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Title: The Rover Boys in Business; Or, The Search for the Missing Bonds

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The Rover Boys In Business

or

The Search for the Missing Bonds


by Arthur M. Winfield, 1915

(Edward Stratemeyer)




INTRODUCTION

My Dear Boys: This book is a complete story in itself, but forms the
nineteenth volume in a line issued under the general title of "The
Rover Boys Series for Young Americans."

As I have mentioned in several other volumes, this series was started
a number of years ago with the publication of "The Rover Boys at
School," "On the Ocean," and "In the Jungle." I am happy to say the
books were so well liked that they were followed, year after year, by
the publication of "The Rover Boys Out West," "On the Great Lakes,"
"In Camp," "On Land and Sea," "On the River," "On the Plains," "In
Southern Waters," "On the Farm," "On Treasure Isle," "At College,"
"Down East," "In the Air," "In New York," and finally "In Alaska,"
where we last met the lads.

During all these adventures the Rover boys have been growing older.
Dick is now married and conducting his father's business in New York
City and elsewhere. 'The fun-loving Tom and his sturdy younger
brother, Sam, are at Brill College. The particulars are given of a
great baseball game; and then Tom and Sam return home, to be startled
by a most unusual message from Dick, calling them to New York
immediately. Some bonds of great value have mysteriously disappeared,
and unless these are recovered the Rover fortune may be seriously
impaired. What the boys did under these circumstances, I will leave
the pages which follow to disclose.

Once more thanking my host of young readers for the interest they have
taken in my books, I remain,

                 Affectionately and sincerely yours,

                                                   Arthur M. Winfield.





CHAPTER I

AT THE RIVER


"Sam!"

No answer.

"I say, Sam, can't you listen for just a moment?"

"Oh, Tom, please don't bother me now!" and Sam Rover, with a look of
worry on his face, glanced up for a moment from his writing-table.
"I've got to finish this theme before to-morrow morning."

"Oh, I know! But listen!" And Tom Rover's face showed his earnestness.
"Last night it was full moonlight, and to-night it is going to be
equally clear. Why can't we get out the auto and pay a visit to Hope?
You know we promised the girls that we would be up some afternoon or
evening this week."

"Sounds good, Tom, but even if we went after, supper, could we get
there in time? You know all visitors have to leave before nine
o'clock."

"We can get there if we start as soon as we finish eating. Can't you
finish the theme after we get back? Maybe I can help you."

"Help me? On this theme!" Sam grinned broadly. "Tom, you don't know
what you are talking about. Do you know what this theme is on?"

"No, but I can help you if I have to."

"This is on 'The Theory Concerning the Evolution of----'"

"That's enough, Sam; don't give me any of it now. Time enough for that
when we have to get at it. There goes the supper bell. Now, downstairs
with you! and let us get through as soon as possible and be on our
way."

"All right, just as you say!" and gathering up a number of sheets of
paper, Sam thrust them in the drawer of the writing-table.

"By the way, it's queer we didn't get any letter to-day from Dick,"
the youngest Rover observed.

At the mention of their brother's name, Tom's face clouded a little.

"It is queer, Sam, and I must say I don't like it. I think this is a
case where no news is bad news. I think if everything was going along
all right in New York, Dick would surely let us know. I am afraid he
is having a good deal of trouble in straightening out Dad's business."

"Just the way I look at it," responded Sam, as the brothers prepared
to leave the room.

"One thing is sure, Pelter, Japson & Company certainly did all they
could to mix matters up, and I doubt very much if they gave Dad all
that was coming to him."

"I believe I made a mistake in coming back to college," pursued Tom,
as the two boys walked out into the corridor, where they met several
other students on the way to the dining hall. "I think I ought to have
given up college and gone to New York City to help Dick straighten out
that business tangle. Now that Dad is sick again, the whole
responsibility rests on Dick's shoulders, and he ought not to be made
to bear it alone."

"Well, if you feel that way, Tom, why don't you break away and go? I
think, perhaps, it would be not only a good thing for Dick, but it
would, also, be a good thing for you," and, for the moment, Sam looked
very seriously at his brother.

Tom reddened a bit, and then put his forefinger to his forehead. "You
mean it would help me here?" And then, as Sam nodded, he added: "Oh,
don't you worry. I am all right now, my head doesn't bother me a bit.
But I do wish I could get just one good chance at Pelter for the crack
that rascal gave me on the head with the footstool."

"It certainly was a shame to let him off, Tom, but you know how father
felt about it. He was too sick to be worried by a trial at law and all
that."

"Yes, I know, but just the same, some day I am going to square
accounts with Mr. Jesse Pelter," and Tom shook his head determinedly.

Passing down the broad stairway of Brill College, the two Rover boys
made their way to the dining hall. Here the majority of the students
were rapidly assembling for the evening meal, and the lads found
themselves among a host of friends.

"Hello, Songbird! How are you this evening?" cried Tom, as he
addressed a tall, scholarly-looking individual who wore his hair
rather long. "Have you been writing any poetry to-day?"

"Well,--er--not exactly, Tom," muttered John Powell, otherwise known
as Songbird because of his numerous efforts to compose what he called
poetry. "But I have been thinking up a few rhymes."

"When are you going to get out that book of poetry?"

"What book is that, Tom?"

"Why, as if you didn't know! Didn't you tell me that you were going to
get up a volume of 'Original International Poems for the Grave and
Gay;' five hundred pages, fully illustrated; and bound in full
leather, with title in gold, and..."

"Tom, Tom, now please stop your fooling!" pleaded Songbird, his face
flushing. "Just because I write a poem now and then doesn't say that
I am going to publish a book."

"No, but I'm sure you will some day, and you'll make a fortune out of
it--or fifteen dollars, anyway."

"The same old Tom!" cried a merry voice, and another student clapped
the fun-loving Rover on the shoulder. "I do believe you would rather
joke than eat!"

"Not on your life, Spud! and I'll prove it to you right now!" and
linking his arm through that of Will Jackson, otherwise "Spud," Tom
led the way to one of the tables, with Sam and several of the other
students following.

"What is on the docket for to-night?" asked Songbird, as he fell to
eating.

"Tom and I are going to take a little run in the auto to Hope,"
answered Sam.

"Oh, I see!" Songbird Powell shut one eye knowingly. "Going up there
to see the teachers, I suppose!"

"Sure, that is what they always do!" came from Spud, with a wink.

"Sour grapes, Spud!" laughed Sam. "You would go there yourself if you
had half a chance."

"Yes, and Songbird would want to go along, too, if we were bound for
the Sanderson cottage," put in Tom. "You see, in Songbird's eyes,
Minnie Sanderson is just the nicest girl----"

"Now stop it, Tom, can't you!" pleaded poor Songbird, growing
decidedly red in the face. "Miss Sanderson is only a friend of mine,
and you know it."

Just at that moment the students at the table were interrupted by the
approach of a tall, dudish-looking individual, who wore a
reddish-brown suit, cut in the most up-to-date fashion, and who
sported patent-leather shoes, and a white carnation in his buttonhole.
The newcomer took a vacant chair, sitting down with a flourish.

"I've had a most delightful ramble, don't you know," he lisped,
looking around at the others. "I have been through the sylvan woods
and by the babbling brook, and have----"

"Great Caesar's tombstone!" exclaimed Tom, looking at the newcomer
critically. "Why, my dearly beloved William Philander, you don't mean
to say that you have been delving through the shadowy nooks, and
playing with the babbling brook, in that outfit?"

"Oh, dear, no, Tom!" responded William Philander Tubbs. "I had another
suit on, the one with the green stripe, don't you know,--the one I
had made last September--or maybe it was in October, I can't really
remember. But you must know the suit, don't you?"

"Sure! I remember the suit. The green-striped one with the faded-out
blue dots and the red diamond check in the corner. Isn't that the same
suit you took down to the pawnbroker's last Wednesday night at fifteen
minutes past seven and asked him to loan you two dollars and a half on
it, and the pawnbroker wanted to know if the suit was your own?"

"My dear Tom!" and William Philander looked aghast. "You know well
enough I never took that suit to a pawnbroker."

"Well, maybe it was some other suit. Possibly the black one with the
blue stripes, or maybe it was the blue one with the black stripes.
Really, my dearest Philander, it is immaterial to me what suit it
was." And Tom looked coldly indifferent as he buttered another slice
of bread.

"But I tell you, I never went to any pawn-broker!" pleaded the dudish
student. "I would not be seen in any such horrid place!"

"Oh, pawnbrokers are not so bad," came from Spud Jackson, as he helped
himself to more potatoes. "I knew of one fellow down in New Haven who
used to loan thousands of dollars to the students at Yale. He was
considered a public benefactor. When he died they closed up the
college for three days and gave him a funeral over two miles long. And
after that, the students raised a fund of sixteen thousand dollars
with which to erect a monument to his memory. Now, that is absolutely
true, and if you don't believe it you can come to my room and I will
show you some dried rose leaves which came from one of the wreathes
used at the obsequies." And a general laugh went up over this
extravagant statement.

"The same old Spud!" cried Sam, as he gave the story-teller of the
college a nudge in the ribs. "Spud, you are about as bad as Tom."

"Chust vat I tinks," came from Max Spangler, a German-American student
who was still struggling with the difficulties of the language. "Only
I tinks bod of dem vas worser dan de udder." And at this rather mixed
statement another laugh went up.

"I wish you fellows would stop your nonsense and talk baseball," came
from Bob Grimes, another student. "Do you realize that if we expect to
do anything this spring, we have got to get busy?"

"Well, Bob," returned Sam, "I don't see how that is going to interest
me particularly. I don't expect to be on any nine this year."

"I know, Sam, but Tom, here, has promised to play if he can possibly
get the time."

"And so I will play," said Tom. "That is, provided I remain at Brill."

"What, do you mean to say you are going to leave!" cried several
students.

"We can't do without you, Tom," added Songbird.

"Of course we can't," came from Bob Grimes. "We need Tom the worst way
this year."

"Well, I'll talk that over with you fellows some other time. To-night
we are in a hurry." And thus speaking, Tom tapped his brother on the
shoulder, and both left the dining-room.

As my old readers know, the Rover boys possessed a very fine
automobile. This was kept in one of the new garages on the place,
which was presided over by Abner Filbury, the son of the old man who
had worked for years around the dormitories.

"Is she all ready, Ab?" questioned Tom, as the young man came forward
to greet them.

"Yes, sir, I filled her up with gas and oil, and she's in apple-pie
order."

"Why, Tom!" broke in Sam, in surprise. "You must have given this order
before supper."

"I did," and Tom grinned at his younger brother. "I took it for
granted that you would make the trip." And thus speaking, Tom leaped
into the driver's seat of the new touring car. Then Sam took his place
beside his brother, and in a moment more the car was gliding out of
the garage, and down the curving, gravel path leading to the highway
running from Ashton past Brill College to Hope Seminary.

As Tom had predicted, it was a clear night, with the full moon just
showing over the distant hills. Swinging into the highway, Tom
increased the speed and was soon running at twenty-five to thirty
miles an hour.

"Don't run too fast," cautioned Sam. "Remember this road has several
dangerous curves in it, and remember, too, a good many of the
countrymen around here don't carry lights when they drive."

"Oh, I'll be careful," returned Tom, lightly. "But about the lights, I
think some of the countrymen ought to be fined for driving in the
darkness as they do. I think----"

"Hark! what sort of a noise is that?" interrupted the younger Rover.

Both boys strained their ears. A shrill honk of a horn had been
followed by a heavy rumble, and now, around a curve of the road, shot
the beams from a single headlight perched on a heavy auto-truck. This
huge truck was coming along at great speed, and it passed the Rovers
with a loud roar, and a scattering of dust and small stones in all
directions.

"Great Scott!" gasped Sam, after he had recovered from his amazement.
"Did you ever see such an auto-truck as that, and running at such
speed?"

"Certainly some truck," was Tom's comment. "That must have weighed
four or five tons. I wonder if it came over the Paxton River bridge?"

"If it did, it must have given the bridge an awful shaking up. That
bridge isn't any too strong. It shakes fearfully every time we go over
it. Better run slow, Tom, when we get there."

"I will." And then Tom put on speed once more and the automobile
forged ahead as before.

A short run up-hill brought them to the point where the road ran down
to the Paxton River. In the bright moonlight the boys could see the
stream flowing like a sheet of silver down between the bushes and
trees. A minute more, and they came in sight of the bridge.

"Stop!" said Sam. "I may be mistaken, but that bridge looks shifted to
me."

"So it does," returned Tom, and brought the automobile to a
standstill. Both boys leaped out and walked forward.

To inspect the bridge in the bright moonlight was easy, and in less
than a minute the boys made a startling discovery, which was to the
effect that the opposite end of the structure had been thrown from its
supports and was in danger of falling at any instant.

"This is mighty bad," was Sam's comment. "Why, Tom, this is positively
dangerous. If anybody should come along here----"

"Hark!" Tom put up his hand, and both boys listened. From the top of
the hill they had left but a moment before, came the sounds of an
approaching automobile. An instant later the rays of the headlights
shot into view, almost blinding them.

"We must stop them!" came from both boys simultaneously. But scarcely
had the words left their lips, when they saw that such a course might
be impossible. The strange automobile was coming down the hill at a
furious rate. Now, as the driver saw the Rovers' machine, he sounded
his horn shrilly.

"He'll have a smash-up as sure as fate!" yelled Sam, and put up his
hand in warning. Tom did likewise, and also yelled at the top of his
lungs.

But it was too late. The occupant of the strange automobile--for the
machine carried but a single person--tried to come to a stop. The
brakes groaned and squeaked, and the car swept slightly to one side,
thus avoiding the Rovers' machine. Then, with power thrown off and the
hand-brake set, it rolled out on the bridge. There was a snap,
followed by a tremendous crash, and the next instant machine and
driver disappeared with a splash into the swiftly-flowing river.




CHAPTER II

TO THE RESCUE


The accident at the bridge had occurred so suddenly that, for the
instant, neither Rover boy knew what to do. They saw that the farther
end of the bridge had given way completely. Just where the end rested
in the water they beheld several small objects floating about, one of
them evidently a cap, and another a small wooden box. But the
automobile with its driver was nowhere to be seen.

"My gracious! That fellow will surely be drowned!" gasped Sam, on
recovering from the shock. "Tom, do you see him anywhere?"

"No, I don't." Tom took a few steps forward and gazed down into the
swiftly-flowing stream. "Perhaps he is pinned under the auto, Sam!"

"Wait, I'll get the searchlight," cried the younger Rover, and ran
back to their automobile. The boys made a point of carrying an
electric pocket searchlight to be used in case they had to make
repairs in the dark. Securing this, and turning on the light, Sam ran
forward to the river bank, with Tom beside him.

To those who have read the previous volumes in this "Rover Boys
Series" the lads just mentioned will need no special introduction. For
the benefit of others, however, let me state that the Rover boys were
three in number; Dick being the oldest, fun-loving Tom coming next,
and sturdy Sam being the youngest. When at home, which was only for a
short time each year, the boys lived with their father, Anderson
Rover, and their Uncle Randolph and Aunt Martha on a farm called
Valley Brook, in New York State.

While their father was in Africa, the boys had been sent to Putnam
Hall Military Academy, as related in the first volume of this series,
entitled "The Rover Boys at School." There they had made quite a few
friends, and, also, some enemies.*

*For particulars regarding how Putnam Hall Military Academy was
organized, and what fine times the cadets there enjoyed even before
the Rovers appeared on the scene, read "The Putnam Hall Series," six
volumes, starting with "The Putnam Hall Cadets."--Publishers

The first term at school was followed by an exciting trip on the
ocean, and then another trip into the jungles of Africa, where the
boys went looking for their parent. Then came a journey to the West,
and some grand times on the Great Lakes and in the Mountains. After
that, the Rover boys came back to the Hall to go into camp with their
fellow-cadets. Then they took a long journey over land and sea, being
cast away on a lonely island in the Pacific.

On returning home, the boys had imagined they were to settle down to a
quiet life, but such was not to be. On a houseboat the lads, with some
friends, sailed down the Ohio and the Mississippi rivers, and then
found themselves on the Plains, where they solved the mystery of Red
Rock ranch. Then they set sail on Southern Waters, and in the Gulf of
Mexico discovered a deserted yacht.

"Now for a good rest," Sam had said, and the three lads had returned
to the home farm, where, quite unexpectedly, more adventures befell
them. Then they returned to Putnam Hall; and all graduated with
considerable honor.

It had been decided by Mr. Rover that the boys should next go to
college, and he selected an institution of learning located in the
Middle West, not far from the town of Ashton. Brill College was a fine
place, and the Rovers knew they would like it as soon as they saw it.
With them went their old-time school chum, Songbird Powell, already
mentioned. At the same time, William Philander Tubbs came to the
college from Putnam Hall. He was a dudish fellow, who thought far more
of dress than of gaining an education, and he was often made the butt
of some practical joke.

It did not take the Rover boys long to make a number of friends at
Brill. These included Stanley Browne, a tall, gentlemanly youth; Bob
Grimes, who was greatly interested in baseball and other sports; Max
Spangler, a German-American youth, who was everybody's friend; and
Will Jackson, always called "Spud" because of his unusual fondness for
potatoes. Spud was a great story-teller, and some of his yarns were
marvelous in the extreme.

During their first term at Putnam Hall, the Rover boys had become well
acquainted with Dora Stanhope, who lived near the school with her
widowed mother, and, also, Nellie and Grace Laning, Dora's two
cousins, who resided but a short distance further away. It had not
been long before Dick and Dora showed a great liking for each other,
and, at the same time, Tom often "paired off" with Nellie, and Sam as
often sought the company of Grace. Then came the time when the boys
did a great service for Mrs. Stanhope, saving her from the wicked
plotting of Josiah Crabtree, a teacher at Putnam Hall. Crabtree was
exposed, and lost no time in leaving the school, threatening at the
same time that, sooner or later, he would "square accounts with the
Rovers."

But a few miles away from Brill College was located Hope Seminary, an
institution for girls. When the Rover boys went to Brill, Dora, Nellie
and Grace entered Hope, so the young folks met almost as often as
before. A term at Brill was followed by an unexpected trip Down East,
where the Rover boys again brought the rascally Crabtree to terms.
Then the lads became the possessors of a biplane, and took several
thrilling trips through the air. About this time, Mr. Anderson Rover,
who was not in the best of health, was having much trouble with some
brokers, who were trying to swindle him out of valuable property. He
went to New York City, and disappeared, and his three sons went at
once on the hunt for him. The brokers were Pelter, Japson & Company,
and it was not long before Dick and his brothers discovered that
Pelter and Japson were in league with Josiah Crabtree. In the end the
boys found out what had become of their parent, and they managed to
bring the brokers to terms. But, during a struggle, poor Tom was hit
on the head by a wooden footstool thrown by Pelter, and knocked
unconscious. Josiah Crabtree tried to escape from a garret window by
means of a rope made of a blanket. This broke, and he sustained a
heavy fall, breaking a leg in two places. He was taken to a hospital,
and the doctors there said he would be a cripple for life.

"There is no use in talking, Dad," Dick had said to his father, "you
are not in a fit physical condition to take hold of these business
matters. You had better leave them entirely to me." And to this Mr.
Rover had agreed. Then, as Dick was to leave college and spend most of
his time in New York, it had been decided that he and Dora should get
married. There had followed one of the grandest weddings the village
of Cedarville had ever seen.

The blow on Tom's head proved more serious than was at first
anticipated. Through it the poor lad suddenly lost his mind, and while
in that state he wandered away from Brill College, and went on a long
journey, as related in detail in the volume preceding this, entitled
"The Rover Boys in Alaska."

As their father was too ill to take part in any search for the missing
one, Dick and Sam took up the hunt, and after many thrilling
adventures on the ice and in the snow, managed to locate their brother
and bring him back home.

"And now, Tom, you must take a good long rest," his kindly Aunt Martha
had said, and she had insisted upon it that he be put under the care
of a specialist. Tom had rested for several months, and then,
declaring that he felt as good as ever, had returned to Brill. Sam was
already in the grind, and soon Tom was doing his best to make up for
the time he had lost on his strange trip.

Of course, Nellie Laning had been very much worried over Tom's
condition, and his disappearance had caused her intense dismay. Since
he had returned to Brill, she had asked that he either call on her or
write to her at least once a week. Tom preferred a visit to
letter-writing, and as Sam was usually ready to go to Hope to see
Grace whenever the opportunity afforded, the brothers usually took the
trip together, as in the present instance.

Searchlight in hand, the Rover boys peered out over the surface of the
swiftly-flowing river, which at this point was about seventy-five feet
wide. The bridge was built in three sections, and it was the middle
span which had collapsed at the farther end, so that the automobile
had plunged into water which was at least eight feet deep.

"Do you see anything of him?" asked Sam, eagerly, as the rays from the
light flashed in one direction and then in another.

"If he managed to get out of the auto, perhaps he floated down with
the current," responded his brother. "Anyhow, he doesn't seem to be
around here."

"Maybe he was caught under the wheel. If so, we had better get him out
without delay."

"Look! Look!" And now Tom pointed down the river. There in the
moonlight, both boys saw a form coming to the surface. The fellow was
beating the water wildly with his hands, and now he set up a frantic
cry for aid. Turning the searchlight in that direction, the Rover boys
left the vicinity of the broken bridge, and made their way down to
something of a footpath that ran along the water's edge. Tom was in
the lead. Here and there the bushes hung over the stream, and both
lads had to scramble along as best they could.

