"Now, that"s all done," smiled Jack, pleasantly, putting back the pen, blotting the fresh ink and pa.s.sing the paper half forward.
Stifling a sigh, Mr. Forrester rose, going to his safe. A few turns of the combination lock and he pulled the steel door open.
"Nine hundred and fifty dollars that came in this afternoon. I intended to bank it in the morning," he said, then began to count "If a burglar broke in to-night and cracked the safe," he added, with a laugh, "I"d be glad, in the morning, that I had settled this bill with cash."
Jack received the bills with a rapidly beating heart. He counted them, found the amount correct, and pa.s.sed half the money to Hal Hastings.
"For safety, Hal," he suggested, "I think we"d better divide the money, and then each of us put half of his own pile in each shoe."
Mr. Forrester watched with something like an amused smile as the two youngsters crossed the room, removing their shoes, and putting small packets of bills down inside.
"I suppose that"s in order that a hold-up artist would pa.s.s the money by," he chuckled. "Well, boys, I wish you a safe journey back with your money. We don"t often have any hold-ups on these quiet roads, anyway."
Before leaving, Jack took pains to thank his host again, very courteously, for the settlement of the account. Then the boys went outside, untied the horse, got into the buggy and drove away.
"Well, that"s a pretty smooth profit for one evening," laughed Jack, as he turned the horse"s head into the highway.
"Forty dollars you make, in one evening," commented Hal.
"Twenty apiece, you mean, old fellow. You were with me in this."
"But I didn"t have to do any of the talking, or anything else."
"Just the same, Hal, you know we"re still partners."
"Whew!" said Hastings, uneasily. "I shall be nervous until we reach Mr. Farnum"s house and hand him the money. Hold up a minute, Jack, while we"re near houses."
"What"s the game?" inquired Benson, as his chum leaped down into the road and began to rummage about.
"These may be of some use to us in the buggy; just possibly," replied Hal, returning with a half dozen stones, the size of hens" eggs, which he placed on the seat between them. "It"s the only form of arms we have, Jack," he whispered, "and we"re carrying a heap more money than we could make good in a long time."
"We"ve got only a few miles to go," laughed Jack, easily. "Besides who"d ever think of holding up boys? And no one but Mr. Forrester knows that we have the cash."
In the first five miles that they drove from Waverly Center the boys pa.s.sed only two other horse-drawn vehicles and one automobile. Then, suddenly, the keen ears of both boys heard a sound as of some human being wailing in acute distress.
A moment later they came in sight of the cause of the sounds. A hatless, dirty, illy-dressed youngster of perhaps ten years stood by the roadside, howling and digging his soiled fists into his eyes as he blubbered. At sight of the horse and buggy this small sample of human misery looked up to call, appealingly:
"Hey! Oh, mister!"
"Well," demanded Jack, reining in the horse, "what"s the matter?"
"Oh, mister, mister! It"s me mother!"
"What"s the matter with her? Where is she?"
"She"s in there," pointing under the trees just off the road. "We was walkin" along, an" one o" them otterbubbles must ha" hit her.
She give a yell, then crawled inter them bushes. She hain"t said nuthin" lately--an" oh! I"m dreadful scared!"
"Poor little chap!" muttered Jack, handing the reins to his friend.
"I"ll go in and see what"s wrong."
But Hal also jumped out, hastily hitching the horse. Then they followed their youthful guide in under the trees, to a clump of bushes. There in the dark Jack and Hal saw a huddled ma.s.s of something lying on the ground. Benson was the first to bend over, but Hal, also peering intently, was close at his side.
"Why, this isn"t anything human," called Jack. "It"s just a--"
Thump! A jarring blow fell upon him from behind, knocking the boy nearly unconscious. Hal, struck at the same moment, felt his head reel, and then did lose consciousness for a few moments.
"Ha, ha! Ho! ho!" roared the elfin youngster, his tears suddenly giving place to laughter as he fled.
It was Joshua Owen, aided by his bullying nephew, Dan Jaggers, who had made this sudden, treacherous a.s.sault. That both were well prepared for the miserable trick was shown by the speed with which they tied the hands of the helpless boys behind them.
"Now, bring _your_ prize along," directed Owen, jubilantly, as he picked up Hal Hastings, bearing that youth on his shoulder.
Jaggers, though not a giant, was strong enough to do the same with Jack Benson. Further and further into the thicket they bore their captives, pausing only once, to gag their charges as soon as the latter showed a disposition to yell.
At last the rascally pair halted in the depths of the woods, dumping their human burdens on the ground.
"You"re not the lightest thing I ever carried," growled Josh Owen, panting somewhat, as he reached for his pipe and filled it.
"Now!" clicked Dan Jaggers, shaking a dirty, heavy fist over Jack"s face.
"I can pay you back for that black eye, and all the other mean things you done to me, you sneak!"
"Oh, we"ll pay ye both back," gritted Owen, lighting his pipe and puffing.
"An" say! I hear ye"re both slated for the launchin" of the "Pollard"
to-morrow, and that ye"re to have a try as members of the crew. Well, ye won"t be at the launching! Take it from me that, if ye ever git back to Dunhaven, "twon"t be for many a day yet. We"ve got a fine place to hide ye, near here. n.o.body"ll ever find ye, even if they take the trouble t"look. And, as the days go by, Dan and me will take plenty of chance t"show ye just how we feel about ye. We"ll pay ye back, with loads of interest, younkers, for the mean things ye"ve done to us!"
As if to emphasize his spite, Owen gave each of them a kick as he stood over the boys, glaring down at them.
In the minds of Jack and Hal, torment was raging. Ordinarily, it would have been bad enough to be certain of missing the launching of the submarine boat, and of possibly losing their places in the crew. But now, a far greater terror a.s.sailed them. They had collected the eight hundred dollars. If they failed to appear and to turn it over, Jacob Farnum would have the best reason in the world for believing them defaulters.
"Wondering what I"m going to do t"ye, to square matters, ain"t ye?"
demanded Dan Jaggers, bending over and glaring into Jack"s eyes. "Well, go on guessin". My hate"s that great that I"m goin" ter take plenty o"
time to think it over "fore I do a thing t"ye."
"I guess, first-off, Dan," observed his uncle, "ye"d better go back t"
the road an" leave that horse somewheres further off. Probably, if ye do, it"ll trot back into Dunhaven, and that"ll be good enough."
"Got any money for licker?" demanded Dan. "I can git some an" bring it back."
"Go through the boys" pockets. Ye ought to find some cash there,"
hinted Owen.
Dan looted a few dollars from the pockets of each captive. Jack and Hal, however, were satisfied that their captors knew nothing of the great sum of money they had collected.
"And, while I think of it, Dan," continued Owen, "ye know where to leave them boys" shoes. Ye know who they"ll fit."
Josh Owens started by unlacing Jack"s shoes roughly and hauling them off.
As he did so, oven in the darkness, he saw something fall the ground.