silence!”</p> + +<p>At this juncture Billy vanished from sight, though Phil heard him, as he +struck the earth of the partially filled cellar, give voice as follows:</p> + +<p>“Hullo, Phil! I’m gone!” And that was all Phil then heard from +Billy.</p> + +<p>Just then there came a scuffling noise from +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_221'></a>221</span>the interior, +where a door, partially open, led from the old office to the rear room. Knowing +that someone must be inside, for the noise was not from where Billy had gone +down, Phil grasped his cane harder and dashed through the open door into the +back room where he had before seen the forge and the tools, which he had not +been able to understand at the time.</p> + +<p>Right in front of him was another open door, beyond the hastily constructed +forge; and down what seemed to be a cellar stairway he could see the head and +shoulders of a man. The stranger was struggling upward, impeded by some burden +he was carrying with difficulty.</p> + +<p>It was difficult in the half light that filtered through the overhanging +shade trees without to distinguish anything distinctly. All Phil could see was +that the man wore a slouch hat, combed with cobwebs from the cellar region +below. All at once came the conviction to the lad:</p> + +<p>“This must be Dippy, whom the other was calling for so +often.”</p> + +<p>With this came Phil’s resolve to boldly move +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_222'></a>222</span>up and prevent +this mysterious fellow’s escape. He dashed forward, calling out:</p> + +<p>“Halt, you! Give an account of yourself! I—”</p> + +<p>Here the stranger, dropping the bundle he was carrying, attempted to spring +up the last two steps, at the same time reaching behind and pulling forth +something small that glittered in the semi-twilight. What could it be—a +pistol? At the mere thought, Phil leaped nearer, struck at the glittering toy, +while the descending blow knocked the fellow’s hat off and, partially stunning +him, sent him back down the gloomy stairway. The lower end of this was shrouded +in deeper gloom, though some light from a cellar window shed a little pale glow +from the outside daylight.</p> + +<p>Following closely, Phil began to stumble down the stairway, when he heard +another’s unmistakable advance below. For Billy, still armed with the rubber +tube, had heard the mix-up going on above, together with Phil’s loud tones and +the succeeding fracas; and he saw dimly the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_223'></a>223</span>tumbling of some +bulky weight, followed by the heavier fall of a man’s body.</p> + +<p>“Great goodness!” thought Worth. “Can that be +Phil?”</p> + +<p>With the thought he scrambled forward over heaps of loose earth to the firmer +floor of the main part of the cellar, until he stood over a figure trying to +rise. At the same time down stumbled his comrade, saying:</p> + +<p>“I’ll get you yet—mind that!”</p> + +<p>Satisfied now that it was not Phil at his feet, Billy brought down his heavy +rubber tube over the man’s head, who sank back uttering a groan of pain. At +the same time Phil, reaching the bottom of the stairway, saw something twinkle +in the dirt at his feet. He picked it up.</p> + +<p>“Here is the pistol he was trying to shoot me with, Billy. Don’t let +him up while I feel for some cord I brought along.”</p> + +<p>Billy, standing astride the prostrate man, took the pistol, a small affair. +As the stranger groaned and moved Billy gave him another sharp tap with the +tubing that seemed to settle +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_224'></a>224</span>his hash, as the +boys later expressed it.</p> + +<p>Fingering the weapon, Billy found that it was loaded, all except one chamber. +He looked up, saying:</p> + +<p>“I bet a nickel against a cent that this is the same pistol that +shot—what’s his name?—Horr.”</p> + +<p>Meantime Phil, having produced several cords that he had taken from the tool +box of the Six, proceeded to bind the stranger’s wrists together behind his +back as he lay half stunned by Billy’s attack. While so doing, he stumbled +against a heavy object that proved to be a cheap suitcase, filled by something +that rattled metallically as it was moved. Having tied the man’s wrists, they +half carried him up the stairway, through the back room and into the old office. +Here Billy stood guard armed with the tube and the pistol. This last they +discovered was enough like the one Billy had at home to be its mate. Also one +chamber being empty, Phil at once felt sure—with Worth—that they +now held the very weapon that had been fired at +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_225'></a>225</span>Horr, the +supposed comrade of the man now recovering his senses at their feet.