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"But I had a terrible time making my mind easy about that poor peddler and worrying about what would happen to him when you found he'd run off with you." "I didn't believe there was anything J. Jervice could do to me, but I found people worse than him. I believe he's one of a robber gang " "I don't understand these references to robbers," interrupted Mr. Newton.
"No, sir," replied Glen. "I haven't seen a cave in this country." "You know something about the country?" "A little bit," Glen cautiously admitted. "I've only been here a few days." "Get that chart, Jervice, an' we'll see what he reckernises," ordered the leader. Mr. J. Jervice offered some protest and the two held a whispered conversation of which Glen was evidently the subject.
"That's up to us. We'll watch him. If he locks it we must catch him as he goes through that orchard and get the key away." They watched in great anxiety. Mr. Jervice closed the rear doors of his van and put the heavy bars in their slots, but, secure in the isolation of his surroundings, he did not apply the padlock. Wherein, Mr. Jervice committed a grievous error.
It was no weak, trifling face such as J. Jervice exhibited. A hard, rough look a cruel, remorseless look a mean, ugly look all these things he read in that face. "Mebbe ye'll know me when ye see me agen," said the man. Glen made no reply. "I ain't figurin' on you seein' much more o' me, though, nor any of us. D'ye know what I'm goin' to do with you?"
"Ever see tire-tracks look like that, did you?" Glen looked at the tracks. They were exactly like those he had smoothed away when concealing the departure of the J. Jervice car at the ford. "Verdict of Jury 'Guilty as charged'!" exclaimed Chick-chick, looking into his eyes. "Come on, Brick, let's follow 'long this old cow-path till we see our beloved car once more."
"I've never had anything to do with treasure before, and I don't know what you mean," said Glen. "Hurry up and tell about it. I want to be back at camp for the swim at eleven o'clock." "Come over to my car," invited the artful Jervice. "It ain't very far an' we won't be in no danger of being interrupted." "How's that boy you hit?" asked the peddler as they journeyed.
The boys crowded around him with great interest, for although obliged to leave his car he had brought with him many diverting trifles, for Mr. J. Jervice had no objection to Sunday trade if conducted on a cash basis. Glen was still talking to Will Spencer. He was too much occupied with his recent great experience to be easily diverted, and did not even see his old friend Jervice. But Mr.
"Give me your chart now and I'll use influence with Judge to get you easy sentence, I will." Mr. Jervice shook his head and turned away. "What's that young fool saying about 'Twin Elms' and 'Deep Springs'?" asked the big leader. Mr. Jervice muttered something in reply. "You take it from me, young feller," said the man, angrily. "The thing you'd orter do is to git them names out o' your mind.
"I'm pretty stout for my age," admitted Glen, modestly, "but I don't want to help nor spy, if you don't want me." "I could use another pair of hands," the peddler admitted. "I can't pay you nothing for it, though, unless it be a ride to town." "That is just what I want," agreed Glen. "It's a bargain." The perspiration of Mr. J. Jervice had not been without occasion.
The old gang got the location of the cave from an Indian, but Jervice couldn't find the Indian." "The Indian's gone," said Mr. Newton. "I doubt if he ever comes back. There's a lot of stuff in the cave yet and you'd better get a boat and a wagon. Some of the scouts will help you." The morning of the fourth day found the water still flowing into the lake in a steady stream.
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