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Frank felt that the disturbed air of the academy was clearing. Certainly his own affairs and those of Ned Foreman had come out most satisfactorily. Samuel Mace had been convinced that Frank was innocent of any connection with the theft of the diamond bracelet. He had started out the officers of Bellwood to look up the real robbers, Tim Brady and his accomplice, the man Jem.
Comparative strangers as yet to the country surrounding Bellwood, even when they had got on solid ground out of the muck and mire of the boggy waste, they knew not which way to turn. It was dark as Erebus and the wind was blowing a gale. Nowhere on the landscape could they discover a guiding light.
"There's the bracelet. He had it, didn't he? So he stole it." "That does not follow except in your perverted opinion," observed the professor drily. "We will move no further in this matter until your uncle arrives. Foreman, I wish to have a word with you." "Yes, sir," bowed Ned politely. "I will give you a note to my attorney in Bellwood.
"You don't arrest Frank Jordan until we know the particulars of this affair." The constable of Bellwood drew back a trifle at the warlike demonstration of Dean Ritchie and his friends. He probably had heard of the treatment of some of his kind who had been mobbed, ducked and sent home ingloriously when they had tried to interfere with the sports of the students at the school.
"This boy is going to Bellwood, Robert. He's agreed to take you along with him, and I'm going back home." Robert shot a glance of dislike and suspicion at Frank, as if he was a link in a chain of jailers waiting for him along the line of life. "You behave yourself along with him down at the academy, or I'll put you in the reform school," threatened the farmer harshly.
Miss Brown did not fancy being interrupted in one of her famous homilies, and she answered tart and terse: "Your father has made arrangements to send you to Bellwood School, and you are to start at once." Frank fairly staggered at the glad news. He was so overcome that he could not speak. He just bobbed his head and smiled.
Frank wondered what kind of a queer make-up his nature could be, to mope and scowl that bright, beautiful day, with the prospect of the useful chance for study and the gay life of schoolboy sport. "Why, say," suddenly ejaculated Farmer Upton, starting under the spur of some exciting idea, "why can't Robert go with you to Bellwood?" "He is doing so, isn't he?" said Frank with a smile.
"Whew!" exclaimed Dick. "But you have been engaged in strenuous affairs." "Rather," nodded Merry. "But the sky is pretty clear now, and I feel like taking a little relaxation. I have a plan that I will unfold after we find Morgan. Inza Burrage, Elsie Bellwood, Bart Hodge, Bruce Browning, and Harry Rattleton are in town, and they " "Great Scott!" palpitated the young reporter. "This is great!
"Didn't know but this new freak with the snowy hair had gobbled you up," said Bart Hodge. "Told you he was all right," grunted Bruce Browning, who was lounging on the most comfortable chair in the place. "You were so weary you didn't want to bother about going to make inquiries for him," said Elsie Bellwood. "Mrs. Medford was on the point of applying to the police."
"Nickname, I guess, that," responded the eating-house man. "Fellows here, shady characters, especially, have all kinds of flash names among their friends. No, don't know Staggers." Frank was disappointed and wearied. He had the idea of saying something to the police about the bracelet. Then he made up his mind that he would get back to Bellwood and take Professor Eliott into his confidence.
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