"Help! Help!" The cry came faintly, and then the two boys saw the
fellow in the water throw up both arms and sink from view.

"He has gone under!" gasped Sam. "Hurry up, Tom, or we'll be too
late!"

Scrambling wildly through the last of the bushes and onto some flat
rocks that, in this vicinity, ran out into the river, the Rover boys
soon gained a point which was less than four yards from where the
unfortunate youth had disappeared. Leading the way, Tom leaped from
one flat stone in the stream to another. Sam followed closely, holding
the searchlight on the spot where both hoped the fellow in the water
might reappear.

"Here he is!" cried Tom. And, as he spoke, Sam saw a dark object turn
over in the stream close to the rock on which his brother had leaped.
The next instant Tom was down on his knees and feeling through the
water.

"Hold my hand, Sam," said the older Rover. And as Sam took his left
hand, Tom clutched with his right the coat of the party in the river.
Then came a hard pull; and a moment later Tom had the dripping form on
the rock.

"Is he--he--dead?" questioned Sam, hoarsely.

"I don't think so, but he certainly has had a close call. We must get
him ashore and work over him as soon as possible. You light the way; I
think I can carry him alone."

The fellow who had been hauled out of the river was a slightly-built
youth, not over twenty years of age. As Tom was both big and muscular,
it was an easy matter for him to throw the stranger over his shoulder.
Sam led the way to the shore, keeping the light down on the rocks so
that his brother might be sure of his footing.

Once safe, the boys placed the stranger on the grass and started to
work over him. He was unconscious, and had evidently swallowed
considerable water. Fortunately, the lads had taken lessons in how to
resuscitate a person who had been close to drowning, so they knew
exactly what to do.

"It's a mighty lucky thing that we were here to aid him," remarked
Sam, as he and Tom proceeded with their efforts. "Another minute, and
it would have been all up with this poor fellow."

"Well, he isn't out of the woods yet, Sam, but I think he is coming
around." And even as Tom spoke the stranger gave a gasp and a groan,
and tried to sit up.

"It's all right, my friend," cried Sam, reassuringly. "We've got you,
you are safe."

"Oh, oh!" moaned the young man who had been so close to drowning. And
then as he sat up and stared at the brothers, he added: "Did--did you
sa--save me?"

"Well, we hauled you out of the river," replied Tom, simply.

"You did!" The young man shivered as he glanced at the swiftly-flowing
stream. "The bridge--it was broken, but I didn't notice it in time."

"We tried to warn you," said Sam, "but you were coming too fast."

"I know it, but I--I----" And then the young man, having tried to get
to his feet, suddenly collapsed and became unconscious again.

"Phew!" came from Sam in surprise. "He must be worse off than we
thought."

"Perhaps he got struck when he went down," suggested Tom. "See here,
there is blood on his hand; it is running down his sleeve!"

"Maybe his arm is broken, Tom. I guess the best thing we can do is to
get him to some doctor."

"Why not take him right down to Ashton to Doctor Havens?"

"Good idea; we'll do it."

Tom again took up the unconscious young man, and, with Sam leading the
way, both hurried to their automobile. The stranger was deposited on
the seat of the tonneau, and then Tom lost no time in turning the
machine around and heading for town.

"I wonder who he can be?" remarked Sam, as they sped along.

"I'm sure I don't know," was Tom's reply. Neither of the boys dreamed
of the surprise in store for them.




CHAPTER III

SOMETHING OF A SURPRISE


It did not take the Rover boys long to reach Ashton; and once in town,
they lost no time in running their auto to where Doctor Havens
resided. They found the house well lit up, and the old doctor in his
study, poring over some medical works.

"Saved a fellow from drowning, eh?" he queried, after the lads had
explained matters. "Got him out in your auto? All right, bring him
right in if you want to--or wait, I'll go out and take a look at him.
Maybe I know who he is and where he belongs." And thus speaking, the
doctor went outside.

Sam still had the searchlight in hand, and as the physician approached
the automobile, the lad flashed the rays on the face of the stranger,
who was still unconscious.

"Why, I've seen that young chap before!" exclaimed Doctor Havens. "He
is stopping at the hotel. I saw him there only this afternoon."

"Then perhaps we had better take him over there," suggested Tom.

"By all means, and I'll go with you."

Running into the house, the doctor procured his hand case, and then
joined the boys in the automobile. A run of a few minutes brought the
party to the hotel, and Sam and Tom lifted the young man out and
carried him inside.

The arrival of the party created some consternation, but as only the
proprietor of the hotel and a bellboy were present, the matter was
kept rather quiet. The young man had a room on the second floor, and
to this he was speedily taken, and placed in the care of the doctor.

"No bones broken so far as I can ascertain," said Doctor Havens, after
a long examination. "He has cut his forehead, and he also has a bruise
behind his left ear, but I think he is suffering more from shock than
anything else."

"Did you say you knew him?" questioned Tom.

"Oh, no, only that I had seen him around this hotel."

"What is his name?" asked Sam, of the hotel proprietor, who had
followed them to the room.

"His name is Pelter."

"Pelter!" The cry came from Tom and Sam simultaneously, and the
brothers looked at each other questioningly.

"Yes, Pelter. Do you know him?"

"What is his first name?" demanded Tom.

"Why, let me see," The hotel man mused for a moment. "I have it!
Barton Pelter."

"I never heard that name before," said Tom. "We know a man in----" And
then, as Sam looked at him in a peculiar way, he added, "Oh, well,
never mind. We don't know this fellow, anyway. I hope he gets over
this trouble."

By this time the sufferer had again recovered consciousness, but he
was evidently very weak, and the doctor motioned for the Rover boys
and the hotel man to leave the room.

"All right, but let us know in the morning by telephone how he is,
Doctor," returned Tom; and then the Rover boys and the hotel man went
below.

"Can you tell us anything about this Barton Pelter?" questioned Sam,
of the proprietor.

"I know very little about him, excepting that he is registered as from
Brooklyn, and that he came here three days ago. What his business is
in Ashton, I haven't the least idea."

"Is he well off--that is, does he appear to have much money?" asked
Tom.

"Oh, he hasn't shown any great amount of cash around here," laughed
the hotel man. "My idea is that he is some sort of a commercial
traveler, although he hasn't anything with him but his suitcase."

This was all the hotel man could tell them, and a few minutes later
the Rover boys were in their automobile once more and headed back for
the scene of the accident.

"We ought to have put up some danger signal, Tom," remarked Sam, while
on the way.

"I know it, but we hadn't any time to waste while we had that poor
chap on our hands. By the way, do you think he can be any relative of
Jesse Pelter, the rascal who knocked me out with the footstool, and
who tried his best to rob dad?"

"I'm sure I don't know. One thing is certain: The name of Pelter is
not common. Still, there may be other Pelters besides those related to
that scoundrel of a broker."

Arriving at the vicinity of the broken bridge, the boys found a farmer
with a wagon there. The countryman was placing some brushwood across
the road.

"The blame bridge is busted down," said the farmer, "and I thought I
ought to put up some kind of a thing to warn folks of it."

"That is what we came for," answered Sam; and then he and his brother
related some of the particulars of what had occurred.

"Gee, shoo! You don't mean to tell me that one of them automobiles is
down in the river!" gasped the countryman. "I don't see nothin' of
it."

"It most be down on the bottom, close to where that end of the bridge
settled," answered Sam "I suppose there will be a job here for
somebody to haul it out."

"If they want a man for that, I'm the feller to do it," returned the
countryman. "Maybe I had better go down to the hotel and see about
it."

"Better wait till morning," suggested Tom. "The young man who owns the
machine can't see anyone now."

"All right, just as you say."

"Now that this bridge is down, how can we get over the river?" mused
Sam.

"Where do you want to go?"

"We were on our way to Hope Seminary. I suppose we can go around to
the Upper Road, but it will be four or five miles out of our way."

"It ain't necessary to go that far. You go down stream about half a
mile on the Craberry Road, and you can cross The Shallows."

"Isn't it too deep for an automobile?" questioned Tom.

"No, not now. It might be, though, in wet weather."

"I don't know about that," said Sam, and shook his head. "We don't
want any accident in the water, Tom."

"Oh, come ahead, we can try it, anyway," returned Tom, who, in spite
of the recent happenings, was as anxious as ever to get to the
seminary and see Nellie.

Leaving the countryman at his self-appointed task of putting a barrier
across the road--and he had said that he would also, get over to the
other side of the river somehow and put a barrier there--the Rover
boys swung around once again in their touring car, and headed for the
side road which had been mentioned to them. Soon they reached what was
known as "The Shallows," a spot where the river broadened out, and was
filled with loose stones and sandbars.

By the rays from the headlights, which they now turned on to their
fullest extent, the car was guided into the water. At the edge, they
saw several tracks made, undoubtedly, by wagons, and one track
evidently made by the anti-skid tires of an automobile.

"Well, if one auto got through, we ought to be able to make it,"
remarked Tom, grimly.

"Better take it on low gear," suggested his brother. "We can't see in
this water, and we may go down in a hole before we know it."

Slowly and cautiously, Tom guided the machine along, trying to keep as
much as possible to the high points of the various sandbars which ran
in a diagonal direction to the stream itself. Once or twice they
bumped over some rather large stones, and once they went into a hollow
which was somewhat deeper than expected, but, with it all, they
managed to keep the working parts of the car above the surface of the
stream, and inside of five minutes found themselves safe and sound on
the opposite shore, and headed for another side road which joined the
main highway less than a quarter of a mile beyond.

"I am mighty glad we are out of that," remarked Sam, as they left the
rather uneven side road and came out on the smooth highway. "I must
say, I don't like autoing in the water."

"Pooh, that wasn't so bad!" replied Tom. "But it would be, I think,
after a heavy storm, when the river was swollen. It must be getting
late," he added. "Better speed her up a little, or we'll get to Hope
just in time to say 'good-night,'" and he smiled grimly.

Fortunately for the boys, there was very little traveling that night.
They met but two wagons and one automobile; and these on straight
stretches of the road where there was little danger of collision. Tom
was now running at thirty-five to forty miles an hour, and this was
rather dangerous where the highway curved, and where what was ahead
was partly hidden by, trees and bushes.

"Here we are at last!" cried Tom, presently, as they came in sight of
Hope Seminary, a fine collection of buildings nestling in a pretty
grove of trees. All the dormitory windows showed lights, and there was
also a light in the reception parlor of the main building, for which
the lads were thankful.

"Give 'em the horn, Tom," suggested Sam.

"Sure! I was only waiting to get a little closer," was the answer, and
then, as the automobile turned into the seminary grounds and ran along
the road leading up to the main entrance, Tom sounded the horn in a
peculiar fashion, a signal which had been arranged between the boys
and the girls long before.

"Tom!"

"Sam!"

The cries came from two girls dressed in white, who had been seated on
a rustic bench near a small fountain. Now, as Tom brought the car to a
quick stop, the girls hurried forward.

"Hello, here we are again!" sang Tom, merrily, and leaping to the
ground he caught Nellie Laning by both hands. "How are you?"

"Oh, I am pretty well, Tom."

"And how are you, Grace?" came from Sam, as he, too, left the
automobile.

"Oh, Sam, I am so glad you have come!" cried Grace Laning. "Nellie and
I have been waiting for you."

"Well, we are glad we are here. We have had quite an adventure
to-night."

"Oh, did you have a breakdown?" questioned Grace, anxiously.

"No, but we had to go to the rescue of a fellow who ran into the
river."

"Oh, dear! Troubles never seem to come singly," sighed Nellie.

"What do you mean!" demanded Tom, quickly. "Is something wrong here?"

"Indeed there is, Tom!" answered Grace. And then, with a look at her
older sister, who had turned her face away, she continued: "I think it
is a shame! If it was not that it would make it look as if Nellie were
guilty, we would pack up at once and leave this place."

"Why, what do you mean?" came from both of the Rovers.

"Oh, Grace, perhaps you had better not tell them," cried Nellie, with
almost a sob.

"Nellie!" And now Tom caught the girl tightly in his arms. "What has
happened?"

"I--I--can't tell!" sobbed the girl. "Grace will tell you."

"I don't suppose it is necessary to go into all the details," said
Grace, "but the long and short of it is, that Nellie is suspected of
stealing a four-hundred-dollar diamond ring."

"What!" ejaculated Tom.

"It was this way, Tom," pursued Grace. "One of the teachers here, a
Miss Harrow, who assists the seminary management by keeping some of
the books, had a diamond ring said to be worth four hundred dollars
placed in her possession by a Miss Parsons, another teacher. It seems
that Miss Parsons had an eccentric old aunt, who wished to give the
seminary some money, and so turned over the ring, to be converted into
cash. This ring Miss Harrow left on her desk in the office. Nellie
went into the office to see the teacher, but finding no one there,
came away. Then Miss Harrow came back a few minutes later, and found
the diamond ring gone. She at once made inquiries, but as she could
find nobody who had been in the once after Nellie had left, she called
Nellie in and wanted her to tell what had become of the piece of
jewelry."

  CHAPTER IV

 A FOUR-HUNDRED-DOLLAR RING

"Did you see this ring, Nellie?" questioned Tom, after a painful
pause.

"Why, yes, it was lying in the middle of a flat-top desk," responded
the girl, wiping her eyes with her handkerchief.

"Didn't somebody go into the office after you were there?"

"I don't know, Tom. In fact, nobody seems to know."

"I was in the office with another girl about five minutes before
Nellie went there," came from Grace. "I saw the ring there, too, and I
thought it was very foolish to leave it so exposed. Why, anybody could
have run off with it."

"It certainly was careless," put in Sam.

"Miss Harrow said she was on the point of putting it in the safe when
she was called by 'phone to one of the other buildings. She had a
dispute to settle between some of the hired help, and she did not
think of the ring until some time later. Then, so she says, she rushed
back to the office to find it missing."

"Well, I think it is a shame that she accused Nellie," said Tom,
stoutly and with something of a savage look in his eyes. "Nellie, if I
were you, I wouldn't stand for it."

"She--she hasn't accused me, exactly," returned the suffering girl.
"But she intimated that I must have taken the ring, so it's just as
bad."

"What does the seminary management have to say about it?" asked Sam.

"They seem to think it lies between Nellie and the teacher," answered
Grace.

"In that case, how do we know the teacher didn't take the ring
herself?" broke in Tom, quickly.

"Oh, do you think that possible?" questioned Nellie, in surprise.

"It's more reasonable to think she took it than you did. Anyway, she
hasn't any right to accuse you," went on Tom, bluntly.

"As I said, Tom, she hasn't accused me--that is, openly; but I know
what she thinks, and I know what she will make others think," returned
Nellie. And now she showed signs of bursting into tears again. "Oh, I
feel as if I must pack up and go home!"

"Don't you do it, Nellie. That would make it look as if you were
guilty. You stay here and face the music." Then, as Nellie began to
cry again, Tom took her in his arms and held her tightly.

"Come on!" said Sam, in a low tone of voice. "I think some people at
the window are listening." And he led the way to a distant portion of
the seminary grounds. After that, Grace told all she knew of the
miserable affair, and Nellie related just how she had seen the diamond
ring on the teacher's desk.

"Was the window open at the time?" questioned the older Rover boy.

"If I remember rightly, the window was tight shut," replied Nellie.

"Yes, it was shut when I was in the office," put in Grace. "I have
been trying to think out some way by which the ring could have
disappeared, but without success."

The matter was talked over for some time, and then the girls
questioned the boys regarding the happening at the broken bridge.
Nellie, and Grace also, wanted to know the latest news from Dick and
Dora.

"So far as I know, Dora is in fine health and enjoying herself in the
city," said Tom. "But Dick is having his hands full, and I rather
think that, sooner or later, I'll have to pack up and go to his
assistance."

"Then you'll leave Brill for good?" questioned Nellie.

"I think so. I can't be breaking in on my college course every now and
then as I have been doing, and pass my examinations. More than that, I
begin to believe that I was not cut out for a college man. I am like
Dick; I prefer a business career rather than a professional one. It is
Sam who is going to make the learned one of the family."

"Oh, come now, Tom! Don't pile it on!" pleaded the younger brother.
And yet he looked greatly pleased; and Grace looked pleased, too.

"But if you leave Brill, you won't be able to get here very often,
Tom," remarked Nellie, wistfully.

"That is true. But if I have to go to New York, why can't you go,
too?"

"Oh, Tom!"

"Well, that is what Dora did when Dick gave up his college career. I
think the folks understand----"

Just then a bell in the tower of the main seminary building began to
clang loudly. At the first stroke both girls started.

"There goes the first bell!" cried Grace. "We must go."

"Oh, hang the bell!" muttered Tom, and then, as Grace ran towards the
building, with Sam beside her, he once more caught Nellie by the hand.

"Now say, Nellie, don't you think----"

"Oh, Tom, I must get in before the second bell rings!" pleaded Nellie.

"Yes, but won't you promise----"

"How can I promise anything, Tom, with this affair of the missing
ring----"

"Missing ring! You don't suppose for one minute that that is going to
make any difference to me, do you?"

"Oh, no, Tom. I know you too well for that." And now Nellie gave him a
look that thrilled him through and through. "But I think I ought to
clear my name before--before I do anything else."

"All right. I suppose it has got to be as you say," returned Tom,
hopelessly. "But listen! If they make any more trouble for you,
promise me that you will let me know."

"All right, Tom, I will." And then, after Tom had stolen a quick kiss,
Nellie hastened her steps, and a few seconds later she and her sister
disappeared within the building.

"Do you know what I'd like to do, Sam?" muttered Tom, as the brothers
turned away from the seminary grounds in the automobile. "I'd like to
wring that Miss Harrow's neck! What right has she to accuse Nellie?"

"No right at all, Tom. But one thing is certain, the ring must be
missing. I don't think that the teacher had anything to do with taking
it. They don't have that sort here."

"Possibly not. At the same time, to my mind it is far more reasonable
to suppose that she took it than that Nellie had anything to do with
it," declared Tom, stoutly.

"If the window was closed down, it seems to me that the ring must have
been taken by somebody in the building," pursued Sam, thoughtfully.
"Perhaps one of the hired help did it."

"Maybe." Tom gave a long sigh. "I certainly hope they clear the matter
up before long. I shall be very anxious to hear from the girls about
it."

As the young collegians had received permission to be out after hours,
they did not attempt to take the short cut through The Shallows on
returning to Brill. Instead, they went around by another road, over a
bridge that was perfectly safe.

"It's not so late, after all," remarked Sam, as they entered their
room. "Perhaps I had better, finish that theme."

"Oh, finish it in the morning," returned Tom, with a yawn. "You'll
feel brighter."

"All right," answered Sam, who felt sleepy himself; and a few minutes
later the brothers retired.

The next morning found Sam at work on the theme long before the hour
for breakfast. Tom was also up, and said he would take a walk around
the grounds to raise an appetite.

"As if you needed anything of that sort," grinned Sam. "The first
thing you know, you'll be eating so much that the college management
will be charging you double for board."

Down on the campus, Tom ran into Songbird, and, a few minutes later,
William Philander Tubbs. Songbird, as usual, had a pad and pencil in
his hand.

"Composing verses, I suppose," remarked Tom. "What have you got now?"

"Oh, it isn't so very much," returned Songbird, hesitatingly. "It's a
little poem I was writing about dogs."

"Dogs!" chimed in William Philander. "My gracious me! What sort of
poetry can you get up about dogs? I must confess, I don't like them.
Unless, of course, they are the nice little lap-dog kind."

"This isn't about a lap-dog, exactly," returned Songbird. "It's about
a watchdog."

"Um! By the way, Songbird, haven't the Sandersons a new watchdog?"

"Yes." And now Songbird reddened a little.

"Well, let us have the poem, anyway. I love dogs, and some poetry
about them ought to run along pretty good."

Thereupon, rather hesitatingly, Songbird held up his writing-pad and
read the following:

  "The sun sinks low far in the west--
      The farmer plodeth home to rest,
   The watchdog, watching in the night,
      Assures him ev'ry thing is right."

"Fine!" cried Tom. "Real, dyed-in-the-wool poetry that, Songbird. Give
us some more." And then the would-be poet continued:

   "The sun comes up and it is morn,
      The farmer goes to plow his corn,
   The watchdog, watching through the day,
      Keeps ev'ry tramp and thief away."

   And be it night or be it day----"

  "The watchdog's there, and there to stay!"

continued Tom, and then on:

  "The watchdog, watching in his sleep,
      Catches each flea and makes him weep!"

"Catching fleas indeed!" interrupted Songbird. "Now, Tom, I didn't
have any fleas in this poem."

"But all dogs have fleas, Songbird--they own them naturally. You
wouldn't deprive a poor, innocent dog of his inheritance, would you?"

"But, Tom, see here----"

"But I wanted to say the poem couldn't be better," went on the
fun-loving Rover. "Why don't you send it to some of the dog journals?
They would be sure to print it."

"Dog journals?" snorted the would-be poet. "Do you think I write for
such a class of publications as that?"

"Well, you might do worse," responded Tom, coolly. "Now, for a
first-class journal, they ought to pay you at least a dollar a foot."

"Oh, Tom, you are the worst ever!" murmured Songbird, as he turned
away. A few minutes later, Tom saw him sit down on a bench to compose
verses as industriously as ever.

"I think I must be going," said William Philander, who had listened to
Songbird's effort without making any comment.

"Wait a minute, my dear Billy, I want----"

"Now, Tom, please don't call me Billy," pleaded the dudish student.

