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“My, but I’m mighty glad to be with you two fellows again!” declared the shipowner’s son, when the youths were left to themselves. “It seems like a touch of old times.”
“So it does,” returned Roger, smiling broadly.
“From now on I suppose we won’t be able to get together as much as we used to,” said Dave; “so while we are together let us make the most of it.”
“So say we all of us!” cried Phil and Roger, gaily.
93CHAPTER XTHE BIG SLEIGHING-PARTY
Of course, even with so many visitors to entertain, Dave and Roger could not neglect their studies; so it was arranged that every day the pair should apply themselves diligently to their books and to what their tutor had to say from eight o’clock until twelve. Then lunch would be had and the young folks could start out to enjoy themselves in one way or another.
On one occasion the three boys went hunting with Dunston Porter in the woods back of Crumville. They had a most delightful time, and brought back quite a bagful of rabbits, as well as several squirrels, and also a plump partridge, the bird being brought down by Dave.
“And it was a fine shot, Davy,” remarked his Uncle Dunston in speaking about the partridge. “As fine a shot on the wing as I ever saw.”
Crumville boasted of a good-sized pond; and from this the snow had been cleared, giving the young folks an opportunity for skating, which every one of them enjoyed to the utmost. They also attended a concert given in the church one94evening, and even went to a moving-picture show which had recently been opened in the town.
The moving pictures interested the two girls from the Far West more than anything else, for, so far, they had had little opportunity to take in such a form of entertainment.
During those days Dave was continually on the watch for some information concerning Ward Porton, but no word of any kind came in, and he finally concluded that the rascal had left that vicinity.
“Most likely he thought things were growing too hot for him,” was Phil’s comment, when the boys talked the matter over. “He probably realized that if he continued to go to the stores and get goods the way he did he would be caught sooner or later.”
Ben Basswood often went out with the others, pairing off, as had been expected by Laura, with Cora Dartmore. This left Belle Endicott more or less in Phil’s care, for which the shipowner’s son was grateful.
“Yes, my father has brought the Enos miniatures here,” answered Ben, one day, in reply to a question from Dave. “He had them in a safe deposit vault first, but he concluded that they would probably be just as safe at our place. You know, he has a big safe of his own in which he keeps all his real estate documents.” Mr. Basswood’s95office was in a wing of his house, and all the boys had visited it and knew that it contained a massive steel affair about five feet square and probably four feet deep.
“They ought to be safe there, Ben,” returned Dave. “I don’t see what a thief could do with miniatures, and I don’t believe your father’s office is liable to catch fire.”
“And that safe must be fire-proof,” put in Roger.
“I think it is fire-proof,” returned the real estate dealer’s son. “And I guess you are right about thieves––they would rather steal money or jewelry or silverware, or something like that, every time.”
Used to a life in the open air, and to riding and driving, the sleighing in and around Crumville proved to be a constant delight to Belle and Cora. As a consequence, it was arranged by the boys that the whole crowd should go out in a large sleigh, to be procured from the local livery stable and to be drawn by four reliable horses.
“We’ll put a lot of straw in the bottom of the sleigh and make it a sort of straw-ride,” declared Dave.
“And just to think! it will be moonlight!” cried his sister. “Won’t that be the finest ever!”
“It certainly will be!” came from Jessie, her eyes beaming. But then she turned suddenly to96Dave, her face clouding a little. “Who is going to drive––you?”
“No, we’re going to have a regular man from the livery stable,” he answered. And then as his sister turned away, he added in a low tone: “I didn’t want to spend my time on the horses––I wanted to spend it on you.”
“Oh, Dave!” murmured the girl, and blushed. Then she gave him a look that meant a great deal.
The sleighing-party was to start off about two o’clock the next afternoon, and did not expect to return to Crumville until well towards midnight. They were to go to the town of Lamont, about seventeen miles away. A new restaurant had been opened in this town, in connection with the hotel, and Mr. and Mrs. Wadsworth had stopped there for a meal and had pronounced it excellent, the food being of first-class quality and an orchestra being present to liven matters up. Ben had thought at first that he could not accompany the others, his father having been taken sick; but as Mr. Basswood’s illness was not of a serious nature, Mrs. Basswood, knowing how disappointed the youth would be, urged that he go along anyhow.
“Your father is resting quite comfortably,” she told Ben; “and the doctor says he will be around again inside of a week, so you may as well take in this sleighride while you have the chance.”
