said Frank.
"Why?" asked Jerry eagerly.
"For one thing, because it was a thrilling story. Another thing lay in the fact that all sorts of strange possibilities flashed before my mind, for, Jerry, the name of the escaped convict was familiar to me, and will be to you."
Frank gave another hasty look around. Then taking out a piece of paper, evidently torn from an old news sheet, he held it out so that the other could see where he had drawn a heavy black ring with his lead pencil.
"Thaddeus Lasher!"
As Jerry muttered that name his eyes sought those of his chum.
"Whew!" he whistled in an expressive way.
"It looks serious for Andy, don"t you think?" asked Frank.
"It does now, for a fact. Do you think this can be his dad?" asked the other.
"Don"t know; either that, or an uncle, for the account mentions that he is a man about fifty years of age. He seems to have been imprisoned a good long time back for the crime of robbery. There was a little doubt about it at the time, and he was sentenced on purely circ.u.mstantial evidence. Some people even thought he might be innocent," went on Frank.
"And all these years he has lain in the penitentiary, forgotten by every one but his family; that"s pretty tough," muttered sympathetic Jerry.
"How long have you known Andy?"
"He and his mother came to Centerville about five years back. n.o.body ever knew anything about the family. I always supposed his father was dead," replied Jerry thoughtfully.
"Well, it looks as though this escaped convict, who still had years to serve, might be his father. Some cruel people would say that that is why Andy has always been a wild, tough boy; but I think that came from other reasons. But, Jerry, do you remember that we couldn"t for our lives guess what was taking Andy up in this region?"
"Yes. He never peeped a word about it, for a fact!"
"And he carried a bag. We supposed he had clothes in that, but now I"m of the opinion that it might have been food," said Frank.
"For his hiding father? Frank, it takes you to see through these mysteries. Ten to one, you solve the ghost racket before we go back."
"Don"t be too sure. I may slip up on that; but I may as well hint, even now, that I"ve got, a sort of vague idea in connection with an explanation there. Later on I"m going to try and prove it out. But say nothing to the others until I give you permission."
"Of course not. It"s your say in the matter. But what can Andy be thinking of? Perhaps he means to help smuggle his dad out of the States, into Canada, when the coast is clear. Anyhow, I can"t help feeling sorry for the fellow. It shows that he has something good in him, just as I always said."
"That"s so, Jerry. Any fellow who stands up for his father can"t be all bad."
"All right, Frank. Glad to hear you say so. What do you want to ask me?"
"Have you any idea about the matter? Can you give a guess what the escaped convict would be doing up here all this time?"
"What date is that paper, Frank?"
"Some three months back. The man has been loose all that time."
"But perhaps not up here. He may have gone far away, and only come back to this neighborhood recently, for some reason," ventured Jerry.
"That"s what I wanted to hear from you. I know that you have inherited a little of the clear reasoning power that has made your father the successful banker he is. Apply it to this case, now. Supposing Thaddeus Lasher did go away, and has recently come back here, what brings him?
What does he mean to do here?"
"H"m! Evidently he found means to communicate with his family," mused Jerry.
"Yes; if, as we believe, Andy had provisions in that stout grip which he was taking up to his father, to tide him over. But the clamor has long since died out, Jerry. Then why doesn"t this escaped convict get away for good?"
Jerry looked at him keenly.
"I can see that you"ve got something on your mind, Frank," he said.
"I admit it."
"Something connected with this affair and the coming of Andy with the grub his mother has sent. Wait a minute till I put two and two together, and perhaps I can catch a glimpse of the same thing that has struck you."
Frank watched him curiously.
Presently Jerry looked up and grinned.
"You"ve hit something, I see," remarked his chum.
"I reckon I have, pard. It may sound foolish, but all the same, as my dad would say, it seems like a logical sequence to me," he ventured.
"You think, then, there is some connection between this hiding of Thaddeus Lasher in the hills and something that has puzzled us? Suppose you say plainly just what you believe. What do you lay at his door, Jerry?"
Jerry raised his heavy eyebrows and uttered a couple of words that brought a smile to the face of his companion and a quick nod of the head.
"The ghost!"
CHAPTER XVI
A TIME FOR QUICK ACTION
"What would he want to play ghost for, Frank?" asked Jerry presently.
"Give it up. There might be one of a dozen reasons. You know the old story about Columbus and the egg, and how easy it seemed to stand it on end after being shown? Well, this is something the same. I"ve no doubt that after we learn all about the matter, if we ever do, all of us will say, "how easy," just as those Spanish grandees did at the court of Philip."
"Mention one or two reasons, then, just to push me along," urged Jerry.
"Well, perhaps he may fear that a search will be made up here for him, and wants to frighten people away. I forgot to tell you that the account says Thaddeus Lasher was once an actor of no mean merit," remarked Frank.
"Say, now, that kind of fits in real well, don"t it? Who but an actor would ever think of playing ghost up here in this lonely region? But somehow I seem to feel that there must be a deeper reason than that for it all."
"I do, too, Jerry; but the truth is, I don"t seem able to get hold of it. All the while I feel as if it might be just there beyond my reach, and I keep stretching out my hands without finding a grip. But it"ll come, sooner or later."
"Yes; they say everything does to the one who waits long enough. What if we run across Andy again?" queried Jerry.