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"I ain't goin' to do nothin' only tell you how to git into a good thing. I'm the man as wrote that letter." "You are!" exclaimed Glen. "What do you know about the treasure?" "I know all about it," Jervice assured him confidentially. "I'm the only feller that can help you git a slice. They's jest one question are you willin' to go in an' will you keep mum. I don't tell nothin' till you tell me."
We do not say that this peddler looked suspicious, but we observed our sheriff taking a good mental picture of him." "Good-by, Mr. J. Jervice," exulted Glen, as he laid down the paper. "I don't care if I never meet you again." "But I'm not sure that you won't," said Jolly Bill, with a purpose to tease. "Now that Mr.
They generally notified Mr. Jervice where they would be, and he then came along with his car, loaded the plunder behind a secret partition and carried it away at his leisure. The business of J. Jervice in this particular locality, however, was somewhat of a variation from the usual procedure. Some friends of Mr. Jervice's friends had done business in this neighborhood before.
Jervice as soon as they met. Mr. J. Jervice was thinking these things over as he went back to his car. He had stopped running now that he was well clear of the camp. He was walking slowly as one who is studying some great problem. It was not the problem of transportation. This was his especial job and he knew what to do about it. But this boy this boy who owed him twenty dollars!
"Oh, shut up," exclaimed the big man, at last. "I can take care of the kid all right. You git the chart." Mr. Jervice thereupon dived into the car and soon returned with a rough map which he opened out before the leader. "Lookahere, boy, look at this," commanded the man. "This remind ye of any place around your camp?"
It's jest 'bout big enough to let a boy through." "Well?" asked Glen, beginning to feel that it wasn't well at all, and that this plan Mr. Jervice was unfolding had to do with a very different treasure than he had supposed. "Jest imagine you've been dropped through that winder an' landed on the floor. You've got to go f'm there to the front an' unbolt the door.
We can handle the lock all right but they got old fashioned bolts inside. So just wait aroun' an' figure how you'd git acrost the room without knockin' nothink over, an' look particular at the fastenings on that front door so you'll " "Stop right there," interrupted Glen. "I won't do anything of the kind." "What's the matter of you, backin' out thaterway?" exclaimed Mr. Jervice.
Everything about it spelled prosperity its barns, and silos and windmills and fences all showed that the residents believed in having what they needed and had money to spend on their needs. The bait was irresistible. Mr. Jervice stopped his car at the side of the road, clambered down from his seat and went to lift the bars from the rear door.
"Well, we know what Mr. Spencer told us the other night," insisted Glen. "What was that?" asked Mr. Jervice cautiously. "Sit down here an' tell me about it." Glen sat down on the back step of the car and told the story of the lost treasure as he remembered it. "So that's the treasure story, is it?" came a deep voice from the side of the car.
There was no difficulty in getting a description of the car one enthusiastic person even went so far as to detail all the various articles advertised by J. Jervice for sale. "How many people were riding?" asked Apple. "A little man at the steering wheel and a big fellow perched up next to him." "Didn't you see a boy on it?" "No boy anywhere unless he was inside.
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