"It is I--d.i.c.k Rover. What are you doing here?"
"I--I came to call upon the Widow Stanhope," stammered Josiah Crabtree. He was so astonished he knew not what to say.
"You came to rob her, more likely," sneered Tom. "You just broke in at the window."
"No, no--it--it is all a mistake, Rover. I--I am stopping here for the night."
"Indeed!" gasped d.i.c.k, almost struck dumb over the man"s show of "nerve," as he afterward expressed it.
"Yes, I am stopping here."
"With Mrs. Stanhope"s permission of course."
"Certainly. How could I stop here otherwise?"
"What are you doing in the kitchen all alone?""
"Why, I--er--I was up in my room, but I--er--wanted a gla.s.s of water and so came down for it."
"Then Mrs. Stanhope and Dora have gone to bed?"
"Yes, they just retired."
"Have you become friends again?" asked d.i.c.k, just to learn what Josiah Crabtree might say.
"Yes, Rover, Mrs. Stanhope is once more my best friend."
"Then she doesn"t know what a rascal you were out in Africa."
"My dear Richard, you are laboring under a great delusion. I was never in Africa in my life."
"What!" roared d.i.c.k aghast at the man"s audacity.
"I speak the truth. I have made an investigation, and have learned that somebody went to Africa under my name, just to take advantage of my--ahem--of my exalted rank as a professor."
"Great Scott! how you can draw the long bow!" murmured Tom.
"I speak the plain truth. I can prove that for the past six months I have been in Chicago and other portions of the West.
"Well, if you are a guest here, just stay with Tom while I call the Stanhopes," said d.i.c.k, and leaped in at the window.
"Boy, you shall do nothing of the kind," cried Josiah Crabtree, his manner changing instantly.
"Why not? If you are friends, it will do no harm."
"Mrs. Stanhope is--er--is not feeling well, and I will not have her disturbed by a headstrong youth like you."
"We"ll see about that. If you--"
d.i.c.k broke off short, for just then a voice he knew well floated down into the kitchen from upstairs.
"Who is talking down there? Is that you, d.i.c.k?" It was Dora speaking, in a voice full of excitement.
"Yes, Dora, it is I--and Tom. We have caught Josiah Crabtree here in your kitchen."
"Oh!" The girl gave a little scream. "What a villain! Can you hold him?"
"We can try," answered d.i.c.k. He turned to Crabtree. "I reckon your game is up, old man."
"Let me go!" growled the former teacher fiercely, and as d.i.c.k advanced upon him he thrust the lighted candle full into the youth"s face. Of course d.i.c.k had to fall back, not wishing to be burnt, and a second later the candle went out leaving the room in total darkness.
But now Tom sprang forward, bearing Crabtree to the floor. Over and over rolled the pair, upsetting first a chair and then a small table.
At the sound of the row Dora Stanhope began to scream, fearing one of her friends might be killed, and presently Mrs. Stanhope joined in. But the cottage was situated too far away for any outsiders to hear, so the boys had to fight the battle alone.
At length Josiah Crabtree pulled himself clear of Tom"s hold and made for the open window. But now d.i.c.k had recovered and he hurled the man backward.
The movement kept Crabtree in the room, but it was disastrous to Tom, for as the former teacher fell back his heel was planted on Tom"s forehead, and for the time being the younger Rover lay stunned and unable to continue the contest.
Finding himself unable to escape by the window, Josiah Crabtree felt his way to the door and ran out into the hall. Because of his former visits to the house he knew the ground plan well, and from the hall he darted into the parlor and then into the sitting room.
d.i.c.k tried to catch him, and once caught his arm. But Crabtree broke loose and placed a large center table between them.
"Don"t dare to stop me, Rover," hissed the man desperately. "If you do you will be sorry. I am armed."
"So am I armed, Josiah Crabtree. And I call upon you to surrender."
"What, you would shoot me!" cried the former teacher, in terror.
"Why not? Didn"t you try to take my life in Africa?"
"I repeat, you are mistaken."
"I am not mistaken, and can prove my a.s.sertion by half a dozen persons."
"I have not been near Africa."
"I won"t argue the point with you. Do you surrender or not?"
"Yes, I will surrender," replied Josiah Crabtree meekly.
Yet he did not mean what he said, and as d.i.c.k came closer he gave the lad a violent shove backward, which made the elder Rover boy sit down in an easy chair rather suddenly. Then he darted into a small conservatory attached to the sitting room.
"Stop!" panted d.i.c.k, catching his breath.
"Tom, he is running away!"
Crash! jingle! jingle! jingle! Josiah Crabtree had tried the door to the conservatory and finding it locked and the key gone, had smashed out some of the gla.s.s and leaped through the opening thus afforded.