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"He dared to come to Crumville, after he knew there was a warrant out for his arrest." "How did that fellow look?" questioned Roger. "I didn't see his face, sir," answered the gardener, who had now recovered somewhat. "He had on a soft hat and a brown, baggy suit." "That's the way Merwell was togged out, so Laura said!" cried Dave. "Fellows, it must have been Link!
But about that letter. Have you any idea what he was going to do?" "No. All he said was, 'If you will join with me we can pay Dave Porter off good and get him in the biggest kind of a hole. I guess you had better keep your eyes open, Dave." "I am doing that already." "I I made up my mind I'd tell you when I got to Crumville," faltered the money-lender's son.
Of course, we might have been mistaken. But we know he was in Crumville Laura was sure of that and it would be just like him to sneak up to our place to see what he could do to annoy or injure us." "Oh, if only they would leave you alone, Dave!" and the girl sighed deeply. "Don't you worry, Jessie; I can take care of myself."
A wild man who afterwards proved to be related to Nat Poole, the son of a miserly money-lender of Crumville tried to blow up a neighboring hotel, and the boys were thought to be guilty. In terror, some of them feared arrest and fled, as related in "Dave Porter and the Runaways." Dave went after the runaways, and after escaping a fearful flood, made them come back to school and face the music.
In the afternoon he and his chums went fishing, but he had little heart for the sport. Early on the day following Ben Basswood called to see Dave and the others. As my old readers know, Ben had been a friend to Dave for many years, and had gone from Crumville to Oak Hall with him. "Was coming before, to meet you and Roger and Phil," said Ben. "But I had to go out of town on business for dad.
He played a dirty trick on me and some others, and I wouldn't stand for it." "You shut your mouth!" roared Link Merwell, and without warning he rushed forward and struck Dave a blow in the chest that sent the Crumville youth staggering against Mr. Hooper. "Wait! wait! This won't do!" said the ranchman. "If you are going to fight, fight fair," put in Sid Todd.
"But I fancy you pressed him a little too hard at the start." "He is just as good, an' so is the hoss Phil is ridin'," came from Sid Todd. "It was the ridin' did it. Dave managed his mount just right." And this open praise made the youth from Crumville blush. "Just wait till Jessie hears how he won," said the shipowner's son. "She'll weave a laurel crown for his brow and "
"We haven't any boys and girls there, but I reckon we can give you a good time," went on Mr. Hooper. Among the cowboys at the station, Dave noticed one tall and particularly powerful fellow. His face looked somewhat familiar, and the Crumville youth wondered if he had met the man before. "That is Hank Snogger, the fellow who left our place to work for Mr. Merwell," said Sid Todd, in a low voice.
"I don't say I think so, I only say it may be," returned the youth from Crumville. "If they are the horse-thieves, and we watch our chances, we may get the animals back!" "Not unless it is a single thief, Phil. We don't want to run the risk of getting shot in the dark." "That's true." With great caution the two lads advanced along the muddy trail.
Dave Porter was a typical American lad, now well grown, and a graduate of Oak Hall, a high-class preparatory school for boys located in one of our eastern States. While a mere child, Dave had been found wandering beside the railroad tracks near the little village of Crumville.
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