</p> + +<p>“Watch him close, Billy,” cautioned Phil, “while I go below +and get that suitcase, and look around a little before we go back to +Feeney’s.”</p> + +<p>“Don’t be uneasy, Phil. I’ll watch him all right. Ain’t I just +getting even for the way those two did me when they ran away with our +car?”</p> + +<p>While Phil was gone below the stranger, recovering his senses, and seeing +only a boy standing over him, looked up with cunning, yet imploring eyes.</p> + +<p>“Say, kid,” he weakly began, “that was a bad blow you hit +me. My head’s about to bust. You’ve tied my arms too tight. Please loose me. +I won’t do anything.”</p> + +<p>“No, you won’t! Not while I’m in sight! Remember how you and your +pal, who’s been calling on you constantly, did for me when you caught me fast +asleep? Not much will you get away! Just bank on that, will you?”</p> + +<p>“I mean all right, boy. ’Deed I do! Just +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_226'></a>226</span>came back here +for a few things that belong to us. Be a good boy. Turn me loose. I’ll go with +you all right.”</p> + +<p>“No, you won’t! We don’t trust you. Besides that, your pal’s +begging us hard to fetch ‘Dippy’ back. Wants to see you and ask you +why you shot him after stealing our car. Do you catch on?”</p> + +<p>At this the man, whose head and shoulder was bruised and aching from the +effect of Billy’s rubber tube, seemed to give up. But Worth had one more +arrow. He produced the pistol, showed the man the one empty chamber, and +said:</p> + +<p>“Look here, Quinn. That’s your name or the one you go by, for Horr +said it was. See that empty cartridge? I know these Smith & Wesson +twenty-twos, for I’ve got one at home myself. We got the bullet, too. It +glanced off and came out. You might as well own up now and thank your stars you +didn’t kill your pal, or you would be in for murder as well as these other +jobs.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_227'></a>227</span>But before +the man could make any rejoinder back came Phil with the suitcase which seemed +quite heavy. In the other hand he carried the stranger’s black felt hat, from +which Phil had brushed most of the dust and cobwebs and placed it on the man’s +head as he now sat leaning against the edge of the tottering counter behind +which the boys had found Billy after his capture by the two who attempted to +escape with the Six.</p> + +<p>“Can you stand and walk?” queried Phil. “We’ve got to put +you in our car; the one you and Horr tried to steal.”</p> + +<p>The man, now sullen enough, made no reply. Without more ado they helped him +up and started with him towards the porch. Though his hands were tied, he went +grudgingly until he saw the big, yawning open space made by Worth when the boy +fell through both porch floor and the cellar roofing below. The sight seemed to +nerve the man to a final effort.</p> + +<p>As they stood at the outer office entrance he suddenly pushed against Phil on +one side and <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_228'></a>228</span>at +the same time butted his head into Worth as forcibly as possible. Worth fell +down while Phil, overborne by the weight of the suitcase, seemed in danger of +stepping into the hole in front. The man, seeing a wild chance, drew back his +foot, and was about to kick at the suitcase as if to send it through the hole in +front.</p> + +<p>“You would, would you?” grunted Billy, recovering in time to put +his back against the door-facing and administer a push with his foot to the man, +still standing on one leg in the act of kicking at the suitcase.</p> + +<p>Down he went, the intended kick going wild. At the same moment Phil, having +dropped the suitcase, sprang upon the man and with Billy’s ready aid, managed +to bind both legs fast together, so that he lay helpless. After that the boys +dragged their prisoner across the porch, then they carried him to where the car +stood amid the shrubbery and placed him in the tonneau.</p> + +<p>“Now, Billy,” said Phil, “you watch him close. I’ll go +back, get that bag of his, shut the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_229'></a>229</span>doors and come +back. Don’t take your eyes off him. He’s tricky!”</p> + +<p>And Phil again went back while Worth stood over the man watchful and +wary.