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But how did you come here?" "It's a long tale, Dora. But just now I want you to help me bring the Baxters to justice. They are trying to make out that they are all right and that we are crazy." "Crazy! The idea! Indeed, Mr. Fairwell, these boys are not crazy. They are my best friends. They are Tom and Sam Rover, and they are brothers to the Dick Rover I told you about."
The rowboat was still at the shore, and the captain returned to the Peacock with the member of his crew, leaving the Baxters to themselves. Dick nudged Peterson in the side. "Can it be possible that Tom and Sam have escaped?" he whispered. "It looks that way," answered the lumberman. "Anyway, something is very much wrong or these rascals wouldn't fall out with each other."
Sure enough the creek was partly filled with the debris, and here the opposite bank was overflowed to the extent of several acres. "We may find some rich deposits down thar," said Wumble. "A landslide sometimes provides a harvest for prospectors." They moved on cautiously until they came to the spot where the Baxters and Roebuck had been seen last.
While Dick was trying to get back his strength the Baxters were not idle. Arnold Baxter had on his person all the money he possessed, a little over three thousand dollars. This had been saved from the wreck of his expedition to the West, and he was now resolved to spend every dollar of it, if necessary, in bringing the Rovers to terms, as he put it.
He had noticed the black smoke curling up from the stack, and knew that this betokened that steam was getting up. "Sam Rover!" The voice came from behind the rocks, like a bolt out of the clear sky. Then Dan Baxter rushed forward, followed by his father. Sam was taken off his guard, and before he could do anything the Baxters had him by both arms and were holding him a prisoner. "Let me go!"
"But you can't expect me to remain a prisoner here not if I can help myself." The candor of the youth compelled Captain Langless to laugh, and, taking out a knife, he cut the ropes which bound the lads' hands. "You won't need sticks, I am sure of it," he said. "Come, I will lead, and you" nodding to the Baxters "can bring up the rear."
"You didn't see anybody going on her?" "Hold up! Yes, I did; a young fellow and a man." "Was the young man in a feeble state?" "He seemed to be." "Thank you." Tom turned away with something of a groan. "Dick must be on board of that craft, along with the Baxters. Oh, what luck we are having! Now what ought I to do next?"
"And those are the boys who afterward make their mark in the world," answered the head assistant. "The Rover boys are all right." "Well, I never!" It was Dick Rover who uttered the remark, as he leaped from the chair in which he had been sitting, newspaper in hand. "Never what, Dick?" drawled Tom lazily, looking up from a kite he was mending. "Never saw anything to equal those Baxters.
But this likewise could not be moved, and in the end they sat down a good deal discouraged. It was well toward night when they heard a noise at the door. As they leaped up, expecting to see the Baxters or Captain Langless, the barrier opened and the cook of the schooner appeared, backed up by two of the sailors.
And what numerous thoughts they were of home and of school, of his brothers, and of the Baxters and their other enemies, and of all that had happened since they had first started to go to Putnam Hall. And then he thought of the Lanings and of the Stanhopes, and lingered long over the mental picture of sweet Dora and of what she had last said to him.
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