Part 29 (1/2)

[Ill.u.s.tration: THE NEXT INSTANT HE WAS DAs.h.i.+NG OUT INTO THE STREET.--_Page 202._]

”I'm going after him!” cried Dave to his chums, and did his best to follow. But an automobile got in his way, and then a large express wagon, and before our hero could get around these, Porton had gained the opposite sidewalk and was darting through the crowd with great rapidity, paying scant attention to those he met and hurling one little girl off her feet and into the gutter.

”Stop! What's the matter here?” cried a voice to Dave; and the next moment a policeman came up beside him.

”That fellow ahead! I want to catch him!” burst out our hero. ”He's a thief!”

”Where?”

”There he goes, straight into the crowd!” answered Dave, and then hurried on once more, with his chums trailing behind him.

The chase so suddenly taken up did not, however, prove long. By the time Dave and his friends reached the next corner of the crowded thoroughfare Ward Porton had disappeared once more and none of the youths could tell what direction he had taken.

”I don't know what you're going to do, Dave,” said Luke, sympathetically.

”He may have gone ahead and then again he may have turned to the right or to the left.”

”I don't believe you'll be able to locate him in such a crowd as this,” put in Buster. ”What a shame that you weren't able to get your hands on him!”

”I did have one hand on him, but he slipped away like a greased pig,”

announced Dave, dolefully.

”Say, speaking about greased pigs puts me in mind of a story,” put in Shadow. ”Once there were two boys--” and then, as his chums gave him a sudden cold look, he continued: ”Oh, pshaw! what's the use of trying to tell a story just now. I know Dave would rather find this fellow Porton.”

”You're right there, Shadow!” answered our hero, quickly. ”I'd rather get my hands on him than listen to a thousand stories.”

Dave was unwilling to let the chase end there; so he and his friends spent the remainder of the evening walking up and down Broadway, and traversing several blocks of the side streets in the vicinity where Ward Porton had disappeared. But it was all of no avail. The rascal had made good his escape. Then all walked around to the nearest police station, and told the authorities of the affair, so that the detectives of the city might be on the watch for the criminal.

His chums insisted upon seeing Dave off on his journey to Was.h.i.+ngton, and before going to the Pennsylvania Railroad Station on Seventh Avenue the youths treated themselves to a lunch. During the meal Shadow was allowed to tell several of his best stories, and Luke was called on to hum over the song he had composed in honor of their days at Oak Hall.

”That's a fine song, Luke, and you ought to have it published,”

declared Dave, heartily. ”I believe every lad who ever went to Oak Hall would want a copy of it.”

It may be mentioned here that later on Luke Watson did have the composition brought out by a metropolitan music publisher. He dedicated it to the senior cla.s.s of which he had been a member, and the song sold very well.

Dave had already secured his berth on the train, so that when his friends left him he lost no time in retiring. But the novelty of the journey, and his thoughts concerning Ward Porton, kept him awake for some time. Finally, however, he went sound asleep and did not awaken until some time after the Capitol City was reached.

Senator Morr and his family were staying at the New Willard Hotel in Was.h.i.+ngton, and Dave soon found a street car that pa.s.sed the door of that place. When he entered the hotel, he found Roger in the lobby waiting for him.

”I thought you'd come right up,” cried the senator's son. ”I told the folks I'd meet you. Of course, you haven't had any breakfast? The folks will be down in a little while and then we'll all go to breakfast together.”

Roger was much interested to learn that Dave had met three of their old chums, and wanted to know all that had been said and done. The fact that our hero had also seen Ward Porton was a surprise.

”What a shame you didn't capture him, Dave! Maybe you might have got on the track of that Ba.s.swood fortune.”

”Just what I was thinking, Roger. I did my best, but you know what a New York crowd is. Porton slipped through it and disappeared almost like magic.”

Senator Morr and his wife greeted Dave warmly. The four had breakfast in a private dining-room, and during the course of the meal the senator had much to say regarding the departure of his son and Dave for Texas.

”I know one or two of the men connected with the Mentor Construction Company,” said the senator. ”They are very fine fellows, and I think they will see to it that you are treated rightly.”

”Dad, of course, has some influence with them,” broke in Roger, ”being a senator, you know.”