</p> + +<p>He was a sullen looking chap, like and yet unlike the stranger whom, with his +partner, Billy had briefly seen that day at Feeney’s. His eyes, roving about, +avoided Billy, while he apparently looked for some further loop-hole that might +offer another chance to resist or afford a possible escape.</p> + +<p>“No good, old man,” remarked Worth, standing over him with the +tube in hand, ready for any move the bound man might make. “You’ve got +to go with us.”</p> + +<p>“Look here!” suddenly said the fellow. “We’ve got +money—me and my partner. Why not turn us loose on the quiet? We’ll make +it all right—sure.”</p> + +<p>“How do we know you’ll make it all right? Didn’t you shoot your own +partner? He says you did. He calls you Dippy Quinn. That your +name?”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_230'></a>230</span>“Oh, +that’s nothing! I was reloading the pistol. It went off ’fore I knew a +thing. That’s the real goods, boy! As I said, he and me have the dough. Two +hundred of it’s yours, provided you’ll turn us loose—on the +quiet.”</p> + +<p>“You’re talking to no good, Quinn. I wouldn’t be party to turning +either you or Horr loose, not if you placed twice that amount in my hands right +now.”</p> + +<p>About this time Phil was seen coming, lugging what appeared to be a very +heavy suitcase, evidently packed full of something that weighed about as much as +Phil could carry. At sight of this the man seemed beside himself with anger. He +almost spat in Billy’s face as he declared:</p> + +<p>“You’re both a dirty set of rogues! Yes, both of you! That,” +pointing at the packed bag, “is mine—mine and my partner’s. We +wasn’t bothering you—”</p> + +<p>“Oh, no!” laughed Billy. “Come, that’s good! All you did +was to gag and tie me and try to steal our car. That’s a mere nothing, of +course.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_231'></a>231</span>Phil, by this +time arriving, seated himself at the wheel, putting the bag beside him. Then he +looked warningly at Worth, saying:</p> + +<p>“Keep a sharp eye out, Billy. If he gets too obstreperous, just use the +tube. If that don’t quiet him, try his pistol.”</p> + +<p>Then he started the car, steering carefully until they had turned round and +were headed up the old road leading through the timber towards Feeney’s. As +the car bumped along over the rough places, Quinn seemed to be suffering +greatly, his tightly bound ankles being the cause of his present misery.</p> + +<p>“Honest, boy,” he began, “at least loose my legs! I +sprained my ankle somehow in our scrap back yonder. Besides, there’s a boil on +my leg. Just loosen it up a bit—that’s a good kid!”</p> + +<p>One would have supposed that with the previous experience they had had with +this man, Billy would have given no heed. But Billy, naturally soft-hearted, saw +real tears in the man’s eyes. His looks and manner now were in such +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_232'></a>232</span>sharp contrast +to that exhibited when he felt himself on the verge of an escape that even Worth +felt a certain compunction. Could the man be shamming all the time, first in one +way, then in another?</p> + +<p>With a side look at Phil, who was watching the road as he steered, he bent +forward as he said:</p> + +<p>“Does the cord hurt you like that? Will you promise to be quiet if I +loosen up those leg cords a bit? But mind you, none of your shenanigan, if I +do!”</p> + +<p>“No—no—no—course not!” Thus the man mumbled, +his breath coming and going tremulously, but his wet eyes, resting on Billy +appealingly, suddenly changed their expression as Billy’s head bent down over +the cord, and a swift, crafty gleam shot from under his treacherous brows, while +Worth was bending over the confined legs. Meantime Phil, trusting to Billy’s +watchfulness, was fully occupied with the wheel and the brakes, for right here +was a bad bit of going.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_233'></a>233</span>In +manipulating the cord so as to loosen it a little—not too much—and +while, in order to deceive Billy, the fellow kept up his groaning, Billy’s +fingers were all needed. He hastily tucked under his arm the tube for a moment, +as he contended with a stubborn portion of the knot.</p> + +<p>Watching both the condition of the loosening knot and noting that no one else +seemed to be regarding them, the man shoved his legs apart. At the same time he +seized the tube with both hands, jerking it from the arms of Worth. Then, +springing to his feet, he raised the tube upward—all in the twinkling of +an eye, so to speak.