Part 6 (1/2)
”The folks traveling along the road must have seen him,” returned Spud.
”Let us make some inquiries as we go along.”
This was a good suggestion, and was carried out. They found a farmer who had seen the strange man in the cutter drive toward Ashton, and a little later they met two ladies in a sleigh who declared that the fellow had turned into a side road leading to a hamlet known as Lester's Corners.
”If he went there, we ought to have a chance to catch him,” cried Spud.
”This road I know doesn't go beyond the Corners.”
”Yes. But he could take a road from there to Dentonville,” answered Sam, ”and you know that is quite a railroad station.”
”But if he went to Dentonville and to the railroad station, couldn't you telephone to the operator there to have him held?”
”Maybe, Spud, providing there is any telephone at the Corners.”
Onward they went once more, through some heavy woodland and then over several small hills, finally coming in sight of the Corners, where were located a general store, a blacksmith's shop, a chapel, and about a dozen houses.
”Did I see a feller in a cutter goin' as fast as he could?” repeated the storekeeper, when questioned by Sam. ”You just bet I did. Gee whiz! but he was goin' to beat the band!”
”And which way did he head?” questioned the Rover boy, eagerly.
”Headed right straight for Dentonville.”
”And how long ago was this?” put in Spud.
”Oh, about quarter of an hour, I should say. Say! he nearly skeered old Mrs. Rasley to deth. She was a-crossin' the road comin' to my store when he swung aroun' that corner yonder, and he come within a foot of runnin'
over her. She wanted to git Joe Mason, the constable, to arrest him, but, gee whiz! there wasn't no arrestin' to it--he was out o' sight before you could say Jack Robinson.”
”Have you any telephone connection with Dentonville?” questioned Sam.
”Ain't got no telephone here at all. The telephone fellers promised to put a line through here three years ago, but somehow they hain't got around to doin' it. You see, Squire Buzby owns some of their stock, and he don't think that we ought to----”
”That's all right, Captain,” broke in Sam, hastily. ”Then if we want to catch that fellow, all we can do is to go after him, eh?”
”Thet's about the size on it,” returned the storekeeper. ”Now you see if we had thet telephone here, we might be able to----”
”That's so, we might. But as the telephone is missing, we'll go after him in our cutter,” broke in Sam; and a few seconds later he and Spud were once more on their way.
The road to Dentonville was not much traveled, and for a mile and a half they met no one. Then, just as they reached a crossing, they came in sight of an old farmer driving a box-sled filled with milk cans.
”Did you meet a man driving a horse and cutter very rapidly?” questioned Sam, after he drew up. ”A dark horse with a white breast and white feet?”
”I jest guess I did!” replied the farmer. ”He come pretty close to runnin' into me.”
”Which way was he headed?”
”Headed straight for Dentonville.”
”Can you tell me when the next train stops there?”
”The train is due there in about fifteen minutes, and she won't stop more'n long enough to put my milk cans on board. I jest left 'em there, and got these empty ones,” explained the farmer, pointing to the cans behind him.