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“But there are those miniatures, mother,” returned Ben. “Wasn’t father going to let Mr. Wadsworth see them?”
“Mr. Wadsworth is going to have several art critics at his home in a day or two, and then your father is to let all of them examine the miniatures carefully to see if he can get an idea of what they are worth. But you need not bother your head about that. If Mr. Wadsworth sends word that the critics have arrived at his house I’ll take care of the matter.” And so this was arranged, and Ben went off to prepare for the sleigh-ride.
At the appointed hour, the big sleigh came dashing up to the door of the Wadsworth mansion. All of the young folks, including Ben, were on hand and ready for the trip, each bundled up well for protection against the cold. The sun had been shining in the morning, but towards noon it had gone under a heavy bank of clouds.
“Looks a little to me like more snow,” observed Dunston Porter, who was present to see them depart. “I shouldn’t be surprised to see you coming back in the midst of another fall.”
“Oh, Uncle Dunston, don’t say that!” cried Laura. “We want the moon to shine this evening.”
“Well, it will shine, Laura,” returned the uncle, with a wink of the eye. “It always does shine, even when we don’t see it,” and then he98dodged when she laughingly picked up a chunk of snow and threw it at him.
Into the big sleigh piled the girls, and the boys quickly followed. All the back seats had been removed, and they nestled down in the thick straw and covered themselves with numerous robes.
“Look out that you don’t jounce off when you go over a bump,” cried Dunston Porter to Phil and Belle, who sat at the back of the turnout.
“Oh, we’ll hold on, don’t worry!” cried Phil.
“I’m used to hanging on,” came from the western girl, quickly. “Riding in this sleigh won’t be half as bad as hanging on to the back of a half-broken broncho.”
“I guess that’s right, too,” answered Dave’s uncle. “Just the same, you take care. I don’t want you young folks to have any accidents on this trip.”
“I trust you all have a good time,” came benevolently from old Caspar Potts, as he gazed at them and rubbed his hands. “My, my! how I used to enjoy sleighing when I was a young man! And how many years ago that seems!” he added with a little sigh.
“Don’t stay any later than midnight,” warned Mrs. Wadsworth.
“We’ll be back by that time unless something unusual turns up,” returned Dave. He turned to99the others in the sleigh. “Everybody fixed and ready?”
“All ready!” came back the answering cry.
“Then we’re off.” Dave turned to the driver, a middle-aged colored man. “Let her go, Wash.”
“Yassir,” responded Washington Bones, with a grin. “Giddap!” he called to his horses. And with a crack of the whip and a grand flourish the turnout left the front of the Wadsworth mansion and whirled out on to the broad highway leading to Lamont.
The four horses were used to working together, and they trotted along in fine style, causing many a passer-by to stop and gaze at the team and the gay load of young people in admiration. The horses were well equipped with bells, and each of the youths had provided himself with a good-sized horn, so that noise was not lacking as they dashed along past the stores and houses of Crumville. Then they came out on the Lamont road, where the sleighing was almost perfect.
“I hope we don’t have any such adventure as we had at Conover’s Hill,” remarked Jessie to Dave while they were spinning on their way.
“I don’t think these livery stable horses will run away,” he returned. “They are used every day, and that makes them less frisky than our100horses, which sometimes are in the stable for a week. Besides that, Wash Bones is one of the most careful drivers around here. If he does anything, he’ll let the team hold back on him rather than urge them to do their best.”
On and on flew the sleigh, the young folks chatting gaily and occasionally bursting out into a verse of song.
“Let’s give ’em our old Oak Hall song!” cried Dave, presently.
“That’s it!” came eagerly from his two chums, and a moment later they started up the old school song, which was sung to the tune of Auld Lang Syne, the girls joining in:
“Oak Hall we never shall forget,No matter where we roam;It is the very best of schools,To us it’s just like home!Then give three cheers, and let them ringThroughout this world so wide,To let the people know that weElect to here abide!”
“Say, that takes me back to the old days at Oak Hall,” remarked Roger, when the singing had come to an end. “My, but those were the great days!”
“I don’t believe we’ll ever see any better, Roger,” answered Dave.
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The sleighing party had still three miles to go when suddenly Laura uttered a cry.
“It’s snowing!”
“So it is!” burst out Belle. “What a shame!”
