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Updated: May 21, 2025
It wasn't touched, so far as we could see. Anyway, no harm was done. I can't imagine why he went for the plane, though, unless he figured on sabotaging us that way." "You still haven't told us why you suspect the Frostola man," Barby pointed out. Rick ticked off the points on his fingers. "He's new. He arrived just as the ghost started making appearances.
The Frostola man was still hangin' around when I started for town, and he hadn't moved when I got back. I did nothin' about him because I wanted to talk to you first. Took some time for the scoop to get there, but it certainly did the job." "And we're mighty grateful," Rick told the farmer. Scotty echoed him. "By the way, Mr. Belsely, was anything ever said about a second tunnel in the mine?"
The Frostola man is building a secret ice-cream stand. A modern one, out of poured concrete walls. He's not building it where anyone can see it, because he doesn't want to be bothered by customers." Rick grinned. "Okay, Hawkshaw. That's enough deduction for one morning. Take a look at that sky. Have you heard a weather report lately?"
After that, it was easy." "I saw the rescue," the Frostola man said. "You came out the same way you went in. That fooled me completely; I just figured you hadn't gone beyond the pile of rocks between the tunnels." A trooper sergeant pointed to the police car waiting on the dirt road. "Come on. We'll take a ride to town and get you booked. Don't worry about your scooter. It will be taken care of."
"That trunk makes a mighty good shield," Scotty said thoughtfully. "Bet this entrance is invisible ten feet away, except from the air!" "And I'll add my own bet, that the entrance is very close to where we met the Frostola man this morning, and that he wonders if we spotted it from the plane." Scotty shook his head. "No betting on sure things. This explains the interest in the plane, all right.
"But selling shares in a nonexistent mine with intent to defraud is quite a different matter," the agent said. "We've been collecting evidence for a few days, including some from clients of yours who were interested in knowing the field had been salted. And we've picked up Collins and Hilleboe." The Frostola man sighed. "Well, it was good while it lasted.
The whole hillside was overgrown with brambles, down to the two-rut road below them, almost at the place where they had met the peddler. "We were within fifty feet of this entrance," Rick said, "and never suspected it." "The Frostola man knew it. Do you think he thought we knew it?" "Possible, I suppose. I'm not so interested in what he thinks as I am in what he was doing here.
To the peddler, he added, "We're doing our bit to keep the place clean." "Good thing to do," the man admitted. The boys got in the car. Rick turned it around and headed for town. The rear-view mirror told him that the Frostola man watched them until the trees hid them from view. Rick said thoughtfully, "If you were anxious to make your fortune selling Frostola, where would you go to do it?"
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