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"He's running like a bull was chasing him, he is. He's headed straight for the car." "We'll give him a surprise," said Glen. "Probably he's run on to somebody who knows that he's a thief and they're after him. I'll just lie the way I was and you stand where the door will hide you." Glen missed his guess in one important trifle. J. Jervice did not wait to be surprised.
This, therefore, had brought to Buffalo Center, first of all, a hard, desperate man, who was the leader of the gang, then J. Jervice with his autocar, and, shortly to follow, various other whose characters were more widely known than commended.
He was hungry now and tired and consumed with loneliness. His thoughts turned to the pleasant home he had just left with a great longing. They had given him good treatment the Gates family. He contrasted Mr. Gates with Mr. Jervice, stirring in his bosom a great indignation at the treachery of Jervice, and also awakening a great trust and confidence in Mr. Gates. Perhaps he was right after all.
"Don't want it," explained Chick-chick. "Isn't ours. 'Fraid somebody see us with it an' think our name is Jervice. We all get on little old bike an' hike along sudden, we do." Three boys was no special load for the motor-bike. They were constantly on the look out for the pursuing car which they expected to meet coming back, but nothing did they see of it.
"About your school," he said. "I hesitate to advise you. I know your Superintendent and will telephone to him to-morrow. Stay with Mr. Newton until you hear from him." The scoutmaster walked with his guest through the woods to his car. They had scarcely left before the camp had a visitor in the person of Mr. J. Jervice.
Perhaps nothing out of the way has happened, but we have just a suspicion that Jervice is making an effort to get Glen into his hands for a reward which he thinks he will get." "He'll have a sweet time holding him in his hands after he gets him," interrupted Jolly Bill. "Unless he has help," corrected Mr. Newton. "And this is not improbable.
Jervice made some remarks which were more than interesting, and showed that though slight in frame and deficient in courage he was a mighty plotter. "About that window you wanted me to get through," he said. "I can't get through that place." "Yes, you can," insisted a big man who seemed to be the leader. "What's more, you're the only runt in the gang, an' you'll have to do it.
It was bad enough to be captured, but his faith had been great in the scouts' deliverance. Following him twenty or thirty miles was another thing. Matt's presence in the tree beneath which Glen walked with J. Jervice was neither accident nor coincidence.
The sheriff expressed himself under great obligations. "I don't hardly know what to say about the reward, son," he said. "It'll have to split up a good many ways so there won't be an awful big slice for any one of us." "I'll leave it to you," agreed Chick-chick, magnanimously. "Maybe you'd let me speak word to Jervice." "Sure I will. You can talk a book into his ear if you like.
He thought this all settled by his clever scheme, and the ten dollars practically in his pocket. No wonder he chuckled. But it is well for those who cage wild animals to be sure that the cage is properly prepared. Glen looked around in the gloom of the car. He knew it was useless to bump against those solid doors. The way out lay through Mr. J. Jervice, and the time for getting out was very brief.
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