At first the horses refused to leave the road, but at last the strain on the one rein told and Dan swerved to the right, dragging his mate with him. As the wheels of the buckboard sank into the soft soil of the field the pulling became harder, and at last the horses dropped into a walk and were then brought to a stop with ease.
"Wonder if Sam was hurt?" were d.i.c.k"s first words, as he leaped to the ground and ran to the heads of the team to quiet them.
"He went out in a hurry, that"s sure," was Tom"s answer. "Can you hold them now?"
"Yes--the fire is all out of them."
"Then I"ll run back and see to Sam." And Tom set off on a dog trot toward the spot where the mishap to his younger brother had occurred. He found Sam sitting on a rock rubbing his left wrist.
"Hurt?" he sang out, anxiously.
"This wrist is a little lame, and my knee is skinned," was the answer.
"Did they get away and throw you out?"
"No, d.i.c.k managed to stop them by turning into a soft field. It is lucky you didn"t break your neck."
"I might have if I hadn"t tumbled into the bushes, Tom. Gracious, how the buckboard did jounce up and down!"
Limping a little on account of the bruised knee, Sam followed his brother down the road. They found d.i.c.k had led the team from the field.
He, too, was glad to learn Sam was not seriously injured.
"What"s to do now?" asked Tom. "I don"t like to trust that team much."
"Oh, they"re tamed down now," a.s.serted d.i.c.k. "I am sure they won"t want to run away again."
"We want to get to Carwell as soon as possible, but we don"t want to do it by breaking our necks," went on the fun-loving Rover.
Once more the three youths got on the buckboard and d.i.c.k started the team. The fire was now all out of them, and they went along at their regular gait. It had grown so dark the boys had to light a lantern they had brought along.
"Listen!" said Sam presently, and held up his hand. From out of the darkness they heard the steady chug-chug of an automobile. It seemed to be coming toward them.
"Maybe it"s the runabout with those two men!" cried Tom.
"If it is, let us try to stop them," answered d.i.c.k.
They brought the team to a halt and listened. For a few seconds the chug-chug came closer, then it died away in the distance on their left.
"The machine must have taken to a side road," was d.i.c.k"s comment.
"Yes, and we may as well go on," answered Tom.
Once more they proceeded on their way. Less than a hundred yards were covered when they reached the side road. In the muddy roadway the tracks of the rubber tires of the automobile were plainly to be seen.
"If we were sure they were the men we might go after them," said Sam.
"We"d not catch them with the horses," answered d.i.c.k.
"And it might be another machine," added Tom. "There are plenty of them in Carwell."
They were now within two miles of the town and the farmhouses were becoming more numerous. Just as they struck a paved street, Tom uttered an exclamation:
"Here comes Uncle Randolph now!"
He pointed ahead to where a street light fell on a horse and buggy. On the seat of the latter sat Randolph Rover, driving along contentedly.
"Hullo, Uncle Randolph!" sang out d.i.c.k, and brought the buckboard to a halt.
"Why, d.i.c.k!" exclaimed the uncle, staring at the three boys in surprise.
"What brings you here this time of night?"
"We came to find you, Uncle Randolph," said Tom, and added: "Are your traction company bonds safe?"
"My bonds? What do you know of my bonds?" And now the buggy halted beside the buckboard.
"We know two men are after them," said Sam.
"Oh, I thought that was a secret," answered Mr. Rover.
"But did you see the men?" asked d.i.c.k, impatiently.
"Oh, yes, and I have had a narrow escape from being swindled," answered the uncle, calmly.
"Oh, then you escaped," said d.i.c.k, and he and his brothers breathed a sigh of relief.
"Yes, I escaped," answered Randolph Rover. "It was very kind of Mr.
Jardell to come to me as he did," he went on.
"Mr. Jardell?" asked Tom. "Who is he?"
"Why, the treasurer of the traction company."
"Then you haven"t seen a man named Merrick and another named Pike?"
asked Sam.
"Why, no. Who are they?"
"Two rascals who were up to some game. We think they were after your traction company bonds."
"Ha! perhaps--But no, that couldn"t be," murmured Mr. Rover, wiping off the spectacles he wore. "I--er--I really do not understand this, boys."
"Tell us what you"ve been doing, uncle, and then we"ll tell what we know," said d.i.c.k.
"Um! Well, you know that some time ago I invested in ten thousand dollars worth of traction company bonds--got them through an agent in New York."
"Yes."
"Well, about a week ago I received a private letter from Mr. Jardell, of the traction company, stating that there was something wrong with the bonds. Some plates had been stolen and counterfeit bonds printed."
"Yes."