“Maybe it won’t amount to much,” said Ben. “It often snows just a little, you know.”
The first flakes to fall were large, and dropped down lazily from the sky. But soon it grew darker, and in a short time the snow was coming down so thickly that it almost blotted out the landscape on all sides.
“Some fall this!” exclaimed Phil. “Looks now as if it were going to be a regular storm.”
“O dear! and I wanted it to be moonlight to-night!” wailed Laura.
Dave was peering around and looking anxiously at the heavy, leaden sky.
“If this is going to be a heavy storm, maybe it might be as well for us to turn back,” he announced.
“Turn back?” came from several of the others.
“Yes.”
“What for, Dave?” questioned Phil. “I don’t think a little snow is going to hurt us. Maybe it will help to keep us warm,” he added with a grin.
“We don’t want to get snowed in, Phil.”
“Oh, let’s go on!” interposed Roger. “Even102if it does keep on snowing it won’t get very heavy in the next couple of hours. We can hurry up with our dinner at Lamont and be home again before it gets very deep.”
“All right, I’m willing if the rest are,” returned Dave, who did not wish to throw “cold water” on their sport. “Lamont it is! Go ahead, Wash, we want to get there just as soon as possible.”
On they plunged, the snow coming down thicker and thicker every minute. Then, just as the outskirts of the town were gained, they heard a curious humming sound.
“Oh, Dave! What is that?” queried Jessie.
“It’s the wind coming up,” he answered. “Listen!”
All did so and noted that the humming sound was increasing. Then the wind came tearing through the woods and down the highway with great force, sending the snow in driving sheets into their faces.
“My gracious, this looks as if it were going to be a blizzard!” gasped Phil, who had started up to see what the sound meant. “We had better get under some kind of cover just as soon as possible.”
“We’ll be up to dat hotel in anudder minute,” bawled Washington Bones, to make himself heard103above the sudden fury of the elements. “Say! dis suah is some snowsto’m!” he added.
Again he cracked his whip, and once more the four horses ploughed along as well as they were able. They had to face both the wind and the snow, and these combined made progress slow. By the time the party came into sight of the hotel with the restaurant attached, the wind was blowing almost a gale, and the snow seemed to be coming down in driving chunks.
“Drive us around to the side porch,” ordered Dave. “It will be a little more sheltered there.”
“Yassir,” came from the colored driver; and soon they had come to a halt at the spot mentioned. From under the snow and robes crawled the boys and the girls and lost no time in running into the hotel. Then the colored man drove the turnout down to the stables.
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From under the snow and the robes crawled the boys and the girls––Page 103.
“My! did you ever see such a storm!” was Roger’s comment. “And how quickly it came up!”
“If it isn’t a blizzard, it is next door to it,” returned Dave. And then he added quickly: “It looks to me as if we were going to be snowbound!”
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“Snowbound!” The cry came from several of the party.
“Yes, snowbound, if this heavy fall continues,” answered Dave. “Just see how the chunks of snow are coming down, and how the wind is driving them along.”
It was certainly an interesting sight, and all the young people watched it for some time before they took off their wraps and prepared to sit down to the meal, which had been ordered over the telephone before leaving Crumville.
“My, just listen to the wind!” was Phil’s comment. “You’d think it was a regular nor’-wester.”
“If it keeps on it certainly will be a blizzard,” put in Roger. “In one way we can be glad we are under shelter, even though we are a good many miles from home.”
“Yes. And snow or no snow, I move that we sit down to dinner,” continued Phil. “We can’t go back while it is snowing and blowing like this,105so we might as well make the best of our stay here.”
After having ordered a meal for the colored man, which was served in another part of the hotel, Dave joined his friends in the restaurant. A special table had been placed in a cozy corner, and that was decorated with a large bouquet of hothouse flowers, with a smaller bouquet at each plate.
“Oh, how lovely!” burst out Jessie, when she saw the flowers.
“You folks in the East certainly know how to spread yourselves,” was Cora Dartmore’s comment. “Just look at those beautiful flowers and then at the fierce snowstorm outside.”
“Oh, let us forget the storm!” cried Laura. “It will be time enough to think about that when we have to start for home.”
“That’s the truth!” answered her brother, gaily. “Everybody fall to and do as much damage to the bill-of-fare as possible;” and this remark caused a general smile.
Then the first course was served and soon all of the party were eating and chatting with the greatest of satisfaction.
