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"Well, I think these documents are all right," the boys heard Jesse Pelter say, presently. "Now we can turn them over to Belright Fogg and tell him to go ahead." The boys looked at each other in amazement. Belright Fogg! The lawyer who had tried to outwit them in their claim against the railroad company because of the smashed Dartaway! Was that fellow mixed up in this game also? It looked like it.
The law might not hold you criminally liable, but it would hold you liable for the worth of the wagon and contents. "Say, are you a lawyer?" queried Belright Fogg, curiously. "No, but I know my rights," returned Dick, promptly. For a moment there was silence. The lawyer and the doctor who represented the railroad company looked from one to another of the Rover boys.
"Describe the other two men to me, if you can, Dan." The young traveling salesman did so, and Dick came to the conclusion that one of the men must have been Pelter. The identity of the third was a mystery. "Maybe it was that Belright Fogg," thought the youth. "Well, I'll soon find out if they are still at the apartment house and I hope they are."
They went to the reception room, to find two men there a lawyer and a doctor. "You are the er the young gentlemen who were in the er the flying machine smash-up?" queried one of the visitors, sharply. "Yes," answered Dick. "Mr. Rover?" "Yes, Richard Rover." "Just so. Glad to know you. My name is Fogg Belright Fogg. This is Doctor Slamper. We represent the railroad company, Mr. Rover.
Whenever we sailed around to visit our friends or the big men we had them write their autographs on the canvas wings of the machine. Those autographs alone were worth about a million, more or less!" "What's this?" put in Belright Fogg, quickly. "A flying machine valuable because of the autographs on it? Preposterous!
The boys finished their meal, and after paying the bill, returned to their former seats. They looked around for Belright Fogg, but he was evidently in some other car of the train. It was dark, so they could see little of the country through which they were passing.
He was going to open it only a few inches, to peer out, but Baxter threw his weight against the portal, sending the lawyer backwards and bumping into Jesse Pelter. "Hi, what's this?" stammered Belright Fogg. "What do you mean by " He got no further, for at that instant Dick came into the apartment, closely followed by the two policemen. At once there was a wild commotion.
In the meantime, Dick and his father had several interviews with their lawyer, and also with a lawyer who represented Pelter, Japson, and Belright Fogg. The brokers and Fogg were anxious to hush matters up, and promised to do whatever was wanted by the Rovers if they would drop the case against them. "I think we had better arrange matters, Dick," said Mr. Rover, with a sigh.
Promptly at the appointed time the next day Belright Fogg appeared. He was a bit nervous, for the railroad officials had told him to settle at once before the Rovers took it into their heads to bring suit. "I have the check, certified," he said, producing the paper. "Here is what you must sign, in the presence of witnesses," he added, and brought out a legal-looking document.
"I don't know and I don't care," came from his big brother. "I didn't like him at all he was too crafty-like." Their food served, the boys fell to eating with that gusto that characterizes youths who are still growing. They had about half finished when Dick felt himself touched on the arm. At his side stood Belright Fogg.
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