The Adventures of Rover Boys: 26 Illustrated Adventure Novels. Stratemeyer Edward

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      "And he just gave Baxter some bank bills. What does it mean?"

      "I give it up. But I know one thing — that man ought to be arrested!"

      "That's true. Oh! they have seen us! If they — hi! what do you mean by that?" For a burly bartender had suddenly come up behind both of the boys and hurled them backward.

      "No spying around this place!" cried the dispenser of liquors roughly. "Take yourselves off!"

      "There is a man inside I want to see," said Tom.

      "Why don't you come in, then?"

      "I will — as soon as I can find a policeman or a constable."

      "What! going to have a gent arrested?"

      "The man inside knows all about a stolen watch."

      "You must be mistaken."

      "No, I am not. Where can I find a policeman?"

      "Down at the steamboat landing, most likely."

      "All right. Sam, you stay here and see that that fellow don't make tracks," and Tom prepared to move away.

      "See here, we don't want any trouble in our place," said the barkeeper. "We run a respectable house, we do."

      "Then you ought to help me bag the pal of a thief," retorted Tom.

      "Hold on, Tom!" came from Sam. "They're gone! They slipped through a back door!"

      Tom ran up to the window again. It was true — Baxter and the man with a scar had disappeared.

      "Come on back!" he cried to his brother, and both ran to the rear of the tavern. Here there was a yard, at the end of which stood a barn and a long, low carriage shed. Only a negro hostler was in sight.

      "Perhaps they haven't come out yet," began Sam, when he caught sight of a buggy on a road behind the barn. It was going at a furious rate, the scarred man driving, and lashing his mettlesome horse at the same time.

      "There goes the man!"

      "That's so. Where is Baxter?"

      "I don't know."

      They ran after the buggy, but soon gave up the chase, as man and turnout disappeared around a bend leading to the woods back of Cedarville.

      "We've lost him!" murmured Tom, when he could get back his breath. "Now, who in the name of Old Nick can he be?"

      "Evidently a friend to Baxter. Perhaps he's Baxter's father?" suggested Sam.

      "Baxter's father —— Gracious! He is!"

      "How do you know?"

      "I'm not positive, but when I met him and the thief in the woods, the thief, who was called Buddy, started to call that fellow Baxter, but the tall man wouldn't have it, and made him call him Nolly. His right name, I feel certain, is Arnold Baxter."

      "Then, if he isn't Baxter's father, he must be some close relative, otherwise he wouldn't give Baxter that money. Now it is easy to see where the bully gets all of his cash. That tall man must be rich."

      "Yes, but who knows how he comes by his money? He is the chum of a thief, that's certain."

      A search was made for Dan Baxter, but he could not be found. As a matter of fact, he had been in the buggy, hiding under the seat. The boys hung around for quarter of an hour longer, and then resolved to return to Putnam Hall.

      "No use of making, a row about it," said Tom. "I remember that policeman at the steamboat landing. He is a terribly fat fellow and evidently a hard drinker. He couldn't help us much. We had better try to work this out on our own account. I'll tackle Baxter the first chance I get."

      When the Hall was reached they looked around for the bully, but found he had not returned. They had now to go in for their studies, and for the time being the affair was dropped.

      That afternoon found them on the lake, and while enjoying the skating Dick was informed of what had occurred. "A bad crowd," said the elder Rover. "Yes, tackle Baxter, by all means. But be cautious what you say, for you can't prove much, remember."

      A race had been arranged between the boys, and Dick was one of the contestants. The distance was from one end of the cove to the other, a little over three-quarters of a mile. There were ten starters, including Fred, Frank, Larry, and Mumps. Mumps had a reputation as a skater gained at his home on the Hudson River.

      "All ready?" shouted the starter.

      There was a dead silence.

      "Go!" came the word, and away went the ten, their skates flashing brightly in the setting sun. Soon Larry Colby was in advance, with Mumps just over his shoulder.

      "It is Larry's race!"

      "Mumps is a close second!"

      "Shake 'em up, Fred! What are you lagging about, Frank? Go it, Leo!"

      Skir! skir! skir! went the skate runners, and now a crowd of lads started in pursuit of the racers. Soon the turning point was gained. Larry was in advance still, but now Mumps overtook him, and suddenly the boy from the Hudson who had such a reputation as a racer shot fifteen feet in advance. It looked as if the race was certainly his, and Larry and the others felt much downcast.

      CHAPTER XIX

       THE SKATING RACE — DAN BAXTER IS CORNERED

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      The wind had been with the racers thus far, but as one after another of the skaters turned the mark they found the wind now full in their faces, and it was blowing freshly.

      "Mumps will win, beyond a doubt!" was the cry, as the lad from the Hudson River forged still further ahead.

      "My skate is loose!" cried Larry, and a second later the skate came off and flew fifty feet away.

      By this time Dick and Fred were coming up, slowly but surely. It seemed to be nip-and-tuck between them, and the friends of each cheered wildly.

      "Go it, Dick; you can come in second anyway!"

      "Make him follow you, Fred! You can do it if you try!"

      On and on went the racers, Mumps still ten feet ahead, Fred and Dick side by side, and the others in a bunch just back of them.

      But the strain was now beginning to tell upon Mumps, who had pushed himself too much from the start. Halfway to the finish from the turning point Dick and Fred began to crawl up, until they were less than a yard behind him, one at either hand.

      "Go it, Mumps! They are catching you!"

      Mumps did try to increase his speed, but his wind was gone and he could hardly strike out. СКАЧАТЬ