In the meanwhile, the blizzard––for such it really was––continued to increase in violence. The wind tore along through the woods and down the streets of the town, bringing with it first106the heavy chunks of snow and then some hard particles not unlike salt in appearance. The fine snow seemed to creep in everywhere, and, driven by the wind, formed drifts which kept increasing in size steadily.
After the first course of raw oysters, came some cream of celery soup with relishes, and then some roast turkey with cranberry sauce and vegetables. After that the young folks had various kinds of dessert with hot chocolate, and then nuts with raisins.
“What a grand dinner!” remarked Belle, when they were finishing. “Dave, you certainly know how to order the good things.”
“Oh, I had Roger and Phil to help me on that,” returned our hero. “Trust them to order up the good things to eat.”
“And trust Dave to help us get away with them,” sang out the senator’s son, gaily.
“There is only one time when those fellows can’t eat,” retorted Dave. “That is when they are asleep.”
At a small table not far away from where the young people were seated, sat an elderly man and a lady.
“There is Doctor Renwick and his wife,” said Laura, when the meal was finished. “They must have been sleighing, too. I am going to speak to them.” For Dr. Renwick came from Crumville,107and had often attended the Porter family, as well as the Wadsworths.
“We are staying here for a few days,” said Mrs. Renwick to Dave’s sister, after they had shaken hands. “You see, the proprietor of this hotel and restaurant is my cousin.”
“Oh, I didn’t know that,” said Laura. “They certainly have a very nice place here, and the dinner we had was just too lovely for anything.”
“Are you folks calculating to drive back to Crumville now?” questioned Dr. Renwick.
“That was our expectation,” replied Dave, who had followed his sister; “but it looks pretty fierce outside, doesn’t it?”
“I should say so, Porter. Just listen to that wind, and see how it is driving the snow! I shouldn’t like to face it for any great distance.”
The others came up, and all the strangers were introduced to the doctor and his wife, and then the entire party left the restaurant and entered the parlor of the hotel, from the windows of which they could watch the storm.
“It certainly is fierce!” remarked Phil, as they gazed at the furious onslaught of the elements.
The wind was blowing as hard as ever, rattling the windows and sending the snow against the panes as if it were so much hail. It was impossible to see across the street, and, although Lamont108boasted of a limited electric light service, all the lights upon the street corners were out.
“This storm is going to break down a lot of the wires,” announced Roger.
“What do you think about our trying to get back to Crumville?” questioned Dave.
“To tell the truth, Dave, I don’t see how we are going to make it. You don’t want to face that wind, do you? And going back we’d have to head into it nearly all the way.”
“I think I’ll go outside and have a talk with the driver,” answered our hero, and went out accompanied by Roger and Ben.
“I’d like to get home on account of my father’s being sick,” announced the real estate dealer’s son. “Otherwise I would just as lief stay here until to-morrow.”
“That’s all right enough for us boys,” put in Roger, “but how about the girls?”
“We can leave them in Mrs. Renwick’s care if we have to,” announced Dave. “Laura and Jessie know her very well, and I am sure she’ll be only too glad to play the chaperon. She’s a very nice lady, and the doctor is a very fine man.”
They found that Washington Bones had had his supper and had returned to the stable to feed his horses. When they questioned the colored man about getting back to Crumville he shrugged his shoulders and shook his head.
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“Might try it if you say so,” he said; “but it ain’t gwine to be no easy job, boss, and we may git stuck somewheres so as you cain’t git to not even a house. Then we might all be froze to death.”
“What do you think it is, Wash, a blizzard?” questioned Roger.
“Dat’s jest what dis is, boss. And my opinion is it’s gwine to be a heap sight wo’se before it gits bettah,” added the driver.
“I guess you’re right there,” answered Dave. “And that’s one reason I think we ought to try to get back to Crumville. But just the same, I’d hate to get stuck somewhere along the road, as he says. We boys might be able to get out of it along with Wash, but we couldn’t expect the girls to do any tramping in such deep snow and in such a wind.”
There was an old-fashioned covered walk from the hotel to the stables, so that the boys in going from one place to the other had not had to expose themselves to the elements. Now, to get an idea of how bad the storm was, Dave walked out as far as the street, followed by his chums.
“Great Cæsar’s ghost!” puffed the senator’s son, as they stood where they could get the full benefit of the storm. “This is frightful, Dave! Why, it would be nothing short of suicide to try to go anywhere!”
