Part 31 (1/2)

”Until the thief's trial, if there is one, is over.”

”Then, if Fits is caught, Mr. d.i.c.k, it may be a long time before you'll have the right to wear your own watch.”

”I can wear it now, out here,” retorted Prescott, slipping the silver watch into a vest pocket and pa.s.sing the chain through a b.u.t.tonhole.

”On second thought, though, I won't. We're not sure that Mr. Fits may not reappear. If he did, and found me wearing a watch, he would understand, and might get fighting mad. If Fits had a fellow rascal or two along with him, they could put up more fight than we boys could take care of. If Fits should come along, and not see any proof that we had found his plunder, he might wait until we are all out of the way before he made any effort to find it. Oh! While I think of it, Greg, I wish you and Hen would take buckets and go to the spring for water.”

Dutcher grumbled a bit, though he felt that it wasn't safe to rebel openly. He and Greg were gone some time, for, as usual, the ice over the top of the spring had to be chopped away before the water could be obtained.

So, when Hen came in, after pouring his bucketful into the barrel, he noted that the plunder had vanished.

”What did you do with all the stuff?” Greg demanded curiously.

”It has vanished,” smiled d.i.c.k.

Greg said no more, but started outside, followed by Hen. Later in the afternoon Greg was told, in whispers, where the plunder had been hidden anew. Hen, too, demanded this information, but the Grammar School boys thought it best not to enlighten him. If Dutcher were caught alone in the cabin by a fellow like Mr. Fits, Hen wasn't likely to hold out his knowledge against threats, and Fits must not be given another chance at the plunder he had first stolen and then hidden.

Soon after darkness came on supper was ready.

”I wonder if we're going to hear the ghosts to-night,” muttered Greg.

”No one knows that,” d.i.c.k answered. ”But I think we'd better keep one fellow on guard when the rest go to bed. The guard can take a two hour trick. He can keep the fire going, and, if anything happens, he can warn the other fellows in turn.”

So, at nine o'clock, when the others turned in, Greg, the air rifle in one hand, paced softly up and down the cabin, watching, listening.

But nothing happened during Greg's watch. At eleven he called Tom Reade to relieve him.

Just before midnight the same wailings as on the night before started in again. Within sixty seconds all of the Grammar School boys were awake and listening. The wailings continued, and soon came the same sepulchral warnings of death approaching.

”Queer that the racket doesn't bother us the way it did last night, isn't it?” smiled d.i.c.k Prescott.

”It's awful enough!” s.h.i.+vered Hen Dutcher. But he was the only one in the cabin who was much alarmed.

”We went all through it last night, and nothing happened,” chuckled Dave. ”To-night our address is Missouri, and we'll have to be shown what we're asked to believe.”

”Call us promptly, Tom, if anything real happens,” d.i.c.k urged, and sank back in his bedding to compose himself for more sleep. Soon Reade's watch was a lonely one, for most of his companions were either snoring or breathing heavily.

”Whoever got this trick up will have to think of something newer and more 'scary,'” thought Reade, as he paced the floor.

”Well, you fellows might as well wake up,” called d.i.c.k, after what seemed to Greg like an interval of possibly five minutes. Greg was the only boy, beside Dutcher, who hadn't been called in the night for a share in the watch duty.

”Say, I thought you didn't go on guard until five o'clock, d.i.c.k,”

remarked Greg drowsily.

”I didn't, but it's seven, now,” d.i.c.k laughed. ”It'll be broad daylight in a few minutes more. Move! Get a hustle on!”

Hen Dutcher, though awake, didn't stir. Greg and Harry Hazelton soon tumbled out of their bunks. Then something odd dawned upon them.

”Where are the rest of the fellows?” questioned Greg. ”I don't see Dave, Tom or Dan.”

”You should have long range vision to see them,” smiled d.i.c.k. ”They've been gone nearly an hour.”