The Rover Boys Down East: or, The Struggle for the Stanhope Fortune
“It’s a good thing Dick came up in time,” said Sam. “Supposing you had run into the lake.”
“Oh, I guess the bath would have woke him up,” said Dick. “But I am mighty glad I stopped him,” he added.
“You’re not more glad than I am,” said Tom. “I guess I ate too much supper. I couldn’t sleep at all at first.”
“I guess you had better chain yourself fast in the tent after this,” remarked Fred. “Dick, it was lucky you woke up.”
“Something pressed me on the ankle. It’s a little sore yet. I guess Tom stepped on it when he left the tent – but I didn’t wake up fast enough to catch him then.”
All walked back to the tent and sat down around the campfire to talk the matter over. But nothing new was learned and presently they retired again; and this time all slept soundly until morning.
“First in the lake for a morning plunge!” shouted Sam, as he rushed out. “Come on, everybody, it will wake you up!”
“I’m with you, Sam!” answered Fred, and side by side the pair ran down to the water and plunged in.
“Phew! as cold as Greenland!” spluttered Fred, as he came up.
“It’s only the first plunge,” answered the youngest Rover. “You’ll soon get used to it.”
The others followed, Hans being the last to go in. The German youth was on the point of backing out, as the water looked so cold, when Sam came up behind him and sent him in with a rush.
“Wow! wow!” spluttered Hans. “Say, maype dot ain’t cold, py chiminy! I vos dink I fell into an ice-house alretty!”
“Swim around and you’ll soon get warm,” was Dick’s advice.
The boys remained in the water less than ten minutes and then lost no time in dressing. Then came a hot breakfast, to which all paid every attention.
It had been decided that they should spend the day in fishing and in resting up, so they took it easy. Some went out in the boat and took a short sail, for a fair breeze was blowing.
“This puts me in mind of the times we used to camp out with the Putnam Hall cadets,” remarked Tom. “Only there used to be more of a crowd.”
For dinner they had more fish, and also some beans which had been brought along. They also made a pot of chocolate – something that suited Hans especially – and the cookies were not forgotten.
Two days passed, and the boys enjoyed every minute of the time. They took a tramp through the woods back of the camp and found a blackberry patch where the luscious fruit was growing in profusion.
“We’ll take all we can carry back to camp with us!” cried Sam, and this was done, and then the youngest Rover took it upon his shoulders to make a huckleberry roly-poly pudding, “just like Aunt Martha’s.” Perhaps the pudding was not as good as those turned out by Mrs. Rover, but it was good enough, and the boys ate it to the last scrap. Then Fred tried his hand one morning at flapjacks and these they also ate with a relish.
“I dink I makes you some Cherman coffee cake alretty,” said Hans, on the day following, and in the afternoon he set to work. Soon he had several kettles, pans and pails filled with flour and water and other things. His hands were full of a pasty mess, and he had some of the stuff on his nose.
“How are you getting on?” asked Dick, when he saw the German youth stop and stare around in perplexity.
“I dink I need anudder dish,” said Hans, slowly.
“Great Scott, Hans! You now have about all in the camp.”
“Is dot so! Vell, I must but dis stuff someveres, ain’t it?” And Hans proceeded to dump the mass in one bowl with that in another. The other lads watched him work with keen interest.
“Want more sugar, Hans?” asked Sam.
“How about salt?” questioned Fred.
“Maybe you want a little more flour?” came from Dick.
“Want to flavor it with peppermint?” asked Tom. “I saw a lot of the stuff growing back of the spring.”
“You chust leave me alone!” cried Hans. “Ton’t you podder me, oder I makes some mistake.”
“I guess he has made several mistakes already,” whispered Dick to Fred, as they turned away.
“Shouldn’t wonder. But wait and see what he turns out.”
They all waited and watched Hans from a distance. The poor German youth worked hard for two hours, baking his stuff over the roaring fire. His face was flushed and he looked far from happy. At last he declared that his coffee cake must be done.
“It certainly looks like coffee,” said Tom, as he gazed at the mass, which was shaped like a flower pot and was the color of roasted coffee beans.
“All right, Hans, cut it up and let us try it!” cried Fred, cheerfully.
“Dick, you cut him up,” answered Hans, rather faintly.
Dick took the carving knife and set to work. The knife went into the “cake” with ease, but there it stuck.
“What’s the matter, Dick?” asked Sam.
“I don’t know – the knife is stuck.”
“Better let me cut it.”
“Go ahead and try your luck, Sam.”
