Part 1 (2/2)

”Then this Spaniard found where Bogg had hidden the money and made off with it?”

”That is the supposition; and I reckon it's about right, too. Of course, it may be possible that Braxton Bogg never left the stolen money in Lupez's house, although he swears he did. He says Lupez was an old friend of his and was going to have the bills changed into Spanish money for him, so that Bogg could use the cash without being suspected of any wrong-doing.”

”It's too bad; and just as we thought our fifteen or sixteen thousand dollars of the amount was safe. I wonder what the bank people at home will say now.”

”Of course, they won't like it. They would rather have the money than their missing cas.h.i.+er; and I would rather have the money, too--not but that Braxton Bogg ought to be punished for his crimes.”

”Yes, Larry, Braxton Bogg deserves all the law can give him, for the depositors in the Hearthstone Saving Inst.i.tution were mostly poor, hard-working persons, and the wrecking of the bank meant untold hards.h.i.+ps for them.” The wounded brother sighed deeply. ”If that money isn't recovered, we'll be as badly off as we were when we first came to Manila,” he concluded.

Ben Russell was the eldest of three brothers, Walter coming next, and Larry being the youngest. They were orphans, and at the death of their widowed mother had been left in the care of their uncle, Job Dowling, a miserly man whose chief aim in life had been to h.o.a.rd money, no matter at what cost, so long as his method was within the limit of the law.

The boys were all st.u.r.dy and had been used to a good home, and Job Cowling's harsh and dictatorial manner cut them to the quick. A clash between guardian and wards had resulted in the running away of the three youths, and the guardian had tried in vain to bring them back.

Larry had drifted to San Francisco and s.h.i.+pped on a merchantman bound for China. He had become a castaway and been picked up by the Asiatic Squadron of the United States Navy. This was just at the time of the outbreak of the war with Spain, and how gallantly the young tar served his country has already been told in detail in ”Under Dewey at Manila.”

Ben had found his way to New York, and Walter had drifted to Boston.

After several adventures, the war fever had caught both, and Ben had joined the army to become ”A Young Volunteer in Cuba,” as already related in the volume of that name, while Walter had joined the armored cruiser _Brooklyn_ and partic.i.p.ated in the destruction of the Spanish fleet in Santiago Bay, as told in ”Fighting in Cuban Waters.”

While the three boys were away from home, Job Dowling had overreached himself by trying to sell some of the Russell heirlooms which it had been willed the lads should keep. The heirlooms had been stolen by a sharper, and it had cost the old man a neat sum of money to get them back. The experience made him both a sadder and a wiser man, and from that time on his manner changed, and when the boys returned from the war they found that he had turned over a new leaf. In the future he was perfectly willing that they should ”do fer themselves,” as he expressed it.

After a brief stay in Buffalo, Walter had left, to rejoin the _Brooklyn_, which was bound for a cruise to Jamaica and elsewhere.

At this time trouble began to break out between the United States troops in the Philippines and the insurgents who had been fighting the now-conquered Spaniards, and it looked as if another fair-sized war was at hand. This being so, Ben lost no time in reenlisting in the army, while Larry hastened to join Admiral Dewey's flags.h.i.+p _Olympia_ once more. ”If there's to be any more fighting, I want to be right in it,” was what the young tar said, and Ben agreed with him. How they journeyed to Manila by way of the Mediterranean, the Suez Ca.n.a.l, and the Indian Ocean, has already been related in ”Under Otis in the Philippines.” Ben was at this time second lieutenant of Company D of his regiment. With the two boys went Gilbert Pennington, Ben's old friend of the Rough Riders, who was now first sergeant of Company B of the same regiment, and half a dozen others who had fought with the young volunteer in Cuba. On arriving at Manila Larry found matters, so far as it concerned his s.h.i.+p, very quiet, but Ben was at once sent to the front, and partic.i.p.ated with much honor to himself in the campaign which led to the fall of Malolos, a city that was at that time the rebel capital. As Company D, with Ben at its head as acting captain, had rushed down the main street of the place, an insurgent sharpshooter had hit the young commander in the side, and he had fallen, to be picked up later and placed in the temporary hospital which was opened up in Malolos as soon as it was made certain that the rebels had been thoroughly cleaned out. Fortunately for the young volunteer the wound, though painful, was not serious.

Of the fifteen thousand to twenty thousand dollars coming to the Russell brothers, more than three-quarters had been invested by Job Dowling in the Heathstone Saving Inst.i.tution, a Buffalo bank that had promised the close-minded man a large rate of interest. The cas.h.i.+er of this bank, Braxton Bogg, had absconded, taking with him all the available cash which the inst.i.tution possessed. Bogg had come to Manila, and there Ben had fallen in with him several times and finally accomplished his arrest. It was found that Braxton Bogg had very little money on his person, and the guilty cas.h.i.+er finally admitted that he had left his booty at the house of one Benedicto Lupez, a Spaniard with whom he had boarded. As all the Spaniards in Manila were being closely watched by the soldiers doing police duty in the disturbed city, both Ben and Larry had supposed that there would be no further trouble in getting possession of the missing money. But Benedicto Lupez had slipped away unperceived, taking the stolen money with him, and the Russell inheritance--or at least the larger portion of it--was as far out of the reach of the boys as ever.

CHAPTER II

SOMETHING ABOUT THE SITUATION AT MALOLOS

”Do you know if the Manila authorities have any idea where this Benedicto Lupez has gone to?” asked Ben, after partaking of some delicacies which Larry had managed to obtain for him.

”They think he got on a small boat and went up the Pasig River. He is supposed to have a brother living in Santa Cruz on the Laguna de Bay.

This brother is said to be in thorough sympathy with the insurgents.”

”In that case he is out of our reach for the present, as the rebels, so I understand, have a pretty good force in and around Santa Cruz.

But if this Lupez has the money, I can't understand how he would join the rebels. They'll try to get the cash from him, if they need it.”

”Perhaps he is foolish enough to think that they will win out in this fight, Ben. You know how hot-headed some of these people are. They haven't any idea of the real power of Uncle Sam. I believe if they did know, they would submit without another encounter.”

”It would be best if they did, Larry, for now that we are in this fight we are bound to make them yield. Once they throw down their arms, I feel certain our country will do what is fair and honest by them.”

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