"Oh, all right, Philly. I was just going to say----"

"Now, Tom, Philly is just as bad as Billy, if not worse. You know my
name well enough."

"All right, Tubblets. If you prefer any such handle to the tub, why
I----"

"Tom, if you are going to talk that way, I'll really have to leave
you, don't you know," cried William Philander. "I am not going to
stand for it any longer. I have told you at least a hundred times----"

"No, not a hundred times, not more than sixty-eight times at the
most," interrupted Tom.

"Well, I've told you enough times, anyway, Tom. So if you----"

"Don't say another word, or you'll make me weep," said Tom, and drew
down his face soberly. "Why, my dear fellow, I wouldn't hurt your
feelings, not for the world and a big red apple thrown in. But what I
was going to say was this: Are you going to play on our baseball team
this Spring? Somebody said you were going to pitch for us," and Tom
looked very much in earnest.

"Me pitch for you?" queried William Philander. "Why, who told you such
a story as that?"

"It's all over college, Tubbs, all over college. You must be
practicing pitching in private."

"But I don't know a thing about pitching. In fact, I don't know much
about baseball," pleaded the dudish student.

"Oh, come now, Tubbs--you can't fool me. Most likely you have been
practicing in private, and when you come out on the diamond you will
astonish everybody. Well, I am glad to know that Brill College is
really to have a first-class pitcher at last. We need it if we are
going to win any baseball games.

"Now, Tom, I tell you that I don't know----"

"Oh, you can't fool me, William," declared Tom, positively. "I got the
information straight, and I know it is absolutely correct. You are
booked as the head pitcher for Brill this season." And thus speaking,
Tom turned on his heel and walked off, leaving William Philander Tubbs
much perplexed.




CHAPTER V

THREE LETTERS


A new idea had entered Tom's mind, and he lost no time in carrying it
out. Meeting Bob Grimes and Stanley Browne, he drew them quickly to
one side and mentioned the talk he had had with William Philander.

"Now, carry it along," he concluded. "If you do it properly, we'll
have a barrel of fun out of it."

"Right you are!" returned Bob, and Stanley winked knowingly. Then Tom
hurried off, to interview several others of the students, principally
those who were interested in the Brill baseball nine.

Just before the bell rang for breakfast, William Philander found
himself confronted by Bob, who shook hands cordially. "This is the
best news yet, William," said the baseball leader, heartily. "I have
been wondering what we were going to do for a pitcher this season."

"Yes, it's all to the merry," put in Stanley, who had come up with
Bob. "But tell us privately, William, are you going to depend on a
straight ball and speed, or are you going to give them some curves and
fadeaways?"

"Now, see here!" spluttered the dudish student. "I am not a baseball
pitcher, and I want you to----"

"Oh, William, don't try that game on us! '" burst out Stanley. "We
know that you have been practicing pitching for the past two months;
that you took lessons from one of the greatest ball twirlers in the
Western League. Of course, we understand that you wanted to surprise
us; and I must confess, it is a surprise."

"But a mighty agreeable one," came from Spud, who had joined the
crowd, while Tom hovered behind William Philander, grinning broadly
over what was taking place. "Brill has wanted a really great pitcher
for years. Of course, we have won some victories with ordinary
pitchers, but the moment I heard that you had taken to twirling the
sphere, I said to all my friends; 'This is the year that Brill is
going to come out on top.' My dear Tubbs, I think we ought to get down
on our knees, and thank you for doing this much for our college. I am
sure the board of directors, when they hear of this, will certainly
give you a vote of thanks, because success in baseball and other
athletic sports is what makes a college in these days. And you are
taking up the sport in such a thoroughly systematic manner."

"Oh, my dear fellow!" pleaded William Philander, frantically. "This is
all some dreadful mistake, don't you know. How it came about, I can't
imagine, but I haven't----"

"It's no use, fellows. He simply won't acknowledge it yet," broke in
another student.

"We'll have to wait until he comes out on the diamond in his new
uniform," added still another.

"Anyway, William, you might tell us whether you are going to use a
straight ball or a curve and the fadeaway," pleaded Stanley.

"He is going to keep that a secret, so as to fool our opponents,"
broke in Tom. "And he'll fool them all right enough, you can depend on
W. P. Tubbs every time."

"Three cheers for W. P.!" cried Spud. "Now, then, boys, altogether: W.
P., the champion pitcher of Brill College!"

A cheer and a yell rent the air, and brought a great number of other
students to that part of the campus. In a twinkling, William Philander
was completely surrounded.

"What's it all about?"

"Is it a fight?"

"Who are they cheering?"

"It's all about Mr. W. P. Tubbs, Esq.," cried Tom, loudly. "Our new,
double back-action, warranted, baseball twirler; the man who is going
to shoot 'em over the plate in such a marvelous fashion that our
rivals will go down and out in one, two, three order."

At his announcement, a great hubbub arose on all sides.

"Tubbs! is he a baseball pitcher?"

"I didn't know he knew a thing about baseball."

"That dude launching a fadeaway? That gets me!"

"Where did he learn to pitch?"

"Who put him on the team?"

"Say, Tubbs, explain this, won't you?" This last remark came from four
students in unison.

"You let me out of this!" cried the dudish student in despair. "It's
all some horrid joke! I am not going to pitch! I don't know anything
about pitching! I don't know hardly anything about baseball! I don't
want to play! Why, when a fellow falls down running around the bases,
he is apt to get all dirty! You let me out of this!" And so speaking,
William Philander Tubbs pushed his way out of the crowd, and fairly
ran for the nearest of the school buildings.

"I guess that will hold W. P. for a while," was Tom's comment, as the
tall student vanished.

"Good joke, Tom!" returned Bob.

"What's the matter with keeping it up?" added Spud. "Don't let him
know the truth. Maybe some day we can drag him out on the diamond."

"All right," answered Tom. "I'll do it;" and then, as the bell rang
for breakfast, all of the students hurried inside.

Some days passed, and during that time the Rover boys waited anxiously
for some news from their brother Dick, and also for word from Hope
Seminary. In the meantime, the lads had settled down to the usual
grind of college life, and were doing as well as could be expected
considering the interruptions their studies had suffered.

The Rover boys had already learned that the bridge across the Paxton
River had been repaired. The automobile, which had gone into the
stream, had been found intact, only needing some cleaning to make it
once more useable. It had been taken to the hotel garage. The young
man, who had been thrown into the stream at the time, was still in bed
under the doctor's care. Evidently, the shock to his system had been
more severe than had been at first supposed.

"Letters at last!" cried Tom, on the third morning, as he came in,
holding up several epistles. One was from Grace, another from Nellie,
and still a third from Dick.

As might have been expected, the boys opened the letters from the
girls first.

"Nothing new in this," remarked Tom, somewhat disappointedly, after
having read what Nellie had written. "She says that the diamond ring
has not yet been found, and that everything is at a standstill
concerning it."

"Grace says practically the same thing," returned Sam. "She adds that
Nellie is very much downcast, and she thinks that, while her friends
all stand by her, some of the girls are giving her the cold shoulder."

"It's an outrage! Oh, Sam, I wish I could do something!" And unable to
control his feelings, Tom clenched his hands and began to pace the
floor.

"It certainly is the meanest thing I ever heard of, Tom. But I don't
see what we can do. In fact, I don't see what anybody can do. The
seminary management must have made a thorough investigation, and if
they haven't discovered anything, I don't see how an outsider can
solve the mystery."

"Maybe they ought to shadow some of the hired help, or something like
that."

"They may be doing that, Tom. They certainly won't let a
four-hundred-dollar ring get away from them without making the biggest
kind of an effort to find out where it went. But open that letter from
Dick, and see what he has to say."

The communication was torn open, and Tom glanced over it hastily.

"Here's a surprise, Sam," he cried. "Well, what do you know about
this!" And he read as follows:

  "I have something of a surprise for you. In coming to a settlement
  with Pelter, Japson & Company, they notified me that they were
  going out of business in New York City. Pelter claims that our
  exposing the firm practically ruined them, and at the present time
  there is still due father a matter of about fifteen hundred
  dollars, which they seem unable to pay. Both Pelter and Japson have
  offered to turn over to us the entire contents of their offices in
  Wall Street, along with their lease. I don't think the outfit is
  worth the fifteen hundred dollars, but when you can't get all that
  is coming to you, the next best thing is to take what you can get.
  I am writing to father about this, and if he agrees with me, I
  shall take the lease of the offices, and also the outfit, which
  includes several desks, chairs, a safe and a filing cabinet. Pelter
  says the outfit was new two years ago, so that it is in quite good
  condition.

  "Dora sends her best regards. As you know, we are now installed in
  our suite at the Outlook Hotel, and she spends quite some of her
  time shopping and looking around the city. I have gone out with her
  a few times, but spend most of my time in straightening out these
  financial matters, and in taking care of father's other
  investments. Mr. Powell, the lawyer, is assisting me to unravel the
  tangle, but it is hard work, and I often wish that one or both of
  you were here to help me. Remember me to all the boys and likewise
  to Grace and Nellie.

  "By the way, I understand that Josiah Crabtree is soon to leave the
  hospital. His leg was so badly broken that he will have to walk
  with either a crutch or a couple of canes. In one way, I feel sorry
  for the old fellow, but he brought the accident on himself. What a
  shame that a man with his education couldn't have remained honest
  and straightforward.

  "As I said above, Pelter, Japson & Company, are going to give up
  business here. Just the same, I don't like Pelter's actions at all.
  I think he is a bad one through and through--much worse than
  Japson--who is more weak than wicked. I am going to keep my eyes
  open whenever Pelter is around."

Both boys read this communication from Dick with deep interest. Then
Sam read the letter a second time and looked thoughtfully at Tom.

"I don't think Dick is having any easy time of it," was his sober
comment.

"Just what I have been thinking all along, Sam. When Dick says he
wishes he had one or both of us with him, he means it. Just as soon as
the college term comes to a close, I am going to New York."

"Well, I'll go with you," returned Sam. "I did think we might go on
some kind of an outing during July and August, but it wouldn't be fair
to take the time off and leave Dick at the grind alone."

"Of course, I think we ought to go home first," continued Tom, after a
pause. "The folks will want to see us, and, besides, we will want to
talk matters over with dad, and also with Uncle Randolph. They may
want to tell us something about the business."

"Do you think that Uncle Randolph had much money invested with
father?"

"I don't know exactly what to think, Sam. Uncle Randolph is very
peculiar, and since father has been sick again, he has not wanted to
talk matters over very much. We will have to be careful of what we say
when we get home. It won't do, so the doctor said, to excite him too
much."

"Oh, I know that as well as you do. In fact, it might be best not to
mention business to dad at all. You must remember that this is the
third breakdown he has had since we came to Brill, and another such
turn might prove serious."

"Oh, don't talk like that! It makes me shiver to think of it. What in
the world would we do if anything happened to poor, dear dad!"

"If only Uncle Randolph was more of a business man, he might go to New
York and help Dick; but you know how he is all wrapped up in what he
calls 'scientific farming.' Of course, it doesn't amount to a hill of
beans, but he thinks it does, and he spends a great deal of money on
it that might be put to better usage."

"Well, it's his own money, you must remember, and he has a right to do
what he pleases with it. But for gracious sake! don't get him to go to
New York. It would only mix up matters worse than ever. Dick would not
only have to take care of the business, but he would also have to take
care of Uncle Randolph. Besides, it wouldn't be fair to leave Aunt
Martha to look after dad, alone." And there, for the time being, the
talk on personal matters came to an end.




CHAPTER VI

BASEBALL TALK


With so many other affairs to claim our attention, I have purposely
avoided going into the details of the baseball season at Brill that
year. As my old readers know, the college had a baseball nine and a
football eleven, and both had, at various times, done well at one
sport or the other.

This particular year, baseball matters had not gone as well as had
been expected. In the first place, several of the best players on the
nine had graduated the year before and left the college. Then had come
a long wet spell, during which time only some indoor practice in the
gymnasium could be attempted. Thus, at the opening of the season, the
nine possessed four players who had hitherto played only on the scrub,
and the whole team lacked the practice that was essential to success.
The most serious loss was in the battery, both the pitcher and catcher
of the year previous having left the college. Bob Grimes, who played
at shortstop, was the captain, and after a good many tryouts, he had
put Spud Jackson in as catcher. For pitcher, there were three
candidates: a lad named Bill Harney, who was a tall junior; a much
smaller chap who had come from Yale, named Dare Phelps; and Tom, who
had been pushed forward by a number of his friends. Tom had thought to
pay strict attention to his studies for the remainder of the term, but
finally agreed to accept the position if it was offered to him.

"I think you are going to make it, Tom," said Songbird one day after
Tom had been pitching on the regular team against Bill Harney, who had
been pitching on the scrub. Tom had managed to hold the scrub down to
three hits, while Harney had allowed fourteen hits, one of which had
been turned by the batter into a home run.

"Oh, I don't know about that," replied Tom. "Harney isn't so bad. He
had a little ill luck to-day, that's all. And then, don't forget
Phelps."

"I'm not forgetting either of them. Just the same, I think you are
going to make the nine."

The next day, Tom was put in as pitcher on the scrub, while Dare
Phelps occupied the box for the regular nine. For the first six
innings, it was a nip-and-tuck battle between the two pitchers. But
from that time on, Dare Phelps seemed to go to pieces, while Tom
struck out man after man. As a result, the score at the end of the
game stood 4 to 10 in favor of the scrub.

"Tom, I think that settles it!" cried his brother, as he rushed up and
took the other by the shoulder. "You certainly held them down in great
shape."

"And say, didn't the scrub bang Phelps all over the diamond!" broke in
another student. "My, he must feel pretty sore!" And evidently this
was true, because a minute later Dare Phelps left the diamond and
disappeared from view. Nearly everybody in the college had watched the
games between the scrub and the regular nine; and that night the
concensus of opinion seemed to be that Tom ought to pitch for the
regular team.

"You'll have to do it, Tom," said Bob Grimes, when he called on the
older Rover in the morning. "Phelps acknowledges that you are a better
pitcher than he is, and I think Bill Harney will have to do the same."

"Better wait and see how I pitch in one of the regular games,"
returned Tom, modestly. "For all you know, I may go to pieces."

"Nonsense, Tom! I know you too well for that," and Bob grinned
broadly. "We'll show Roxley College this year what we can do."

Every year there were two contests between Brill and Roxley, a rival
college located some miles away. One contest was at baseball, and the
other football. During the past Fall, Roxley had suffered its second
defeat on the gridiron at the hands of Brill. But the Spring previous,
its baseball nine had literally "wiped up the diamond" with Brill by a
score of 6 to 0. My, readers can, therefore, well imagine how anxious
the baseball management was to win the game scheduled to come off in
about a week.

Since returning to college from his trip to New York, and then the
longer trip to Alaska, Sam had given almost his entire time to his
studies. He was quite a baseball player, but he felt that to play on
the regular team would take too much of his time.

"If you are going to leave college this June, it won't make so much
difference whether you pass with flying colors or not, Tom," he said.
"But if I am to return in the Fall, I want to make sure that I am not
going to do so under conditions."

"But, Sam, I don't see why you can't play a game or two," persisted
Tom. "It doesn't seem natural for you to keep out of it altogether."

"Well, I have played some on the scrub."

"Oh, I know, but that isn't like going in for the regular thing. You
could be on the regular team if you really wanted to."

This matter was talked over several times, but Sam refused to be
entirely persuaded. He, however, finally agreed to go on the bench as
a substitute, provided Bob would not ask him to play any inside
position. By a toss-up, it had been decided that the game should take
place on the Roxley grounds. As a consequence, the boys of Brill and
their friends would have to go to the other college either by train
from Ashton, or in automobiles or some other kinds of conveyances.

"Of course, we'll take the girls, Tom," said Sam, in talking the
matter over. "We can go over to Hope in the auto for them, and I think
it would be nice if we took Songbird along and stopped at the
Sanderson cottage for Minnie."

"All right, that suits me," replied Tom, "Let us ask Songbird about
it."

Of course the would-be poet was delighted, and he at once sent a note
to Minnie, asking her to be ready when the auto arrived. The girls at
Hope were communicated with over the telephone.

"I'm afraid it's going to rain," said Spud, on the evening before the
great game was to take place. And Spud was right. By nine o'clock it
was raining steadily.

"Just our confounded luck!" muttered Songbird, as he paced up and down
the room which he and half a dozen others were occupying. "Now, I
suppose that game and our nice auto ride will be all knocked in the
head."

"Don't worry so early," returned Sam, cheerfully. "I don't think this
is anything more than a shower, and we need that to lay the dust." Sam
proved to be right, for before some of the boys retired, the rain had
stopped coming down, and one by one the stars began to appear. In the
morning, the sun came up as bright as ever, and by ten o'clock the
ground was as dry as any one could wish. The day was a Saturday, and,
of course, a holiday both at Brill and Roxley. By eleven o'clock, a
carryall had taken a large number of the students to Ashton, where
they were to take a special train for Roxley. All of the automobiles
at Brill were in use, and with them all of the turnouts that could be
hired in the vicinity.

"No time to spare!" sang out Tom, as he ran the automobile up to the
college steps.

"I am ready," said Sam, who had a dresssuit case with Tom's uniform
and his own in it.

"Where is Songbird?"

"I don't know, I thought he was with you."

"Here I am!" came the cry, and the would-be poet of the college came
rushing across the campus. He was dressed in his very best suit, and
wore a rose in his buttonhole.

"Wait! I almost forgot the horns!" cried Sam, and he darted back into
the building, to reappear a few seconds later with several long tin
horns. Into the automobile piled the boys, and then, with a loud
sounding of the horn, Tom turned on the power, and the machine started
off in the direction of Hope, soon reaching the spot where the
automobile had gone into the river.

"That poor chap didn't hurt his machine much, so I have heard,"
remarked Sam, as they bowled along over the bridge. "But, I think it
might have been better if he had come out of it scott free, and the
auto had gone to pieces."

"We ought to call on him, Sam," returned Tom. "I would like to find
out whether or not he is related to Jesse Pelter."

"Oh, don't bother about that to-day. Let your mind rest on the
game--and the girls," and Sam grinned faintly.

The run to the seminary did not take long. The Laning girls stood
waiting on the porch, and once they were in the car, the machine was
headed in the direction of the Sanderson cottage.

Nellie occupied the front seat with Tom, while Sam was in the tonneau
with Grace and Songbird. The younger girl was in her usual happy mood,
but Nellie's face showed worriment.

"Have you heard anything more about the missing ring?" questioned Tom,
while on the way to the Sanderson farmhouse.

"Not a thing, Tom," answered Nellie, soberly.

"Of course they have questioned the hired help?"

"Yes. And they have also questioned a number of the teachers and the
students."

"Has Miss Harrow said anything more about it to you?"

"No, but every time we meet, she gives me such a cold look that it
fairly makes me shiver. Oh, Tom, sometimes I don't know how I am going
to stand it!" And now the girl showed signs of breaking down.

"There, there! Don't think about it any more, Nellie--at least, for
to-day. Think of the jolly good time we are going to have and how we
are going to defeat Roxley."

"Do you think Brill will win, Tom? I heard some of the girls at Hope
say that they were sure Roxley would come out ahead. They said they
have an unusually strong nine this year, and that they have already
won some games from the strongest nines around here."

"Well, that is true. Nevertheless, we hope to come out ahead."

"Sure we'll come out ahead!" cried Songbird. "With Tom in the box it's
a cinch."

"Just what I say," broke in Sam. "Tom has got some curves that are
bound to fool them."

In order to make time, Tom had put on nearly all the speed of which
the car was capable, and in a short while they came in sight of the
Sanderson farm. Mr. Sanderson was at work in an apple orchard near by,
and waved his hand to them as the machine drew up to the horse-block.

"Better come along," sang out Sam, gaily.

"I wouldn't mind a-seein' the game," returned the old farmer. "But
I've promised to pick these early apples and ship 'em. I wish you boys
luck." And then he brought over a pail full of apples, and dumped them
in the tonneau of the car. Minnie, looking as fresh and sweet as ever,
was on the piazza, and when the car stopped she hurried down the
garden walk. Songbird leaped out and helped her in beside Grace,
shaking hands at the same time.

"Good gracious, Pa! how could you do so?" said Minnie, reproachfully,
as she stepped between the apples.

"Oh, I thought as how ye might git hungry on th' way," returned Mr.
Sanderson, with a broad grin. "If ye don't want to eat them, you feed
your hosses on 'em." And he laughed at his little' joke.

"We'll eat them fast enough don't worry," cried Sam, and then, with a
toot of the horn, the automobile proceeded on its way to Roxley.




CHAPTER VII

THE GREAT BASEBALL GAME


"Some crowd, this!"

"Well, I should say so! Say, this is the biggest crowd we ever had at
any game."

"And look at the new grandstand, all decked out in flags and banners!"

"And look at the automobiles! We'll have to hurry up, or all the
parking space will be gone."

"Hurrah, Brill! Come down here to see us defeat you, eh?" And a merry
looking student, wearing the colors of Roxley on his cap, and waving a
Roxley banner in his hand, grinned broadly at Tom and the others.

"No, we came to bury you," retorted Sam. "It's all over but the
shouting." And then he took up one of the horns he had brought, and
sounded it loudly.

"Better let me take the car to the other end of the grounds,"
suggested Songbird. "You fellows will want to get into your uniforms
and into practice."

"Oh, we want to get good seats for the girls first," broke in Tom. "It
won't take long to park the machine."