The youngest Rover came around and took hold of the knife. He tried to draw the blade free but merely succeeded in raising the “cake” into the air.
“Hello, it sticketh closer than a brother!” exclaimed Tom. “Hans, did you put a porous plaster in that cake?”
“Not much I tidn’t!” snapped the German lad. “Here, you gif me dot cake! I cut him ub for you, so quick like neffer vas!”
Very valiantly Hans took the “cake” and the knife and set to work. He had no more success than had Dick and Sam. Finally, in a rage, he lifted knife and “cake” on high and brought them down on a stone with a bang. The “cake” bounced back like a rubber ball and all but struck him in the face.
“Hello, Hans has been manufacturing a football!” cried Tom.
“Vot’s der madder mit dot ennahow!” roared the German youth. “I make him chust like mine mudder make him in der old country.”
“Hans, did you make the coffee cake with glue?” asked Dick.
“I ton’t know how I make him!” groaned poor Hans. “I got me all mixed up, mit eferybody around me! Say, can’t you vos got dot knife owid somehow?” he questioned anxiously.
“I’ll try a new way,” said Dick, and placed the “cake” under his feet. Then he drew on the knife, and it came up between his feet with a sucking sound.
“I guess you can sell that coffee cake for rubber,” said Sam.
“Don’t you want a slice, Sam?” asked Tom.
“Not today, thank you.”
“I dink I drow him into der vater!” cried Hans, and picked up the glue-like mass. Then he ran down to the lake front and balanced it on one of his hands. He gave a throw, but the “cake” did not land in the water as he had intended. Instead it remained stuck to his fingers.
“Can’t get rid of it so easily!” cried Dick. “Be careful, Hans, or that cake will be the death of you!”
“Du meine zeit!” groaned the German youth, and then he pulled at the mass until he had it free from his fingers. Then he gave it a kick with his foot, and it went into the lake with a splash.
And that was the first and last time Hans tried to make German coffee cake.
CHAPTER XV
STRANGE NEWS
Several days passed and during that time the lads amused themselves hugely, hunting, fishing, swimming and knocking around generally. Once they had a snake scare. The reptile got in the tent and held possession for nearly an hour, when Dick dislodged it with a stick and Sam ended its life with a stone.
“Say, I ton’t like dot!” cried Hans, when the excitement was at an end.
“I don’t believe any of us do,” answered Dick, dryly.
“I’ll be almost afraid to sleep in the tent tonight,” added Fred, with a shiver.
“Oh, I guess there was only one snake,” said Sam. “But we can look around for more.” Which they did, in as thorough a manner as possible. But no more reptiles were brought to light.
On Saturday it rained and the rain kept up all day Sunday. This was not so nice, and the boys remained under shelter most of the time.
“I guess I am a fair-weather camper,” observed Fred. “I don’t like this a bit.”
“Oh, let’s have a song!” cried Tom. “And then each fellow can tell a story.”
“And then we can play a little music,” added Sam. He had brought along a mouth harmonica, and Hans had a jews-harp.
Sunday evening it began to clear, and by midnight the stars were shining brightly.
“The weather will be all right by tomorrow,” said Dick, who had been out to look around.
“But the woods will be wet,” grumbled Fred.
“Never mind, let us go out in the boat. I’d like to explore the creek running in from the other shore.”
“That will suit me, Dick. Maybe we can get an extra lot of nice fish over there.”
All of the boys slept soundly and it was nearly eight o’clock when they commenced to get breakfast, and it was almost ten before they were ready to start in the sailboat for the other shore of the lake.
“Hello, here comes a boat!” exclaimed Dick, as he looked down Lake Nasco.
“Two men in it,” added Tom. “They seem to be in a hurry, too, by the way the fellow at the oars is rowing.”
“Why, it’s Jack Ness in the back of the boat!” exclaimed Sam, as the craft drew closer. “That is Pete Hawley rowing.”
“Jack must have a message,” came from Dick. “Wonder what it can be?”
“Hello, boys!” yelled the Rovers’ hired man, as soon as he was within hailing distance. “Got a very particular letter fer you!” And he waved the communication in the air.
“What is it, Jack?” demanded Dick, quickly.
“You jess read the letter, and you’ll find out as quick as I kin tell you,” answered the man.
“Anybody sick or hurt?” asked Sam.
“Nobuddy hurt – leas’wise not in body, an’ nobuddy sick nuther, in the ordinary way. But I reckon your friends from Cedarville is putty sick all the way through, when they think of their loss.”
