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"What! do you call me a thief!" roared Jim Caven, and leaped upon Tom, with his face as white as the wall. "I'll make you smart for that!" One blow landed on Tom's cheek and another was about to follow, when Tom dodged and came up under Caven's left arm. Then the two boys faced each other angrily. "A fight!
My father has one, too the Mary Jennie, next to the Royal Flush." "Oh, yes, I know the mine, and I have met your father," said Maurice Vane. They walked to a hotel, and there Joe and his young western friend told their stories, to which Maurice Vane listened with keen interest. The gentleman was shocked to learn of the sudden death of Caven and Malone.
"Without security?" and Malone winked suggestively. "Exactly. Oh, he was a rich find," answered Gaff Caven, and gave a short laugh. "I'm willing to go anywhere. I'm tired of things here. It's getting too warm for comfort." "Then let us start West next week after I can finish up a little business here." "I am willing."
"Because I'll do the most of the work. It's no easy matter to find a victim." And Gaff Caven laughed broadly. He had a good-appearing face, but his eyes were small and not to be trusted. "All right, I'll go in for a third then. But how soon is the excitement to begin?" "Oh, in a week or so. I've got the advertisements in the papers already." "Not in New York?" "No, it's Philadelphia this time.
Fight!" cried a number of the cadets, and in a twinkle a ring was formed around the two contestants. "I'm going to give you the worst thrashing you ever had," said Caven, but in rather a nervous tone. "All right, Caven, go ahead and do it," cried Tom. "I will stand up for Aleck Pop, and there you are!" Tom launched forth and caught Caven on the right cheek.
"Are you going to let them arrest us?" whispered Pat Malone, as the whole party moved through the woods towards a wagon road which ran nearly parallel to the railroad tracks. "Not if I can help it," Caven whispered back. "We must watch our chances." Half a mile was covered and they came out on the road. It was growing dark and there were signs of a storm in the air.
"And, besides, he thought if Aleck was arrested the search for the criminal would go no further." "Perhaps you are right, Thomas. It is a sad state of affairs at the best." The party ascended to the dormitory which Jim Caven occupied with several smaller boy. His trunk was found locked, but Captain Putnam took upon himself the responsibility of hunting up a key to fit the box.
"Watch me," he whispered. "When I give the signal we'll knock 'em both down and run for it." "But the pistol " began Malone. "I'll take care of that." In moving around the old barn Caven spotted a club and moved close to it. Suddenly he snatched the weapon up and hit Bill Badger on the arm with it. The pistol flew into a corner and went off, sending a bullet into a board.
"Stop!" cried Joe, and caught Caven by the arm. "Let go of me, boy!" ejaculated the rascal, and tried to pull himself loose. "I won't let go, Gaff Caven." "If you don't, it will be the worse for you! I am not to be trifled with!" "You must give up that satchel." "Bah!" "If you don't, I'm going to have you arrested." "Who is going to arrest me here?" sneered the man who had robbed Maurice Vane.
Come to my room and I'll lay my plan before you." Then the two arose and left the reading-room as rapidly as they had entered it. "They certainly mean mischief," Joe told himself, after the two men had vanished. He saw them enter an elevator, but did not know at what floor they alighted. Looking over the hotel register he was unable to find the names of either Caven or Malone, or even Ball.
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