The Rover Boys Series - Stratemeyer Edward

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I don't want the name mentioned. I call you Buddy. You must call me Nolly."

      "All right, Nolly."

      "Now, you are dead sure you saw the boys on their way to Putnam Hall?"

      "I am."

      "How much have you drank to-day?"

      "Only two glasses, this morning. Oh, it was them," went on Buddy, with a total disregard for grammar.

      The tall man muttered something under his breath.

      "It's too bad," he said aloud.

      "What's too bad?"

      "That they are going to Putnam Hall. Still, I don't know as it will amount to anything. But I reckon you had best get out of the neighborhood."

      "I'm going to get out."

      "What brought you here?"

      "I wanted to see you again, as I said before."

      "About what?"

      "That mining deal."

      "I can't do anything at present."

      "Why not?"

      "There are some papers missing, Buddy. As soon as I get those I'll be in a condition to go ahead. You know, I've got to move slowly."

      "Well, what brought you here?"

      "That is my business."

      "Every few months or so you come up to Cedarville, Baxt — Nolly, and on a secret mission."

      "Well, who has a better right? Come, let us talk about something else. If you —— Hullo, what's that?"

      Both men leaped to their feet as a sound from the bushes back of the spring reached their ears.

      Tom had been lying as quiet as a mouse when a pinching-bug, as they are commonly called, had dropped from one of the bushes onto his neck.

      The bug was as big as a walnut shell, and had fine nippers, and when he took hold of the skin Tom could not help but make a slight noise as he tried to throw the bug off.

      Before the boy could arise to his feet the two men were rushing upon him, Buddy with a stick and the tall man with something which he had drawn from his pocket. It was a sand-bag, a favorite weapon used in our large cities by footpads.

      CHAPTER X

       SETTLING DOWN AT THE HALL

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      "It's a boy!" cried the tall, slim man.

      "One of the boys!" came from the tramp known as Buddy.

      "You don't say! The tall man turned to Tom. How did you get here?"

      "Walked," answered Tom as calmly as he could, although this is not saying much, for he realized that the pair before him were desperate characters and that he was no match for them.

      "Have you been spying on us?" demanded the fellow called Nolly.

      "I've been spying on this man?" answered Tom, pointing to the other fellow. "He stole my brother's watch. What have you done with it?"

      "Never stole a watch in me life?" returned Buddy quickly.

      "I say you did, and it will do no good to deny it."

      "If you say I stole any watch I'll — I'll knock yer down," cried Buddy fiercely.

      And he rushed at Tom and aimed a blow at the boy's head with his stick.

      Nolly also ran forward with his sandbag; and, seeing this, Tom leaped back, and was soon making tracks as fast as his legs could carry him.

      The two men did not pursue him far. Instead, they turned and ran in the opposite direction.

      Tom hurried on until he came within sight of a large farmhouse. Reaching the front door, he used the brass knocker vigorously.

      Soon an upper window was raised, and the head of a middle-aged man was thrust out.

      "Who is there?" he demanded.

      "I want help, sir," answered Tom. "I am a pupil at Putnam Hall, and I have just spotted a fellow in this neighborhood who robbed my brother of a gold watch."

      "Is that so!"

      "Oh, papa, is it one of the boys Grace and I were telling you about?" came in the voice of Nellie Laning. "Aren't you Tom Rover?"

      "Yes. This must be Mr. Laning."

      "Yes, my boy, I am John Laning," answered the farmer. "I will be down in a moment. We are in the habit of retiring early."

      In a few minutes Tom was let into the house, and he told his story to John Laning, his wife, and the two girls, all of whom listened with interest.

      Then a hired man was aroused, and the two men and the boy hurried to where the campfire had been located.

      But, as stated before, Buddy and Nolly had made good use of their time, and no trace of them was to be found.

      "They have skipped out," said Mr. Laning. "To look for them will be worse than looking for spiders in a corn stack. I suppose you'll be getting back to Putnam Hall now?"

      "If it is all the same, I would like to engage a room at your farmhouse for the night," answered Tom, and told his tale.

      At the mention of Josiah Crabtree's name John Laning's face grew dark.

      "I don't wonder you had a row with that man," he said. "I know him only too well. You can stay at my house if you will, and it shall not cost you a cent."

      "Hullo, here is luck!" thought Tom, and thanked the farmer for his offer.

      When they got back to the farmhouse Tom's story had to be told to Grace and Nellie, while Mrs. Laning went off to prepare a room for the youth.

      "Oh, Josiah Crabtree!" cried Nellie. "Why, don't you know he is trying to court our Aunt Lucy?"

      "Your Aunt Lucy? Who is she?"

      "Dora Stanhope's mother. Dora's father is dead, you know."

      "Great Cæsar!" burst from Tom; "I hope Dora never gets him for a stepfather!"

      "So do all of us, Tom; but I'm afraid he has made quite an impression on Aunt Lucy. She is rich; and my own idea is that Josiah Crabtree is after her money."

      "He's none too good for it," was Tom's blunt comment.

      The girls and the lad chatted together for half an hour, and then all retired for the balance of the night.

      "They're awfully sweet," thought the boy — "these two, and Dora too."

      He slept soundly, and did not arise until after seven. On coming below he found a hot breakfast awaiting him, to which it is perhaps needless to state he did full justice.

      While he was talking to the girls, and finishing up at the same time, Mr. Laning came in.

      "Thought I would tell you that Captain Putnam just drove down the Hall road on his way to the school," he announced.

      "Then I'll get back at once," said Tom, and bade the various members of the family good-by. "Hope we meet again soon," he whispered to the girls, and this made both blush.

      Mr. Laning would have driven the lad to the academy, but Tom declined the offer and set off on foot. It did not take him long to cover the distance, and he entered the grounds as unconcernedly as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

      "Hullo!" cried several cadets as they noticed him. "Where did you come from? Mr. Crabtree has been looking all over for you."

      "I don't wish to see him. I wish to see Captain Putnam? Where is he?"

      "Gracious, but you're a cool one!" remarked

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