Dick snatched the letter and glanced at it. It was in his father’s handwriting and bore only a few lines, as follows:
“Just received a telegram from Mrs. Stanhope, wanting to know if I had received her money, as asked for? Telegraphed back that I had not asked for money and had received none. Then she telegraphed that she had sent money to a certain place at my request. I don’t understand this at all. I fear something is wrong, and I am going to Cedarville without delay. Better come home and wait to hear from me.”
“Mrs. Stanhope’s money?” mused Dick, as he handed the letter to his brothers. “Can she mean the fortune from Treasure Isle?”
“More than likely,” answered Tom. “Before we came away father told me she has said something about investing it through him. He was to let her know when he wanted the money.”
“But he says in this letter that he didn’t send for the money,” put in Sam.
“If the money had been obtained under false pretenses I guess it is Sobber’s work,” murmured Dick.
“More than likely,” returned Tom. “Oh, this is the worst yet – and just when we were getting ready to enjoy ourselves, too!”
“Well, we’ll have to go back, Tom. Father may need us.”
“Sure we’ll go back. I couldn’t stay here and enjoy myself while I knew that fortune was gone.”
“It’s too bad on you fellows,” said Dick, turning to Fred and Hans. “But you can see how it is.”
“Oh, that’s all right,” answered Fred quickly.
“I dink I got enough of camping owid annaway,” came from the German youth. “Maype of we stay here much longer von of dem snakes comes and eats us up alretty, ain’t it!”
“The telegrams came yesterday, but I waited until this morning to come here,” said Jack Ness. “Your father left for Cedarville on the first train today.”
“We’ll pack right up and get back,” answered Dick.
Although he tried not to show it, he was greatly excited. He was sure that the Stanhope fortune had in some manner fallen into the hands of Tad Sobber, and he wondered if that rascal would be able to get away with it.
“If he does it will be a sad blow to both the Stanhopes and the Lanings,” he said to his brothers. “They were planning to get much good out of that money.”
“It will be especially hard on the Lanings,” said Tom, soberly. “For they are not as wealthy as the Stanhopes.”
All of the boys worked with a will, and Jack Ness and the man who had rowed him to camp aided as much as they could. As a consequence in less than an hour the tent was down and packed, and the rest of the camping outfit placed aboard the sailboat. Then the journey for home was begun.
The wind was in their favor, so those in the little sailboat had to do little rowing, and they helped the other boat along. Arriving at the landing on Swift River, they found the farm wagon awaiting them and also a carriage with the best team of horses the Rover farm afforded.
“Thought you young gentlemen would like to go back that way,” explained Jack Ness. “I can drive slower with the wagon. I would have brought the auto, only I can’t manage that yet.”
“I’m glad you thought of the carriage,” answered Dick. “Now we can go home in jig time.”
The boys entered the carriage, and Dick took the reins and touched up the horses. Away went the spirited team on a gallop, the turnout bouncing from side to side over the rocky road.
“Mine cracious!” gasped Hans, as he tried to hold himself down. “Look owid, Tick, oder we go overpoard alretty yet!”
“Maybe you’d rather ride home with Jack,” suggested Tom.
“No, of you can stand him, so can I,” answered the German youth, firmly.
Away they went for the Rover farm, up hill and down. Soon they left the river road and then struck a highway where going was much better. Here Dick made the team do their best, and poor Hans was badly scared, thinking the horses were running away.
“Of you can’t sthop ’em, ve vos all busted up, so quick like neffer vos!” he bawled.
“They are all right, Hans,” answered Sam. “Let Dick alone, he knows how to handle ’em.”
“Ain’t da running avay?”
“No.”
“All right, of you say so,” returned Hans, but his face indicated that he thought otherwise.
At last they came in sight of the farm, and drove up to the house by the back way. Their Aunt Martha saw them coming, and ran out to meet them.
“Any more news from the Stanhopes?” asked Dick, quickly.
“Not that I know of,” was Mrs. Rover’s answer. “Your uncle has gone off to the telegraph office to wait for word from your father.”
“I don’t think father has reached Cedarville yet,” said Sam.
The team was turned over to Aleck Pop and the boys went into the house. There the Rovers read the telegrams which had been received from Mrs. Stanhope. There was also a telegram from John Laning, in which he said he would look into the matter if he could get around, but that he had fallen from the hayloft of his barn and sprained his ankle.
“That will keep him home,” said Sam. “Too bad – just when the Stanhopes may need his aid.”
“I wish I knew the particulars of the affair – then a fellow would know how to act,” said Dick, impatiently.
“Father may send word before night,” answered Tom.
“I was sorry to see your father go away,” said Mrs. Rover. “He was not very well.”