In a moment more, they found themselves in a perfect jam of touring
cars, motor cycles, and carriages. Finding a suitable spot, Tom
brought the touring car to a standstill, turned off the power, and
placed the starting plug in his pocket. Then the entire party made its
way as rapidly as possible to the grandstand, one-half of which had
been reserved for the students of Brill and their friends. Here
Songbird took charge of matters.

"Just leave it all to me," he said. "You fellows go in and win."

"Yes, you must win, by all means, Tom!" cried Nellie. "Just remember
that I've got my eye on you."

"Yes, we all want you to win," came from Minnie Sanderson. "I am going
to root--isn't that the right word?--for all I know how."

"That's the word!" cried Sam. "I declare, before you get through,
you'll be a regular baseball fan!" And at this sally there was a
general laugh.

Tom and Sam would have liked it had they been able to stay with the
girls longer, but the other members of the team were already in the
dressing room, donning their uniforms, and thither the Rovers made
their way. A short while later, the word was passed around, and the
Brill team marched out on the grounds for practice; even Sam, as a
substitute, taking part. Evidently, the outsiders living in that
vicinity were of the opinion that the game would be well worth seeing,
for long after the grandstand and the bleachers were filled, the crowd
kept coming in the several gates.

"My, but this is going to be the banner game so far as attendance
goes," remarked Sam to Bob.

"Yes, and it will bring us in a neat bit of money," returned the Brill
captain.

"How are they going to divide this year?"

"One-third and two-thirds," returned Bob; meaning thereby that the
winning team would take two-thirds of the receipts, and the losing
team the remaining third. This money, of course, did not go to the
individual players, but was put into the general athletic fund of each
college.

Roxley won the toss, and as a consequence, Brill went to bat first. As
the first man took his position, there were cries of all sorts,
mingled with the tooting of many horns and the sounds of numerous
rattles.

"Now then, Brill, show 'em what you can do!"

"Knock a home run first thing!"

"Don't let 'em see first, Roxley! Kill 'em at the plate!"

The Roxley pitcher took his position, wound up; and the ball came in
quickly.

"Ball one."

"That's right! Make him give you a good one."

Again the ball came in, and this time, as it was a fairly good one,
the batter swung for it, and missed.

"Strike one."

"That's the talk, give him another like that, Carson!"

Again the ball came whizzing over the plate. The batsman struck it
fairly, and it sailed down toward second base. The runner was off like
a shot, but it availed him nothing. The second baseman caught the fly
with ease.

"Hurray! One down! Now for the other two!"

The second man at the bat went out in one-two-three order. Then the
third player up knocked a short fly to first.

"Three out. That's the way to do it, Roxley!"

"Now, for a few runs!"

It must be confessed that Tom was a trifle nervous when he took the
ball and walked down to the box. The eyes of over twelve hundred
spectators were on him, and those included the eyes of the girl he
thought the dearest in all the world. He gave a short sigh, and then
suddenly braced up. "I've got to do it," he muttered to himself. "I've
simply got to!"

As was to be expected, Roxley had its best batters on the top of the
list. The first fellow to face Tom was a hitter well-known for his
prowess. As Tom had heard that this man loved a low ball, he purposely
sent in the sphere rather high.

"One ball."

"That's right, Clink! Make him give you what you want."

The next ball was intended for an out-curve, but, somehow, Tom missed
it, and it came in fairly over the plate. Crack! The bat connected
with it, and away the sphere sailed to center field.

"Run, run!" The cry echoed from all sides, and, almost in a twinkling,
Clink was down to first, and racing for second. Then, feeling that he
had time to go further, he bounded onward, and slid safely to third.

"That's the way to do it! Look, a three-bagger!"

"Hurray! We've got them on the run; keep it up, boys!" And then the
air was rent with the noise of horns and rattles.

"Steady, Tom, steady," whispered Bob, as he walked toward the pitcher.
"Don't let them rattle you; take your time."

"They are not going to rattle me," returned Tom, and set his teeth
hard. He faced the new batsman, and then, of a sudden, twirled around
and sent the ball whizzing to third.

"Look out! look out!" yelled the coach at third, and Clink dropped and
grabbed the sack just in the nick of time. Then Tom went for the
batter. One strike was called, and then two balls, and then another
strike, and a ball.

"Don't walk him, Tom, whatever you do," said Spud, as he came down to
consult with the pitcher.

"All right. What do you think I ought to give him?"

"Try him on an in-shoot."

Once again, Tom sent the ball over to third, almost catching Clink
napping as before. Then, the instant he had the sphere once more in
his possession, he sent it swiftly in over the plate.

"Three strikes! Batter out!"

"Good for you, Rover! That's the way to do it!"

"Now kill the other two, Tom!"

But to "kill the other two" was not so easy. The next man went out on
a pop fly to third, which held Clink where he was. Following that came
a safe hit which took the batter to first and allowed Clink to slide
in with the first run. For the moment pandemonium seemed to break
loose. The Roxley cohorts cheered wildly and sounded their horns and
rattles. Brill, of course, had nothing to say.

"Oh, Songbird, they got in a run!" remarked Nellie, much dismayed.

"Well, the game is young yet," returned the Brill student.
Nevertheless, he felt much crestfallen to think that Roxley had scored
first.

With one run in, and a man on first, Roxley went to the bat with more
confidence than ever. But it availed nothing, for Tom finished the
inning with the Roxley runner getting no further than second.

"Now, boys, we've got to do something," said the Brill captain, when
the nine came in. "Two runs at least, and three if we can possibly get
them."

"What's the matter with half a dozen, while we are at it?" laughed the
second baseman.

"All right. As many as you please," returned Bob.

But it was not to be. With all her efforts, Brill managed, during this
inning, to get no further than third. Tom came in for a try at the
bat, but the best he could do was to send up a little pop fly that the
rival pitcher gathered in with ease. Then Roxley came in once more,
and added another run to her credit.

"Hurrah for Roxley! That makes it two to nothing!"

There were looks of grim determination on the faces of the Brill
players when they went to the plate for the third time. The first man
up was struck out, but the second sent a clean drive to left field
that was good for two bases. Then came a sacrifice hit by Spud, that
advanced the runner to third, and on another one-base hit, this run
came in amid a wild cheering by the Brill followers.

"Hurrah! One run in! Now, boys, you've broken the ice, keep it up!"
And then the horns and rattles of the Brillites sounded as loudly as
had those of the Roxley followers a short while before.

But, alas! for the hopes of our friends! The only other run made that
inning was a third by Roxley!

During the fourth inning, Roxley added another run to her score. Brill
did nothing, so that the score now stood 4 to 1 in favor of Roxley.
The fifth inning was a stand-off, neither side scoring. Then came the
sixth, in which Frank Holden, the first baseman, distinguished himself
by rapping out a three-bagger, coming in a few seconds later on a hit
by the man following him.

"Up-hill work, and no mistake!" said the Brill captain, when the team
had come in for the seventh inning.

"See here, Bob, if you think you would rather try some of the other
pitchers----" began Tom.

"Nothing of the sort, old man. You are doing very well. I don't
consider four runs against two any great lead. And you haven't walked
as many men as their pitcher."

The seventh inning brought no change in the score. But in the eighth,
Roxley added another run, bringing her total up to five.

"Looks kind of bad," said Sam, to another substitute on the bench.
"Five to two, and the ninth inning. We've got to play some if we want
to beat them."

"Sam, I want you!" cried Bob, coming up. "Felder has twisted his foot,
and you will have to take his place in left field."

"Am I to bat in his place?" questioned the youngest Rover.

"Yes."

"All right. I'll do the best I can."

There was silence around the grounds when the Brill team came to the
bat. With the score 5 to 2 in favor of Roxley, it looked rather
dubious for the visitors. Some of the onlookers, thinking the game
practically over, started towards the gates, and the carriages and
automobiles. The first man up was the captain, and he walked to the
plate with a "do or die" look on his face.

"Now, Bob, lam it out for all you are worth!" shouted one of his
admirers.

The first ball sent in was too low, and Bob let it pass him; but the
second was just where he wanted it. The bat swung around like
lightning, and, following a loud crack, the sphere sailed off towards
left field.

"Run, Bob, run!" yelled a great number of his friends, and the captain
let go all the speed that was in him. When the ball finally reached
the diamond, it found Bob safe on third.

"That's the way to open up! Now, then, bring him in!"

This was not so easy. The batter up tried a sacrifice hit, but the
ball rolled down well towards the pitcher, who landed it at first in a
twinkling. Bob attempted to get home, but then thought better of it,
and slid back to third. The next batter up was Sam. He had with him
his favorite ash stick, and, as he stepped behind the plate, he
gritted his teeth and eyed the pitcher closely.

Carson had been practicing on what he called a fadeaway ball, and now
he thought this would be just the right thing to offer Sam. He wound
up with a great flourish, and sent the sphere in.

Sam was on his guard, and calculated just right. His bat came around
in a clean sweep, and on the instant the ball was flying down towards
deep center.

"My! look at that!"

"Run, Rover, run!"

No sooner had the ball connected with the bat, than Bob, at third, was
on his way home. He reached the plate before Sam touched first. Then
Sam, skirting the initial bag, tore straight for second, and then for
third. In the meantime, the fielder was still running after the ball.
As Sam started for home, the fielder managed to capture the sphere,
and threw it with all his skill to the second baseman.

"Run, Sam, run!" yelled Tom, fairly dancing up and down in his
anxiety. "Leg it, old man, leg it!"

And certainly Sam did "leg it" as he never had before. Straight for
the home plate he came, and slid in amid a cloud of dust, just before
the ball came up from the field.

"Hurrah! hurrah! a home run!"

"Now, boys, we've started the ball rolling," cried out Bob. "Remember,
only one more run ties the score."




CHAPTER VIII

HOW THE GAME ENDED


The next batter up was plainly nervous. He had two strikes called on
him, and then he knocked a small foul, which was quickly gathered in
by the third baseman. Then Tom came to the bat, and was lucky enough
to make a clean one-base hit. After that, came several base hits in
rapid succession. These brought in not only Tom, but also the man
behind him. Then came a bad fumble on the part of the Roxley
shortstop, and, as a result, another run was put up to the credit of
Brill.

"Seven runs. That's going some!"

"I guess this is Brill's game, after all."

"Make it a round dozen while you're at it, boys."

But this was not to be. The hits for Brill had evidently come to an
end, and the side retired with seven runs to its credit.

"Now, Tom, hold them down if you possibly can," said Bob, as his team
took the field.

"I'll do my level best, Bob," was the reply.

With the score five to seven against them, Roxley put in a
pinch hitter by the name of Bixby. This player certainly made good,
getting a three-base hit with apparent ease. Then followed an out, and
then another base hit, bringing in Bixby's run. Then followed some
ragged play on the part of Bob and his second and third basemen, which
put out one man, but evened up the score, 7 to 7.

With two men out, and the score a tie, it was certainly a delicate
position for Tom.

"Tom, hold them! please hold them!" pleaded Bob, as he came up. "Don't
let them get as far as first if you can help it."

The batter to face Tom was a fairly good one, but the young pitcher
remembered that this fellow had always struck at balls which were both
high and far out. Accordingly, he fed him only those which were low
and well in, "One strike!"

"That's it, Tom! Keep it up!"

Again Tom wound up, and the ball shot over the plate. This time the
batsman swung for it, but failed to connect.

"Strike two!"

"Good boy, Tom, that's the way to do it!"

"Be careful, Billy, make him give you just what you want!"

Once again Tom wound up, and this time sent the ball in with all the
speed that was left to him. Again the bat came around.

"Strike three! Batter out!"

A wild yell arose. Here was the end of the ninth inning, and the game
was a tie!

"Oh, Songbird! do you think Brill will win?" exclaimed Grace,
anxiously.

"I certainly hope so. We've pulled up pretty well. We had only two
runs when they had five, remember."

"Hasn't Tom pitched pretty well?" questioned Minnie.

"Sure, he has! Those Roxley fellows are great batters. More than once
they have knocked a pitcher clean out of the box."

"Oh, I certainly hope Brill wins," murmured Nellie.

There was an intense silence when the tenth inning opened. Frank came
to the bat first, and knocked a little one, but managed to reach
first. Then, on a sacrifice hit, he advanced to second. Following
that, came a wild throw by the Roxley pitcher, and Frank dusted as
fast as he could for third.

"Now, Carson, hold him!" yelled a number of the Roxley followers to
their pitcher. "Don't let him get in!"

Carson did his best, but with two strikes called on the batter, there
came a neat little one-base hit, and, amid a wild cheering and a grand
tooting of horns and sounding of rattles, Frank slid in to the home
plate.

"Hurrah! hurrah! that makes the score eight to seven!"

"Keep it up, boys! You've got 'em going."

But that was the end of the run making for Brill. The next man was put
out with ease, and the side retired with the score reading: Roxley--7,
Brill--8.

"Now, if we can only hold them," was Spud's comment, as he glanced at
Bob and then at Tom. "How about it?" he demanded, of the pitcher.

"I'll do what I can," was Tom's simple answer.

Nearly all the spectators in the grandstand and on the bleachers were
now on their feet. All sorts of cries and suggestions rent the air.
Amid this great hubbub, the Brill nine took their positions, Sam going
down to left field as directed by Bob.

Tom was a trifle pale as he faced the first batter, but, if he was
nervous, the Roxley player was evidently more so. Almost before either
of them knew it, two strikes had been called. Then, however, came a
short hit to third, which the baseman fumbled, and the batter got
safely to first.

"That's the way! Now, keep it up!"

"We only want two runs to win."

The next batter was one that Tom, fortunately, had studied closely.
This man usually waited all he could in the hope of having balls
called on the pitcher. As a consequence, Tom fed him several straight
ones over the plate, and so quickly that two strikes were called
almost before the baseman realized what was occurring. Then, as he
swung at a low one, the third strike was called, and he was declared
out. In the meantime, however, the runner on first had made second.
Then came another out, and then a drive to second, which landed the
batsman on first, but kept the man on second where he was.

"Two men on base!"

"Bring 'em in, Landy! Bang it out for all you are worth!"

"Careful, Tom, careful!" pleaded Bob; and even Spud came down to
interview the pitcher.

"I'm doing all I can," returned Tom.

It must be admitted that Tom's blood was surging wildly. A miss--and
the game would either become a tie or be won by Roxley.

In came the ball, and the Roxley player swung at it viciously.

"Strike one!"

"Good boy, Tom, keep it up!"

"Strike him out, old man!"

Again Tom twirled the ball and sent it in. Just the instant before it
left his hand, his foot slipped, and the sphere came in, not on a
curve as the young pitcher had intended, but straight. Crack! went the
bat, and in a twinkling the sphere was sailing high in the air toward
left field.

"Hurrah, that's the way to do it!"

"Run, everybody run!"

"Get it, Sam, get it!"

The ball was high in the air and well over Sam's head. The youngest
Rover was running with might and main down left field. The eyes of all
the spectators were on him. On and on, and still on, he sped, with the
ball curving lower, and lower toward the field. Then, just as the
sphere was coming down, Sam made a wild clutch with his left hand and
caught it.

"Batter out!"

"My, what a catch!"

"Wasn't it a beauty!"

"Brill wins the game!"

Such a riot as ensued! Hats and canes were thrown up into the air,
horns tooted loudly, and the noise of the rattles was incessant. The
Brill students fairly danced for joy, and their friends, including the
ladies, were almost equally demonstrative.

"Sam, that's the best catch I ever saw in my life!" cried Bob, as' he
ran forward to grab the young left-fielder by the hand.

"It certainly was, Sam; and you pulled me out of a big hole," came
from Tom. "When I saw that fellow hit the ball, I thought it was all
up with us."

"Some catch, that!" broke in Spud. And all the others on the nine, and
many of Sam's friends, said the same.

Of course, Roxley was tremendously disappointed at the outcome of the
struggle. Nevertheless, as was usual, she cheered her opponent, and
was cheered in return. Then the two teams broke and ran for the
dressing rooms, and the great crowd of spectators began to slowly
disappear.

"Oh, Sam, that catch was too lovely for anything!" cried Grace, when
the two Rover boys had managed to break away from the rest of the team
and their numerous friends, and had rejoined the girls and Songbird.
"Why, do you know, I was on pins and needles when I saw that ball
coming down and you running after it. I was so afraid you wouldn't get
there in time!"

"Well, I just got it, and no more," returned Sam, modestly.

"He pulled me out of a hole," broke in Tom. "If it hadn't been for
Sam, Roxley would have won the game."

"But you did well, Tom,--better than our other pitchers would have
done," replied his brother, loyally. "Everybody says so. Why, four or
five of those Roxley hitters can knock the ordinary pitcher clean out
of the box."

"Believe me, there will be some celebration to-night!" vouchsafed
Songbird, as his eyes lit up in expectation. "Bonfires, speeches,
parades, and all that."

"Don't I wish I was a college boy, to be there!" returned Minnie,
wistfully.

"Too bad! but no girls are allowed," returned Sam. "Just the same, I
don't think we'll have to get back to the college very early."

It had already been arranged that the Rovers and Songbird and the
three girls should go off on a little automobile trip after the game.
Grace and Nellie had received permission to be absent from Hope during
the supper hour, and Tom had telephoned to the hotel at Cliffwood,
about twenty miles away, asking the proprietor to reserve a table for
them and prepare dinner for six.

Sam was now at the wheel, and as he could handle the car as well as
his brother, the run to Cliffwood did not take long. At the hotel, the
young folks encountered several other parties from Brill and Hope, and
the gathering was, consequently, quite a merry one. Tom had ordered
flowers for the table, and also small bouquets for each of the girls.

"Oh, how perfectly lovely, Tom!" cried Nellie, on catching sight of
the flowers.

"I think the gentlemen ought to have button-hole bouquets," said
Grace.

"All right, I'm willing," returned Sam quickly, and thereupon some of
the flowers from the larger bouquet were speedily transferred to three
coat buttonholes.

It was a lively time all around, for between the courses that were
served, the young folks insisted upon singing some of the Brill and
Hope songs. As it happened, there were no outside guests present, so
the students and their friends could do pretty much as they pleased.

"Sorry, but we've got to start back," said Tom, presently, as he
looked at his watch. "Not but what I'd rather stay here than go to
Brill for the celebration!" and he looked fondly at Nellie.

"What's the matter with my driving the car?" suggested Songbird, who
was well able to perform that service. "You've both had a whack at it;
it seems to me it's my turn now."

Both of the Rovers were willing, and a short time later, with Songbird
at the wheel and Minnie beside him, and the Rovers and the Laning
girls in the tonneau, the touring car left the hotel and started on
the way to the Sanderson cottage and the seminary.

"What's the matter with a song?" cried Sam, as the car sped along.

"Right you are!" returned his brother. "Girls, what shall it be?"

Instead of replying, Nellie started up an old favorite at the college,
sung to the tune of "Camping on the Old Camp Ground." Instantly all of
the others joined in.

"Some song!" exclaimed Tom, after the first verse had come to an end.
"Now then, altogether!" and he waved his hand like a band leader. The
voices of the young people arose sweetly on the evening air, but
hardly had they sung two lines of the second verse, when there came an
unexpected interruption.

Bang! The sound came from below them. Then the touring car suddenly
swerved to the side of the road. Almost as quickly Songbird threw out
the clutch and applied both brakes. They came to a standstill in the
middle of the roadway.

"Oh, Tom! what's the matter?" gasped Nellie "I don't know, but I'm
afraid it's a blowout," was the serious reply.




CHAPTER IX

CELEBRATING THE VICTORY,


"Oh, what luck!"

"And just when we wanted to make time, too!"

"I hope it doesn't take us long to put on another tire!"

These remarks came from the three students as they climbed down from
the car to make an examination of the damage done. Sam had secured his
searchlight, but this was hardly needed. One glance at the left-hand
back tire told the story. They had evidently run over something
sharp--perhaps a piece of glass--and there was a cut in the shoe at
least three inches long. Through this, the inner tube had blown out
with the report that had so startled them.

"Well, boys, everybody on the job!" cried Tom, and lost no time in
stripping off his coat and donning a jumper, which he carried for use
when working on the car.

"I suppose that's my fault," said Songbird, much crestfallen.

"It might have happened to any of us, Songbird," returned Sam. "Let us
see how quickly we can put on another shoe and inner tube." He, too,
put on a jumper, and in a few minutes the boys had the back axle of
the touring car jacked up.

"You hold the light, Songbird," directed Tom. "Sam and I can do this
work without any help." Then the two Rovers set to work, and in a very
short time the old shoe with its inner tube had been removed. In the
meantime, Songbird had brought out another inner tube, and unstrapped
one of the extra shoes attached to the side of the car, and these were
quickly placed over the wheel rim.

"Now, let me do my share of the pumping," insisted Songbird.

"Nothing doing on that score, Songbird!" replied Tom, quickly. "We had
a new power pump installed last week. I will attach it, and then you
can start up the motor."

"A power pump! Say, that beats hand pumping all to pieces."

"Indeed, it does!" broke in Sam. "I never minded putting on a new
tire, but the pumping-up always came hard."

"Say, this puts me in mind of a story," came from Tom, with a grin.
"Some Germans were going on an automobile tour, and a friend was
bidding them good-bye. Says the friend: 'Uf you haf a blowout, be sure
and haf it in de right place--at de hotel!'" And at this little joke
there was a general laugh.

Five minutes more found them again on the way, and now Songbird had
the large lights turned on, which made the roadway ahead as bright as
day. He drove as speedily as possible, but with great care, avoiding
everything that looked as if it might harm the tires.

