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But if ever he held a grudge it was against the person who hurt his pocket-book and as Jervice now figured it Glen had worsted him at least twenty dollars' worth. The items were: First, ten dollars which he should have secured as a reward; second, five dollars which he had been obliged to pay as license fee; third, five dollars he had expected to make on his sales at Camp Buffalo.
When Jervice noted the vigor that Glen was able to put into his swinging blows and then saw Matt stretched out on the ground, he felt very certain that business called him in another direction. No telling upon whom that wild boy might next turn his fury. So he withdrew deeper into the bushes, and as he caught a view of Mr.
"Maybe I'd have better luck finding things if I was a confederate of those that hid them." Was Matt trying to intimate that Glen had found the cave because of some confederacy with the Jervice gang? Glen felt his anger rising. "That's enough of that," said Apple. "If you fellows want to help you can take turns one on top and one in the water. Come on up, Chick-chick."
Twenty dollars is no slight loss to any one, and although J. Jervice did not toil as hard for his money as most people he loved it much better. He made his money in various ways, some of them not nearly so honest as peddling. He had some friends who were engaged in a rather peculiar business. They went to any place where they understood money had been gathered together, and quietly took it away.
J. Jervice quite believed that a reform school boy with a knife was equal to anything. "Everything in here is in just as good order as when I came in," said Glen, when the doors were opened. "I earned this ride, so I don't owe you anything. Now you stand away off and let me get out." There was no need to be so emphatic. Mr.
He began to see how he could get his money's worth. A plan formed in his mind for using him. That night the friends of Mr. Jervice arrived in the neighborhood and gathered without undue ostentation at his camping-place. They fell into a very solemn conference and they said many things with which we are not greatly concerned. But Mr.
But that ain't sayin' as he'll say anything to you." The sheriff had guessed correctly. Mr. J. Jervice was singularly uncommunicative. "What's meanin' of 'Twin Elms' and 'Deep Springs'?" asked Chick-chick. Mr. Jervice shook his head at such foolishness. "You won't get any good out of it," insisted the inquisitive boy.
Gates pulled up his horse. "What's the matter?" echoed Mr. J. Jervice; "this boy been doing anything?" It was not an unnatural question for there was something in Mr. Gates's look and in Glen's questioning tone that betokened affairs out of the ordinary; furthermore, Mr. J. Jervice seemed to be so suspicious of people in general that one might well think he had something to conceal.
But I want to notify you that if there is any reward for its recovery we claim it." "We'll see you get it," said the sheriff. "This man Jervice tells us that there's a lot o' valuable bonds and securities in the box. That's what they was down here after, mostly. Jervice thought we'd let him off if he gave the story away to us.
Jervice had withdrawn behind some bushes when he saw the conflict beginning between Matt and Glen. Strange to say, any form of conflict was repugnant to the body of J. Jervice although the soul of him rejoiced in it. Let him be safely out of the way and he exulted in scenes of violence, but most cautiously he avoided any close proximity. He believed in playing safe.
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