Part 17 (1/2)

”What's to be done?”

”Since I have been here I have noticed a wagon going through on the main road every evening about this time. It belongs to Rousmann, the delicatessen man of Rockville. I wish you'd stop him and see what you can buy for us.” And as he finished Dave took a two-dollar bill from his pocket and held it out.

”By hookey! I'll do it!” cried Sam, readily. ”Come on, Shadow! Maybe we can get enough to have a little feast to-night!”

”Not on two dollars,” answered Phil. ”Here's another fifty cents.”

”Oh, I've got a little money of my own,” returned Sam.

”So have I--thirty-five cents,” added Shadow. ”My allowance is behind time. And that puts me in mind of another story. Two men were----Oh, but I forgot, you are too hungry to listen to yarns. Well, I'll tell it some other time,” and away he went after Sam, out into the hallway and down the broad stairs.

”If only they get there before that wagon pa.s.ses!” sighed the senator's son.

”Maybe the driver won't have anything to sell. He may be sold out,” came from Phil.

”Let us hope for the best,” answered Dave, cheerfully. ”He can't be sold out of everything. Even a loaf of bread and some sardines wouldn't go bad.”

”Or some frankfurters,” added Roger.

A few minutes pa.s.sed, and Ben came up to the room, and the story of the adventure on the island and with Job Haskers had to be told again. Ben was as indignant as Sam and Shadow had been.

”I wouldn't stand for it!” he cried. ”Why don't you report to Doctor Clay?”

”Because he is away,” answered Dave. ”But I may report to him to-morrow,” he continued, thoughtfully.

A half-hour pa.s.sed--to the hungry boys it seemed a long time--and then came a clatter of footsteps in the hallway. The door was banged open, and in came Sam and Shadow, followed by Gus Plum and Luke Watson, and each carrying a fair-sized bundle under his coat.

”We got there just in the nick of time!” panted Sam, for he was somewhat out of breath. ”Fact is, I had to run after the wagon to stop it.”

”And we got a dandy lot of stuff,” continued Shadow. ”Gus and Luke helped us to buy it.”

”We are in for a spread to-night,” explained Gus Plum. ”But you fellows can eat all you wish right now.”

The door was closed and locked, and one after another the bundles were opened. The boys who had done the purchasing had certainly ”spread themselves,” as Dave said. They had obtained some fresh rolls and cake, an apple and a pumpkin pie, some cheese, and some cold ham and tongue, a bottle of pickles, and five different kinds of crackers in boxes.

”This is certainly a spread and no mistake,” said Dave, as he and Phil and Roger viewed the eatables with keen satisfaction.

”Chip Macklin has gone off to a farmer's house for two quarts of milk,”

said Shadow. ”And I told him to bring some apples, too,--if he could get them.”

”We'll have more than if we had been downstairs to supper,” said the s.h.i.+powner's son.

”Whatever is left will do for our spread later,” explained Sam.

”Whatever is left,” repeated Shadow. ”Say, that puts me in mind of a story--and I'm going to tell this one,” he added, as several of those present gave a groan. ”A little boy was looking for his shoes. He found one and looked at it thoughtfully, and then said: 'I dess you is the right one, and your brovver is the left one, but you is the left one, and your brovver ain't left 'tall, 'cause he's gone.'” And the story produced a smile all around.

In a few minutes came a triple rap on the door--a well-known signal--and Sam opened the portal, to admit Chip Macklin. The small student carried two bottles of milk under his coat, and his pockets were bulging with apples and pears.

”Hurrah! Now we can have a square meal and no mistake!” cried Dave, as gla.s.ses were produced, and the milk was poured out. ”Chip, we owe you one for this.”