"Oh, what a splendid time I have had!" exclaimed Minnie, as, all too
soon, the Sanderson homestead was reached. Then Songbird assisted her
to alight, and insisted upon accompanying her into the cottage.

"I will wager he would rather stay here than go on to Brill," remarked
Tom, slyly.

"Sure thing!" returned Sam. "Wouldn't we rather remain at Hope than go
to Brill?" And at this pointed remark both of the girls giggled.

Those outside waited for several minutes, and then Tom sounded the
horn loudly. Soon Songbird re-appeared and took his place at the
wheel, and then the automobile was turned in the direction of the
seminary.

"When will we see you again?" remarked Nellie, when the touring car
had been run through the grounds.

"Oh, it won't be very long," replied Tom. But as he spoke, little did
he realize under what peculiar conditions they would come together
again.

"If you hear anything more about that money affair, let us know at
once," whispered Sam to Grace.

"I will, Sam," returned the girl; and a few minutes later the young
folks bade each other a fond good-night, and the touring car turned
towards Brill.

The lads were still some distance from the college grounds when they
heard the sounds of horns and rattles. Then they beheld a glimmer of
light down by the river bank. Soon the light brightened until it
covered a goodly portion of the sky.

"Some bonfires and some noise!" was Sam's comment.

"Well, we don't defeat Roxley every day in the year," returned Tom,
gaily. "Say, this suits me right down to the ground! Songbird, you
ought to get up a poem in honor of the occasion."

"Perhaps I will," answered the would-be poet of the college, and then
he began to murmur to himself. Evidently the poem was already
beginning to shape itself in his fertile mind.

"I say, you Rovers!" came a call as the car swung into the roadway
lining one side of the campus. "What's the matter with giving us a joy
ride?" and one of the students came running forward, followed by
several others. Two of them carried torches made of old brooms dipped
in tar.

"Nothing doing to-night," returned Sam quickly, and added in a whisper
to Tom: "Those fellows would wreck the car completely."

"I know it," answered the older Rover, and then he said aloud: "We
have had all the run we want this evening. We are going to celebrate
with the rest of the crowd down at the river." And without stopping to
argue the matter, Tom ran the automobile to its garage.

"Back, safe an' sound, eh?" questioned Abner Filbury, as he came
forward to take charge of the machine.

"Ab, you look out that some of the fellows don't take this car
to-night," warned Tom.

"There ain't no cars goin' out less'n I've the correct orders for
'em," replied Abner. "This is the last machine in, an' I'm goin' to
lock up an' stay on guard. If anybody tries to break in here against
orders, they'll git a dose of buckshot in 'em." And Abner pointed
grimly at a shotgun that hung on one of the walls.

"Oh, Ab, don't go in for shooting anybody!" exclaimed Sam, in alarm.
"Turn the hose on them, that will be enough."

"All right, jest as you say. But they ain't goin' to git in here at
these machines without permission."

Tom and Sam made a hasty visit to their room, and then hurried
downstairs again and off to the waterfront. Here, several bonfires had
been lit. They were composed of boxes and barrels with a large
quantity of brushwood added, and one bonfire was nearly twenty feet in
height.

"Here they come!" called out a student.

"Hurrah for our pitcher!"

"And the best fly catcher Brill ever saw!"

"Say, this is certainly some bonfire!" exclaimed Sam, looking at the
big blaze.

"It sure is!" returned his brother. "If the wind should shift, it
might prove dangerous," he added, as he watched a great mass of sparks
floating across the stream and over the woods beyond.

"Oh, it's perfectly safe," came from Paul Orben, who was one of the
students who had helped to pile up the combustibles.

The crowd was certainly a gay one, and the Rovers lost no time in
joining in the festivities. One student had a bugle, and another had
an old base drum which boasted of only one head. These two succeeded
in forming a crowd of their fellow-students into marching order, and,
singing gaily and tooting horns and sounding rattles, and with
numerous torches flickering, the collegians tramped around the college
buildings and over the campus and then back to the bonfires.

"Whoop! Hurrah!" came a sudden yell, and from one of the distant barns
rushed half a dozen students, dragging behind them a buggy. On the
seat, wearing an exceedingly tight jockey jacket, and likewise a
jockey cap, sat old man Filbury, the general caretaker of the
dormitories.

"Hurrah! Here the conquering hero comes!"

"It's a race--a race for a thousand dollars!"

"I'll bet on Filbury, every time!"

"Now, see here, gents, I don't like this at all. You lemme out o' this
here kerridge," wailed the old man-of-all-work. "I ain't doin' none o'
this celebratin'. I got some work to do. You let me go."

"Oh, we couldn't think of it, Filbury," cried Stanley, who was one of
the students at the shafts of the carriage. "Now then, boys,
together!" And along the turnout rattled, past the various bonfires.

"Speech! Speech!" came another cry. "Filbury, can't you say something
about Brill and this glorious victory?"

"Never mind the victory," came from Tom. "Let him tell us about how to
pass our examinations without studying."

"And how to get credit down in town without paying any bills," put in
another student, who, evidently, had hard work making both ends meet.

"I tell you, I ain't a-goin' to make no speech," wailed old Filbury.
"I've got work to do. You lemme go."

"Sam," whispered Tom, catching his brother, by the arm, "what's the
matter with giving William Philander a ride with old Filbury?"

"Just the cheese, Tom!" returned the young Rover. "But how can we do
it?"

The matter was talked over for a short minute, and Spud and Bob were
called in to aid. William Philander Tubbs sat on a small packing case
which had not, as yet, been fed to the flames. He was, as usual,
faultlessly attired, even down to his spats.

Passing the word to those who had charge of the carriage and who were
doing their best to get some fun out of old Filbury, Tom and Sam and
their chums worked their way to a position behind William Philander.
Then came a sudden rush, and the dudish student found himself caught
up and carried bodily over to the carriage, where he was
unceremoniously dumped on the seat beside the old man-of-all-work.

"My gracious me! What does this mean?" gasped the astonished William
Philander. "I don't want any ride, I want you to leave me alone."

"All aboard, everybody!" sang out Tom, and gave the carriage a shove
from behind. Before the dudish student could attempt to leap to the
ground, the turnout was once more in motion and dashing along the
campus roadway as fast as the students could pull and push it.

"Them boys is plumb crazy!" gasped old Filbury.

"Oh, I never! We shall certainly be hurt," wailed William Philander.
And then, as two wheels of the turnout went over a big stone, he
clutched old Filbury wildly by the shoulder. Then the carriage struck
another stone, and both occupants held fast for dear life. Three times
the turnout, with its terrified occupants, circled the campus. All the
while William Philander and old Filbury were yelling wildly for their
tormentors to stop. But now, a long rope had been hitched fast to the
front axle, and fully two dozen students had hold of this, fresh ones
continually taking the places of those who became tired out. As it
was, Sam and Tom went around twice, and then fell out to rest.

"Say, Washer," said a student named Lamar to his close chum, "here's a
chance to square up with old Filbury for the way he treated us."

"What do you mean?" asked the student named Washer.

"Let us get in the lead on the rope, and run the carriage down to the
river."

"Say, that's just the cheese!" chuckled the other. "We'll do it. I
think old Filbury deserves something for reporting us as he did."

On and on went the carriage, but at the turn in the roadway it was
suddenly hauled over the grass and between some bushes.

"Oh, Tom, look! They are heading for the river!" cried Sam.

"All aboard!" yelled Washer. "Now then, straight ahead!" He and Lamar
had headed for the water. Some of the students tried to turn to the
right or the left, but others followed the leaders. In a moment more,
the carriage had reached the sloping bank of the river. Then the crowd
scattered, and a moment later the turnout, with a twist, struck the
water and went over sideways, plunging old Filbury and William
Philander into the stream.




CHAPTER X

THE FIRE AT HOPE


"My, what a dive!"

"Everybody to the rescue!"

"Somebody get some life-preservers!"

So the cries arose as the students ran from every direction and lined
the bank of the river, which, at this point, was but a few feet deep.

Old Filbury was the first to reappear, and as he stood up in water and
mud that reached his waist, he shook his fist at his tormentors.

"You'll pay for this!" he cried. "I'll fix yer! I'll have yer all sent
home, you'll see if I don't!"

In the meantime, William Philander had also struggled to his feet. He
had lost his cap, and on the top of his head rested a mass of grass
and mud. He came out of the water spluttering and shaking himself.

"I won't stand this! I'll have you all arrested!" he gasped.

"It was an accident," came from one of the students.

"It was not! It was done on purpose!"

"Sure! it was done a purpose!" roared old Filbury. "I never seen such
goin's on in my life!"

"Never mind, you needed a bath, Filbury," shouted one student. And at
this there was a laugh.

"I am going to report all of you," stormed William Philander. "Look at
this suit, it is ruined!" and he held up the sides of his coat to
view. The water and mud were dripping profusely from the garment.

"Better go down to the gym and get under a shower," suggested Spud.

"I am not. I am going to my room," retorted William Philander. And
then, of a sudden, he took to his heels, burst through the crowd, and
hurried toward one of the college buildings. At the same time, Filbury
started to run for one of the stables.

"Say, Tom, that was rather rough," remarked Sam, after the two had
disappeared.

"It sure was, Sam. I didn't think they would run the carriage into the
water like that."

"It was Washer's and Lamar's fault."

"I know it. They are always out for carrying a joke to the limit. I
suppose they had it in for old Filbury, and they must have had it in
for Tubbs, too."

"I wonder if either of them will make a kick over the way they have
been treated," put in Bob. It may be stated here, that, in the end,
nothing came of the incident. Filbury stormed around a little, and so
did William Philander, but, to their credit be it said, both were
"sports" enough not to take their complaints to the college
management.

All good times must come to an end, and by midnight the bonfires had
burned themselves out, and, one by one, the students retired. The
carriage was righted and taken back to the place where it belonged.

For the best part of a week after this, but little out of the ordinary
occurred. With the excitement attending the close of the baseball
season over, the Rovers applied themselves more diligently than ever
to their studies. During that time they received notes from Grace and
Nellie, stating that nothing new had developed concerning the missing
four-hundred-dollar ring. They also received another letter from Dick,
in which the oldest Rover boy stated that he and the lawyer had made a
final settlement with Pelter, Japson & Company, and that he had heard
that the brokers were about to leave New York City for good.

"By the way, Tom," said Sam, after reading the letter from Dick, "this
puts me in mind: What became of that fellow we hauled out of the
river?"

"The last I heard of him, he was still under the care of Doctor
Havens."

"Don't you think we ought to call on him? He might want to see us."

"If he wanted that, Sam, wouldn't he send us word? Perhaps, if he is
any relation to Jesse Pelter, he would rather we would keep away from
him."

On the following morning a letter came addressed to Tom, and bearing
the Ashton postmark. On opening the communication, he was much
interested to read the following:

  Dear Mr. Rover:

  "I want to thank you and your brother for what you did for me. I
  shall never forget it. Even were I in a position to do so, I would
  not insult you by offering you any reward. You, perhaps, have
  learned my name, and maybe you are wondering if I am related to Mr.
  Pelter of Pelter, Japson & Company, of New York City. Mr. Pelter is
  my uncle, and for a number of years I made my home with him. I do
  not altogether like his way of doing business, and do not uphold
  him in his dealings with your family. But he is my uncle, and on
  several occasions he has assisted me very materially. For that
  reason, I think it is best that we do not meet.

  "Again thanking you, I remain

                             "Yours truly,

                                                     "Barton Pelter."

"I guess that explains it," said Sam, after he, too, had read the
communication. "He didn't want to face us because of his relationship
to Jesse Pelter."

"I am glad that he doesn't uphold Jesse Pelter in his actions, Sam."

"More than likely he would be glad to come and see us in order to
thank us in person for what we did for him if it were not for his
uncle, and the fact that his uncle has aided him. You know the old
saying, 'You can't bite the hand that feeds you.'"

"I wonder if he is still in Ashton?"

"We might telephone to the hotel and find out."

Later on this was done, and the boys were informed over the wire that
Barton Pelter had left early that morning, taking his automobile with
him.

"Well, only one week more of the grind," remarked Sam one morning on
arising. "Aren't you glad that the closing day is so near?"

"I think I would feel a little better if I knew how I was coming out
with my examinations," returned his brother.

"But, Tom, it won't make any difference to you, if you are not coming
back."

"That may be, but, just the same, I would like to get as much credit
as possible while I am here."

Some of the examinations had already been held, and others were to
come off within the next few days. As a consequence, the majority of
the students were exceedingly busy, so that there was little time for
recreation.

Since the Rovers had come to Brill, the college had been endowed with
the money to build an observatory. This structure had now been
completed, and the boys took great delight in visiting it and looking
through the telescope which it contained. It stood on the highest hill
of the grounds, so that from the top, quite a view of the surrounding
country could be had.

"I am going to the observatory," said Songbird, that evening. "There
is going to be some kind of a transit, and I want to see it. Either of
you fellows want to come along?"

"I can't,--I've got a paper to finish up," returned Sam, who was busy
at his writing table.

"I'll go. I need a little fresh air," said Tom, and reached for his
cap.

At the observatory the boys found one of the professors and about a
dozen students assembled. The professor was delivering something of a
lecture, to which the boys listened with interest, at the same time
taking turns looking through the big telescope.

"It's a wonderful sight," murmured Tom, after he had had his look.
Then, followed by Songbird, he walked to a little side window which,
with several others, faced in the direction of Hope Seminary.

"I suppose you would rather be at Hope than here," remarked Songbird,
dryly.

"And you would rather be at the Sanderson cottage than anywhere else
in the world," retorted Tom.

"It's too bad, Tom, that you are not coming back next Fall," went on
Songbird, seriously. "I don't know how we are going to get along
without you."

"It can't be helped. I've got to help Dick. Father is too broken down
to attend to business, and I don't think it is the fair thing to put
it all off on Dick's shoulders."

"Oh, I understand. But Sam will come back, won't he?"

"I think so. One of us, at least, ought to finish the course here.
Dick and I are cut out for business, but I think Sam ought to go into
one of the professions."

"I wish I knew what I would like to do, Tom," continued Songbird,
wistfully.

"Oh, some day you will be a celebrated poet."

"I think I have got to do something more substantial than write
poetry."

"Well, it all depends on the brand of poetry, Songbird." And Tom began
to grin. "There are some fellows who make big money at it."

"I'd like to know who they are?" questioned the would-be poet,
eagerly.

"The fellows who write up some new brand of safety razor or breakfast
food."

"Tom!" And Songbird looked positively hurt. "How can you be so cruel
and degrade poetry so?"

"Well, they do it, I don't. Now, if you----" Tom brought his words to
a sudden stop, and commenced to stare out of the window. Far over the
distant wood he had seen a strange light. Now it was increasing
rapidly.

"What is it? What do you see?" demanded Songbird, as he realized that
something unusual had attracted his chum's attention.

"Look there!" cried Tom, pointing with his finger. "Doesn't that look
like a fire?"

"It surely does," replied the other, after a hasty inspection. "But it
may be only some brush heap that a farmer is getting rid of."

"I don't know about that. Say, haven't they got a pair of field
glasses here?"

"Sure!" and Songbird turned to get the article mentioned.

As rapidly as possible, Tom focused the glasses on the distant light,
and took a careful look.

"Great Scott! it's a fire--and at Hope Seminary!" broke out the
youth. "It looks to me as if the whole place might burn down!"

"What! A fire at Hope!" cried Songbird, and his words attracted the
attention of all the others in the observatory. He, too, took a look
through the glasses, and one after another the remaining students did
the same.

"It certainly is a fire, and at the seminary, isn't it, Tom?"

Tom did not answer. He had already started to leave the building.
Straight down the hill he tore, and then up to the building where he
and the others had their rooms. He burst in on his brother like a
cyclone.

"Sam, come on, quick! There is a fire at the seminary!"

The younger Rover, who was deep in his writing, looked up, startled.

"What is that you said, Tom?"

"I said, hurry up; come along; there is a fire at the seminary! The
girls may be in danger! Come on, let us go there in the auto."

"Oh, Tom, are you sure of this?" And now Sam leaped up, brushing his
writing to one side.

"Yes, I saw the fire from the observatory." And in as few words as
possible, Tom gave his brother the particulars. He was already donning
his automobile outfit. Sam followed suit, and both boys ran downstairs
and to the garage.

By the time they had the touring car ready, Songbird, Stanley, Spud,
and several others had joined them. The word had been passed around
that there was a fire at Hope, and permission to go to the
conflagration was readily granted by the college management.

"All aboard who are going!" sang out Tom, who was at the wheel, with
Sam beside him. Then, after several collegians had climbed into the
tonneau, away the touring car dashed over the road leading to Hope.




CHAPTER XI

TO THE RESCUE


It was a wild ride, never to be forgotten. Tom had all the lights
turned up fully, so that he might see everything that was ahead. From
twenty miles per hour the speed climbed up to twenty-five, then
thirty, then thirty-five, and finally forty. Over the newly-mended
bridge they dashed at breakneck speed.

"Be on your guard, Tom," warned Sam.

"We've got to get there," was the grim response. "The girls may be in
danger."

"Right you are! Let her go for all she is worth!"

They had been making many turns and going up-hill and down, but now
came a straight stretch of several miles, and here Tom put on all the
extra power the touring car could command. From forty miles an hour,
they reached forty-five, and then fifty, and, at one point, the
speedometer registered fifty-four.

"My gracious, Tom, don't kill us!" yelled Bob, to make himself heard
above the roar of the motor, for Tom had the muffler cutout wide open.

The youth at the wheel did not answer. He was giving all his attention
to the running of the car, and this was needed. Along the roadway they
sped like an arrow from a bow, past trees and fences, with here and
there a farmhouse or a barn. Once Tom saw a white spot in the road
ahead, and threw off the power. But it was only a flying newspaper,
and on he went as speedily as before.

"It's at Hope, all right!" yelled Stanley, when they slowed down at a
turn of the road.

"Yes, but I don't think it is any of the main buildings," returned
another student.

"I hope not," came from Sam.

There was one more small rise to climb, and then they came into full
view of what was ahead. Through the trees they saw that one of the
large barns, in which the fire had evidently started, was almost
totally consumed. The slight wind that was blowing had carried the
sparks to one of the wings of the main building, and this was now in
flames at several points.

"Here comes the fire engine!" cried Bob, as the touring car swept
through the seminary grounds; and he pointed down the opposite road.
Along this a small engine from a nearby town was approaching, hauled
by a score of men and boys. Far down another road could be heard the
tooting of another engine, probably from some other town.

"We might give some of those fellows help," suggested Songbird.
"What's the matter with running the car down to where they are, and
hitching fast?"

"You can do it, Songbird, if you wish," returned Tom, hurriedly. "I'll
join you just as soon as I find out if the girls are safe."

"And I'll go with Tom," put in Sam.

"Oh, they must be safe; the fire isn't in that part of the building,"
broke in Stanley. "But go ahead, you fellows, we'll take care of the
machine." For he well understood how anxious the Rovers must be
regarding the Laning girls.

Leaping from the touring car, Sam and Tom joined the crowd in the
vicinity of the fire, composed mostly of girl students and their
teachers. About a score of men and boys living in the vicinity had
come up, and these, with the hired help from the institution, were
doing all in their power, to subdue the flames.

"Did all of the girls get out?" asked Tom, of the first teacher he
met.

"I don't know--I think so," was the answer.

The boys pushed their way along from one group of students to another,
trying to catch sight of those whom they were seeking. In the
meantime, Songbird and the others from Brill had taken charge of the
touring car, and run it down a side road, where they hooked fast to
one of the arriving fire engines, much to the relief of those who had
been dragging the machine over the somewhat rough highway, and were
almost exhausted.

"Oh, Sam!" The cry came from Grace, and the next instant the girl
rushed up and fairly threw herself into the arms of the youngest
Rover.

"Where is Nellie?" he demanded, quickly. "Is she safe?"

"Here I am!" was the call, and then Nellie came up and caught Tom by
the shoulder. "Oh, isn't this dreadful!"

"It sure is, Nellie," returned Tom, as he slipped his arm around her
waist. "But I am mighty glad that you are safe. Do you think everybody
is out?"

"We don't know, but they ought to be out, for we had plenty of
warning. The fire started in the barn, you know."

"What caused it?"

"They think one of the men must have been smoking and dropped a light
in the hay. Anyway, the fire started there."

"The other fellows took the auto to help the fire engine," broke in
Sam. "Here they come now," he added, as the machine came up with
honking horn, and dragging one of the fire engines behind it.

"I wish we could do something to put out this blaze," came from Tom.
"Sam, we must get busy."

"Right you are!"

"Oh, do be careful, both of you!" pleaded Nellie.

"Yes, don't get burnt," added Grace.

"We'll look out, don't you fear," answered Sam, and then he and Tom
turned to join those at the fire engines and the hose carts.

The seminary was provided with several water towers, and from these
some lines of hose had already been run to the fire. Now some
additional lines of hose were laid from the fire engines, which began
to take water from two cisterns. Soon the added streams showed their
effect on the flames.

"Girls! girls! have any of you see Miss Harrow?" The cry came from one
of the teachers, as she made her way through the crowd.

"Why, isn't she out?" asked a number.

"I don't know, I can't find her anywhere," replied the instructor.

"Was she in the building?"

"I think so. She said at supper time that she had a toothache, and was
going to retire early." And thus speaking, the teacher hurried on.

"Is that the Miss Harrow who lost that four-hundred-dollar diamond
ring?" asked Tom.

"Yes," replied Nellie.

