Evidently the swindler had dropped from the roof to the upper landing of the fire escape. He was now almost to the bottom.
"Stop!" cried Tom, but he knew the command was a useless one. At the sound of his voice Merrick looked up and muttered something the boy could not catch. Then he swung himself from the bottom landing of the fire escape and dropped to the ground.
"If he can get down that way, so can I," thought Tom, and in another moment he was descending the escape in the same fashion as the swindler had done. As he reached the second landing of the escape he saw Merrick turn the corner of the alleyway and disappear on the street beyond.
When Tom came out on the street he almost ran into the arms of two burly men who had come out of the tenement. Both caught him by the arms.
"What does this mean, young fellow?" asked one, savagely. "Doing the sneak-thief act?"
"I am after a thief," was the answer. "Did you see a man running away?"
"No, and we don"t think there was a man," answered one of the tenement dwellers.
"Well, there was a man," said Tom. "Come, if you will help me catch him I will reward you well."
"What did he steal?"
"Some bonds worth ten thousand dollars--they belonged to my uncle,"
explained Tom, hastily.
The promise of a reward made the men attentive and they soon agreed to a.s.sist Tom as much as possible. Then d.i.c.k and Sam came in sight, and had to be told of what had happened.
The two men knew the tenement and factory district well, and they led in a hunt lasting over half an hour, and a policeman was likewise called into service.
"I"ve heard of that bond case," said the policeman. "I"d like to lay my hands on Merrick."
But the hunt was a useless one, for Merrick could not be found. For their trouble Tom gave the two men from the tenement a dollar each, with which they had to be satisfied. The policeman promised to report the matter at headquarters, and as there seemed to be nothing else to do, the three Rover boys walked down to the steamboat dock, first, however, sending a telegram to Randolph Rover, relating briefly what had occurred.
"It"s a great pity we didn"t catch this Merrick," sighed Tom, when they were steaming along the lake sh.o.r.e. "Perhaps we"ll never see or hear of him again."
"Well, we don"t want Merrick as much as we want Uncle Randolph"s traction company bonds," answered d.i.c.k. "If he has disposed of the bonds it won"t do much good to catch him,--unless, of course, he can get the bonds back."
"And he may not have had the bonds," put in Sam. "That fellow Pike may have handled them."
"That is true, too,--although I somehow think Merrick is the prime mover in this swindle."
"I think that, too," said Tom.
The _Golden Star_ was a trim little side-wheeler with a fair-sized deck fore and aft. The boys sat on the forward deck, and as the boat ran along the sh.o.r.e of the lake they pointed out many localities known to them.
"There is where we went on the paper chase," said Sam.
"Yes, and that is where we went on one of the encampments," added Tom.
"We came fishing down here once," put in d.i.c.k. "One of the boys went overboard."
"It was John Fenwick, the fellow we used to call Mumps," said Tom. "By the way, I wonder what has become of him?"
"Went west, I think," answered Sam. "One of the boys said he was in the insurance business with some relative."
"He was a great toady to Dan Baxter."
"So he was, but he had some good points, too."
So the talk ran on, until Cedarville was reached. On account of the delay it was dark, and the boys wondered if they would find any conveyance to take them to the Hall.
"Hullo, here is Peleg Snuggers with the carryall!" cried Sam, as the general utility man of the school appeared. "How are you, Peleg?"
"Fust rate," replied the man, grinning. "Been waiting a long time for you."
"Sorry, but we couldn"t make the captain hurry the boat," answered d.i.c.k.
"Peleg, you"re a sight for tired optics," said Tom, giving the man"s hand a squeeze that made him wince. "How"s your grandmother?"
"Why, Master Tom, I ain"t----"
"And your great-granduncle? Is he over the shingles yet?"
"Why, Master Tom, I ain"t got no----"
"And your second cousin by your first wife"s sister? Did she get over the heart failure she had when the canary took a fit?"
"Now, see here, Master Tom, don"t you go for to joking an old man----"
"Joking, Peleg?" returned Tom, solemnly. "Why, you know I never joke."
And he took on an injured look.
"Don"t joke, eh? Well, if you ain"t the greatest joker Putnam Hall ever see then I"ll eat my hat," declared Peleg. "Jump in an" don"t ask me about no grandfathers, or wife"s sisters, nor nuthing. Ain"t you hungry?"
"Hungry? I could eat a brickbat fried in lemon oil."
"Then, unless you hurry, you won"t get no supper."
"Oh, Mrs. Green will get something for us, never fear," said d.i.c.k, mentioning the matron of Putnam Hall, who was a warm-hearted and generous woman, even though a little bit "peppery" at times.
"All the other boys here now?" asked d.i.c.k, as they drove off in the direction of Putnam Hall.
"I reckon the most of "em are, Master d.i.c.k. So many coming an" going I can hardly keep track of "em."
"Fred Garrison, Songbird Powell and Hans Mueller back?" asked Sam.
"Yes, an" they told me some wonderful stories of your doings down south."
"Are Larry Colby and George Granbury here?" questioned d.i.c.k.
"Yes."