"Ouch!" they heard him cry out, as he struggled there on the floor amid a whirl of dust.
"Are you hurt?" asked Fred, anxiously; for the other had come down pretty hard.
"N-no, not much, I guess," Bristles replied, as he began to struggle once more to his feet, aided by Fred"s ready hand; but as the breath had been pretty well knocked out of him by the concussion, Bristles, for once, lacked words to explain his feelings.
The balance seemed to be waiting for the dust to settle, or their companion to get possession of his war-club again, before advancing into the mill.
"Let me head the crowd, Fred, because I know every inch of the place,"
Sid insisted, as he pushed through the now open door.
"Wait, and let"s give a call," suggested Felix. "If Colon"s in here he might be up in the loft, or down in the pit, goodness knows where. Tune up, fellows, and see what"s what!"
They all shouted together, and the result was such a medley of sounds that it was doubtful if even their chum could have recognized familiar voices among the lot making up the chorus.
"I heard something like a cry!" declared Sid, immediately after the echo of their shout had died away in the empty mill.
"You"re right," added Wagner, "for I caught the same thing. And, Sid, I reckon it came from off yonder in the machinery room, where we used to play, long ago, you remember."
"It"s mighty dingy in here," complained Bristles, finding his voice again.
Indeed, the interior of the deserted mill did look as though it might harbor all sorts of strange things, such as bats and owls, that could find a way in and out through broken window panes, or holes in the siding. And Bristles, to tell the truth, although he would never have admitted the fact to one of his chums, did secretly feel just a _little_ belief in supernatural things. A graveyard was a place nothing could tempt him to visit after dark, at least alone.
Fred waited no longer. He had managed to get his bearings now, and believed he could find his way about, though after coming from the brightness of the sunshine outside, one"s eyes had to get accustomed to the half-gloom of the cob-web-festooned mill interior.
"Come on!" he simply said, as he started quickly for the door leading out of the office into the main part of the mill.
And even while he was thus moving, he, too, caught a plain, unmistakable movement beyond, that told of the mill being occupied by others besides themselves. In this anxious, yet determined, frame of mind, then, Fred Fenton led his three chums past the portal of the door, and into the mill proper.
CHAPTER XIII
HOW GABE MADE GOOD
"Good gracious!" Sid Wells called out
The boys had pushed into the main part of the mill, with their nerves all on edge, and their muscles set in readiness for a struggle. Whether they would meet the three tramps who were creating no end of excitement around the vicinity by their bold robbery of hen-roosts, and even houses; or some desperate boys ready to fight when caught in a trap, none of them knew.
They expected trouble of some sort, at least; Bristles was even counting on it, and would be very much disappointed if it failed to come to pa.s.s.
But instead of a group of lads at bay, and ready to give as good as they received, they discovered what seemed to be just two figures on the floor of the mill. One of these jumped up, and faced them defiantly, whirling a piece of flooring in a circle above his head.
"Keep back, you!" he cried, hoa.r.s.ely.
"Why, if it ain"t Gabe Larkins!" exclaimed the astounded Bristles, as he managed to get a look at the face of the other.
Fred was himself astonished, for he had recognized the butcher"s boy about the same time Bristles did. Gabe here, and apparently concerned in this abduction of Colon! It raised up a host of wild conjectures. Could he be in the pay of those reckless Mechanicsburg fellows; or possibly connected with Buck Lemington"s crowd? Even a more sensational theory flashed through Fred"s mind, connected with the men who were looked upon as thieves. Was Gabe in league with these desperate persons?
"Down him!" exclaimed Bristles, making a forward move, as though ready to throw himself upon the taller boy without regard for what would follow when Gabe brought that piece of floor board into play.
The rest were starting to follow his example, as it seemed to be the only proper course, when to their astonishment there was a movement to the figure lying on the floor, a kicking of a pair of long legs; and immediately the well known voice of their chum, Colon, sounded:
"Hold up, boys, don"t tackle Gabe; I tell you he"s done me a good turn!"
