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If any one flung a taunt at him his impulse would be to fling back a blow. His determination would have to be just a little quicker than his impulse. Meantime he found lots of pleasure in the companionship of Apple and Chick-chick and several others.
Off to one corner Apple had a noisy audience and there were yet others who gathered about Chick-chick as he retailed to them in his jerky fashion such things as he deemed proper for them to know. Loud and furious discussions were heard from every group. "There won't be any looting of the Buffalo Center Bank while the scouts are in camp, that's a cinch," proclaimed big Tom Scoresby.
Daylight was still pretty good, so that they could see a long distance back along the road. And so, when they still had several miles to go, they looked back and saw their nemesis overhauling them. "That car's coming like fury," observed Glen. "I'll bet it's Jervice and his friends hot after us." "'Fraid so," sighed Chick-chick. "Gettin' all speed out of the old wagon I can."
As a matter of fact, Glen would have been very glad to have his company, both that he might repay his good turn and that he might have the advantage of his experience in cycling, for Glen was a rank novice and found great difficulty in getting back to camp. Chick-chick drove the car all the way to the little calaboose where the sheriff expected to confine the men until train time.
Has any one seen him since ten o'clock?" There was no answer; the boys waited in silence. At last Chick-chick held out a crumpled sheet of paper. "I haven't seen him, but here's what found near tree where Matt thought he'd found bee tree," he explained. It was the note from J. Jervice. Mr. Newton read it in silence.
My money will be straight goods." "Guess I'll find the gold the Indians stole," said Goosey. "I've got a scheme, leastways Matty's got one, and he's letting me in on it." It was not until next day that Goosey, under pressure from Chick-chick, disclosed more of Matty's wonderful scheme. "You know, Matty's read a lot about detecting things and he knows all about how to do it."
"My find, now," cried Chick-chick. "Here's where we do some real fine work, an' we can do it on the run, we can. See the tracks. What are they?" "Automobile tracks," yelled the squad. "What kind of a tire made 'em?" There was no enthusiastic shout this time. "An automobile tire," ventured Goosey. "Jes' so, Goosey. Jes' so! It was rubber one, too, why don't you say? Good, safe guess rubber."
"It's perhaps as good a thing as we can do," he asserted, discussing the plan with Will Spencer. "I have a good many of the younger scouts in my especial care and cannot afford to leave camp on a wild goose chase." "Motor-bike carries two," suggested Chick-chick. "Apple go with me?" "Yes. You and Corliss may go. Don't do anything foolish. If you overtake the car get the peddler to stop.
He proposed to help find such a tree, or to put Chick-chick in the way of it so that he would be bound to find it. He wanted the find to be public, and the interest in it to be so popular that all thought of buried treasure especially treasure buried in a bread-box would be obliterated forever from the minds of those in camp. Matt had gone to some little trouble in his fixing.
But that ain't sayin' as he'll say anything to you." The sheriff had guessed correctly. Mr. J. Jervice was singularly uncommunicative. "What's meanin' of 'Twin Elms' and 'Deep Springs'?" asked Chick-chick. Mr. Jervice shook his head at such foolishness. "You won't get any good out of it," insisted the inquisitive boy.
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