"But I say, you got all the best of it, Bob," said Herb. "Why couldn"t you let the rest of us get a glimpse of some honest-to-goodness sharpers?"
"They weren"t much to look at," said Bob, with a frown. "That man they called Mohun was one of the ugliest scoundrels I"ve ever seen."
"Was he any worse than Ca.s.sey?" asked Jimmy, curiously.
"If he was he must have been going some," added Herb, with conviction.
"I guess n.o.body could be much worse than Ca.s.sey," said Bob, frowning at the memory of the stuttering scoundrel"s evil acts. "But he"s just as bad. When he jumped at that big fellow with the bushy eyebrows I thought he was going to bite him. He has teeth that stick away out over his under lip."
"Must be a beauty," commented Herb.
"I say," said poor Jimmy, fairly running in his effort to keep up with the other boys, "you"re not going toward the hotel, Bob. May I ask where you are going?"
"Why, Doughnuts, you shouldn"t have to ask," broke in Joe, before Bob could respond. "Don"t you know there is only one place where we could be going after hearing such rotten news as we"ve just heard?"
"We"re going to the Salpers, of course," finished Herb, with a condescending air that irritated the plump and puffing Jimmy.
"Well, you needn"t be so fresh about it," he grumbled, rubbing his empty stomach ruefully. "It"s nearly dark----"
"And it"s dinner time," added Joe, with a grin. "How well we know you, Doughnuts."
"Well," grumbled Jimmy, grinning reluctantly, "I don"t see why the Salpers can"t wait till we can get something to eat."
"It won"t take us long," said Bob, who had been thinking hard as they tramped along. "We"ll just stop in and tell them what we"ve heard and then go on. I don"t suppose there is anything that we can do."
"I guess Mr. Salper will do all that"s necessary when he finds his money threatened," said Joe significantly.
"I reckon he"s had a hunch that something of this kind has been going on for a long time--in fact, he as much as told us so," said Bob. "But I guess these rascals were so clever he couldn"t put his finger on them."
"I wonder what kind of deal they were talking about," mused Herb.
"It was a crooked one, anyway," said Bob, decidedly. "All you had to do was to look at them to know that."
The little shack in the woods was a long way from the Salper place, and so, in spite of their hurry, the boys did not reach it until just on the edge of dark.
The entire family was gathered in the living room of the Salper cottage, even Mr. Salper himself, and the boys threw their bomb right into the midst of them.
Mr. Salper had seemed inclined, as he usually did, to draw apart by himself, but at the very beginning of the boys" story, he evinced an almost fierce interest.
He questioned them minutely while the girls and Mrs. Salper listened wonderingly.
"You said the name of one of the men was Mohun?" he asked, throwing away the cigar he had been smoking and bending earnestly toward Bob.
"What did he look like?"
The disagreeable impression the man had made upon him was still so vivid that Bob had no trouble at all in giving a graphic description of the fellow.
Mr. Salper"s face grew blacker and blacker as he listened and he pulled out another cigar, biting off the end of it viciously.
"That"s the fellow I"ve been suspecting all along," he said, finally.
"Slick fellow, that Mohun. Whenever a man gets too eager to do things for you I"ve learned to suspect him. Yet, closely as I"ve watched this man, I haven"t been able to get a thing on him. As far as we could find out, he was perfectly square. But, by Jove, this puts an entirely new face on things."
He paused for a moment, puffing hard on his cigar while the others all watched him anxiously. The ill humor which had been hanging over him for so long seemed magically to have vanished. Now that his suspicions had been so unexpectedly justified, bringing with them the need for action, the broker was a different man, entirely. His brow had cleared and there was an eager light in his keen eyes.
"You fellows have done me the greatest of possible services," he said, turning to the radio boys--he had forgotten up to that time to thank them for what they had done. "If you could know what it means to me to have this information----"
He broke off, running his hand excitedly through his hair, his eyes gazing unseeingly out of the window.
"I must act and act quickly," he muttered, after a minute. "There is surely no time to lose. You said this man Mohun was urging haste?" he added, turning to Bob.
The latter nodded. "Said he"d quit if they didn"t get a move on, or words to that effect," he told his questioner, and Mr. Salper smiled a preoccupied smile in response.
"Then Mohun will get what he wants. He has a way of getting what he wants," he said, again with that air of speaking to himself. "I"m glad to know it"s Mohun--very glad!"
Although Bob had given as good a description as was possible of the other two men who had been in the shack with Mohun, Mr. Salper did not recognize them.
"Probably a couple of dark horses," he said, and dismissed the subject. Evidently, to him, Mohun was the most important of the rascals and the one it was necessary to deal with at once.
After repeated thanks from Mr. Salper and outspoken grat.i.tude on the part of Mrs. Salper and the girls, the boys managed to get away.
They hurried on toward the Mountain Rest Hotel, talking excitedly of what had happened.
"That was sure just dumb luck," remarked Joe as he sniffed of the cold brisk air and began to realize that he was very hungry. "Our happening on that little shack just as we did," he added in response to an enquiring look from Bob.
"You bet," agreed Herb. "That was the time our luck was running strong. It will do me good if those scoundrels get come up with, especially the one with the big teeth."
"Oh, stop talking and hurry up," begged Jimmy, who, in his eagerness to get back to the hotel and dinner, was actually leading the others.
"It seems ten miles to the house when your poor old system is crying aloud for grub."
They laughed at him but followed his example just the same, for they had been tramping many hours and their appet.i.tes were never of the uncertain variety.
But just before they reached the welcome lights of the cottage they realized to their surprise that it was snowing again. So fast were the flakes coming that by the time they reached the door of the hotel they were well powdered with them.
"Hooray!" shouted Herb. "We sure are getting our money"s worth of snow this winter."
"You bet," agreed Bob, adding happily: "And this one looks like a "lallapaloosa.""
CHAPTER XX
BROKEN WIRES
True to Bob"s prediction, the snowstorm proved to be a fierce one even for this season of unusual snows, and when the boys awoke the next morning they found that the ground had taken on an extra covering and the branches of the trees were weighted down with the heavy fall.
"Say, fellows, look what"s here!" cried Joe as he roused his mates, sleepy-eyed from their comfortable beds. "Old Jack Frost sure was busy last night."