"How do you do, Mr. Colquitt?" was Dr. Bentley"s greeting. Then other introductions followed, and, ere he knew it, Hibbert and his friends were members of the party and destined to partake of the barbecue feast.
The oldish-looking man with the new arrivals proved to be Mr.
Calvin Page.
"He"s the millionaire father of the missing boy that Colquitt and I are trying to find," Hibbert explained to d.i.c.k.
"Have you any clue, as yet?" Prescott inquired.
"Nothing worth while," sighed Lon Hibbert.
"It"s too bad," murmured d.i.c.k. "Mr. Page is a fine-looking man, but he must be lonely."
"He is," agreed Lon Hibbert.
"His wife is dead, isn"t she?"
"Yes; and Page would give the world to find that boy of his."
"Perhaps if he doesn"t find his son it may be as well," d.i.c.k hinted.
"Why, as well?"
"The missing son, brought up by others, might have turned out badly," Prescott suggested.
"Pooh!" quickly rejoined Lon Hibbert. "That missing son, no matter how wild or bad he may be, is still young enough to reform.
Prescott, no matter how bad that son may be, it will be a blessing for my friend Page to find his boy! I pray that it may be my good fortune to run across that son, one of these days, and that I may be the first to recognize the boy."
"Prescott," broke in Mr. Ross, coming forward, "you don"t begin to have enough knives, forks and plates to take care of this crowd, do you?"
"I"m sorry to say that we haven"t," d.i.c.k smiled. "But we"ll manage that all right. My friends and I will play waiters, and sit at second table after the dishes have been washed."
"You won"t have to," replied the cattle owner. "I have a folding table and dishes in my wagon, and I"ll send Bill Hopple after "em."
So the tables were set under the shade of the trees, not far from the campfire. The Sharps man came up, and was seated with Jim and Bill. Everything being now cooked, the feast began.
"I"ve never had anything as wonderful as this happen to me before,"
cried Belle Meade, as she seated herself and looked over the two tables with sparkling eyes. "Girls, we didn"t look forward to such a treat as this when we left Gridley this morning."
"You intended to look in on us, didn"t you?" inquired Darry.
"Yes; but we brought our own luncheons," said Laura. "We didn"t expect you to do anything for us---unless you boys had happened to catch a mess of fish."
"We were planning to go fishing this morning," Tom Reade explained, "although we do not know whether the fishing near here amounts to much. May I pa.s.s you some of this sirloin, Miss Marshall?"
Gay spirits ruled, as they usually do and always should when young people are together out in the open, far from studies or from any of the other cares of life.
d.i.c.k told the story of the stampede, while Mr. Ross added much about the peculiarities of stampeding cattle and the impossibility of controlling the animals while their mad fright lasts.
"I am certain that this is the finest meal I have ever eaten,"
declared Mr. Page, who, up to the present, had been rather silent.
"There is only one thing it needs," rejoined Mr. Ross. "If we had about six roasted ears of corn for each diner then this barbecue would be a huge success."
"Not even the corn could improve it," declared Laura Bentley, as d.i.c.k helped her to more of the roasted meat.
"Don"t forget that pudding, ladies and gentlemen!" called out Jim Hornby, from where he sat. "That pudding is my best kind, and the best one of its kind that I ever turned out. When you have the pudding you won"t be thinking of a little thing like roasted ears of corn."
"No more, thank you," replied Clara Marshall, as Greg tried to secure her plate in order to help her to more food.
"Until the pudding comes on," prompted Jim Hornby.
"Until the pudding arrives," smiled Clara.
"But no one may think of having pudding yet," insisted Mr. Ross, with mock gravity. "I forbid that anyone should have pudding, or even think of it, until we have tried the one really delicious dish of this feast."
"And what may that be?" called Dr. Bentley.
"The best part of the cow," replied Mr. Ross.
"A big rib roast, served with cracked bones with the marrow cooked in them. Come along, Bill. We"ll bring back the roast and the marrow."
Ross and his man moved briskly out of sight. Only a few moments had pa.s.sed when Mr. Ross" voice was heard from the clearing:
"_Thieves_! The rib roast is gone---so is the marrow!"
d.i.c.k glanced swiftly at his chums. The same idea was in the minds of all the members of d.i.c.k & Co.
"Our friend, the prowler, has been here," muttered Prescott, rising hastily. "This thing has got to be stopped. Come along, fellows!
Friends, please excuse us for a few moments."
At a dog trot d.i.c.k led the way to the clearing. There stood Mr.
Ross, looking the picture of indignation.
"I didn"t know there were tramps in these woods," muttered the cattle owner.
"Tramp, thief, or whatever he is," exclaimed d.i.c.k Prescott, "that fellow must move on out of this part of the country. If he doesn"t we"ll catch him. After we get through with him, he"ll be glad enough to move on."
"If he"s able," added Dave Darrin significantly.
"Oh, what"s the use of making a fuss, this time?" demanded Tom Reade good-humoredly. "For once we have so much meat that we could spare a hungry man two hundred pounds and not miss it."
"It"s the principle of the thing," muttered d.i.c.k, who was studying the ground intently. "That big, hulking fellow doesn"t care a rap whether we have plenty, or whether he takes all we have.
We"ve got to suppress him. We must catch him, and put a stop to his thieving. See! Here"s where he went off through the woods.
Come on! We"ll trail him!"
"And, if we find him?" asked Greg.
"We"ll try to reason with the fellow," responded Prescott rather grimly.