</p> + +<p>With one shoulder he pushed Billy heavily, so that the boy dropped back into +his seat just as Quinn levelled a quick blow across the tonneau at Phil, still +busy at the wheel. The blow came as a complete surprise to the latter, still +fully occupied with the wheel and the brakes. Fortunately Phil happened to bend +forward in shifting gears, and the blow aimed for Phil’s head +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_234'></a>234</span>fell glancingly +along his shoulder. Even then the force was temporarily paralyzing.</p> + +<p>The boy shrunk still further forward under the blow, the movement causing him +to press his foot on the brake. Hence they began to slow towards a stop. With +his faculties still shaken, he mechanically threw on the halting gear, thus +bringing the car to a gradual stop.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile Billy, seeing at once how he had been duped, raised up so forcibly +that he bumped against the prisoner, who was trying to throw himself from the +tonneau to the ground, his legs now being practically loose.</p> + +<p>“Ha, you will, eh?” gasped Worth. “I’ll show +you!”</p> + +<p>Reaching forth he grabbed a leg of the leaping fugitive, holding on for dear +life, so that instead of alighting on his feet, the fellow actually fell forward +over the tonneau with his head and arms dragging along with the car. Reaching +the earth, the man managed to wrench free from Billy’s clutch and finally kick +himself loose, though with his arms still bound.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_235'></a>235</span>Meantime +Phil, having recovered, was already climbing from the car, and as the man +scrambled to his feet he started in pursuit.</p> + +<p>“After him, Phil!” shouted Worth, bursting through the tonneau +door. “He fooled me! Don’t give up! I’m behind you!”</p> + +<p>From then on it became a sharp though short race. First the fugitive, his +hands tied behind, bareheaded, straining every nerve. Just in his rear came +Phil, with every muscle doing double duty, reaching forward to grab him who +fled. A yard or two behind was Billy, doing a stunt in rapid running that might +have surprised him a few minutes before.</p> + +<p>The man was agile enough, though doubtless tired. Besides this his arms, +inconveniently bound behind his back, doubtless interfered with his running. One +result was that after several futile grasps, Phil was at last able to fasten his +grip on the man’s tied arms. From that to passing an arm round his neck and +hanging grimly on was but momentary.</p> + +<p>Then in came Billy, fairly frothing over the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_236'></a>236</span>manner in which +he had been tricked by the captive just when he was trying to make the stranger +less uncomfortable. Between them they soon had him down on the ground where he +writhed, kicked and twisted about in a climax of sheer desperation.</p> + +<p>Doubly exasperated, Billy managed to get hold of a stout, short bit of a club +from amid the fallen litter of the woods, and brought it down smartly on the +man’s head. It raised a welt, but he continued to struggle, though with +decreasing force. Evidently he was becoming exhausted. Suddenly Worth jerked out +his handkerchief, saying at the same time:</p> + +<p>“Gimme yours, Phil—quick!”</p> + +<p>Phil not only complied, but resumed holding down the stranger so effectively +that in another minute Worth soon had his legs bound fast again.</p> + +<p>“Now let’s drag him back to the car and be off,” remarked Phil. +“Really the way that chap acts causes me to feel sure we’ve made a haul +that the law will more than sanction. Yet +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_237'></a>237</span>I won’t feel +safe until we have him back at Feeney’s.”</p> + +<p>The prisoner was lifted in the car where Billy stood over him, with pistol +and the tube club ready for instant use if necessary. Without further trouble +the Big Six sped along the rough roads until at length Feeney’s house was +reached. What was their surprise to see another car drawn up before the yard +gate, while two strange men were coming out of the house, evidently in a great +hurry, preparatory to entering their own machine.