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“I––I––guess we h-had better g-go in and telephone that we c-c-can’t come!” panted Ben; and then lost no time in returning to the stable, followed by the others.
They had been outside less than five minutes, yet the fury of the blizzard had nearly taken their breath away.
“We won’t attempt it, Wash; so you can make arrangements to stay here to-night,” announced Dave. He turned to his chums. “Come on back to the hotel, and we will do what telephoning is necessary.”
They returned to the parlor, and there the situation was explained to the girls and to Dr. Renwick and his wife.
“Oh, you mustn’t think of trying to get back to-night!” cried the doctor’s wife, quickly. “There are plenty of vacant rooms here, and I’ll see to it that my cousin gives you good accommodations.”
“And will you look after the young ladies, Mrs. Renwick?” questioned Dave.
“I certainly will, Dave,” she answered graciously. “Don’t let that worry you in the least. I’ll be glad to take charge of such a nice family,” and she smiled sweetly at all the girls.
“We are going to telephone to Crumville and let the folks know how matters stand,” announced111Ben; and then he and Dave hurried to where there was a telephone booth.
Here, however, they met with no success so far as getting into communication with their folks at Crumville was concerned. It took a long time to get Central, and then it was announced that the storm had taken down all the wires running to Crumville and beyond. One wire that was down was still connected, but, try their best, neither of the boys was able to understand anything of what was said over it. Then this line snapped; and that ended all efforts to send any messages.
“I wish they knew we were safe,” said Dave. “Now that they don’t know it they may worry, thinking we are snowed in somewhere along the road.”
“Well, we’ve got to make the best of it,” answered Ben. “I did hope to speak to mother, to ask her how father was, and to let her know that we were all right.”
“It looks to me, Ben, as if this blizzard might last for several days or a week.”
“So it does. But sometimes these storms clear away almost as rapidly as they come.”
The two youths returned to the others and announced the failure of their effort to get into communication with Crumville. This was disheartening to Laura and Jessie, but as it could not be112helped the girls said they would make the best of it. Then Laura and Dave went off with the doctor and his wife, to obtain accommodations for the whole party.
It was learned that Dr. Renwick had a fine apartment on the second floor, and that there were two rooms adjoining which were vacant. These were turned over to the four girls. The boys were accommodated with two rooms on the floor above.
“Not quite as good as they might be,” observed Dave, when he and his chums inspected their rooms, which were directly under the roof of the country hotel. “But they are much better than nothing, and, as the sailors say, ‘any port in a storm.’”
“Oh, this is plenty good enough,” returned Phil. “But I am glad the girls are on the floor below. Those rooms are much better than these.”
As the boys had no baggage, there was nothing for them to arrange in the rooms which had been assigned to them, so after a hasty look around they started to go downstairs again, to rejoin the girls in the parlor. As the boys passed the room next to the one which Dave and Ben had elected to occupy, the door of the apartment was opened on a crack. Then, as the youths left the corridor to descend the stairs, the door was opened a little wider, and a young man peered out cautiously.
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“Well, what do you know about that!” muttered the young man to himself, after the four chums had disappeared. “Right here at this hotel, and going to occupy the room next to the one I’ve got! Could you beat it?”
The young man was Ward Porton.
114CHAPTER XIITIM CRAPSEY’S PLOT
“Who are you talking to, Port?” questioned a man who was resting on the bed in the room which Ward Porton occupied.
“Didn’t I tell you not to call me by that name, Crapsey?” returned the former moving-picture actor, as he closed the door softly and locked it.
“What’s the difference when we’re alone?” grumbled the man called Crapsey, as he shifted himself and rubbed his eyes.
“It may make a whole lot of difference,” answered Porton. “I’ve just made a big discovery.”
“A discovery?” The man sat up on the edge of the bed. “Discovered how to git hold of some money, I hope. We need it.”
“You remember my telling you about that fellow who looks like me––the fellow named Dave Porter?” went on the former moving-picture actor. “Well, he’s here in this hotel. And he and three of his chums have the rooms next to this one.”
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“You don’t mean it?” and now Tim Crapsey showed his interest. “Did they see you?”
“Not much! And I don’t intend that they shall,” was the decided reply.
“Did you know the other fellows?”
