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He's jest run off f'm the reform school." "You're dead sure about him?" "I know how to make sure," said Mr. Jervice. "A reform school runaway is just what we want." In which conclusion Mr. Jervice showed that he was not as clever as supposed. Morning mail was a great institution in camp. Two scouts, specially detailed, brought it from the Buffalo Center post-office, in a U. S. mail pouch. Mr.
"You can ride with me a couple o' miles yet. Tell ye what ye can do. S'pose'n you get inside. There's lots o' room and there's a ventilator back o' this seat will give ye air. You be real careful and not go fussing around disturbing things. There's things there I wouldn't want ye to touch." It seemed a good idea. Mr. J. Jervice unlocked the doors in the back and Glen stepped inside.
Has any one seen him since ten o'clock?" There was no answer; the boys waited in silence. At last Chick-chick held out a crumpled sheet of paper. "I haven't seen him, but here's what found near tree where Matt thought he'd found bee tree," he explained. It was the note from J. Jervice. Mr. Newton read it in silence.
"And of course you don't want the reward of ten dollars that's always paid for returning a boy. You wouldn't take the money, would you?" If the eyes of Mr. Gates were saddened by this mean sneer those of Mr. J. Jervice were not. They lightened with a sudden interest, and he jumped into the battle for the first time. "This boy's a goin' with me," he told Mr. Gates.
Newton himself subsequent to the disclosures of J. Jervice had seen fit to explain to the scouts that Glen might be considered as staying under his parole, and had further expressed his conviction that the authorities would certainly make the parole permanent in view of all the facts.
He had business there business which he considered important, which he did not wish, to share either with J. Jervice or Glen Mason or any other person. At least he did not wish to share it right at that moment; later on would be another story. Matt was making a bee tree. Perhaps you did not know that bee trees could be made, nor how to make them.
They were the sheriff, a deputy and Mr. J. Jervice. "The kids has found the loot," exclaimed Mr. Jervice. "They're bringing it over now." "I guess I'll have to take care o' that stuff for you, Cap," said the sheriff to Mr. Newton. "It's just as you say," replied Mr. Newton. "We would hardly have known the proper thing to do with it.
J. Jervice was neither a big man nor a brave man, and had no idea of offering any opposition. He stood well aside as Glen jumped from the car and ran away through the fields. One thing was very clear to Glen. Mr. J. Jervice would certainly reach town in a few minutes and just as certainly would advise the authorities to look out for him.
I can make it go ramblin' right along; handle it so it's perfectly tame an' gentle take the bit nice an' stand 'thout hitchin'. What d 'ye say? Do we make the horsey go for Mr. Jervice?" "You mean run away with it?" asked Apple. "That wouldn't be right, would it?" "You don't know much 'bout this gang, Apple. Brick's been telling me. He's found out about 'em, Brick has.
It was nice that Glen could feel that he had no troubles, but perhaps he did not know of the intentions of Mr. Jervice. Sunday morning in camp. The fierce wind of the night had been succeeded by a restful quiet; the sun shone bright in an atmosphere cooled and freshened by the storm.
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