</p> + +</div> + +<div> +<a id='chap16'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_239'></a>239</span><p style='text-align:center; display:block; margin-top: 64px;'>CHAPTER XVI</p> + +<p style='text-align:center; display:block; margin-top:8px; margin-bottom: 32px;'>CONCLUSION</p> + +<p>At sight of the Big Six they halted, while in their rear came MacLester and +Paul, with Mr. Feeney looking over their shoulders in sheer amazement at what +his eyes beheld. Noting Worth’s and Phil’s disordered attire and the bound, +somewhat bruised captive inside the tonneau, the foremost man came forward, +saying to the two lads:</p> + +<p>“Well, well! I guess you have saved us some trouble, you boys!” +He waved a hand at his partner. “Permit me to introduce self and partner. +We’re from Buffalo, plain clothes detectives, secret service. McPherson is my +name; Westcott that of my partner. We already know yours through Mr. Rack, of +Syracuse. Guess you know him. This man,” pointing +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_240'></a>240</span>at Quinn, +“and the other chap inside have been wanted some time for illegal coinage. +After putting them under guard we will visit that old Tavern for further proofs. +What’s this?”</p> + +<p>“It’s what that man Quinn was trying to lug off when we took him. +Before that they had stolen our car—” This from Billy.</p> + +<p>“I know, I know! And you got this, did you? Pretty good!” +McPherson had opened the valise, disclosing tools, dies, bars of metal and +numerous coins. “We were at Midlandville. Heard of you there. Also got +wind of these chaps and the old Tavern, and, prompted by Rack, we hurried along, +fearing you lads might alarm them, inadvertently of course. But you have done +well, remarkably well! There’s a thousand reward out for them and it looks as +if you four boys will have decidedly the best claim.”</p> + +<p>Meantime Westcott, assisted by Feeney, who greeted the two lads effusively, +carried in Quinn to join his comrade under strict guard.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_241'></a>241</span>“Are +you not entitled to that reward, Mr. McPherson?” asked Phil at +length.</p> + +<p>“No, sir. Not if anyone else does more than we in apprehending them. It +looks now as if you four and perhaps Feeney and his folks will be entitled to +all there is in it.”</p> + +<p>It may be said here that after all was over, the boys insisted that the +Feeneys should share proportionately in the reward. It did Phil good to see the +delight which these humble, hard working folks felt in what the third of that +reward might do for them. They needed it and were glad to get it besides being +grateful to our boys for being so generous.</p> + +<p>Three days later the Big Six rolled smoothly into Lannington once more. Glad +indeed were the Auto Boys to see again the dear home faces and receive the sweet +home greetings. “And also, and likewise,” said Mr. Paul Jones, +“home cooking beats the world!”</p> + +<p>A number of weeks later the boys read of Adam W. Kull being sentenced to +serve seven years in prison, while Grant Coster received a +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_242'></a>242</span>sentence of two +years. Thus vividly reminded of their adventures, the friends renewed a former +effort to learn how Scottie had happened to appear in Lannington, their own home +city. They could not, though it was evident that the dog, always even humanly +fond of automobiles, had followed some car there.</p> + +<p>Phil and Billy were now preparing to enter college. Dave was already +occupying a steady position in his father’s shop and Paul was about to take up +engineering in a school near home. Slowly but surely the almost unbroken +companionship of years’ duration was encroached upon by the demands the days +were bringing. The boys were growing older. But I know there were still no +pleasanter hours for any of them than when, on holidays and of an evening, they +sometimes met again at the little green and yellow garage under the whispering +elms.</p> + +<p style='text-align:center; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; font-size: 1.0em'>THE END</p> + + +<hr style='margin-top: 20px; margin-bottom:20px; border:none; border-bottom:1px dashed silver; width: 100%' /> + +<p><span style='font-size:larger'>Rider Agents WANTED</span></p> + +<p>Boys and young men everywhere are making good money taking orders for +“Ranger” bicycles and bicycle tires. You are privileged to select +the particular style of Ranger bicycle you prefer: Motorbike model, +“Arch-Frame,” “Superbe” “Scout,” +“Special,” “Racer,” etc. While you ride and enjoy it in +your spare time hours—after school or work, evenings and +holidays—your admiring friends can be easily induced to place their +orders through you.