The Forest of Mystery. Foster James H.

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      “Nothing will,” said Bob conclusively. “But just what is the most dangerous game of Africa?”

      The naturalists glanced at each other.

      “Better not ask that question, or you’ll start a heated debate,” laughed Mr. Lewis. “Howard and I are very much in disagreement about it.”

      “Why?” persisted Bob.

      “You father is inclined to place the rhino as the most dangerous, while I would say the buffalo comes first. But to settle the argument, both are bad enough when they’re after you.”

      “But what about the lion?” demanded Joe. “Isn’t he dangerous?”

      “Very much so,” answered Mr. Holton. “However, he isn’t considered anything like the two animals that Ben mentioned. That doesn’t mean, though, that it’s advisable to go out and pick a quarrel with the king of beasts,” he added whimsically.

      “Let me get a map of Africa, boys,” said Joe’s father, rising. “Then we can see exactly where we intend to explore.”

      He went over to a bookcase in a corner of the office, returning a moment later with a large cloth map of the Dark Continent.

      But at that moment the telephone rang, and Mr. Holton stepped over to answer it.

      A few seconds later he uttered a cry of surprise. His brow wrinkled, and his face took on a look of dismay.

      “Why, it can’t be!” he cried excitedly. “Stolen! Gone!”

      At the scientist’s ominous words Mr. Lewis looked up in wonder. The boys too listened intently. They were growing impatient when Mr. Holton again spoke.

      “Stay where you are,” he directed the person at the other end of the line. “We’ll meet you at once.”

      With these words he hung up and turned to the others.

      “Those specimens that we bought from Thompson in Chicago – they’ve been stolen!” he explained in a worried voice.

      “What!” cried Mr. Lewis angrily. “Do you mean that?”

      “Every word of it,” was the response. “We must go at once. If we get there in time we may be able to find the culprit.”

      The naturalists grabbed their hats and dashed out of the office and through the building to the outside. Bob and Joe followed them, although without knowing where they were going.

      All got in Mr. Holton’s car, which was parked near the museum.

      “Now we must hurry,” Bob’s father said, starting the engine. “The robbery took place but a short time ago, and there is a chance that we can overtake the thief.”

      “Weren’t the specimens covered by insurance?” inquired Joe.

      Mr. Lewis shook his head.

      “But even if they were,” the naturalist said, “this is a case where insurance could not replace the loss. Such rare birds and animals as those can be procured only with great patience and labor under a hot sun. You fellows know what a job it is to stalk wild animals. And it isn’t likely that we’ll find others like them in Africa.”

      With a roar and a rush the automobile shot out into the street and was soon caught in the midst of heavy traffic. Although Mr. Holton greatly desired to travel at a rapid pace, he found it impossible to do so.

      “Where are we going?” asked Bob. “We’ve been so interested in the robbery itself that Joe and I haven’t thought to inquire where the specimens were when they were stolen.”

      “In a railroad freight yard,” returned his father. “The museum sent one of its trucks after them as soon as they arrived. I don’t have the details about the happening, but the box of specimens must have been stolen while the truck driver was not around. Apparently the robber was familiar with the contents of the box. Perhaps he had carefully planned the theft in advance. Heard us talking about the specimens, maybe.”

      “Well, he won’t get away with it if we can help it,” said Bob with determination. “We’ll catch him somehow.”

      “Let’s hope you’re right,” Mr. Holton said gravely as he pushed the accelerator still nearer to the floorboard.

      After what seemed like hours they pulled up at their destination – a railroad freight yard.

      Inside the main building they found the truck driver awaiting them, on his face a look of deep anxiety. His features relaxed a little as he caught sight of the two naturalists.

      Mr. Lewis at once demanded an account of what had happened and urged the man to relate every detail.

      The driver explained that he had loaded the box of specimens on the truck and, not doubting that they would be safe, had gone into the freight office for a brief stay. When he returned to the truck, he found, to his astonishment, that the box was gone. It was only then that he fully realized what had happened.

      “If I’d only seen the guy that took them we might catch him,” he finished.

      The scientists were greatly vexed at the driver for not taking better care of such valuable goods, but they managed to keep their temper.

      They walked out to the truck to discover, if possible, the thief’s means of escape.

      “He probably had another automobile waiting to take those specimens,” remarked Joe. “Maybe we can find its tracks. The ground here is soft after the recent rain.”

      A careful survey of the roadway was not in vain, for soon they saw wide tracks of automobile tires which possessed a very odd tread.

      “Here’s a clue, anyway,” said Mr. Holton. “Every little thing counts, you know.”

      Bob had gone a piece toward the street. Now he came running toward the others.

      “Look!” he cried excitedly. “I’ve found something. Let’s see what it is.”

      CHAPTER VII

      The Thief Turns Up

      AS the others crowded around him, Bob held up a small business card. It had apparently been dropped near the museum’s truck, perhaps by the thief himself. On it was printed the name Thomas Jordan.

      “Thomas Jordan!” exclaimed Mr. Lewis, reaching for the card. “Why, he’s a wealthy sportsman. Practically everybody has heard of him. Of course it couldn’t have been he that stole those specimens.”

      Bob’s father agreed with him.

      “Scarcely anybody is more respected,” he said.

      “You say he’s a sportsman, huh?” said Joe thoughtfully. “What does he do?”

      “A lawyer by profession,” Mr. Lewis returned. “But in addition he heads a private museum, merely as a hobby, I guess. Has a very wide collection of fauna from all parts of the world. He charges СКАЧАТЬ