Bernard Brooks' Adventures: The Experience of a Plucky Boy. Horatio Alger Jr.

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      “How is that, sonny?” asked Joshua Stackpole.

      “He tried to horsewhip me,” said Bernard.

      “And I will do it yet,” cried Mr. Snowdon, with more anger than prudence.

      “Ha! It seems there is more work for me to do. You are an old man, and I don’t want to hurt you, but if you don’t get into your wagon and hurry home, I’ll – ”

      Joshua Stackpole looked so determined that Mr. Snowdon was alarmed.

      “Come, Septimus,” he said; “we’d better be going. I’ll go to a magistrate and get a warrant for this man’s arrest.”

      By this time James Roque had risen from his recumbent position.

      “Dr. Brown and Dr. Jones,” he exclaimed in a passion, “are we to be worsted by a single man? Seize William Penrose.”

      “Excuse me!” said Dr. Brown, rubbing his shins.

      “And me, too!” added Dr. Jones, with an apprehensive look at Joshua Stackpole.

      “Sir,” said James Roque, addressing Mr. Snowdon, “as I can get no help from these cowards, will you lend me your co-operation?”

      “I wish you success, sir,” replied Snowdon hurriedly, “but I ought to return to Snowdon Institute, where my presence is imperatively required.”

      “I think, squire, you’d better give it up for a bad job,” said Stackpole. “If you make another attempt to abduct this man I’ll treat you worse than before.”

      With a look of baffled rage James Roque entered his carriage, followed by the two doctors.

      “You have escaped this time,” he said to William Penrose, “but I will have you yet.”

      Penrose shuddered as he saw the evil look on his cousin’s face.

      “I’ve got something to say to that, squire,” remarked

      Joshua Stackpole coolly. “Do you see that?” and he displayed a revolver.

      “Don’t shoot!” exclaimed James Roque, falling back, his face assuming a sickly pallor.

      “I don’t intend to – now,” said Stackpole composedly, “but I can’t answer for what I would do if I heard of your trying to abduct your cousin.”

      “I should like to lock you up in an insane asylum,” said Roque, with an ugly look.

      “So you think me insane, do you?”

      “You are stark, staring mad!”

      “Thank you, squire. If I should happen to shoot you accidentally, that’ll let me off.”

      James Roque did not think it wise to reply, but drove off hurriedly.

      “My friend,” said Penrose, offering his hand, “you have done me a great favor. But for you that man would have carried me to an asylum.”

      “What is his object?”

      “Unfortunately I am rich and he is poor. As a near relative, he wants to get control of my property. Your brave interference has saved me.”

      “Don’t mention it! There wasn’t anything brave about it. The whole pack of them are cowards. Have those doctors ever seen you before?”

      “Never.”

      “Yet after a mere glance they are ready to pronounce you insane. I don’t believe they are doctors at all.”

      “Nor I. They are tools of my cousin. But nothing is easier than to throw a sane man into an asylum on the evidence of such creatures.”

      “They’d have a lively time making out me to be insane.”

      “James Roque says you are stark, staring mad,” said Penrose, with a smile.

      “He’d have reason to think so if I got hold of him,” returned Stackpole grimly. “And now, my friend. I am going to give you a piece of advice.”

      “What is it?”

      “Get out of this as soon as you can. There’s an ugly look about your cousin’s face, and he may make you trouble yet. Of course, he has no legal right to interfere with you, but that won’t stop a man like him. He hasn’t got hold of your property yet?”

      “No.”

      “Then if you have money at command, go off where he will not be able to track you. Why not go to Europe, or to Colorado, my State? If he tried any of his tricks there, we’d soon stop him with a rope.”

      “Your advice is good and I will follow it. But I don’t like to leave my young friend here. He, too, is in a tight place.”

      “Don’t trouble about him. I’ll look after him for a time. It will be better for you to part, as your cousin will probably describe you as traveling in his company.”

      “All right! I will make my way at once to New York and take passage for Europe. I have long intended to go there, and this is a favorable opportunity. But I must first show my good will to Bernard by offering him this.”

      He drew a ten-dollar bill from his pocketbook and handed it to Bernard.

      “Ought I to take so much, Mr. Penrose?” asked Bernard, in a tone of hesitation.

      “I am rich. I can spare it,” said William Penrose. “You need not hesitate.”

      “Then, I will take it with thanks, for I have got to make my own way, and I have no one to depend upon. My guardian will be angry when he learns that I have run away from Mr. Snowdon.”

      “You can adopt me for your guardian for a short time,” said Mr. Stackpole. “And now I move that we get away from Poplar Plains as soon as possible.” A carriage was secured, and within fifteen minutes the three were on their way to the nearest railroad station.

      CHAPTER IX. ON THE HUDSON RIVER BOAT

      William Penrose kept on his way to New York, but Bernard and Mr. Stackpole stopped at Albany.

      “I have a little business to attend to here,” said Mr. Stackpole, “so if you don’t mind, we’ll stay over here a day.”

      “All right, sir; I have no pressing business to hurry me on. I have never been in Albany, and shall be glad to go about and see the city.”

      The next morning they took the day boat down the Hudson. The great steamer was a floating palace, and had every accommodation that could be desired.

      Just before going aboard Bernard bought from a newsboy a copy of the Albany Argus. He glanced rapidly over the contents of the paper, and his attention was arrested by the account of the mysterious disappearance of a package of government bonds – five thousand dollars – from the banking house of Murdock & Co.

      “The loss was not discovered till about the close of business,” said the account. “No one in the office could throw СКАЧАТЬ