"Was her room in that addition?" questioned Sam, quickly, pointing to
an end of the building which was on fire in several places.

"Yes, she has the corner window, right over there," responded Grace,
pointing to a spot close to where the building was in flames.

The words had scarcely left the lips of the girl, when, to the horror
of those standing below, a third story window was suddenly thrown up,
and the head of a woman appeared.

"Help! Help! Save me!" The cry came wildly from the woman, who was
plainly terror-stricken.

"It's Miss Harrow!" cried a score of voices.

"Look! Look! The fire is on both sides of her!"

"Don't jump! Don't jump!" yelled Tom, at the top of his lungs, and he
saw the teacher prepare to cast herself to the ground.

"Can't you come down by the stairs?" called out Sam, as loudly as he
could.

"I'm afraid to open the door! The hall is full of smoke and fire!"
screamed the teacher. "Save me! Save me!"

"Haven't they got a ladder handy?" asked Tom.

"Sure, we've got a ladder--half a dozen of 'em," responded one of the
men who worked around the place.

"Where is it? Show it to us, quick!" put in Sam.

"All right, this way," returned the man, and started off with Sam at
his heels.

"Don't jump! don't jump! We'll help you!" cried a dozen voices to the
teacher.

"We are going to get a ladder!" yelled Tom. "Stay where you are!"

And then he followed the others. The ladders were kept in a wagon
shed, and it took but a few moments to bring them out. They were four
in number, and of various sizes.

"I'm afraid none of 'em is long enough to reach that winder," said the
man who had led the way.

"You are right," replied Tom. "But what's the matter with lashing a
couple of them together? Here's a rope." And he pointed to a washline
that hung on a nearby hook.

In frantic haste a dozen persons carried the ladders to the burning
building. Tom followed with the rope, which he unwound on the way.
Then the washline was cut, and with it two of the longest ladders were
lashed together as quickly as possible. Then the combination ladder
was raised against the building and set close to the window, to the
sill of which Miss Harrow clung.

"I'll go up if you want me to," cried Tom, as he saw the men who
belonged around the place hold back. "You steady the ladder so it
doesn't slip."

"Want me to help, Tom?" asked Sam.

"No, you see that they steady the ladder." And thus speaking, Tom
began to mount the rungs.

A cheer went up, but to this the youth paid no attention. In a few
seconds he was at the third story window. He had to pass through
considerable smoke, but as yet the flames had not reached that
vicinity.

"Come, give me your hand, and step out on the ladder," cried Tom to
the teacher.

"I--I can't!" gasped Miss Harrow. And now the youth saw that she was
almost paralyzed from fright. She clung desperately to the window
sill, evidently unable to move. Clinging to the ladder with his left
hand, Tom placed his right foot on the window sill, and then he
reached down and caught the teacher under the arm.

"Come, you don't want to stay here," he ordered, almost sternly, and
pulled the teacher to her feet.

"Oh, oh, we'll fall! I can't do it!" were her gasped-out words.

"You've got to do it--unless you want to be burned up. Now then, if
you don't want to climb down the ladder, let me carry you."

"I--I--oh--I can't move!" And with these words, the teacher sank
down across the window sill.

A sudden change in the wind drove a cloud of smoke into Tom's face,
and for the moment he and the teacher were hidden from the view of
those below.

"Oh, look! Tom will be burned up!" screamed Nellie.

"No, he won't," returned Sam, reassuringly. "He knows what he is
doing." Nevertheless, Sam was as anxious as anyone over his brother's
safety.

When the smoke shifted, it was seen that Tom had hauled the teacher
from the window sill and had her over his shoulder. She hung down
limply, showing that she had lost consciousness. Rung by rung, the
youth came down the ladder slowly with his burden.

"He's got her! He's got her!" was the glad cry, and a few seconds
later Tom reached the ground, where he was immediately surrounded by
the others.

"Oh, Tom, how did you do it?" cried Nellie, hysterically.

"Oh, it was not much to do--anybody could have done it," replied the
youth. "Say, what am I to do with her?" he added, indicating the
burden on his shoulder.

"This way, please," said the teacher who had taken charge of matters,
and she led the way out on the campus and to a bench on which some of
the girls had piled their fancy pillows. Here Miss Harrow was made as
comfortable as possible.

By this time a third fire engine had arrived, and more streams were
directed on the flames. The ladder was used by some of those at the
nozzle of one of the hose lines, and by this means the fire in the
wing of the main building was quickly extinguished. Nothing could be
done towards saving what was left of the barn, so the firemen directed
all their efforts towards keeping the conflagration from spreading.

"Well, it's about out," said Sam, a little later. "Some mess, though,
believe me!"

"Oh, I am so thankful it was not worse!" murmured Grace. "Suppose it
had burned down the main building!"

"Tom, you're a hero!" cried Spud, coming up.

"Nothing of the sort," retorted Tom. "Anybody could have done what I
did, and you know it."

"All the same, you're the one who did it," answered Spud, admiringly.

"He certainly did," said one of the men in the crowd. "That teacher
ought to be mighty thankful for what he did for her."

"I don't want her thanks," added Tom, in a low voice. "All I want her
to do, is to treat Nellie fairly."




CHAPTER XII

TOM SPEAKS HIS MIND


"Tom, Miss Harrow would like to see you."

It was an hour later, and the Rovers and the Laning girls had spent
the time in watching the efforts of the others to put out the last of
the fire. In the meanwhile, some of those present had gone through the
addition to the main building and opened the various windows and
doors, thus letting out the smoke. An examination proved that the
damage done there was very slight, for which the seminary authorities
were thankful.

"Wants to see me, eh?" returned Tom, musingly. "Well, I don't know
whether I want to see her or not."

"You might as well go, Tom, and have it over with," suggested Sam.

"If I go, I want Nellie to go along," returned the brother. "I want
her to know how I stand on this missing-ring question. By the way, how
is she, all right?" continued the youth, addressing Stanley, who had
brought the news that he was wanted.

"She seems to be all right, although she is very nervous. She says the
reason she didn't hear the alarm and get out of the building in time,
was because she had had a toothache and had taken a strong dose of
medicine to quiet her nerves. Evidently the medicine put her into a
sound sleep."

"How about the toothache?" asked Sam, slyly.

"Oh, that's gone now; the fire scared it away."

"Where is she?" questioned Tom.

"She is in the office with some of the other teachers."

"All right, if I've got to go, I might as well have it over with. Come
along, Nellie."

"Oh, Tom, do you really think I ought to go?"

"If you won't, I won't."

"All right, then," and arm in arm, Tom and Nellie proceeded into the
main building. Nellie showed the way to the office, which was located
at the end of a long corridor.

"Oh, so here is the young gentleman!" cried Miss Harrow, as they
entered. She was very pale, but did her best to compose herself.

"You sent for me?" returned Tom, bluntly.

"Yes. I wish to thank you for what you did for me. You are a very
brave young man. Were I able to do so, I should be only too pleased to
reward you liberally. But I am only a poor teacher, and----"

"I don't want any reward, Miss Harrow. What I did anybody could have
done."

"Perhaps, but----" And now the teacher stopped short, for the first
time noticing Nellie's presence. "What do you want here, Miss Laning?"
she demanded, stiffly.

"I came in with Mr. Rover; he wanted me to come," was the answer. And
as the teacher continued to glare at her, Nellie clung tightly to
Tom's arm.

"I--I don't understand----" stammered Miss Harrow. She was evidently
much surprised.

"It's this way, Miss Harrow." answered Tom, with his usual bluntness.
"Miss Laning and I have been friends for a great many years. The fact
is, we hope--that is, I hope"--and now Tom looked a bit confused--"we'll
be married before a great while. I have been told about the
diamond ring that is missing, and I know all about how you have
treated Nellie. I don't like it at all. I think you are doing her a
great injustice."

"Oh!" The teacher paused abruptly and bit her lip. She glanced from
Tom to Nellie and then to the others who were in the office. "I--I
have not accused Miss Laning of anything," she went on, rather lamely.

"Perhaps not in so many words. But you have acted as if you felt
certain she was guilty. Now, that isn't fair. She wouldn't touch
anything that wasn't her own. It's a terrible thing to cast suspicion
on any one. What would you say if I were to intimate you had taken the
four-hundred-dollar ring?"

"Sir!" and now the teacher's face grew red. "Do you mean to insult
me?"

"Not at all. But I mean to stand up for Miss Laning first, last, and
all the time," replied Tom, earnestly. "I think it is an outrage to
even suspect her."

For a few seconds there was an intense silence, broken only by a
certain nervous movement among the others in the office. Miss Harrow
bit her lip again.

"I--I am sorry if I have done Miss Laning an injustice," she said,
slowly. "But the diamond ring is gone, and if the ring is not
recovered, I may be held responsible for it."

"Now, my dear Miss Harrow, pray do not agitate yourself too much,"
broke in another of the teachers. "This is all very painful. You had
better drop the matter."

"I am willing to drop it," answered Tom, before Miss Harrow could
speak. "Only I want it understood that Miss Laning is to be treated
with the consideration she deserves. Otherwise I may suggest to her
father that she be taken away from this institution and a suit for
damages be instituted."

"Oh, no! Not that! Not that!" came from Miss Harrow, and now she was
plainly much frightened. "I did not accuse Miss Laning of anything,
and I do not accuse her now. The ring is missing. That is all I can
say about it."

"I think we had better go, Tom," whispered Nellie.

"You may leave, Miss Laning," said one of the other teachers. "We have
had trouble enough for one night."

"Nellie started for the door, and Tom did the same; but before the
youth could leave, Miss Harrow clutched him by the arm.

"Mr. Rover, just a word," she said in a low voice. "You did me a great
service and I shall not forget it. If I have done Miss Laning an
injustice, I am very sorry for it." And having thus spoken, she turned
back and sank down on a couch. Tom and Nellie left and hurried to the
campus, where they were speedily rejoined by Sam and Grace.

"How did you make out?" asked the younger Rover. And then Tom gave the
particulars of what had occurred.

"Oh, Tom, I am glad you said what you did," cried Grace, heartily.
"Now, maybe, Miss Harrow will be more careful in her actions."

"Well, I simply said what I thought," answered Tom. "They are not
going to lay anything at Nellie's door if I can help it."

"Oh, Tom, but you told them that--that And Nellie grew red and could
not go on.

"Well, what if I did? It's the truth, isn't it?"

"What was that?" asked Sam, curiously.

"Why, I told them that Nellie and I had been friends for years and
that, sooner or later, we were going to be married."

"You did!" shrieked Grace. "Oh, Tom Rover!"

"Folks might as well know it," returned Tom. "They've got to know it
when the affair comes off."

"Don't you think it's about time you boys started back for college?"
came from Nellie, who was blushing deeply over the personal turn which
the conversation had taken.

"Oh, there's no great rush," answered Tom, coolly.

Nevertheless, now that the conflagration was over, it was thought best
by all the students to get back to the college, so a little later the
crowd was rounded up by Spud and Stanley, and all climbed into the
automobile. Sam ran the car, and the return was made without special
incident.

"Say, Tom, if that wedding is to come off so soon, perhaps I had
better be saving up for a wedding present," remarked Sam, dryly, when
the two brothers were retiring for the night.

"I wouldn't advise you to start saving up just now," answered his
brother. "Better get some sleep first." And then he playfully shied a
pillow at Sam's head.

The next day nearly all the talk at Brill was about the fire and what
Tom had done towards rescuing Miss Harrow. Many insisted upon it that
Tom had enacted the part of a real hero, and he was interviewed by a
local reporter, and a number of newspapers printed quite an item about
the conflagration and the part he had played.

But the students had little time just now for anything outside of
their final examinations. Many papers had to be prepared, and poor Tom
often wondered how he would ever get through with any satisfaction,
either to himself or his instructors. With Sam, the task seemed much
easier, for, as Dick had once declared, Sam was "a regular bookworm,"
and no studies seemed to worry him in the least.

"If I get through at all, I shall be lucky," vouchsafed Tom, after
passing in a particularly hard paper.

"We'll hope for the best," returned Sam.

During those days came another letter from Dick, in which he stated
that he had moved into the offices vacated by Pelter, Japson &
Company, and was doing his best to get everything into working order.
He added that, on the request of their father, he had disposed of some
stocks, and in their stead, had purchased sixty-four thousand dollars'
worth of bonds.

"My, that's some bonds!" remarked Sam, on reading the letter.

"Well, bonds are usually much safer than stocks, even if they don't
pay so well," answered Tom.

There was a letter from their Aunt Martha, who stated that their
father did not seem to be quite as well as he had been the week
previous. She added that they had called in another doctor, who had
stated, after an examination, that there was no cause for alarm--that
Mr. Rover must be kept quiet and not worried, and probably, he would
be his old self in another month or two.

"I am glad that the college is to shut down soon," said Sam, when he
and his brother were discussing this communication. "I want to see dad
and make sure things are not worse than Aunt Martha pictures them."

"Exactly the way I feel about it, Sam. They may be holding back
something on us just so we won't be worried."

Two days later came the final examination for, both the Rovers, and
they felt much relieved. Songbird was also "out of the woods," as he
expressed it, and asked them if they did not want to join him and Spud
in a short row on the river.

"That suits me," cried Tom. "I want to get out into the air somewhere.
I am done with classrooms forever. If it was not for the look of
things, I would be turning handsprings on the campus."

"Ditto," added Sam.

"Well, come on," said Songbird. And a few minutes later the four
students were down at the boathouse, getting out one of the four-oared
boats.

"Say, Songbird, I should think this would put you in the rhyming
fever," said Sam, as the four lads rowed out on the river.

"It does," returned the would-be poet.

"All right, turn on the verse spigot and let us have the latest
effusion," cried Tom, gaily.

"The verses aren't finished yet," answered Songbird. And then resting
his oar, he drew from his pocket a slip of paper and began to read:

  "The term is passed,
   Away we cast
      Our books and papers with great glee.
   No more we'll train
   Each tired brain----"

  "Instead, we'll cheer because we're free!"

concluded Tom.

"Say, that isn't half bad," broke out Songbird, enthusiastically. "I
was going to put in something about flee----"

"For gracious sake! What have fleas to do with this poetry?"
interposed Tom.

"Fleas! Who said anything about fleas?" snorted Songbird. "I said
'flee,' f-l-e-e."

"Oh, I see! That's the flee that fled, not the flea who refuses to
flee," went on Tom. And at this sally, the other boys laughed.

"Never mind, give us the rest of it," put in Spud.

"There isn't any 'rest'--not yet," answered the would-be poet. And
then the bays resumed the row up the river.




CHAPTER XIII

AT THE FARM


"All aboard who are going! We haven't any time to spare if you want to
catch that nine-fifteen train."

"Good-bye, Tom, don't forget to write."

"Say, Spud, when you get down to the Maine coast, don't eat too many
lobsters."

"And that puts me in mind, Stanley. When you reach the Grand Canyon,
send me a piece of rock; I want to see how the Canyon looks."

"Say, whose baseball mitt is this anyway?" And following this
question, the mitt came sailing through the air, to land on the floor
of the Brill carryall.

"Please get off of my feet!" The wail came from William Philander
Tubbs, who was sitting in a corner with another student partly on his
lap.

"Everybody shove, and we'll be off!" cried another student, merrily.

Then came a great mixture of cries and whistles, intermingled with the
tooting of horns and the sounding of rattles, in the midst of which
there moved from the Brill grounds several carriages and an equal
number of automobiles.

The term had come to an end, and the students were preparing to
scatter. The majority were going home, but others had planned to go
directly to the summer resorts where they were to spend their
vacations.

"Good-bye, Brill!" sang out Tom, and, for once, his voice was a trifle
husky. Now that he was leaving the college not to return, a sudden
queer sensation stole over the youth. He looked at his brother, and
then turned his gaze away.

"Never mind, Tom," said Sam, softly. "If I come back, as I expect,
you'll have to come and visit me."

Hope Seminary was not to close until the week following, and the
evening before the Rovers had visited Grace and Nellie. From them, Sam
and Tom had heard news that interested them greatly. This was to the
effect that Dora had invited her cousins to visit her in New York City
some time during the vacation.

"That will be fine!" Tom had cried. "You come when Sam and I are
there, and we'll do all we can to give you the best kind of a time."
And so it had been arranged.

The boys and their friends were in the Rover touring car. This
machine, it had been decided, was to remain at the college garage, in
care of Abner Filbury. Abner was now driving, so that the boys were at
liberty to do as they pleased.

"Let's give 'em a song," suggested Stanley, and the boys sang one
college song after another, the tunes being caught up by those in the
other turnouts. Thus they rolled up to the railroad station in Ashton.
Then the train came in, and all the young collegians lost no time in
getting aboard.

"Where are you going, my dear William Philander?" asked Tom, of the
dudish student, who sat in front of him.

"I am going to Atlantic City," was the somewhat stiff reply, for
William Philander had not forgotten the ducking in the river.

"Atlantic City!" exclaimed Tom. "Of course, you are not going in
bathing?"

"To be sure I am! I have a brand new bathing suit ordered. It is dark
blue, with pin stripes running----"

"But see here, Billy! If you go in bathing at Atlantic City this
season, you'll be chewed up."

"What do you mean?" And now the dudish student seemed interested.

"Haven't you heard about the sea serpents they have seen at Atlantic
City?" demanded Tom,--"four or five of them." And he poked Sam, who
sat beside him, in the ribs; and also winked at Spud, who was in the
seat with William Philander.

"That's right, Tubbs," put in Sam. "Why, they say some of those sea
serpents are twenty feet long."

"Oh, yes, I heard about them, too," added Spud, and now he braced
himself for one of his usual yarns. "Why, they tell me that one
afternoon the sea serpents came in so thickly among the bathers that
it was hard for them--I mean those in bathing--to tell which was
sand and which was serpents. Some of the serpents crawled up on the
boardwalk, and even got into some of the stores and hotels. They had
to order out the police, and then the fire department, and, finally,
some of the soldiers had to come down from the rifle ranges with a
Gatling gun. You never heard of such a battle! Somebody said they
killed as many as ninety-seven sea serpents, and not less than three
hundred got away. Why, William Philander, I wouldn't go within
twenty-five miles of Atlantic City if I were you," concluded Spud.

"Oh, how ridiculous!" responded the dudish student. Nevertheless, he
looked much worried. "Of course, they do report a sea serpent now and
then."

"Well, you haven't got to believe it, Billy," answered Tom. "At the
same time, you'll be a fine specimen of a college boy if you come back
next Fall minus an arm and a leg. How on earth are you going to any of
the fashionable dances in that condition?" And at this, there was a
general snicker, in the midst of which William Philander arose, caught
up his dresssuit case, and fled to another car.

"You can bet that will hold William Philander for awhile," remarked
Sam. "He won't dare to put as much as a toe in the water at Atlantic
City until he is dead sure it is safe."

"Humph! William Philander isn't one of the kind to go into the water,"
sniped Tom. "He belongs to the crowd that get into fancy bathing
costumes, and then parades up and down on the sand, just to be
admired."

It was not long before the Junction was reached, and here the Rovers
had to part from a number of their friends. A fifteen-minute wait, and
then their train came along. It was not more than half full, so the
students had all the room they desired.

"I must say, the farm will look pretty good to me," remarked Tom, when
the time came for them to collect their belongings.

"I want to see dad," returned his younger brother.

"Oh, so do I."

"Oak Run! All out for Oak Run!" It was the well-known cry of the
brakeman as the train rolled into the station where the Rovers were to
alight.

"Good-bye, everybody!" sang out both Sam and Tom, and, baggage in
hand, they hurried to the station platform. Then the train went on its
way, leaving them behind.

The boys had sent a message ahead, stating when they would arrive,
and, consequently, Jack Ness, the hired man, was on hand with the
family touring car.

"Back safe and sound, eh? Glad to see yer!" cried the hired man, as
they approached, and he touched his cap.

"And we are glad to be back, Jack," returned Tom, and added quickly:
"How is my father?"

"Oh, he's doin' as well as can be expected, Mr. Tom. The doctors say
he has got to keep quiet. Your Aunt Martha said to warn both of you
not to excite him."

"Is he in bed?" questioned Sam.

"Not exactly. He sits up in his easy chair. He can't do much walkin'
around."

While talking, the boys had thrown their belongings into the car. Tom
took the wheel, with Sam beside him, leaving the hired man to get in
among the baggage. Then away they rolled, over the little bridge that
spanned the river and connected the railroad station with the village
of Dexter's Corners. Then, with a swerve that sent Jack Ness up
against the side of the car, they struck into the country road leading
to Valley Brook Farm, their home.

"Looks good, doesn't it?" remarked Sam, as they rolled along, past
well-kept farms and through a pleasant stretch of woodland.

"Yes, it looks good and is good," returned Tom, with satisfaction.
"The college and the city are all right enough, Sam, but I don't go
back on dear old Valley Brook!"

"How the country around here has changed since the time when we moved
here," went on Sam. "Do you remember those days, Tom?"

"Do I remember them? Well, I guess! And how Uncle Randolph used to be
annoyed at what we did." And Tom smiled grimly.

Another turn or two, and they came in sight of the first of the farm
fields. Then they reached the long lane leading to the commodious
farmhouse, and Tom began to sound the automobile horn.

"There is Uncle Randolph!" cried Sam, pointing to the upper end of the
lane.

"Yes, and there is Aunt Martha," added Tom, as a figure stepped out on
the farmhouse piazza. Then both of the boys waved their hands
vigorously.

