Part 19 (1/2)

From one of the telegraph offices along the line the boys had sent word ahead, and at the station they found Jack Ness, the hired man, who had brought the family touring car.

”Glad to see you back,” said the hired man, touching his cap.

”Any news, Jack?” asked the three, in one voice.

”You mean from your father?”

”Yes.”

”No,” and Jack Ness shook his head slowly ”Not a line for several days. Your aunt an' uncle are worried 'most to death.”

The boys leaped into the touring car, d.i.c.k taking the wheel and Sam getting in beside him. Tom and the hired man occupied the tonneau, with the baggage. Away they went, in a cloud of dust, over the frail bridge that spanned the river and through the village of Dexter's Corners. Then they struck the country road leading to Valley Brook farm, their home. d.i.c.k increased the speed to thirty miles an hour--all the car would stand on such a highway.

”Say, we'll have an accident!” cried Jack Ness, in alarm. ”It ain't safe to run so fast, nohow!”

”Sit still, Jack; d.i.c.k knows what he is doing,” commanded Tom. ”We want to get home just as soon as we can.”

”Well, I don't blame ye fer wantin' to git home,--but I don't want to git kilt!” murmured the man of all work.

Farm after farm was pa.s.sed and also a patch of timber land. Then they swept around a turn and came in sight of Valley Brook, with its broad fields and its gurgling brook flowing down to Swift River.

”There's Aleck!” shouted Sam, pointing to a colored man who was standing at the entrance to a lane. He waved his hand and Alexander Pop, one of the servants, and a man who had made many trips with the Rovers, took off his hat and waved in return.

As he swung up to the broad piazza of the house, d.i.c.k honked the automobile horn. At once the door flew open and Mrs. Rover ran out, followed by her husband.

”Oh, boys! I am so glad to see you!” cried Mrs. Rover.

”How are you, Aunt Martha!” returned Sam, leaping out and kissing her, an example speedily followed by his brothers.

”Very glad you came,” said Randolph Rover, a tall, thin, and studious-looking man, wearing big spectacles. He shook hands all around. ”Come right into the house.”

”You haven't any word from dad?” questioned Sam.

”Nothing, boys--and I do not know what to make of it.”

”It is a fearful state of affairs,” burst out Mrs. Rover, and tears stood in her motherly eyes. ”We cannot imagine what has happened to your father.”

”I sent another telegram to that hotel,” said d.i.c.k. ”I asked the manager to send his reply here.”

It was a rather sad home-coming, and even Tom felt much depressed in spirits. All filed into the house and to the sitting-room, leaving Jack Ness and Aleck Pop to look after the automobile and the baggage.

”We ought to get a message from New York soon,” remarked d.i.c.k, after his uncle had related the little he had to tell about how Anderson Rover had gone away on the trip to the metropolis. Evidently Randolph Rover knew little about the business that had taken his brother to the city. He was no business man himself--being wrapped up in what he called scientific farming--and probably the boys' father had not thought it worth while to take him into his confidence.

Dinner was on the table, and the boys went to the dining-room to eat.

But n.o.body had any appet.i.te, and the fine repast prepared by the cook under Mrs. Rover's directions, was much of a failure. Once the telephone rang and the boys rushed to it. But the call was only a local one, of little consequence.

”I think the best thing I can do will be to go over dad's private papers,” said d.i.c.k, presently. ”They may give me a clew of where to look for him in New York.”

”That's the talk!” cried Tom. ”Come on, let's get busy.” He hated to sit still at any time, and just at present inactivity was doubly irksome.