</p> + +<p><span style='font-weight:bold'>Factory to Rider.</span></p> + +<p>Every purchaser of a Ranger bicycle (on our factory-direct-to-the-rider sales +plan) gets a high-grade fully guaranteed model direct from the factory at +wholesale prices, and is privileged to ride it for 30 days before final +acceptance. If not satisfied it may be returned at our expense and no charge is +made for the use of machine during trial.</p> + +<p>Choice of 44 Styles. Colors and Sizes in the Ranger line</p> + +<p><span style='font-weight:bold'>Delivered to You FREE</span></p> + +<p>We prepay the delivery charges on every Ranger from our factory in Chicago to +your town and pay the return charges to Chicago if you decide not to keep it. If +you want to be a Rider Agent or if you want a good bicycle at a low price, write +us to-day for the big free Ranger Catalog, wholesale prices, terms and full +particulars.</p> + +<p><span style='font-weight:bold'>Parts For All Bicycles</span></p> + +<p>In the Ranger catalog you will find illustrated bicycle cranks, cups, cones, +sprockets and a complete Universal Repair Hanger and Repair Front Forks designed +to fit any and every bicycle ever manufactured in America. Complete instructions +are given so that any boy can intelligently order the parts wanted. You will +also find repair parts for all the standard makes of hubs and coaster-brakes and +all the latest equipment and novelties.</p> + +<p>Tires at Factory Prices Share with us our savings in Trainload Tire Contracts +and in the Samson, Record and Hedgethorn Tires get the best Tire values in +America at Wholesale Factory Prices.</p> + +<p>Send No Money But write us TO-DAY for the Big Ranger Book and particulars of +our 30 Day Free Trial Plan, wholesale prices and terms.</p> + +<p><span style='font-weight:bold'>MEAD CYCLE COMPANY</span></p> + +<p>Dept. H 211 CHICAGO, U.S.A.</p> + +<hr style='margin-top: 20px; margin-bottom:20px; border:none; border-bottom:1px dashed silver; width: 100%' /> +<p style='text-align:left; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; margin-left: 0ex; ; font-size: 1.0em'><span style='font-weight:bold'>SUMMER SNOW AND OTHER FAIRY PLAYS</span></p> + +<p style='text-align:left; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; margin-left: 0ex; ; font-size: 1.0em'>By GRACE RICHARDSON</p> + + + +<p>Finding there is a wide demand for plays which commend themselves to amateurs +and to casts comprised largely of children. Miss Richardson, already well and +widely known, has here given four plays which, are unusually clever and fill +this need. They call for but little stage setting, and that of the simplest +kind, are suited to presentation the year around, and can be effectively +produced by amateurs without difficulty.</p> + +<p><span style='font-size:smaller'>CLOTH BINDING . . . $1.00</span></p> + +<p style='margin:0 auto'> </p> +<p style='text-align:left; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; margin-left: 0ex; ; font-size: 1.0em'><span style='font-weight:bold'>PUCK: IN PETTICOATS</span></p> + +<p style='text-align:left; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; margin-left: 0ex; ; font-size: 1.0em'>By GRACE RICHARDSON</p> + + + +<p>Five plays about children, for children to play—Hansel and Gretel, The +Wishing Well, The Ring of Salt, The Moon Dream, and Puck in Petticoats. Each is +accompanied by stage directions, property plots and other helpful suggestions +for acting. Some of the plays take but twenty minutes, others as long as an hour +to produce, and every one of the five are clever.</p> + +<p><span style='font-size:smaller'>CLOTH BINDING . . . $1.00</span></p> + +<p style='margin:0 auto'> </p> +<p style='text-align:left; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; margin-left: 0ex; ; font-size: 1.0em'><span style='font-weight:bold'>HANDY BOOK OF PLAYS FOR GIRLS</span></p> + +<p style='text-align:left; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; margin-left: 0ex; ; font-size: 1.0em'>By DOROTHY CLEATHER</p> + + + +<p>Not one of the six sparkling plays between these covers calls for a male +character, being designed for the use of casts of girls only. They are easily, +effectively staged—just the sort that girls like to play and that +enthusiastic audiences heartily enjoy.</p> + +<p><span style='font-size:smaller'>CLOTH BINDING . . . $0.50</span></p> + +</div> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Auto Boys' Vacation, by James A. 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