Of course, at that, even the impulsive Bristles held his hand. Perhaps he was not wholly sorry to declare a temporary truce, pending negotiations for surrender; because that board had an ugly look, and Gabe was waving it back and forth just as some players do their bat when waiting to gauge the delivery of a new pitcher.
"Oh! it"s you, fellers, eh?" Gabe remarked, as, bending forward, he peered at the newcomers who had broken in upon him so suddenly; "call it off, and we"ll say quits. I haven"t got any fuss with you."
He thereupon threw the piece of board down, as though that finished the matter, so far as he was concerned.
"Got a knife, somebody?" sang out the struggling Colon, who was trying to gain a sitting position, but seemed unable to control his limbs.
"They got me spliced up tight as anything here; and Gabe he didn"t have anything to cut me loose with, so he was chawing the knots to beat the band when you showed up. We thought it was them fellers come back, and it gave us both a little scare."
Fred was already at the side of the bound boy. He always kept the blades of his knife as keen as possible; and once he found where to cut it did not take him long to set Colon free from the pieces of old rope with which the unfortunate youth was bound.
"Ow! it pinches like hot cakes!" grunted the late prisoner, as he was helped to his feet, and doubtless found part of his limbs benumbed or "asleep," as boys say.
"Tell us first of all, Colon, did they hurt you so you can"t run to-morrow?" demanded Bristles, angrily.
"Oh! I reckon it isn"t nothin" much," came the rea.s.suring reply. "Give a feller a little chance to limber up; won"t you? I"ll feel all right in a short time. But it was sure a rough deal for me, and some surprise too, let me tell you, fellers. I never had the least bit of idea they"d jump out on me like they did; and would you believe me, the whole bunch had red handkerchiefs over their faces, so I couldn"t tell who they might be."
"But you heard "em talk; sure you must; and recognized "em by their voices?" declared Bristles, eagerly.
But Colon shook his head in the negative.
"They were cunning about that, too," he declared; "and when they talked any, it was so low I just couldn"t get on to who they were."
"But how about Gabe here, looks funny to see him around. Haven"t been delivering meat to anybody away up here; have you?" asked Sid, with a strong vein of suspicion in his voice.
"Why, he told me the boss had sent him up here to get a calf that a farmer had for sale," remarked Colon, who was limping around, and exercising both arms and legs so as to bring about a return of circulation in his veins.
"A calf!" echoed Bristles; "well, what next, I wonder? But then they say a poor excuse is better than none."
"Hold on," interrupted Felix Wagner; "you fellows looked at me like nothing"d convince you I didn"t have a hand in this business. But you found out that the talk I gave you was straight, after all. Say, perhaps what he tells is all to the good, too. Didn"t Colon say the fellow was trying to set him free by gnawing at the knots, because he didn"t have a knife along? Suppose you ask him some more questions, Fred."
"Just what I meant to do, Felix," returned the other; "because, for my part, I believe every word Gabe has said," and turning on the butcher"s boy, he continued:
"Where did you leave your cart, Gabe; for you must have had it along if you expected to take the calf back with you?"
"It"s over at the farmer"s right now," replied the other, frankly. "They said he was in Tenafly, and wouldn"t be back short of a hour or more.
And as my boss told me not to come home without the veal, I tied up the hoss. Used to come over here to the old place when I was a kid, along with the rest, but I ain"t never been up here for years now. Thought, seein" I was so clost, I"d just take a walk over to find out how she looked, to pa.s.s the time away."
"Oh! I see," Fred broke in; "and when you got here you heard somebody calling inside the mill, did you?"
"I heard a queer sound, more like a groan than anything else," admitted the boy.
"That was me, all right," chuckled Colon. "Yelled till I got tired, and I was so husky I just couldn"t let out another peep. And as I kept on tryin" to slip an arm out, I reckon I did some gruntin". I was mad all through; because, you see, I"d guessed what it was all about, and that they didn"t want me to run to-morrow."