THE ROVER BOYS Boxed Set: 26 Illustrated Adventure Novels - Stratemeyer Edward

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he around Lake Cayuga?"

      "Well — ahem — more than likely he is. To tell the truth, he is very anxious to see his father."

      "To bone him for some more money?"

      "I think not. Daniel thinks a great deal of his parent, and when Mr. Baxter was so seriously injured — "

      "Dan didn't care much for that. He isn't that kind."

      "Daniel is a better boy than you think, John. He loves his parent, and when that imp of a Rover got Mr. Baxter into trouble Daniel was very much exercised over it."

      "Gracious, but that's rich," murmured Dick. "I got him into trouble. I guess the rascal did that for himself."

      "Well, we won't talk about that, professor," went on Mumps. "You didn't stay in Chicago long."

      "No, I — ahem — the position offered to me did not suit my views, so I declined it."

      "Gee-christopher!" came from Tom, and each of the Rovers could scarcely keep from laughing.

      "I think those Rover boys put up a job on you," said Mumps. "At least, I got an inkling that way."

      "Indeed. I would like to wring their necks, the imps! " burst out Josiah Crabtree. "Oh, what have I not suffered at their hands! At one hotel where I stopped they placed live crabs — But let that pass the subject is too painful. To come back to the point. I can have the Falcon at any time that I may need her?"

      "Yes."

      "And you will promise to say nothing to a soul about what is done on the trip I propose?"

      "I will."

      "Very good. You see, this is a — er — a delicate matter. I — ahem — "

      "Are you going to marry Mrs. Stanhope and use the yacht for your honeymoon?" said Mumps somewhat slyly.

      "Hardly — although that would not be a bad idea, my lad. But now I have a different deal on hand — something very much different. If you do not object I'll take a look at your yacht and interview this sailor you mention."

      "All right, come ahead."

      Mumps led the way down the rocky steps and Josiah Crabtree followed, moving slowly that he might not fall. Creeping to the edge of the cliff, the Rover boys saw the pair reach the Falcon and go on board.

      "Now what is in the wind?" said Dick, as soon as the pair were out of hearing.

      "That's a conundrum," replied Tom. "I'll wager one thing though — old Crabtree is up to no good."

      "I believe you are right. I wish we could hear the rest of what is going on."

      "Can't we get close to the yacht?" suggested Sam. "See, the sky is clouding over. I don't believe they will see us going down the stairs."

      They talked the plan over for a moment, then began to descend the steps, keeping as low down as possible and close to some brush which grew up in the crevices of the stones. Soon the river bank was gained at a point not over fifty feet from where the yacht lay.

      They halted behind a large stone close to the water's edge. By straining their eyes in the darkness they saw Mumps, Crabtree, and Bill Goss in earnest conversation in the stern of the vessel. A low murmur came to their ears, but not a word could be understood.

      "We must get closer," was Dick's comment, when to the surprise of all they saw the sailor hoist the mainsail of the Falcon. A gentle breeze was blowing, and soon the yacht was leaving the shore. They watched the craft until the gathering darkness hid her entirely from view.

      CHAPTER IV

       THE DISASTROUS RESULT OF A TRICK

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      "She's gone!"

      "Yes; and I wonder where to, Tom?"

      "I don't believe the yacht will go very far," said Sam. "Maybe old Crabtree merely wants to see what sort of a sailing craft she is."

      "We can watch here for a while," returned Dick.

      They sat down on a rock and waited, in the meantime discussing the strange situation. They could reach no conclusion but that Josiah Crabtree had some plot he wanted to put into execution. "And it's something underhand, too," was Dick's comment.

      At last they grew tired of waiting and almost fell asleep. This being the case they returned to the hotel and made their way to the bedchamber. Soon each was sleeping soundly.

      When they awoke the sun was shining brightly and it was half-past seven o'clock. "All up!" shouted Tom, and dragged Sam out by the foot. Soon they were dressed and made their way to the dining room.

      They had scarcely seated themselves when Josiah Crabtree came in and was shown to a seat directly opposite the boys. He did not notice them at first and began to eat a dish of oatmeal silently and rapidly.

      Tom nudged Sam, and the younger Rover nudged his oldest brother, and a snicker went up. At this Josiah Crabtree glanced at them carelessly. Then he started back in amazement.

      "Why — er — why — ahem — so it is you!" he stammered. "I — er — where did you come from?"

      "We came from our bedroom," answered Tom promptly. "Where did you come from, Mr. Crabtree?"

      "Why — er — don't be impertinent, Rover. I might say that I came from my bedroom too."

      "I thought you came from the river," remarked Dick carelessly.

      "From the river?"

      "Yes."

      "You are ahem, — mistaken, my lad. I have not been near the river — at least, not since I came up from New York on the boat."

      "Stopping here for the summer?" put in Sam.

      "I do not know as that is any of your business, Samuel. I am no longer a master at Putnam Hall, and when I left that place I washed my hands of all those who were connected with the place."

      "A good thing for the Hall, sir," came from Tom.

      "Don't be insulting, Rover. You go your way and I'll go mine."

      "As you please, sir. You spoke to us first."

      "I'll take good' care and not do it again. But this looks as if you were following me up."

      "That's what Mumps said," cried Sam, before he had stopped to think twice.

      "Ha! So you have met Mum — I mean John Fenwick?"

      "We met him on the river."

      "And he said you had been following him?"

      "Never mind, Mr. Crabtree, we won't talk any more," put in Dick, with a warning glance at Sam. He turned to the waiter. "Some fish, please, trout; and see that the biscuits are warm."

      "Yes, sah," grinned the negro.

      Tom at once took the cue. "It's going to be a warm day," he said to Dick.

      "I wonder how sailing was last night," put in Sam slyly.

      At this Josiah Crabtree looked as black as a thundercloud.

      "You boys have been playing the sneak on me!" he cried. "Take my advice and beware of what you do in the future."

      "I wasn't talking to you," retorted Sam. "Kindly keep your remarks to yourself."

      By this time others were coming to the table, consequently the cross-fire of words had to come to an end. Josiah Crabtree finished his repast as speedily as possible and strode out of the dining room in high but suppressed anger.

      "He's a corker," remarked Tom. "I believe he'd half kill us if he dared."

      "I guess he hasn't forgotten how I stopped him from

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