Part 19 (1/2)

CHAPTER XVIII

CAUGHT BY THE STORM

”That settles it, boys!” said Fred, compressing his lips.

”Some more of Corny's smart work, I guess you mean?” ventured Bristles.

”Well, we happen to know he was in town again yesterday afternoon, and putting things together, it looks bad for Corny,” Fred explained.

”And I take it you mean to do what you said,” Colon remarked; ”that is, you promised us if there was another robbery, and that man was seen around, you'd tell everything to Chief Sutton and let him start a hunt to find Corny? Have I got it straight, Fred?”

”You certainly have, Colon, and that ought to be attended to before we start out on our run,” Fred continued.

”Sure thing, because when a fellow has broken open a house and taken as much as three hundred dollars in cash, he's likely to get busy right away, and hide somewhere. That other time it was in a cave, and now Corny may have another secret den. It'll be up to the Chief to locate him.”

”But I say, Fred, I hope now this won't interfere any with our plans to-day?” expostulated Bristles, while both Sid and Colon immediately looked anxious.

”Only to hold us back ten minutes or so,” Fred told them.

”You won't bother going to town, and seeing the Chief personally, will you, Fred, when we've got a 'phone handy right here?” demanded the Carpenter boy, starting in the direction of the front gate close by. The others followed.

”I could answer all the questions he'll want to ask, over the wire just as well as if I were down at headquarters,” Fred announced, at which an expression of relief was seen to sweep over three eager faces.

Fortunately the head of the local force was at his desk, engaged in his customary morning duties. Fred lost no time in getting down to facts, and from what the other boys, listening close by, heard him say, his astonis.h.i.+ng communication must have created quite a lively panic at headquarters.

For some time after telling what they had learned when pa.s.sing through that particular stretch of woods the week before, Fred was kept busy answering questions. He explained just why they had seen fit not to mention the matter before, and the reason that ban of secrecy was now removed.

When finally Fred hung up the receiver, and turned around with a smile on his face, as though perfectly satisfied with what he had done, not more than ten minutes had elapsed since their entering the house.

”Thank goodness that business is over with,” he remarked, ”and now it's up to the police to find the thief,---if they can.”

”Huh! my opinion is that this same Corny is a heap too smart to be nabbed by a country cop,” a.s.serted Colon, and Chief Sutton, who was a very consequential little officer, would have felt terribly hurt could he have heard the disdainful laugh that went around at these scornful words.

”But let's be making a start!” begged Colon, anxious to be up and doing, for he had told the others he felt like a wild colt that morning, being fairly crazy to get to running.

In five minutes they were far beyond the town limits, running two and two along the road, and taking things fairly easily in the start.

A wise athlete never pushes a willing horse to begin with. After getting well warmed up, it is safe to increase the pace, always holding in the very best for the emergency that is apt to come in every race, some time or other.

Several miles were soon put behind them. Fred and Colon led, with the other two at their heels, and all running easily. Indeed, though it is not considered the best thing to do when running, the two leaders occasionally exchanged a few words, cutting their sentences down to as brief a span as possible. As a rule they maintained silence, each having his teeth set, and breathing through his nose as much as he possibly could.

These lads had learned all the known rules affecting long distance running, and they had also found more or less benefit from practicing them. Time did not enter into their calculations on this occasion, to any great extent at least. Of course they sprinted occasionally, and the minutes were noted at such times in an effort to learn a little about the probable period between certain points, where they figured on making their gains.

Possibly of the four Bristles showed more signs of being pressed than any of them. He had always been a short distance runner, like Felix Wagner of Mechanicsburg, but this year both boys hoped to break into the long distance cla.s.s. Neither Bristles nor Sid happened to be built just right for such a task. On the other hand, Colon was long and rangy, and capable of tremendous speed, while Fred had the staying qualities so necessary in Marathon runners.

As a rule it will be found that the best long distance runners are the stocky, small men, like the wonderful Englishman, Shrubb, who astonished everybody in our own country by his great record some years back. While hardly reckoned small, Fred Fenton was in just that same cla.s.s, for his muscles were as hard as they could possibly be, and he always kept himself in prime condition for work.

When, after a certain length of time, the four boys arrived at the birch trees by which Fred had marked the place where they could turn into the woods in attempting that short-cut, they had seen no other compet.i.tor on the road. No doubt at some time during the day all of those who meant to take part in the great run expected to cover the whole course, so as to get familiar with its peculiarities, but Fred and his mates were just as well pleased not to run across any of them thus early in the morning.

”Now, here's where we want to keep our eyes about us,” remarked Fred, ”so as to know the trail by heart. All of us but Sid have already been across to the other road, but on that account don't think you know it all. Observe everything around, and make a mental map of the course.