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Updated: June 16, 2025
"Yours truly, MARIAN HAZELTON, "No. Fourth St., 4th floor, N.Y." "Who is Marian Hazelton?" Wilford asked himself as he threw down the missive. "Some of Katy's country friends, I dare say. Seems to me I have heard that name. She certainly writes as Genevra did, except that this Hazelton's is more decided and firm. Poor Genevra!"
In this warmer weather, the young men loitered in the school yard until the first bell. These three members of Dick & Co. were standing near the gateway when Fred Ripley turned the nearest corner and came on nervously, hurriedly, a hang-dog look in his face. What had caught Harry Hazelton's eye, and now made his comrades stare, was the new suit that Fred wore.
"Who do you suppose is holding the white cloth?" chuckled Tom. "I can't guess," Harry confessed. "Our old and dangerous friend Peter," Tom laughed. "Bad Pete!" "No; Scared Pete." There was a sudden twinkle in Hazelton's eyes as he espied Dave Fulsbee's rifle lying on the ground beside the machine gun. In another instant Harry had that rifle and was back at Tom's side.
"If we're on the top of a vein of gold it seems to me that we ought to find a small speck of yellow here and there." A dozen blasts were made that morning. When the men knocked off at noon Harry Hazelton's face bore a very serious expression. "Tom," he murmured to his partner, "I'm afraid we have a gold brick of a gold mine." "It's an even chance," nodded Reade.
As has been intimated, Harry Hazelton's and Dan Dalzell's parents had grown nervous about the canoeing sport, and had urged their sons not to enter the craft again. As Dick & Co. had always been companions in all forms of sport, the other four chums had promptly decided to sell the canoe, if possible, and to devote the proceeds to going off in the "real woods" to camp.
It was a dreary journey the sisters took that morning, though the garden never had seemed lovelier, nor the rooms more sacredly beautiful. In the end, Hazelton's offer was so fabulously enormous to their unwilling ears that their conscience forbade them to refuse it. "I'll have the necessary papers ready to sign in a few days," said the lawyer as the two gentlemen turned to go.
You'll have to cut that down a bit." "The surveyor's field notes call for that hill," Hazelton retorted. "But, as it happens," objected Tom, "I'm just working out the profile drawing of Section Nineteen from Black's notes. See here " Tom rested a pencil point on a portion of the hill depicted on Hazelton's map. "You've drawn that pretty steep.
The thought of Harry Hazelton's unknown fate caused a great, choking lump in his throat as Reade stepped from the pier to land. At the first blush of dawn Tom despatched the tireless Nicolas to Blixton to notify the police of the explosions and of the disappearance of Harry Hazelton. Two men in blue, wearing stars on their coats, came over within an hour, walked about and looked wise until noon.
Probably some cowboy from the Circle Bar had been in the vicinity looking for Hazelton's cattle, had met Nellie, and had stopped at the cabin. He remembered to have heard Norton say that he was sending a man in that direction some time that day. That must be the explanation.
"Dead?" queried Norton sharply, his lips straightening. "No," returned Hazelton gloomily; "he ain't dead. But when I found him he wasn't far from it. Herd-rode him, the damned sneaks! Beat him up so's his own mother wouldn't know him!" "Wait!" commanded Norton. "I'm going with you. I suppose you've got him over to your shack?" He caught Hazelton's nod and issued an order to Potter.
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