Part 5 (1/2)
”Dan didn't care much for that. He isn't that kind.”
”Daniel is a better boy than you think, John. He loves his parent, and when that imp of a Rover got Mr. Baxter into trouble Daniel was very much exercised over it.”
”Gracious, but that's rich,” murmured d.i.c.k. ”_I_ got him into trouble. I guess the rascal did that for himself.”
”Well, we won't talk about that, professor,” went on Mumps. ”You didn't stay in Chicago long.”
”No, I--ahem--the position offered to me did not suit my views, so I declined it.”
”Gee-christopher!” came from Tom, and each of the Rovers could scarcely keep from laughing.
”I think those Rover boys put up a job on you,” said Mumps. ”At least, I got an inkling that way.”
”Indeed. I would like to wring their necks, the imps!” burst out Josiah Crabtree. ”Oh, what have I not suffered at their hands!
At one hotel where I stopped they placed live crabs--But let that pa.s.s, the subject is too painful. To come back to the point. I can have the _Falcon_ at any time that I may need her?”
”Yes.”
”And you will promise to say nothing to a soul about what is done on the trip I propose?”
”I will.”
”Very good, You see, this is a--er--a delicate matter.”
”Are you going to marry Mrs. Stanhope and use the yacht for your honeymoon?” said Mumps somewhat slyly.
”Hardly--although that would not be a bad idea, my lad. But now I have a different deal on hand--something very much different. If you do not object I'll take a look at your yacht and interview this sailor you mention.”
”All right, come ahead.”
Mumps led the way down the rocky steps and Josiah Crabtree followed, moving slowly that he might not fall. Creeping to the edge of the cliff, the Rover boys saw the pair reach the _Falcon_ and go on board.
”Now what is in the wind?” said d.i.c.k, as soon as the pair were out of hearing.
”That's a conundrum,” replied Tom. ”I'll wager one thing though--old Crabtree is up to no good.”
”I believe you are right. I wish we could hear the rest of what is going on.”
”Can't we get close to the yacht?” suggested Sam. ”See, the sky is clouding over. I don't believe they will see us going down the stairs.”
They talked the plan over for a moment, then began to descend the steps, keeping as low down as possible and close to some brush which grew up in the crevices of the stones. Soon the river bank was gained at a point not over fifty feet from where the yacht lay.
They halted behind a large stone close to the water's edge. By straining their eyes in the darkness they saw Mumps, Crabtree, and Bill Goss in earnest conversation in the stern of the vessel.
A low murmur came to their ears, but not a word could be understood.
”We must get closer,” was d.i.c.k's comment, when to the surprise of all they saw the sailor hoist the mainsail of the _Falcon_. A gentle breeze was blowing, and soon the yacht was leaving the sh.o.r.e. They watched the craft until the gathering darkness hid her entirely from view.
CHAPTER IV