Part 32 (1/2)

CHAPTER XVIII

THE MEETING ON THE ROAD

There was an intense silence, following the announcement of Jason Sparr that he intended to send Dave and his chums to prison for attempting to blow up the hotel. In the meantime the hotel man and the constable got down from the seat of the covered wagon.

”I've got the warrants fer the arrest, boys,” said Constable Hickson, somewhat importantly.

”Mr. Sparr, I'd like a word with you,” said Dave, as calmly as he could speak under the circ.u.mstances.

”I ain't got no more to say than I've said,” returned Jason Sparr, stubbornly. ”You done it, and I can prove it! The constable is going to do his duty and arrest you!”

”Dave, I--I won't stand for it!” whispered Phil, hoa.r.s.ely. ”It's terrible! I--I can't stand it!” And he began to back away.

”Hi, there! stop!” yelled the hotel man. ”Stop him, Hickson! Don't let him get away!”

”You sha'n't arrest me for nothing!” cried the s.h.i.+powner's son, and like a flash he turned around and started off on a run.

”Come back here, Phil!” called out Dave. ”Come back! You are making a mistake by running away!”

But Phil did not hear, nor did Ben and Buster, who had also taken to their heels. Roger ran a few steps, then halted, and came back to our hero's side.

”You are right, Dave,” he said. ”It's best to face the music.”

Phil, Ben, and Buster had turned towards Oak Hall. Phil was in the lead, but the others soon caught up to him.

”Wha--what are you go--going to d--do?” panted Ben.

”I'm not going to let them arrest me!” answered Phil. ”I didn't do it, and I'm not going to jail.”

”Let us hide until we can get our folks to help us,” suggested Buster.

The thought of going to a lockup filled him with dread.

”I'm going to notify my folks, too,” said Ben.

”The trouble is, I don't know where my folks are just now,” came from the s.h.i.+powner's son. ”My father went on a trip on one of his vessels and mother is visiting relatives.”

The boys had kept on running on the road. But now, as they saw the constable after them, they turned and dashed into a side-path leading to the river.

”A motor-boat!” cried Ben, a few seconds later.

”It's the Kingsley boat,” added Buster. ”I know Tom will let us use it--he said I could do it once. Let us go across in it.”

All leaped on board, and Ben started up the engine while Buster took the wheel. There came a put! put! as the fly-wheel was turned over, and the little craft, which belonged to a boy living on the river-bank, headed out into the Leming River.

In the meantime, while Constable Hickson was running after the fugitives, Jason Sparr and the driver of the covered wagon confronted Dave and Roger.

”Don't you try to run!” bawled the hotel-keeper.