“I can hazard a guess,” exclaimed Commodore Wingate, “for the Sunnyside railroad station. “Where can they be headed for?” wondered Mr. It was evident that, realizing that their game was up, Jack and Bill had picked up Hank, and, with a sense of loyalty for which Rob certainly would not have given them credit, were trying to save him too. With a shouted word of thanks the car dashed forward once more. “Down the road a piece driving like the Mischief,” responded the rustic pointing back with his whip, “but you’re wrong ’bout ther’ bein’ only two of them that no-good beach-comber, Hank Handcraft, was in there with them.” “Seen a rig with Jack Curtiss and Bill Bender in it?” shouted the banker as the car was slowed up by Commodore Wingate. Blake as the car shot out of the farm and out upon the highroad in the hope of overtaking the buggy.Īt the Digby farm the machine was turned off to take the cross roads and at this spot they encountered a buggy coming toward them driven by a farmer friend of Mr. “I wish that so good a father had a worthy son,” remarked Mr. “I’ll not believe it,” he kept repeating. Blake, but the old man only shook his head. “I’m afraid, nevertheless, it is,” rejoined Mr. “What, Jack–my son!” exclaimed the old man in half daze at the stunning intelligence, “my boy Jack do a thing like that? Why, it can’t be true. Blake hurriedly explained the attempted extortion of which Jack had been guilty. “He got a hundred dollars from me,” explained the old man simply, “he told me he was goin’ ter invest it in some rich mining stock his friend Bender had promoted but–what’s the matter, gentlemen,” he broke off, noticing the half-pitying look on the faces of the men in the automobile. Curtiss informed them that his son had taken the family buggy and driven furiously off down the road with Bill Bender a short time before. The party was doomed to disappointment, however, so far as the hope of catching Jack or his accomplices at the farm was concerned. Inquiry at the Bender home had already developed the fact that Jack and Bill had left there hurriedly a short time before, saying they were going out to the Curtiss place.
“You know that all our investigation only pointed to two persons, Jack and Bill, and their assistant, Hank Handcraft.”Ī short time later Merritt, Tubby and the Digbys being left behind on the landing, a high powered car, containing Rob, his father, Commodore Wingate and the chief of police of Hampton shot out on to the road leading to the farm owned by Jack Curtiss’ father. “I don’t believe that Sam Redding had any hand in it,” put in Rob as Merritt mentioned the name of the boat-builder’s son. “That we hasten to the office of the chief of police and then get into my car and ferret them out if possible,” said the commodore briskly, “they must be made to suffer for this.” We must get after them at once and their accomplice who, I suppose, is, the man delegated to take the money from under the rock.” “Bless my soul,” exclaimed Commodore Wingate suddenly, “we are clean forgetting about those two young rascals who tried to extort the money from Mr. “I want ter shake yer hand, boy,” exclaimed the fanner, darting at Rob at the conclusion, “I want ter shake all yer hands,” he yelled in his enthusiasm. The banker drew the farmer aside and related to him the story that had been previously narrated by Rob.
As a matter of fact the whole trouble dates back to the day your son exposed the contemptible trick by which Jack Curtiss hoped to win the aeroplane model prize contest.” Blake, “let me tell you just what happened. “Then your animosity toward the Boy Scouts is somewhat modified,” smiled Mr.
Digby, somewhat mollified, “but if it saved Joe here it must be all right.” “Wall, I don’t know nothin’ about Horses, codes,” grunted Mr. “That’s right, pop,” piped up the lad himself. Blake quietly, “from what I have learned of the affair it was your lad’s knowledge of the Morse code, which every Boy Scout must know, that saved him when he was confined on the island.” “Oh, yes it would and worse in fact,” said Mr. “Consarn them Boy Scouts,” sputtered the farmer, returning to his original grievance, “if Joe hadn’t a joined them none of this would have happened.”
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