“Yes, they are the regular bunch Porter travels with. I’ve got to keep out of sight of all of them. From what they said they are evidently snowbound here on account of this blizzard, so there is no telling how long they will stay,” added the former moving-picture actor in disgust. “Confound the luck! I suppose I’ll have to stay in this room a prisoner and let you get my meals for me.”
“This fellow’s being here may not be such a bad thing for you,” remarked Tim Crapsey. “Maybe you can impersonate him and touch the hotel clerk for a loan of ten or twenty dollars.”
“I am not going to run too many risks––not with so many of those fellows on hand. If I had only Porter to deal with it might be different,” returned Ward Porton. “Just the same, I’m going to keep my eyes open, and if I can get the best of him in any way you can bet your boots I’ll do it.”
In the meanwhile Dave and his chums had rejoined the girls and Dr. Renwick and his wife in the parlor of the hotel, and there all made themselves as much at home as possible. There was quite a gathering of snowbound people, and a good116deal of the talk was on the question of how long the blizzard might last.
“Some of the people here are going to try to get over to Pepsico,” said one man. “That is only a mile and a quarter from here, and they are hoping to get the train that goes through that place about one o’clock in the morning.”
“The train may be snowbound, too,” returned another; “and if it is those folks will have their hard tramp to Pepsico for nothing.”
Outside it was still snowing and blowing as furiously as ever. All the street lights were out, and so were the electric lights in the hotel, so that the hostelry had to depend on its old-time lamps for its illumination. But the lamps had been discarded only the year before so it was an easy matter to bring them into use again.
Not to keep the good doctor and his wife up too long, Laura told Mrs. Renwick that they would retire whenever she felt like it. About half past ten good-nights were said and the girls went upstairs with the lady, followed presently by the doctor. The boys remained below to take another peep out at the storm.
“It’s a regular old-fashioned blizzard,” announced Dave.
“And no telling how long we’ll be stalled here,” added Roger. “Quite an adventure, isn’t it?” and he smiled faintly.
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“Well, we can be thankful that we weren’t caught somewhere along the road,” broke in Phil.
“That’s it!” came from Ben. “Why, if we had been caught in some out-of-the-way place, we might be frozen to death trying to find some shelter.”
The two rooms which the chums occupied on the third floor of the hotel were connected, and before they went to bed the youths all drifted into the one which was to be occupied by Dave and Ben, for here it was slightly warmer than in the other room, and the lamp gave a better light. It seemed good to be together like this, especially on a night when the elements were raging so furiously outside. The former school chums talked of many things––of days at Oak Hall, of bitter rivalries on the diamond, the gridiron, and on the boating course, and of the various friends and enemies they had made.
“The only one of our enemies who seems to have made a man of himself is Gus Plum,” remarked Dave. “He has settled down to business and I understand he is doing very well.”
“Well, Nat Poole is doing fairly well,” returned Ben. “I understand his father owns stock in that bank, so they’ll probably boost Nat along as rapidly as his capabilities will permit.”
“Nat was never the enemy that Plum and Jasniff and Merwell were!” cried Phil. “He was118one of the weak-minded kind who thought it was smart to follow the others in their doings.”
“This storm is going to interfere with our studies, Dave,” announced Roger. “Not but what I’m willing enough to take a few days’ rest,” he added with a grin.
“We’ll have to make up for it somehow, Roger,” returned our hero. “We’ve got to pass that examination with flying colors.”
“I’m afraid this storm will interfere with the art critics who were to look at those miniatures,” put in Ben. “Oh, dear! I wish we knew just what those little paintings were worth.”
“I hope they prove to be worth at least a hundred thousand dollars,” said Phil. “That will be a nice sum of money for you folks, Ben.”
“Right you are!” answered the son of the real estate dealer.
The youths were tremendously interested in the miniatures, and a discussion of them ensued which lasted the best part of half an hour. Ben described some of the pictures as well as he was able, and told of how they were packed, and of how they had been placed in the Basswood safe, waiting for the critics that Mr. Wadsworth had promised to bring from the city to his home to inspect them.
“Well, I suppose we might as well turn in,”119said Roger, presently, as he gave a yawn. “I must confess I’m tired.”
“Come ahead, I’m willing,” announced Phil; and then he and the senator’s son retired to the next room.
“O pshaw! what do you suppose I did?” exclaimed Dave to Ben, while the pair were undressing. “I left my overcoat and my cap on the rack in the lower hallway. I should have brought them up here.”