“Not well?” cried Sam. “What was the matter with him?”
“Oh, it wasn’t much, but it was enough. You’ll remember how he struck his knee on a rock or something, while you were on that treasure hunt.”
“Oh, yes, he fell down in the hole,” said Tom. “He was so excited at the time he didn’t notice the hurt.”
“Exactly, Tom. Well, lately that has bothered him quite some, and he had to go to a doctor about it. The doctor told him to be careful of the knee, or it might give him lots of trouble and maybe get stiff.”
“Then he shouldn’t have gone to Cedarville,” said Dick. “We don’t want dad to get a stiff leg.”
“Say, do you know what?” cried Tom. “I think we ought to got to Cedarville ourselves.”
“That’s the talk!” cried Sam. “We can’t do anything here but suck our thumbs.”
“We’ll wait until morning and see if any word comes,” answered Dick, who did not want to do anything hastily. “Perhaps father may want us to work on the case from this end.”
“What about Fred and Hans?” asked Tom.
“They’ll go along – part of the way,” answered Sam. “They said they would.”
“It’s too bad to break up their vacation.”
“Oh, they understand matters. And, besides, they are both going elsewhere next week,” answered Tom.
Impatiently the three Rovers waited for news from their father or from the Stanhopes. At supper time Mr. Randolph Rover returned from Oak Run.
“Here is a telegram from your father, stating he arrived safely at Cedarville,” said the boys’ uncle. “We ought to get some word late tonight about this mysterious affair.”
A little later Tom was outside, walking around the piazza. He was looking on the ground, and presently saw something bright lying at the foot of a bush, and stooped to pick it up. It was a queer-shaped stone, of blue and white.
“I’ve seen that stone before,” he murmured, as he turned it over in his hand. “It doesn’t belong to any of our folks. Maybe it is Fred’s, or Hans’.”
With his find in his hand he entered the house, where the others were just sitting down to the table to eat. He held the stone up to view.
“Any of you lose this?” he asked, and looked at Fred and Hans.
“Dot ain’t vos mine,” declared Hans, readily. “Vot vos it, a stone from a preastbin?”
“I guess it is from a watch locket,” said Tom.
Fred looked at the stone and started.
“Let me see it!” he cried, and held it close to the light. “Well, I declare!” he gasped.
“What about it, Fred?” asked Dick and Sam, in a breath.
“I don’t know who this stone belongs to, but I do know that Tad Sobber used to wear one just like it, when he went to Putnam Hall!”
CHAPTER XVI
SOMETHING OF A CLUE
“Tad Sobber!”
The cry came simultaneously from all of the Rover boys.
“Yah, dot’s so!” exclaimed Hans. “I remember him now. Vonce I vos ask Sobber vere he got dot sthone.”
“If the stone belongs to Sobber – he must have been here!” gasped out Sam.
“Do you think he is around now?” asked Tom, and threw his eyes about the lawn, as if half expecting their enemy to show himself.
“No, he isn’t here now – wish he was,” answered Dick, bitterly. “More than likely he is miles away by this time – and the Stanhope fortune with him.”
“I can’t understand this,” said Fred. “Unless Sobber has been here, spying on you.”
“Maybe he followed the Stanhopes here – to find out, if he could, what had become of the fortune,” suggested Sam.
“Sam, I think you’ve struck it!” almost shouted Dick. “It may be that he came here, heard Mrs. Stanhope ask dad to invest the money for her, and heard dad say that he would let her know when he wanted the cash. Then, perhaps, he went off, and sent Mrs. Stanhope a bogus letter, or telegram, signing dad’s name.”
“Say, Dick, you’re a regular sleuth!” cried Fred. “I guess you’ve got it straight.”
The boys entered the house, and there told their uncle and aunt of what had been found. Randolph Rover looked at the stone with interest.
“It is a curious one,” he said slowly. “I do not imagine there are many like it. If this Sobber had one, then this is probably his.”
“You didn’t see any strangers around the farm, did you?” asked Sam.
“None that I noticed. Of course plenty of folks have passed up and down the main road, and the back road, too.”
It was not long after that when Jack Ness drove up with the camping outfit. The boys aided the man in putting the outfit away and also questioned him concerning Sobber.
“There was one man, or young fellow, hanging around,” answered Jack Ness. “I tried to reach him, to ask him wot he wanted, but he jumped the orchard fence and got away. I thought he might be a tramp, although he wasn’t dressed like one.”
“Why didn’t you report him?” demanded Dick.
“Oh, everybody was a-havin’ seech a good time I didn’t want to bother you. I watched the fellow until he was away down the road.”
