Part 2 (1/2)

The treasure unearthed on Treasure Isle had belonged to the Stanhope estate, the bulk of it going to Mrs. Stanhope and Dora and the remainder to the Lanings, because Mrs. Laning was Mrs. Stanhope's sister. But the treasure had been claimed by a certain rascal named Sid Merrick and his nephew, Tad Sobber, and when Merrick lost his life during a hurricane at sea, Sobber continued to do all he could to get the money and jewels into his possession.

”It's mine!” he told d.i.c.k Rover one day. ”It's mine, all mine, and some day I'm going to get it!”

”You keep on, Tad Sobber, and some day you'll land in prison,” had been d.i.c.k's answer. ”We found that treasure, and the courts have decided that it belongs to the Stanhope estate, and you had better keep your hands off.”

But Tad Sobber was not satisfied, and soon he made a move that caused the worst kind of trouble. There was a learned but unscrupulous man named Josiah Crabtree who had once been a teacher at Putnam Hall, but who had been discharged and who had, later on, been sent to prison for his misdeeds. This Josiah Crabtree had once sought to marry Mrs.

Stanhope, thinking thereby to get control of her money and the money she held in trust for Dora. The lady was weak and sickly, and the teacher had tried to hypnotize her into getting married, and had nearly succeeded, but the plot was nipped in the bud by the Rover boys.

Tad Sobber met Josiah Crabtree and the pair hatched out another plot, this time to abduct Mrs. Stanhope, getting the lady at the time to bring a good share of the treasure with her under the impression that it was to be invested by her friends. The lady was carried off to an island in Cas...o...b..y, off the coast of Maine, and thither the Rover boys and some others followed them. There was a good deal of excitement; but in the end the lady was rescued and the treasure brought back. An effort was made to capture Tad Sobber and Josiah Crabtree, but the two evildoers managed to get away.

The home-coming of the boys with Mrs. Stanhope had been a time of great rejoicing. Dora had embraced d.i.c.k over and over again for what he had done for her mother, and Nellie and Grace had not been backward in complimenting Tom and Sam on their good work. There had been a general jubilee which had lasted several days.

”Splendid work, boys, splendid work!” Anderson Rover had said. ”I am proud of you!”

”Better work than the authorities could do,” had come from Uncle Randolph.

”Now that treasure had better be placed where no outsider can get his hands on it,” Mr. Rover had added. And soon after that it was put in the strong box of a safe deposit company, there to remain until it could be properly invested.

At Brill College the Rover boys had fallen in with a number of fine fellows, including Stanley Browne and a German-American student named Max Spangler. They had also encountered some others, among whom were Dudd Flockley, Jerry Koswell and Bart Larkspur. Led by Koswell, who was a thoroughly bad egg, the three last-named students had tried to get the Rover boys into trouble, and had succeeded. But they overreached themselves and were exposed, and in sheer fright Koswell and Larkspur ran away and refused to return. Dudd Flockley was repentant and was given another chance.

While on the hunt for Mrs. Stanhope, the Rovers had fallen in with Koswell and Larkspur. But instead of getting aid from the pair, the latter did what they could to help old Crabtree and Sobber. This brought on a fight, and Koswell and Larkspur received a thras.h.i.+ng they would long remember. The former college students might have been arrested, but, like Crabtree and Sobber, they kept out of sight.

”They are sure a bunch of bad ones,” had been d.i.c.k Rover's comment, when referring to Crabtree, Sobber, Koswell and Larkspur. ”I wish they were all in jail.”

”I reckon we all wish that,” had been Sam Rover's reply. ”It's an awful shame that we didn't capture at least one of 'em.”

”Well, we might have caught old Crabtree and Sobber if we hadn't broken the engine of the motor-boat,” put in Tom.

”Well, the engine was broken in a good cause,” came from d.i.c.k. And he spoke the truth, as my old readers well know.

Following the home-coming of the boys, and the general jubilee, our heroes had settled down to enjoy themselves before going back to Brill.

They had intended to take it easy on the farm, but when a great aviation meet was advertised to take place at the county seat they could not resist the temptation to be present.

At this meet there were five flying machines,--three biplanes, a monoplane, and a dirigible balloon. All made good records, and the Rover boys became wildly enthusiastic over what they saw.

”Say, this suits me right down to the ground!” cried Tom.

”What fun a fellow could have if he had a flying machine and knew how to run it!” had come from Sam.

”Exactly--if he knew how to run it,” had been d.i.c.k's words. ”But if he didn't know--well, he might have a nasty tumble, that's all.”

”Pooh, d.i.c.k! If those fellows can run these machines, so can we,” had been Tom's confident words.

”We know all about autos and motor-boats,” Sam had put in.

”That's true, Sam. But a monoplane or a biplane, or any kind of an aeroplane, isn't an auto or a motor-boat.”

”Are you afraid?” demanded Tom.