"Back again, eh!" cried Uncle Randolph, when the car had been brought
to a stop. "Glad to see you, boys," and he shook hands.

"Back again, and right side up with care!" exclaimed Tom. He made one
leap up the piazza steps, and caught his aunt in his arms. "How are
you, Aunt Martha? Why, I declare, you are getting younger and better
looking every day!" and he kissed her heartily.

"Oh, Tom, my dear, don't smother me!" gasped the aunt. Yet she looked
tremendously pleased as she gazed at him. Then Sam came in for a hug
and a kiss.

"You mustn't be too boisterous," whispered Uncle Randolph, when all
started to enter the house. "Remember, your father isn't as strong as
he might be."

"Where is he?" both boys wanted to know.

"He is up in the wing over the dining-room," answered their aunt. "We
thought that would be the nicest place for him. The window has a fine
outlook, you'll remember."

"Can we go up now?" questioned Tom.

"Yes, but remember, do not say anything to excite him

"All right, we'll be careful," came from Sam. And then both lads cast
aside their caps and hurried up the stairs.

Mr. Anderson Rover sat in an easy chair, attired in his dressing gown.
He looked thin and pale, but his face lit up with a smile as his eyes
rested on his two sons.

"Dad!" was the only word each could utter. And then they caught him by
either hand, and looked at him fondly.

"I am glad to see you back, boys," said their father, in a low but
clear voice. "It seems like a long while since you went away."

"And we have missed you a great deal!" broke out Sam. "It's too bad you
don't feel better."

"Oh, I think I'll get over it in time," answered Mr. Rover. "But the
doctors tell me I must go slow. I wouldn't mind that so much, if it
wasn't for Dick. I think he ought to have some help."

"Now, don't you worry, Dad," interposed Tom, gently. "You just leave
everything to us. We are both going to New York to help Dick
straighten out matters, and it will be all right, I am sure." And he
stroked his father's shoulder affectionately.

"But you'll have to go back to college----" began the invalid.

"Sam is going back. I am going to help Dick, and stay with him. Now,
don't say anything against it, Dad, for it is all settled," went on
Tom, as his father tried to speak again. "I don't care to go back. I
think Dick and I were cut out for business men. Sam is the learned
member of this family."

"Well, boys, have your own way; you are old enough to know what you
are doing." And now Mr. Rover sank back in the chair, for even this
brief conversation had almost exhausted him.




CHAPTER XIV

A STARTLING SCENE


"Dear old dad! Isn't it awful to see him propped up in that chair,
unable to leave his room!"

"You are right, Sam. And yet it might be worse--he might be confined
to his bed. I hope we didn't excite him too much."

"He was very much surprised at your determination to give up Brill,
and join Dick. I guess he was afraid Dick would have to shoulder the
business alone. And by the way, Tom," went on the youngest Rover,
earnestly, "somehow it doesn't seem just right to me that I should put
all this work off on you and Dick."

"Now, don't let that bother you, Sam. You can go to New York with me
this Summer, and then you go back to college, and come out at the head
of the class. That will surely please us all."

This conversation took place while the two boys were retiring for the
night. They had not remained very long with their father, fearing to
excite him too much. Aunt Martha had, as usual, had a very fine repast
prepared for them, and to this, it is perhaps needless to state, the
youths did full justice.

"It's a grand good thing that we have Aleck Pop with us," went on Sam,
referring to the colored man, who, in years gone by, had been a waiter
at Putnam Hall, but who was now firmly established as a member of the
Rover household. "Aunt Martha says he waits on dad, hand and foot;
morning, noon and night."

"Well, Aleck ought to be willing to do something for this family in
return for all we have done for him," answered Tom.

Despite the excitement of the day, the two boys slept soundly. But
they were up at an early hour, and, after breakfast, took a walk
around the farm in company with their Uncle Randolph, who wished to
show them the various improvements he had made.

"We have a new corncrib and a new root hovel," said their uncle, as
they walked around. "And next week we are going to start on a new
pigsty."

"Going to have one of those new up-to-date, clean ones, I suppose?"
returned Sam.

"Yes. I do not think that it is at all necessary to keep pigs as dirty
as they are usually kept," returned Uncle Randolph.

"Say, Uncle," put in Tom, with a sudden twinkle in his eye, "are you
going to sell pork by the yard after this?"

"By the yard?" queried Uncle Randolph, and then a faint smile
flickered over his face. "Oh, I see! You mean sausage lengths, eh?"

"Not exactly, although that is one way of selling pork by the yard,"
returned Tom. "I was thinking of what happened in our college town.
One of the boys went into a butcher's shop, and asked for a yard of
pork, and the butcher handed out three pig's feet."

"Oh, what a rusty joke, Tom!" exclaimed Sam.

"Well, I didn't ask for the yard of pork; it was Dobson who did that,"
returned Tom, coolly.

Having inspected the various improvements, the boys returned to the
house, and then went upstairs for another short talk with their
father. In the midst of this, the family physician arrived. When he
had waited on the invalid, the boys called the doctor to one side, and
asked him to tell them the truth regarding their parent.

"Oh, I think he'll pull through all right," said the doctor. "But as I
have told your uncle and your aunt, he must be kept quiet. If you talk
business to him, or excite him in any way, it is bound to make matters
worse."

"Then we'll keep him just as quiet as possible," returned Tom. "If
anything unusual occurs in his business, we won't let him know
anything about it."

"That would be best," answered the doctor, gravely; and took his
departure.

Several days passed, and by that time the boys felt once more quite at
home. Once they went out in the touring car, taking their aunt and
uncle along.

"It's too bad we can't take dad," was Sam's comment, "but the doctor
says it won't do. We'll have to leave him in charge of Aleck." The
ride proved a most enjoyable one, and the older folks were much
pleased by it.

"What do you say, Tom, if we go down to the river and have a swim?"
proposed Sam, the next morning. It was an unusually hot day, and the
thought of getting into the cool water of the old swimming hole
appealed strongly to the youth.

"Suits me," returned his brother. "We haven't had a swim down there
since last year."

"You young gents want to be careful about that there swimmin' hole,"
put in Jack Ness, who had heard the talk.

"Why, what's the matter now, Jack?"

"I dunno, exactly, but I hear some of the fellers sayin' as how that
swimmin' hole wasn't safe no more. I think it's on account of the tree
roots a growin' there."

"We'll be on our guard," answered Sam, and a little later the two lads
set off. It was a long walk over the fields and through the patch of
woods skirting the stream, and on arriving at the old swimming hole,
Sam and Tom were glad enough to rest awhile before venturing into the
water. As my old readers know, the stream was a swiftly-flowing one,
and the water was rather cool.

"Remember the day we flew over this way in the biplane?" said Tom.
"That sure was some adventure!"

"Yes, but it wasn't a patch to the adventure we had when the biplane
was wrecked," returned his brother, referring to a happening which has
been related in detail in "The Rover Boys in New York."

Having rested awhile, the two boys started to get ready for their
swim. Both had just thrown off their coats, when there came a sudden
cry from up the river.

"What's that, Tom?" questioned Sam.

"Somebody is calling. Listen!" and then both boys strained their ears
for what might follow.

"There! Stay where you are! Don't move!"

"I can't stay here," said another voice.

"Shall I shoot him now?" put in a heavy bass voice.

"No, wait a minute, I am coming over," said still another voice, and
then there was silence. The Rover boys looked at each other in
amazement. What did the talk mean?

"Say, sounds to me as if somebody was in trouble!" exclaimed Sam.

"Perhaps we had better go and see," returned Tom.

"All right, but we don't want to get into trouble ourselves. Those
fellows, whoever they are, or at least one of them, seems to be
armed."

"We'll take a few stones along, Sam, and a couple of sticks, too, if
we can find them."

Stones were to be had in plenty, and having picked up several of them,
and cast their eyes around for a couple of clubs, the lads lost no
time in making their way towards the spot from whence the voices had
proceeded. This was at a point where the river made a turn and was
divided by a long, narrow island into two channels. The island was
covered with brushwood, while the banks of the stream were lined with
overhanging trees.

"Now, I am going to shoot him!" cried one of the voices which the boys
had heard before.

"No, don't do it, just wait a minute!" answered some one else.

"Maybe they have got some poor fellow, and have robbed him," suggested
Sam, as he and his brother hurried forward as quickly as the trees and
tangled brushwood would permit.

"One thing is certain, that fellow, whoever he is, is in trouble,"
returned Tom. "Perhaps we had better yell to those other fellows to
stop."

"If we do that, they may shoot the poor chap, and then run away."

"That's so, too! Well, come ahead, let's hurry and see if we can catch
sight of them." And then the two boys pushed ahead faster than ever.

Presently the youths came to where there were a number of high rocks
covered with trailing vines. As, to avoid these, it would have been
necessary to wade in the stream, and thus get their shoes and
stockings wet, they began to scramble over the rocks with all possible
speed.

"Listen! They are talking again!" exclaimed Sam.

"Grab him! Grab him by the throat!"

"That's all right, Jim, but I don't want the boat to upset," growled
another voice.

"Say, you fellows make me tired!" roared the heavy bass voice. "Do you
want to keep us here all day?"

"What do you know about this gun? Maybe it will explode."

"Say, Sam, I don't know what to make of this!" panted Tom, who was
almost out of breath from the violence of his exertion.

"Maybe they are tramps, and are holding somebody up. Anyway, it sounds
bad," returned his brother.

Hauling themselves at last to the top of the rocks, the Rover boys
looked ahead. Down in the swiftly-flowing stream, they saw a
flat-bottom boat containing two men. One man, a tall, burly
individual, had a much smaller fellow by the throat, and was bending
him backward. Close at hand, on the shore, stood another man, gun in
hand, and with the weapon aimed at the burly individual.

"Now then, shoot!" yelled somebody from the shore of the island
opposite, and an instant later the gun went off with a bang. As the
report died away, the burly man in the boat relaxed his hold on the
other fellow, threw up his arms, and fell over into the river with a
loud splash.




CHAPTER XV

A TELEGRAM OF IMPORTANCE


The Rover boys were horrified by what they saw, and for the instant
they neither moved nor spoke. They saw the small man in the boat look
over the side into the stream where his assailant had plunged from
sight, then this fellow caught up a single oar that remained in the
craft, and commenced to paddle quickly to shore.

"Oh, Tom, they have killed him!" gasped Sam, on recovering from the
shock.

"It certainly looks like it, Sam," returned Tom. "If he wasn't shot
dead, he must be drowned. Come on!" and, heedless of possible danger,
Tom scrambled down from the rocks and hurried towards the men, with
Sam close behind him. They had not yet reached the pair on the river
bank, when, to their amazement, they saw the burly individual who had
gone overboard, reappear at a point further down the stream. He was
swimming lustily for shore.

"Hello! He can't be so badly hurt!" exclaimed Tom. "Look at him strike
out!"

"Maybe he was only scared, and went overboard to escape a second
shot," suggested Sam.

"Hi! you fellows over there!" yelled the man who carried the gun. "Was
that all right?"

"It looked so to me, although you were a little slow about it," came
from the shore of the island; and now, glancing in that direction, Sam
and Tom saw two men. One had what looked to be a megaphone in his
hand, and the second stood behind a high, thin camera with a handle
attached, set on a tripod. At the sight of the camera, both youths
stopped short. Then Tom looked at his brother and began to snicker.

"Sold! What do you think of that, Sam?"

"Why, they are only taking a moving picture!" exclaimed the younger
Rover. "Talk about a sell, Tom! That's one on us."

"Don't let them know how we were sold," returned the brother, quickly.
"If it leaked out we'd never hear the end of it."

"Right you are! Mum's the word!" And it may be added here that the
boys kept their word, and said nothing to those at home about how they
had been fooled.

By the time they reached the man in the boat and the fellow with the
gun, the individual who had gone overboard was coming up the river
bank, dripping water with every step.

"Say, was that all right?" he demanded, as he stripped off his coat
and wrung the water from it. "I hope it was, because I don't want to
go through that again, not even for the extra five dollars."

"So you are taking moving pictures," remarked Tom, pleasantly. "That
was sure a great scene."

"Oh, so you saw it, did you?" returned the man with a gun. "I thought
we were here all alone," and he did not seem to be particularly
pleased over the boys' arrival.

"Going to take some more pictures here?" questioned Sam.

"That's our business," answered the man in the boat, crustily.

"Well, maybe it's ours, too," returned the youngest Rover, quickly,
not liking the manner in which he had been addressed. "This land
belongs to my folks."

"Oh, is that it?" cried the man, and now he looked a bit more
pleasant. "Are you the Rovers?"

"Yes."

"No, we are about done with our picture taking in this vicinity,"
continued the man in the boat. "The next picture in this series is to
be at the railroad station at Oak Run."

"Say, I would like to get into some of those movies," remarked Tom. "I
imagine it would be a lot of fun."

"Not if you've got to go overboard as I did," grumbled the man who was
wet. "Talk about the strenuous life, this takes the cake! Why, in the
past ten days, I have gone over a cliff, rescued two women from a
burning tenement house, climbed a rope hanging from a burning balloon,
and fallen off a moving freight car. Can you beat that for action?"

"Certainly some stunts!" answered Tom. "But one must get a lot of fun
out of it."

"Oh, sure! Especially when one of the women you are saving from the
burning house gets nervous for fear the flames will reach her, and
grabs you by the ear and nearly pulls it off," growled the moving
picture actor.

"Say!" yelled the man with the megaphone. "Aren't you coming over here
to get us?"

"Of course," returned the man in the boat, hastily. "Bill, give me
that other oar," he went on, and having secured the blade, he lost no
time in rowing over to the island. In the meanwhile, the fellow with
the camera had dismounted the moving picture machine and folded up the
tripod, and was ready to depart.

"Would you mind telling me what this picture is going to be called?"
asked Sam. "We would like to know so, if we see it advertised
anywhere, we can take a look at it."

"This is scene twenty-eight from 'His Last Chance,'" answered the man
with the gun.

"All right, we'll take a chance on 'His Last Chance' when we get the
chance," answered Tom with a grin, and at this play on words the
moving picture men smiled. Soon they had packed all their belongings,
and, getting into the boat, they started down the stream for a landing
some distance below.

"We're a fine set of heroes," remarked Sam, grinningly, as he and Tom
walked back in the direction of the swimming hole. "Wouldn't it have
been rich if we had rushed in to save that fellow in the boat, and
spoiled the picture."

"Don't mention it, Sam," pleaded Tom. "That sure was one on us." And
then both laughed heartily over the way they had been fooled.

Reaching the swimming hole, it did not take the youths long to get
into the water. Remembering what Jack Ness had said about being
careful, they moved around cautiously.

"Here is a tree root that ought to be removed," remarked Sam, after
diving down. "A fellow could easily catch fast on it."

"Maybe we had better put up a danger sign," suggested his brother, and
getting out a note book he carried, he tore a page from it and wrote
as follows:

                               DANGER!

                     Look Out for the Tree Roots!

"There! That ought to do some good," he went on, as he pinned the
notice fast to the nearest tree trunk. The boys enjoyed their swim
thoroughly. They indulged in many monkey-shines, and also had a little
race to the opposite bank and back. This race was won by Tom, but Sam
proved a very close second.

"Now then, I guess we had better hurry home, or we may be late for
lunch," said Sam, after consulting his watch. "It is quarter of
twelve."

Much refreshed, the lads started back for the farmhouse. They were
still some distance away when they saw Jack Ness hurrying towards
them.

"I say, gents!" called out the hired man. "You're wanted at the house
right away."

"What's the matter, Jack?" demanded Tom, quickly. "Is father worse?"

"No, it ain't that, Master Tom. It's a telegram what come for you."

"A telegram?" repeated Sam. "Do you know where it is from?"

"Your uncle said it was from Mr. Dick."

"Then there must be important news," said Tom, and without further
words both youths started on a swift gait for the house. Their aunt
and uncle saw them coming, and ran out on the back porch to meet them.
Their aunt held up her hand warningly.

"Now don't make any noise, boys," she pleaded. "We must not disturb
your father."

"What is it? What's the news?"

"It's a telegram from Dick," answered their Uncle Randolph. "I can't
quite make it out, but, evidently, it is very important. Here it is."

He fumbled in the pocket of his coat, and brought forth the yellow
envelope and handed it to Tom. Taking out the telegram, the youth read
it, with Sam looking over his shoulder. It ran as follows:

  "If possible, I want Sam and Tom to come to New York at once. Very
  important. Do not alarm father.

                                                     "Richard Rover."

"What do you make of this, Tom?" asked Sam, after he had read the
telegram several times.

"I don't know what to make of it, Sam. But one thing is certain: Dick
needs us. Something out of the ordinary has happened."

"That is just what I think, boys," put in their uncle. "Maybe I had
better go with you," he added, nervously.

"No, no, Randolph. You stay here with me," pleaded his wife. "The boys
can attend to the New York matters better than you can." She knew her
husband well, and realized that he was decidedly backward when it came
to the transaction of business matters of importance. He was wrapped
up in his books and his theories about scientific farming and was a
dreamer in the largest sense of that word.

"Very well, my dear, just as you say," answered the uncle, meekly.

"Boys, you won't disturb your father, will you?" continued their Aunt
Martha, anxiously. "You know the doctor said he must not be disturbed
under any circumstances."

"Have you told him about this telegram?" questioned Sam.

"Not a word."

"Then we had better keep still. We can tell him that we want to go to
New York just to see Dick and Dora," put in Tom. And so it was
arranged.

By consulting a new timetable, the boys found they could make a good
railroad connection for the metropolis by taking a train that left Oak
Run at three-thirty o'clock. This would give them about three hours in
which to get lunch, pack their suitcases, and bid good-bye to their
father.

Mr. Rover was somewhat surprised when his sons told him that they were
going to New York to see Dick and his newly-made wife, but they
smoothed matters over by stating that they found it rather dull on the
farm.

"We'd like to go if you can spare us," said Sam.

"Oh, yes, boys, go by all means if you would like to," returned Mr.
Rover, quickly. "I can get along very well. Your Aunt Martha is a
splendid nurse--and you mustn't forget that I have Aleck."

"An' you can depend upon Aleck, ebery time, sah," put in the colored
man, with a broad grin that showed all of his ivories.

"We are going to try to surprise Dick," said Tom. "We are going to
take the afternoon train." And then, after a few more words with their
father, and without letting him suspect in the least why they were
going to New York, the two lads bade him an affectionate farewell and
left the room.

"Better take a good supply of clothing along, Sam," remarked Tom, when
they were packing up. "There is no telling how long we'll have to
remain in the city."

"What do you suppose it is all about, Tom?" questioned the younger
brother, anxiously.

"It's about business, that's certain. More than likely Dick has run
into more trouble." But how great that trouble was, neither of the
boys realized.




CHAPTER XVI

THE MOVING PICTURE


When the two Rover boys arrived at the railroad station at Oak Run,
they were a little surprised to find themselves once more confronted
by the moving picture people they had met on the river.

"Hello! So you are following us up, are you?" said the man who had
handled the gun. But he smiled as he spoke, because he saw that the
boys carried dresssuit cases and were equipped for traveling.

"Have you taken your picture of the railroad station yet?" questioned
Tom.

"We've had one scene in front of the ticket office," returned the man.
"But our main scene we shall pull off when the train comes in--or
rather, when it pulls out."

"Perhaps you'll want us in it, after all," broke in Sam.

"See here! If you fellows want to get in this picture, just say so and
I guess I can arrange it," said the man who had handled the megaphone
in the scene on the river, and who was, evidently, the director of the
company.

"That depends on what you want us to do," declared Tom.

"Oh, you won't have much to do. You see, it's like this," went on the
manager. "This man who did the shooting wants to escape. He runs up to
the railroad station here and buys his ticket--we have that part of
it already. Then he is supposed to be in hiding behind yonder
freighthouse. When the train comes in, he waits for all other
passengers to get on board, then, as the train pulls out, he rushes
forward and catches on the last car. At the same time one of the other
fellows rushes out as if to catch him, but he is too late. Now, if you
want to get into the scene, you get on the train just before she
starts and stand on the back platform."

"Let's do it, Tom; it will be quite a lark!" exclaimed Sam.

"I'm willing," answered his brother; and so the matter was arranged.
Then the boys hurried into the ticket office, to get their tickets to
New York.

In the office they found old man Ricks, the station agent, grumbling
to himself.

"Wot ye want?" he demanded, sourly, as he looked at the Rovers.

"Two tickets to New York, Mr. Ricks," returned Tom. "What's the
matter?"

"Wot's the matter, huh? A whole lot, I should say!" declared old
Ricks, as he began to make out the tickets. "A lot o' them movin'
picter fellers been in here cuttin' up like mad."

"What did they do?" asked Sam, curiously.

"Huh! what didn't they do?" retorted the station master. "Come in
here, an' knocked over a box an' a basket, rushed up to the winder,
an' the next thing I knew, he had planked down a lot o' money, an'
when I stuck my head out the winder here, that feller pretended to
grab up a ticket wot I didn't give him at all, an' took up his money
and dusted out the door. At the same time while this was goin' on,
'nother feller had a light turned on this here winder wot nearly
blinded me, and the feller with that funny lookin' camera was
a-turnin' the crank to beat the cars!"

"They were only taking a moving picture, Mr. Ricks," declared Sam.
"You shouldn't object to that."

"Huh! I ain't hired by the railroad company to get in no movin'
picter," growled the station master. "I'm here to 'tend to the
railroad business, and nothin' else."

