United States or Vietnam ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
"So you've run away from the reform school, eh? And he was goin' to make ten dollars taking you back?" "Oh, he didn't want the ten dollars," said Glen, his rage all gone. "He treated me awful fine while I was at his house. I just said that because I was mad. But he can't get me to go back; nor nobody else unless they tie me up first." "I don't know?" said Mr. J. Jervice.
Us big men can't train down to a hundred an' fifty pounds to get through that window." "Well, it ain't right for me to do it," objected Mr. Jervice. "It ain't safe for me to be 'round the place, I tell you. I ain't very strong an' I might break my neck." "You'd never do it more'n once, Jervice, so don't let that worry you. You got to do this 'cause nobody else can't git through."
So I need a strong healthy boy to help me, and together we will find this treasure." Running away would be very popular with boys if they could be sure of finding such good friends as Glen had met. The reverse is more commonly true. Glen knew well enough that the boy on the road, trusting to chance for friends, is much more apt to fall a prey to people of the J. Jervice variety.
"Whose heirs?" asked Glen. "Heirs of the freighters as the Indians took it away from. Did you know that a lot o' that bullion had been got out and was held in the bank here at Buffalo Center?" "Mr. Spencer said nothing about it," replied Glen. "Because he don't know nothink 'bout it," said J. Jervice. "We know because we represent the heirs.
"I'm going to get one as soon as I can," Glen assured him. "I want to look straight that is part of the oath, 'physically strong, mentally awake and morally straight." "I don't know nothink about no oaths like that," objected Mr. Jervice, in a dubious tone which indicated that he might know more about other varieties. "We don't care about yer being so straight jest so ye look straight."
He could make a few muffled noises, but no intelligible sound could he utter. "Now chuck him inside the car, please," begged Mr. Jervice. "He'll be quiet now." "Quiet enough," said the leader. "But hustle your car out of here and get him twenty miles away as quick as you can. We don't want no scouts trackin' around while he's here." Glen's spirits took another slump.
They could hear J. Jervice tinkering around, examining brakes and wheels and everything but the transmission. "Hey, you!" he called after a few minutes. "You inside there! D'ye hear me?" Then as it probably occurred to him that he could expect no great volubility from a gagged prisoner he continued: "I've broke down an' I'm goin' to git help.
"One man could," he declared. "But that ain't saying the kid wouldn't be too much for you." "Tie him up," urged Mr. Jervice. "I can handle him when he's tied." "Brave man!" sneered the leader. "Get me a little rope an' I'll do him up scientific." He was as good as his word. When his scientific job was finished the only thing Glen could do without restraint was to perspire.
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."
They had met with misfortune and now suffered confinement at the hands of certain stern authorities who would not even allow them to go out long enough to settle up the loose ends of their affairs. Not having a J. Jervice in their service they had cached certain products of their toil in a cave the secret of which had been disclosed to them by a dissolute Indian.
Word Of The Day