“I did the same thing,” answered his chum. “I guess they’ll be safe enough. All the folks in this hotel seem to be pretty nice people.”
“I don’t suppose there are any blizzard pictures among those miniatures, Ben?” observed Dave, with a laugh just before turning in.
“There is a picture of one army officer in a big, shaggy uniform which looks as if it might be worn because of cold weather,” answered Ben; and then, as the miniatures were very close to his heart, the youth began to talk about them again.
This discussion lasted for another quarter of an hour, after which the chums retired and were soon deep in the land of slumber.
Although none of our friends knew it, every word of their conversation had been listened to eagerly by Ward Porton and the man with him. They had noted carefully all that had been said120about the Basswood fortune, and about the miniatures having been placed in the real estate dealer’s safe awaiting inspection by the critics who were to visit Mr. Wadsworth at his mansion. Both had noted also what Dave had said about leaving his overcoat and his cap on the rack on the lower floor of the hotel.
“A hundred thousand dollars’ worth of miniatures!” murmured Tim Crapsey, after the sounds in the adjoining room had ceased. “Say, that’s some fortune, sure enough!”
“But pictures! Humph, what good are they?” returned Ward Porton, in disgust. “I’d rather have my fortune in something a little more usable.”
“Oh, pictures are not so bad, and miniatures can be handled very easily,” answered Tim Crapsey. His small eyes began to twinkle. “Jest you let me git my hands on ’em, and I’ll show you wot I kin do. I know a fence in New York who’ll take pictures jest as quick as anything else.”
“And what would he do with them after he got them?” questioned Ward Porton curiously.
“Oh, he’d ship ’em ’round to different places after he got ’em doctored up, and git rid of ’em somehow to art dealers and collectors. Of course, he might not be able to git full value for ’em; but if they’re worth a hundred thousand dollars he might git ten or twenty thousand, and that ain’t121bad, is it?” and Tim Crapsey looked at Ward Porton suggestively.
“Easy enough to talk, but how are you going to get your hands on those miniatures?” demanded the former moving-picture actor, speaking, however, in a low tone, so that none of those in the next room might hear him.
“I jest got an idee,” croaked Tim Crapsey. He was a man who consumed a large amount of liquor, and his voice showed it. “Didn’t you hear wot that chap said about leaving his coat and hat downstairs? If you could fool them shopkeepers the way you did, then, if you had that feller’s hat and coat, and maybe fixed up a bit to look like that photograph you had of him, you might be able to go to the Basswood house and fool the folks there.”
“I don’t quite understand?”
“I mean this way: We could go to Crumville and you could watch your chance, and when the coast was clear you could git a rig and drive over to the Basswood house and go in quite excited like and tell ’em that this Mr. Wadsworth was a-want-in’ to see them miniatures right away,––that a very celebrated art critic had called on him, but couldn’t stay long. Wanted to ketch a train and all that. You could tell ’em that Mr. Wadsworth had sent you to git the miniatures, and that he had said that he would return ’em jest as soon as the122critic had looked ’em over. Do you ketch the idee?” and Tim Crapsey looked narrowly at his companion.
“It might work, although I’d be running a big risk,” said Ward Porton, slowly. Yet his eyes gleamed in satisfaction over the thought. “But you forgot one thing, Tim: We are snowbound here, and we can’t get away any quicker than they can.”
“That’s where you’re mistaken, Port––I mean Mr. Jones,” Crapsey checked himself hastily. “I heard some folks downstairs talkin’ about going over to Pepsico to ketch the one o’clock train. That goes through Crumville, and if we could ketch it we’d be in that town long before mornin’. We could fix up some story about the others bein’ left behind here, and Dave Porter comin’ home alone. They can’t send any telephone message, for the wires are down, and I don’t know of any telegraph office here where they could send a message that way.”
“If we were going to try it we’d have to hustle,” announced Ward Porton. “And it’s a fierce risk, let me tell you that,––first, trying to get to the railroad station, and then trying to bluff Mr. and Mrs. Basswood into thinking I am Dave Porter. You must remember that since I got those things in Porter’s name at those stores, the whole crowd are on their guard.”
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“Well, you can’t gain anything in this world without takin’ chances,” retorted Tim Crapsey. “If I looked like that feller I’d take the chance in a minute. Why, jest see what we could make out of it! If you can git your hands on those miniatures, I’ll take care of the rest of it and we can split fifty-fifty on what we git out of the deal.”