“How was he dressed and how did he look in the face?”
As well as he was able the hired man described the individual he had seen. The clothing counted for nothing, but the face and manner of the person tallied with that of Tad Sobber.
“I guess it was Sobber right enough,” was Tom’s comment. “We ought to let dad know about this.”
“We will let him know – first thing tomorrow morning,” answered Dick.
All waited impatiently for some word from Mr. Rover, but none came in until eight o’clock the next morning. Then the telegram was very brief, reading as follows:
“Bad mix-up, money all gone. Better come on and help in investigation.”
“Too bad!” groaned Dick. “I am going to start for Cedarville by the first train.”
“So am I,” added Tom.
“And I,” came from Sam.
Then of a sudden all three lads looked at Fred and Hans.
“Don’t you mind me at all,” cried Fred. “I’ll go with you – as far as Marville.”
“And I go so far as Ithaca,” added Hans. “Py chiminy! I hopes you cotch dot rascal, Tad Sobber alretty quick!”
“So do I hope we catch him,” answered Dick.
The Rover boys were so used to traveling that getting ready did not bother them. They knew they could catch a train for Ithaca in two hours and so lost no time in packing their dress-suit cases.
“We’ll go to the depot in the auto,” said Dick. “Frank Rand can bring the machine back here.” And so it was arranged, Rand being an automobile owner living at the Run.
“Oh, boys, I do hope you will take care of yourselves!” cried Aunt Martha, when they were ready to leave.
“Don’t worry, Aunty, we’ll do that!” cried Sam.
“Here is something to remember me by!” added Tom, and gave her a warm hug and a kiss. Then the others kissed her, and gave a handshake to Uncle Randolph.
Dick brought the automobile out, and in all of the lads piled and Aleck Pop lifted in the dress-suit cases and Hans’ bundle. The power was turned on, and off the touring car moved.
“Good-bye!” was the cry from the boys.
“Don’t forget to let us know what is happening!” called out Randolph Rover. “And if you need me, don’t hesitate to send for me.”
Dick turned on more gasolene and advanced the spark, and soon the big touring car was shooting along the country road at a speed of twenty-five miles an hour. They had plenty of time to make the train, but the Rovers were impatient to get to Oak Run, to send a message to their parent, advising him of their coming.
Through the village of Dexter’s Corners they dashed, around a corner, and then straight for the bridge spanning Swift River. A farm wagon was making for the bridge from the opposite shore, and there was not room for both vehicles to pass on the bridge.
“Better slow up and wait, Dick!” cautioned Sam, but instead, Dick turned on more power, and away they sailed over the bridge like the wind, and past the farm wagon.
“Phew! that’s going some!” cried Fred. “I don’t know as I would have nerve to run a car like that!”
“Oh, Dick’s a dandy driver,” answered Tom, enthusiastically.
Arriving at the station, they went to the telegraph office and asked for messages, and found none. Then word was sent to Anderson Rover at Cedarville. After that the automobile was turned over to Frank Rand, who agreed to take it back to Valley Brook farm that afternoon.
“Off ag’in, eh?” said Ricks, when they bought their tickets. “I don’t see why you boys can’t settle down fer awhile.”
“Smoking any cigars now, Mr. Ricks.” asked Tom, dryly.
“If I am, ’tain’t none o’ your business!” snapped the old station agent.
“I just heard of a new cure for smoker’s jim-jams,” went on the fun-loving youth. “You take a squash and boil it in lard, and then cut it into thin slices, and – ”
“I don’t want none o’ your cures!” roared Mr. Ricks savagely. “I ain’t got no smoker’s jim-jams, nor nuthin’. I – ”
“But you saw things, Mr. Ricks, you said you did. Worms, and snakes, and strange things – ”
“I didn’t! I didn’t!” howled the old station agent, growing red in the face. “Now you shet up, do you hear? The boys has been pokin’ fun enough at me as it is! Everywhere I go they ask me about my smokin’! I’m sick o’ hearin’ about it, an’ I ain’t goin’ to stand it, I ain’t!” And he shook his fist in Tom’s face.
“Sorry you feel so bad about it, Mr. Ricks,” said Tom coolly. “I only wanted to do you a favor. Now this squash cure is warranted to – ”
“Didn’t I tell you I don’t want to hear about it!” shrilled the station agent. “You mind your business, Tom Rover! I know you! Some day I’ll fix you, yes, I will!”
“Oh, Mr. Ricks, I only want to be of service. Now, if you will only listen. This squash cure is warranted – ”