"Never mind, Mr. Ricks, if they've got you in the picture you ought to
be proud of it," declared Tom. "Think of the millions and millions of
people all over the world who will be looking at you when they visit
the moving picture theaters."

"Huh! I ain't no movin' picter actor, I ain't," snorted old Ricks.
"I'm a decent, respectable member o' this community, an' I'm a church
member, too. I ain't got no use for them movin' picter shows. It's a
waste o' good money, that's jest wot it is," and then Ricks shuffled
off to attend to some baggage that had come in.

With their tickets in their pockets, the two Rover boys rejoined the
moving picture company on the railroad platform. They were quite
interested in watching the camera man set up his machine, and asked
him several questions regarding its operation. Then they heard a
well-known whistle down the track, and knew that their train was
coming.

"All ready, there!" cried the manager of the moving picture company.
"Now, don't make a fizzle of it, Jake."

"I won't, unless the train pulls out too quickly," returned Jake. "I
am not going to get killed, though."

"Well, you've got to take some chances in this business," said the
manager, coolly.

There were six or eight passengers getting off the train, and about an
equal number to board the cars. As they had been instructed, the Rover
boys got on the rear platform of the last car, and stood in the
doorway looking back on the tracks. Tom pretended that he was waving
his hand to somebody in the distance.

As the train began to move, and while the camera man was taking the
picture, one of the actors, as agreed, rushed across the platform and
got hold of the rail of the last step. Then, as he pretended to have
hard work to pull himself up, the second actor came running down the
platform, shaking his fist at the man who was escaping. Then the train
passed out of sight around the bend, and the little moving picture
scene came to an end.

"Well, I'm glad that's over," declared he actor, as he followed the
boys into the car. "I never like the scenes where I am in danger of
getting hurt."

"You certainly must have a strenuous time of it," declared Sam; and
then he added quickly: "Are you going to New York with us?"

"Oh, no. I'm to get off at the first station and take another train
back to Oak Run. The crowd will wait for me. We have some scenes to do
at a farmhouse." And then, as he had a ride of ten minutes, the moving
picture man told the boys of some things which had happened to him
during his career as a movies' actor.

"How soon do you think they will show that picture?" asked Sam, when
the man prepared to leave the train.

"In a week or two," was the answer. "I don't know the exact date for
the release;" and then the man said good-bye and left them.

"Do you know, if I didn't have anything else to do, I wouldn't mind
going into the moving picture business," remarked Tom, as the train
rushed onward. "It must be lots of fun to be in the different scenes."

"Perhaps so, Tom. At the same time, those fellows must put up with a
great number of inconveniences. Think of plunging into the water when
it is cold, or into a burning building when the thermometer is over a
hundred in the shade."

"Oh, I know that, and, come to think of it, I was reading only
yesterday about a movies' actor who, in a war scene taken out on the
Hackensack meadows, fell into a trench, and broke an arm and also a
leg. Just the same, I wouldn't mind trying it."

"Maybe you'll get a chance some day."

On and on went the train, and, with little else to do, the boys
discussed the situations at home and in the city.

"One thing is sure, Tom," said the youngest Rover, earnestly. "No
matter what happens in New York, we mustn't let father know about it.
I think the worry is worse for him than anything else."

"Oh, I agree on that. Even if we lose a lot of money, he must not know
one word about it."

"Do you think we'll lose any money?"

"I don't know what to think. One thing is sure, something very much
out of the way has happened, or Dick wouldn't have sent that
telegram."

"Perhaps Pelter, Japson & Company haven't been as honest as they
promised to be. Maybe they are holding back some of the securities
that belong to dad."

"That may be so, too. At the same time, you must remember that
Songbird's uncle is our attorney, and I don't think Mr. Powell would
let them get away with very much. You'll remember what Dick wrote some
time ago, that he had taken the office fixtures for part of the debt.
That would seem to indicate that he had gotten everything from the
firm that he could lay his hands on."

"I wonder if we'll ever meet that Barton Pelter again."

"Perhaps, although if he is a nephew of Jesse Pelter, it is more than
likely he will keep out of sight, thinking that a meeting between us
would be very unpleasant."

At one of the stops a dining car was attached to the train, and, as
the boys were hungry, they lost no time in going in for the evening
meal.

"Say, Tom, look there," whispered Sam, during the course of the
repast, and, with a look from his eye, he indicated a man sitting on
the other side of the car. The fellow was a tall, surly individual,
plainly dressed. His face was somewhat flushed, as if he had been
drinking.

"Why, that's the head gardener at Hope!" said Tom. "It is queer that
he should be on this train, Sam!"

"If you'll remember, he lost his job at the seminary."

"He did? I didn't hear anything of that."

"Oh, yes, Grace told me about it. He was a splendid gardener, but
every once in a while he would drink too much, and then get into a
quarrel with the other help, so they had to let him go."

"It's a shame that such fellows can't leave drink alone," was Tom's
comment.

The man had settled himself, and ordered quite an elaborate dinner. He
was in the midst of eating, with the Rover boys paying little
attention to him, when he happened to glance at them. He straightened
up and stared in astonishment, and then looked decidedly
uncomfortable.

"He's looking at us, Tom," whispered Sam.

"Well, let him look if he wants to. It doesn't cost anything," was the
reply. And then Tom turned his head squarely, and stared at the former
seminary gardener. Immediately, the man dropped his eyes, and went on
with his meal. He soon finished, and, paying his bill, left the dining
car in a hurry.

"That's a queer way to do," was Sam's comment. "He acted as if he
didn't want us to see him."

"Maybe he is ashamed of himself for having lost his position,"
returned the brother. "Anyway, it's none of our business." And there
the talk came to an end.




CHAPTER XVII

WHAT DICK HAD TO TELL


"Here we are, Sam!"

"And I'm glad of it, Tom. I don't care much about riding in the cars
after it is too dark to look out of the windows," returned the
youngest Rover.

The train was nearing the Grand Central Terminal, in New York City.
The passengers were gathering their belongings, and the porter was
moving from one to another, brushing them and gathering in his tips.
Then the train rushed into the long station, and soon came to a halt.

"I wonder if Dick will be on hand to meet us?" said Sam, as he and his
brother left the car and made their way towards the waiting-room.

"Maybe, although it's pretty late."

There was a large crowd coming and going, and, for the moment, the
lads had all they could do to get through. Then, as they emerged into
the middle of the big waiting-room, they saw two familiar figures
close at hand.

"Hello, Dick! How do you do, Dora!"

"So here you are, Tom and Sam!" cried their big brother, and shook
hands heartily. Then Dora came up to greet the newcomers.

"Did you have a nice trip?" asked Dick's wife, as she smiled at them.

"Oh, yes, it was all right," answered Sam. "And what do you think? We
got in a moving picture!"

"You did!" exclaimed Dora. "That certainly is a new experience."

"We received your telegram, Dick," said Tom, and looked at his big
brother, anxiously. "I hope nothing very serious has happened."

"Well, Tom, I--I----" Twice Dick tried to go on and failed. He looked
at both of his brothers, and his face showed something that they had
never seen in it before.

"Oh, Dick! Don't say anything here!" interposed Dora, hastily. "Wait
till we get to the hotel." She turned to Sam and Tom. "Don't ask him
any questions now. It won't do to have a scene here."

"All right, Dora, just as you say," answered Tom, quickly. Yet, both
he and Sam wondered greatly what had occurred to so upset Dick.

The oldest Rover boy had a taxicab handy, and into this the whole
party got and were quickly driven across Forty-second Street to Fifth
Avenue, and then, for a number of blocks, down that well-known
thoroughfare. Soon they turned towards Broadway, and a moment later
came to a stop before the main entrance of the Outlook Hotel.

"As you know, we have a suite of rooms here," said Dick to his
brothers. "I have hired an extra room next door, so we can all be
together."

A bellboy had already secured the newcomers' baggage, and, after
signing the register, Sam and Tom followed Dick and his wife to the
elevator and to the third floor.

"It's a fine layout, all right," declared Sam, when they were settled
and the bellboy had been dismissed.

Dick did not make any answer to this remark. He walked over to the
door, to see that it was closed, then he suddenly wheeled to confront
his brothers.

"You've got to know it sooner or later, so you might as well know it
now," he said in as steady a voice as he could command. "Do you
remember that I wrote to you about sixty-four thousand dollars' worth
of bonds that I had bought for dad in place of some securities that he
possessed?"

"Yes," answered both brothers.

"Well, those bonds have been stolen."

"Stolen!" gasped Sam.

"You don't mean it, Dick!" came from Tom.

"I do mean it. The bonds have been stolen, and, try my best, I can't
get a single clew as to where they went or who took them."

"Sixty-four thousand dollars! Phew!" ejaculated Sam. "That's some
loss!"

"But please don't blame Dick," broke in Dora. "I am sure it isn't his
fault."

"How did it happen?" questioned Tom.

"They were taken out of the safe at the offices."

"Stolen from the safe, you mean?"

"Yes."

"When was this?"

"Day before yesterday."

"Of course the safe was locked?" put in Sam.

"Certainly."

"But Pelter and Japson knew that combination, didn't they, Dick?"
questioned Tom, eagerly.

"No, Tom, they did not. When they turned the offices over to me,
Pelter made some sarcastic remark, stating I had better have the
combination changed. I told him I certainly would have it changed; and
the very next day I had the safe makers up to inspect the lock, and
change the combination."

"Humph! Then that lets Pelter and Japson out, doesn't it?"

"But somebody must have taken those bonds," came from Sam. "Did
anybody else have the combination, Dick?"

"Nobody but Dora. I gave her the figures, so she could get the safe
open in case anything happened to me, or I was away."

"I've got the figures on a card in my pocket-book," explained Dora,
"but I don't believe anybody saw them. In fact, the card has nothing
but the bare figures on it, so it isn't likely that any one would
understand what those figures meant. Oh, but isn't it perfectly
dreadful! I--I hope you--you boys won't blame Dick," she faltered.

"Of course we don't blame Dick," returned Tom, promptly.

"Why should we blame him?" added Sam. "If he put the bonds in the safe
and locked them up, I can't see how this robbery is his fault. It
might have happened to any of us."

"I'm glad to hear you say that," returned Dick; and his face showed
his relief. "Just the same, boys, we have got to find those bonds. Our
family can't afford to lose sixty-four thousand dollars--or rather
sixty thousand dollars."

"What do you mean, Dick?" asked Tom. "You said sixty-four thousand
dollars."

"So I did, but four thousand of the bonds were registered in dad's
name, principal and interest, so it's likely the thief won't be able
to use them."

"And all the other bonds were unregistered?" queried Sam.

"Yes, every one of them."

"So they can be used by any one?"

"Exactly--although, of course, the thief would have to be very
careful how he disposed of them."

"Have you notified the police?" asked Tom.

"Not yet. I wanted to consult you first. Besides, I thought it might
be possible that the thief would put an advertisement in the
newspapers, offering to return the bonds for a reward. But so far, I
haven't seen any such advertisement."

"It isn't likely they'll offer to return them if sixty thousand
dollars' worth are negotiable," returned Tom. "But give us the
particulars of the affair;" and the youth dropped into a seat, and the
others did the same.

"Well, to start with, as I said before, as soon as Pelter and Japson
and their hired help left, I had the lock of the safe investigated,
and then had the combination changed," began Dick. "The fellow from
the safe company showed me how the combination was worked, so I fixed
the new numbers to suit myself, in order that no outsider would know
how to open the safe. I put the numbers down on two cards, and placed
one of the cards in my notebook, and gave the other to Dora. As she
said, the cards had nothing on them but the bare numbers, so that a
person getting one of the cards would not know that the numbers
referred to the safe combination.

"It took me several days to get rid of the old stocks, and while I was
doing that I, from time to time, purchased the bonds, buying them, on
the advice of Mr. Powell, from several bond houses in Wall Street. I
also bought a brand new japanned box with a little lock, and placed
the bonds in that box, and then put the box in the safe. The last I
saw of the bonds was about half-past four in the afternoon, when I
placed the last of the bonds in the box. I came down to the office at
a little before ten o'clock the next morning, and opened the safe
about half an hour later. Then the box was gone."

"Wait a minute, Dick," interrupted Tom. "You just said you opened the
safe. Wasn't the door already open?"

"No, the door was shut and locked, just as I had left it the night
before."

"Humph! Then somebody must have worked the combination," ventured Sam.

"So it would seem, Sam, and yet when I had the lock inspected, the
safe company man told me that that was a first-class combination, and
practically burglar proof."

"Is it an old safe?"

"I don't think so--in fact, the safe man led me to believe it was one
of the newer kinds. It is about five feet square, and the walls are
almost a foot thick. Oh, it is some safe, I can tell you that!"

"But it was not safe in this instance," retorted Tom, who, no matter
how serious the situation, was bound to have his little joke.

"You said Pelter and Japson had gone for good," continued Sam. "Is
there nobody else around attached to the old firm?"

"I took on their old office boy, a lad named Bob Marsh. You'll
remember him," returned the oldest Rover. "He said he wanted work the
worst way, so I thought I would give him a chance."

"Maybe he got the combination, and gave it to Pelter or Japson."

"I don't think so, Sam. The boy is rather forward in his manner, but I
think he is perfectly honest."

"Yes, but somebody opened that safe and took the box of bonds," put in
Tom.

"I know that, Tom, and we've got to get those bonds back, or it will
be a very serious piece of business for us," answered the oldest Rover
boy, soberly.

"Was anything else taken, Dick?" questioned Sam.

"Not a thing. And that's queer, too, because I had a number of private
papers in the safe, and also our new set of books."

"Then that would go to show that all the thief was after were the
bonds," came from Tom. "You say they were in a new japanned box that
was locked?"

"Yes, but the lock didn't amount to much. I think it could easily be
opened."

"Sixty thousand dollars is a lot of money to lose," mused Sam. "Dick,
that will put us in something of a hole, won't it?"

"It may. But don't let us think about that, Sam. Let us try to get the
bonds back," returned his oldest brother, earnestly.



CHAPTER XVIII

AT THE OFFICES


After that the three Rovers and Dick's wife talked the matter over for
fully an hour. Dick gave Sam and Tom all the particulars he could
think of, and answered innumerable questions. But try their best, not
one of the party could venture a solution of the mystery.

"I think you had better go to bed," said Dora, at last. "You can go
down to the offices the first thing in the morning, and make up your
minds what to do next;" and this advice was followed.

"No use of talking, this is a fierce loss!" was Tom's comment, when he
and Sam were retiring.

"Yes, and Dick feels pretty bad over it," returned the youngest Rover.
"I am afraid he imagines that we think he is to blame."

"Maybe, but I don't blame him, Sam. That might have happened to you or
me just as well as to him."

It must be admitted that the boys did not sleep very soundly that
night. For a long time each lay awake, speculating over the mystery,
and wondering what had become of the bonds.

"Perhaps Pelter and Japson had nothing at all to do with it," thought
Tom, as he reviewed the situation. "It may have been some outsider,
who watched Dick alter the combination of the safe."

All of the boys were up early in the morning, and accompanied by Dora,
obtained breakfast in the hotel dining-room.

"If you want me to go along, I shall be glad to do so," said Dora,
during the course of the meal. It cut her to the heart to have Dick so
troubled.

"No, Dora, you had better stay here, or else spend your time
shopping," answered Dick. "We'll have to take care of this matter
ourselves."

"I'll tell you what you can do," broke in Tom. "You can write a nice
letter to Aunt Martha, telling her that we have arrived safely, and
that we are going into some business matters with Dick. Of course, you
needn't say a word about the robbery. It will be time enough to tell
her and Uncle Randolph after we have tried all we can to get the bonds
back--and failed."

As my old readers will probably remember, the offices formerly
occupied by Pelter, Japson & Company were located at the lower end of
Wall Street. The building was an old one, five stories in height,
which had recently been put in repair. The offices were on the fourth
floor in the extreme rear, and had a fairly good outlook.

The Rovers found the office boy, Bob Marsh, already on hand, and doing
some work which Dick had given him. He was a bright, sharp-eyed lad,
his only failing being that he was a bit forward.

"Any one here to see me, Bob?" asked Dick, as they entered.

"Nobody, sir, but an agent that wanted to sell you some kind of a new
calendar. I told him we had bushels of calendars already," and the boy
grinned slightly.

Passing through two small offices, the Rovers came to one in the
rear--that which had formerly been used by Jesse Pelter.

"Looks a little bit familiar," observed Tom. "Looks like when I
visited it as Roy A. Putnam, from Denver, Colorado, and thought about
taking stock in the Irrigation Company," and he laughed shortly as he
recalled that incident, the particulars of which have been related in
"The Rover Boys in New York."

"You've got pretty big offices for only you and the office boy,"
remarked Sam.

"I took them just as the old concern had them," returned Dick. "But if
business increases, I guess we'll have to have quite some office help.
Anyway, a bookkeeper and a stenographer."

"Hadn't you better send that office boy out for a little while?"
suggested Sam.

"A good idea," returned his oldest brother, and sent the lad on an
errand up to the post-office.

Left to themselves, the Rovers once more went over the details of the
robbery so far as they knew them. Dick opened the safe, showing his
brothers how the combination lock was worked; then the boys looked
inside the strong-box, and into the private compartment which, so Dick
told them, had contained the missing box of bonds.

"I don't see how they got into this safe," was Sam's comment, after
the door had been closed and the combination turned on. "I can't make
head or tail of how to get it open."

"Let me have a try at it," returned Tom, and he worked for several
minutes over the combination.

"Here are the figures for the combination," said Dick, and he turned
them over to his brothers. But even with the figures before them, they
found it no easy task to open the heavy door of the strong-box. This
door was provided with several bolts, so that to get it open without
either working the combination or else blowing the door open, was out
of the question.

"It's a Chinese puzzle to me. I give it up," declared Tom, at last.
"The only way I imagine, Dick, is that, somehow or other, somebody got
hold of that combination."

"It would seem so, Tom. But I can't see how it could be done, or who
did it," was the answer.

"Do you suppose that boy suspects anything?" questioned Sam.

"He may, because, after I discovered that the box was gone, I
questioned him pretty closely as to who had been in the offices. I
guess he knows something is wrong."

"Let us ask him about Pelter and Japson when he comes back," said Tom.
"It certainly won't do any harm to get all the information possible.
Then, if we can't get any clew by noon, I think the best thing you can
do, Dick, is to notify the authorities."

It was not long before Bob Marsh came back from his errand to the
post-office, and then Dick called him into the inner office.

"Now, Bob, I'm going to tell you something," said the oldest Rover,
coming to the point without delay. "There has been a robbery here."

"Robbery!" exclaimed the boy. "I didn't do it. I wouldn't take
nothin'," he went on, quickly.

"I didn't say you did, Bob. But what I want you to do is to tell me
everything that you know. Was there anybody in this office during my
absence?"

"Nobody went into this office while I was here," declared the office
boy. "I wouldn't let 'em in. But then you must remember, the janitors
come in during the night to clean up."

"Oh, yes, I know that."

"Dick, do you think the janitor of the building could be in this?"
exclaimed Sam.

"As I have said several times, I don't know what to think," answered
Dick. "As a matter of fact, I don't know who the janitor is."

"Say!" broke in the office boy, suddenly. "There was one feller here
that I didn't tell you about. I forgot about him. He was here three or
four days ago--I don't exactly remember what day it was."

"Who was that?"

"Why, it was a young feller named Barton Pelter. He's a relation to
Mr. Pelter. I think Mr. Pelter is his uncle."

"Barton Pelter!" exclaimed Dick. He looked at his brothers. "That must
be the same fellow that you wrote about--the fellow you pulled out of
the river."

"What did this Barton Pelter want?" asked Sam.

"He wanted to see his uncle. He knew that the firm had sold out to you
folks, but he was not certain if they had moved away yet. When I told
him that his uncle was gone, he looked kind of disappointed."

"Was he in this office, Bob?" questioned Dick.

"No, sir, he was only in the outside office."

"Did he say anything about bonds or money?"

"No, sir."

"Say, tell me something!" broke in Tom. "Were this Barton Pelter and
his uncle on good terms?"

"They used to be," replied the office boy, "but once or twice they had
some pretty warm talks. This young feller didn't like it at all the
way his uncle treated your father. I heard him tell his uncle once,
that what he was doing was close to swindling. Then Mr. Pelter got
awful mad, and told him he had better get out."

"Good for Barton!" murmured Sam. "He can't be such a bad sort."

"Oh, I guess he was all right," put in the office boy, with the
freedom that seemed natural to him. "Only I guess he was dependent on
his uncle for money. Maybe if it wasn't for that, he would have
pitched into his uncle more than he did. But say! You said something
was stolen. What was it?"

"Sixty-four thousand dollars in bonds," answered Dick.

"What! Say, boss, ain't you kiddin'?" and the boy looked incredulous.

"No, it is the truth, Bob. Somebody took a box out of that safe that
contained sixty-four thousand dollars' worth of bonds."

"Great smoke! I didn't think there was that many bonds in the hull
building!" cried the boy, with emphasis.

"I only expected to keep them here a few days," went on Dick. "Later
on, of course, I would have placed them in a safe deposit vault."

"Say, boss! you sure don't think that I took them bonds?" cried the
office boy.

"No, I don't, Bob. But somebody took them, and we've got to find
them."

"Sure, we've got to find them!" cried Bob. "Say, do you want me to
call the janitor? Maybe he knows something about it."

"Yes, you may call him, but don't tell him what we want him for,"
answered Dick.




CHAPTER XIX

THE FIRST CLEW


The janitor of the building was Mike Donovan, an aged Irishman, who
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