Ward Porton mused for a moment while Tim Crapsey eyed him closely. Then the former moving-picture actor leaped softly to his feet.
“I’ll do it, Tim!” he cried in a low voice. “Come ahead––let us get out of this hotel just as soon as possible. And on the way downstairs I’ll see if I can’t lift that cap and overcoat.”
124CHAPTER XIIIWHAT WASHINGTON BONES HAD TO TELL
Dave was the first of the four chums to awaken in the morning. He glanced toward the window, to find it covered with frost and snow, thus leaving the room almost dark. The wind was still blowing furiously, and the room was quite cold. Without disturbing Ben our hero looked at his watch and found that it was almost eight o’clock. He leaped up and commenced to dress.
“Hello! getting up already?” came sleepily from his roommate, as Ben stretched himself and rubbed his eyes. “It must be pretty early.”
“That’s where you’re mistaken, Ben,” was Dave’s answer. “In a few minutes more it will be eight o’clock.”
“You don’t say so! How dark it is! But I suppose it’s the frost on the window makes that,” went on the real estate dealer’s son, as he, too, got up. “Phew! but it’s some cold, isn’t it?” and he started to dress without delay.
The noise the two boys made in moving around the room aroused the others, and soon they too were getting up.
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“Wow! Talk about Greenland’s Icy Mountains!” commented Phil, with a shiver. “How’d you like to go outside, Roger, just as you are, and have a snowball fight?”
“Nothing doing!” retorted the senator’s son, who was getting into his clothing just as rapidly as possible. “Say, fellows, but this surely is some snowstorm!” he continued, as he walked to the window and scraped some frost from a pane of glass so that he could catch a glimpse of what was outside. “It’s still snowing to beat the band!” he announced.
“And listen to the wind!” broke in Ben. “Why, sometimes it fairly rocks the building!”
“Doesn’t look much as if we were going to get back to-day,” said Dave. “I suppose the roads are practically impassable.”
“They must be if it snowed all night,” answered Ben. “Let us go down and take a look around.”
“I wonder if the girls are up yet?” questioned Roger.
“It won’t make much difference whether they are or not,” returned Dave. “If we can’t get away from here they may as well sleep as long as they please. There certainly isn’t much to do in this small hotel.”
The youths were soon washed and dressed, and then all trooped below. They passed the rooms126occupied by the girls and by Dr. Renwick and his wife, but heard no sounds coming from within.
“They are taking advantage of the storm to have a good rest,” commented Phil. He gave a yawn. “I almost wish I had remained in bed myself. We won’t have a thing to do here.”
“I noticed a bowling alley next door, Phil,” announced Roger. “If we can’t do anything else to-day we can bowl a few games. That will be fine exercise.”
“Do the girls know about bowling?” questioned Ben.
“Not very much,” answered Dave. “Laura has bowled a few games, I believe. But it will be fun to teach them, if we don’t find anything better to do.”
The boys walked through the small lobby of the hotel and into the smoking room. Here several men were congregated, all talking about the storm and the prospects of getting away.
“The snow is nearly two feet deep on the level,” said one man; “but the wind has carried it in all directions so that while the road is almost bare in some spots there are drifts six and eight feet high in others.”
“Looks as if we were snowed in good and proper,” returned another man. “I wanted to get to one of those stores across the way, and I127had about all I could do to make it. In one place I got into snow up to my waist, and it was all I could do to get out of it.”
“Doesn’t look like much of a chance to get away from here,” observed Roger.
“We are booked to stay right where we are,” declared Phil; “so we might as well make the best of it.”
“Let us go out to the barn and see what Wash Bones has to say,” suggested Dave. “He has probably been watching the storm and knows just how things are on the road.”
“All right,” returned Ben. “But I am going to put on my cap and overcoat before I go. It must be pretty cold out there even though they do keep the doors shut.”
“Yes, I’ll get my cap and overcoat, too,” said Dave. Phil and Roger had taken their things up to the third floor the night before, and now had their overcoats over their arms.
The large rack in the hallway of the hotel was well filled with garments of various kinds, so that Ben had to make quite a search before he found his own things. In the meantime, Dave was also hunting, but without success.
“That’s mighty queer,” remarked the latter. “I don’t seem to see my cap or my overcoat anywhere.”