"He"ll show them what"s what," he chuckled. "He"ll either bend "em or break "em. I know Hardach Rally."
As for Fred and Teddy themselves, they hardly knew whether to be glad or sorry.
They loved their home and their parents, and then, too, they hated to leave their boy friends with whom they had grown up in the home town.
But, on the other hand, there was the attraction of new sights and places and all the adventures that might come to them. It was another world into which they were going, and it was not in boy nature that they should not be thrilled by the prospect of "fresh fields and pastures new."
But before the time came for their departure, Oldtown had a sensation that turned it topsy-turvy.
The village store was robbed!
The first thing the boys knew about it was when they heard a whistle under their windows that they recognized as that of Jack Youmans. They stuck sleepy heads out to see what had brought him there at that early hour.
"Hurry up, fellows!" he cried excitedly. "Get your clothes on and come down. There"s something doing."
"What is it?" they asked in chorus.
"Never you mind," answered Jack, swelling with a sense of his importance. "You get a move on and come down."
They slipped into their clothes and in less than three minutes were down beside him. He made them beg a little before he finally gave up his secret.
"The store was robbed last night," he said importantly.
"The store!" exclaimed the boys. There was no need of specifying, as there was only one store in Oldtown of any importance.
"How did it happen?" asked Fred.
"Did they get much?" questioned Teddy.
"They don"t know yet," replied Jack to both questions. "A fellow came past our house a little while ago, and he called to my dad, who was working in the garden, that when Cy Briggs went to open up, he found that the front door was already open and everything inside was all scattered about. He can"t tell yet just how much was stolen, but the safe was broken into and everything in it was cleaned out. Cy is awful excited about it, and they say he"s running around like a hen with her head cut off. Get a wiggle on now, and let"s get down there."
The boys could not remember when anything like a robbery had happened before in the sleepy little town, and they were all afire with excitement.
The family was not up yet, but the boys did not wait for breakfast in their eagerness to be on the scene of the robbery.
A hasty raid on Martha"s pantry gave each of them enough for a cold bite, and, eating as they went along, and running most of the way, they were soon in front of the village store.
The news had traveled fast, and there was an eager crowd already gathered. All sorts of rumors were about, and in the absence of any real news as to the robbers, one guess was as good as another.
The only thing about which there was no doubt at all was that the robbery had occurred. The open safe and tumbled goods were sufficient proofs of that. Cy Briggs, who had run the store for forty years, and had never had a robbery or fire or anything to disturb the regular order of things, was so fl.u.s.tered that he had not yet been able to find out the extent of his loss.
One or two of the cooler heads were going over the stock with him, while the others cl.u.s.tered on the broad porch in front and waited for developments, keeping up a constant buzz of questions and conjectures.
No one had heard any unusual noise the night before. The village constable, who const.i.tuted the entire police force of Oldtown, had made his usual round about ten o"clock, and, as a matter of form, had tried the door. But it had been securely fastened as usual, and there had been nothing to rouse his suspicion. Apart from two or three traveling men who had come in with Jed Muggs, and were now staying at the one hotel, n.o.body had seen any outsiders.
The whole thing was a mystery, and this was increased by the discovery that while the door had been found open, showing that the thieves had come out that way, they must have found some other means of entrance.
The door had been fastened by a bolt, which Cy had pushed into the socket the last thing before leaving. This had not been broken, as it would have been, if the robbers had forced their way in from the front.
Cy himself had gone out of a back door, which he had locked, carrying the key away with him, and this door was found still locked when he came that morning to open up.
"Well, Cy, how about it?" was the question from a dozen voices, as the old storekeeper, grizzled and flushed, came out on the porch. "How much did you lose?"
"Don"t know yet," Cy answered, wiping his forehead with a huge bandana handkerchief, "but I reckon it"ll figger up to close on three or four hundred dollars" wuth."
A hum of excitement rose from the crowd. To the boys especially, this seemed an enormous amount of money.
"That"s a right smart sum, Cy," remarked a sympathetic listener. "What was it they got away with?"
"Money, mostly," mourned Cy. "The goods in the store wasn"t bothered much. Reckon they was lookin" only for cash. Then, too, they"ve cleaned out a co"sid"able of jewelry and watches. Some of "em I was gettin"
ready to send away to the city to be repaired, and others had come back mended, but the customers hadn"t called for "em yet."
Catching sight at that moment of Fred in the crowd, he added: "One of them watches was your Uncle Aaron"s. It was a vallyble one and I feel wuss over that than almost anything else. I know he set a heap of store by it."
"Uncle Aaron"s watch!" gasped the boys.
It was a knock-down blow for them, especially for Teddy. Was he never to get away from that miserable runaway? If it had not been for that, the watch would not have been injured, and at this very moment it might have been reposing in his uncle"s capacious pocket. Now the "fat was in the fire" again. The chances were that the watch would never be seen again by the rightful owner.
"I"m the hoodoo kid, all right!" he groaned.
"It sure is hard luck," sympathized Jack.
"Brace up, Teddy," urged Jim. "They may catch the fellows yet."
"Swell chance!" retorted Teddy to their well-meant sympathy. "Even if they do, they won"t get the watch back. Those fellows will make a beeline to the nearest p.a.w.nshop, and that"ll be the end of it."
"I wish we could have caught them at it," said Fred savagely. "If they"d only been working when we came past last night."
"What time last night?" asked Cy, p.r.i.c.king up his ears.
"About eleven o"clock, I guess," answered Fred. "Teddy and I had been over to Tom Barrett"s house. He"s just got a new phonograph, and we went over to hear him try it out. He had a lot of records, and it was pretty late when we came away."
"And yer didn"t see anything out of the way when you come past?" went on Cy.
"Not a thing. We didn"t meet a soul on the way home."
Just then there was a stir inside the store, and the constable, Hi Vickers, came to the door.
"Come here a minute, Cy," he said. "I bet I"ve found out how those fellers got into the store."
As many as could crowded in after him as he led the way to a little side window.
"They got in here," he said triumphantly.
"But that"s locked," said Cy.
"Sure it is," explained Hi, "but they could have locked it again after they got in, couldn"t they? One thing certain, they"ve unlocked it first from the outside. See here," and the constable showed where the blade of a heavy knife had left marks on the frame. It had evidently been thrust between the two halves of the window to push back the fastening.
"There you are," he said. "You see, they clum that apple tree right alongside the winder and----"