"Only a couple of blocks."
But the "couple of blocks" proved to be five, and they had to make another turn or two. Then they came to the side door of a building used as a lodging house and a pool and billiard parlor. This resort was run by a man named Bill Fargo, a sport who had once had dealings with Shocker in a prize-fighting enterprise.
"He"s got a room here--up on the third floor," said Shocker, as he saw Dave hesitate. "Come on, I"ll show you."
He went ahead, up the somewhat dilapidated stairs, and Dave followed. In the pool and billiard parlors below some men were laughing and talking, and clicking the ivory b.a.l.l.s together, but upstairs it was silent, and n.o.body seemed to be around.
During the past few years of his life Dave had had a number of stirring adventures, and he was by no means as green as he had been when first he had set out for Oak Hall. He did not like the looks of his surroundings, and he resolved to keep his wits about him and be on his guard.
"Why should Mr. Dale come to a place like this?" he asked himself. He knew the teacher to be a model man, who did not drink or gamble.
"Here we are," said Tom Shocker, as he stopped in front of a door at the back of the hallway on the third floor of the building. "I guess you can go right in. He"s on the bed with his broken ankle."
"His broken ankle?" repeated Dave. "Why didn"t you tell me of that before?"
"I thought I did," returned Shocker, smoothly. "Here you are. It"s dark, isn"t it? I"ll light the gas," and he commenced to fumble in his pocket, as if hunting for a match.
It was dark, and for several seconds Dave could see little or nothing.
He heard a faint groan.
"Is that you, Mr. Dale?" he asked, kindly.
A low reply was returned--so low that Dave could not make out what was said. He went into the room a few steps further. As he did so Tom Shocker closed the door and locked it. Dave heard the click of the lock"s bolt and wheeled around.
"What did you do?" he demanded sharply.
"I guess I"ve got you now, Dave Porter!" cried another voice, and now Dave recognized the tones of Nat Poole. "You played me a scurvy trick by putting me aboard the freight train. I guess it"s about time I paid you back; don"t you think so?"
CHAPTER VII
IN WHICH DAVE IS ROBBED
Dave found himself in a decidedly unpleasant situation. The door of the room was locked and Tom Shocker stood against it. The man lit the gas, but allowed it to remain low. Dave saw Nat Poole standing close to a bed. The money-lender"s son had a small bottle and some cotton in his hand.
"I suppose this is a trick?" said Dave, as coolly as he could.
"Rather good one, too, isn"t it?" returned Nat, lightly.
"That depends on how you look at it, Nat. Did you forge Mr. Dale"s name?"
"Why--er--I--er----"
"That isn"t a nice business to be in."
"Humph! you needn"t preach to me, Dave Porter! You played a dirty trick on me and I am going to pay you back."
"What are you going to do?"
"You"ll see soon enough."
"I want you to open that door!" cried Dave, wheeling around and confronting Tom Shocker. "Open it at once!"
"This is none of my affair, Mr. Porter," answered the man, with a slight sneer. "You can settle it with Mr. Poole."
"I"ll settle with you, you rascal!" cried Dave, and leaping forward he caught Tom Shocker by the shoulder and forced him aside. "Give me that key!"
"Don"t you do it!" cried Nat. "Here, wait, I"ll fix him! Hold him!"
Nat poured some of the stuff in the bottle on the cotton and advanced on Dave. At the same time Tom Shocker caught Dave by both arms and essayed to hold him.
Dave was strong, and a sudden fear gave him additional strength. He might have been a match for his two a.s.sailants, but for the stuff on the cotton. This was chloroform, and when Nat clapped the saturated cotton to his mouth and nose he was speedily rendered all but unconscious.
"Don"t give him too much!" he heard Tom Shocker say.
"You watch him, while I tie his hands," answered Nat, and then Dave was forced back and onto the bed. He struggled weakly, but could not free himself, and before he realized it he was a close prisoner, with his hands tied fast to the head of the bed and his feet fast to the lower end. He was flat on his back.
"Now, you can stay there until somebody comes to release you," said Nat, mockingly. "I reckon that will teach you a lesson not to send me off on freight trains!"
"Nat, I"ve got to get back to Buffalo to catch my train for Chicago."
"Humph. Not to-night. You"ll stay here."
"The others will worry about me."
"Let them worry. I"ll be glad of it."
"Better destroy that note," suggested Tom Shocker. Then he noticed Dave"s watch and chain, and valuable stickpin, and his eyes glistened.
He began to wonder how much money the lad had in his pocket.
The note was taken by Nat. Then the money-lender"s son took a soft pillow and placed it over Dave"s face.
"That will keep you from calling too loudly," he said. "I guess it won"t hurt your breathing though. Come," he added to the man. "Let us get out of here, before somebody comes."
"All right," answered Tom Shocker. He gazed wistfully at Dave"s watchchain and at the stickpin. "I--er--all right," he added, and followed Nat to the door.
The pair walked outside and the man locked the door. Then both hurried below and out of the side door to the street. They went as far as the corner.
"Let us make for the depot," said Nat, who was plainly nervous. Now that the trick had been played he was becoming alarmed over the possible consequences. "You don"t think he"ll smother?" he asked, anxiously.
"Smother? Not a bit of it," answered Tom Shocker. "He"ll be out of that room inside of an hour. He wasn"t tied very hard, and he"s sure to make a racket sooner or later."
Tom Shocker went with Nat a distance of two blocks more and then came to a sudden halt.
"By jove, I forgot!" he cried. "I must see my old friend, d.i.c.kson, before I leave town. It won"t take me but a few minutes. You go to the depot and wait for me." And before the money-lender"s son could reply, he was off, down another side street.