Part 32 (1/2)

”That is true.”

”It's too bad--to have this piled on poor dad when he's so worried about that business affair.”

”Well, you know the old saying, 'troubles never come singly,'” answered the older brother.

After that the three boys watched the mails anxiously for over a week.

Then came another letter from their father, in which he stated that nothing new had developed. Then came another wait--until the day after that set by Crabtree and Sobber for the delivery of the fifty thousand dollars,--when d.i.c.k got a telegram, as follows:

”All quiet. Received another letter, to which I have paid no attention. Feel almost sure the rascals have left this part of the country. All fairly well.”

”Well, that's some comfort,” was Tom's comment. ”I hope they have gone away, and that we never see or hear of them again.”

”Don't comfort yourself that way, Tom,” answered d.i.c.k. ”They are bound to show their hand again, sooner or later. We won't be safe from them until they are in jail.”

CHAPTER XX

GRACE'S REVELATION

One clear afternoon the three Rover boys decided to take a run up to Hope Seminary in the _Dartaway_. There was very little wind and, although it was growing colder, they knew they could easily bundle up in their aviation coats and boots. Sam and Tom had been trying out the biplane, and they p.r.o.nounced everything in perfect order for a flight.

”d.i.c.k, let me run the machine over,” said Sam, and the big brother agreed, for Tom had been at the wheel on a previous occasion.

The boys had no cla.s.ses to attend after lunch and so got away by two o'clock.

”I trust we can see the girls,” said d.i.c.k, as they started up the engine of the flying machine.

”Oh, they'll be at liberty after hours,” answered Tom. ”They always are.”

Previous to leaving, the boys had filled the oil feed and the gasoline tank, so they were prepared for quite a trip.

”Maybe we can get the girls to go up, for just a little sail, you know,”

said Sam. ”I am sure the _Dartaway_ could carry them, on a pinch.”

”Where would they sit, in our laps?” asked Tom, with a grin.

”No, they could sit in the seats and we could sit back of them, like on a bob-sled,” answered the youngest Rover.

”I don't think they'll care to go up,” answered d.i.c.k. ”They'd be too scared. As yet, flying machines are hardly built for ladies. But I think the time will come when they will use them.”

As they were in no hurry, the boys took their time in sailing over the farms and country roads. They did not go up very high, and often saw farmers and others staring at them, shouting things they could not catch.

”By and by flying machines will be as common as autos,” remarked d.i.c.k.

”But now the sight of one is a great curiosity to these folks.”

Sam handled the machine like a veteran and even showed what he could do by making a small figure eight and a spiral dip.

”I wish we had a little monoplane, just for one,” he said. ”My! couldn't a fellow scoot around then!”