The Rover Boys in Camp; or, The Rivals of Pine Island Page 4

  CHAPTER IV

  A USELESS PURSUIT

  Half an hour later Tom awoke with a start. For the moment he could nottell what had aroused him. Then he remembered hearing the slam of adoor or a window sash.

  "Must have been the storm," he told himself, and was about to turn overand go to sleep when he heard a gun-shot from the direction of thebarn.

  "Something is wrong, that's certain!" he cried. "Sam, wake up!"

  "What's the row, Tom?" questioned the youngest brother sleepily.

  Before Tom could reply they heard Dick getting up, and also their UncleRandolph and Aunt Martha.

  "What did that shot mean?" demanded Randolph Rover, coming toward theboys' rooms. "Did any of you fire it?"

  "No, it came from outside," returned Torn. "Hark!"

  "Hullo, in the house!" came in the voice of Jack Ness. "Wake up,everybody! Something is wrong!"

  After this it did not take long for those upstairs to slip into someclothing, and go below. Randolph Rover ran to the side door, to find itwide open. Dick lit the hall lamp.

  "Saw a man running across the garden," said Jack Ness, who had hisshot-gun with him. "I yelled to him to stop, and then fired the gun. Ithink he came from the house."

  "How did you happen to be up?" asked Sam.

  "One of the horses is sick, and I was attending to him."

  By this time some of the others were looking into the various rooms.

  "The desk has been broken open!" cried Dick. "And the pantry in thecorner, too!"

  "Mercy, save us!" shrieked Mrs. Rover, from the kitchen. "Come here atonce. Poor Anderson has been killed!"

  "Killed!" gasped Tom; and then all ran to the kitchen as quickly asthey could.

  They found Anderson Rover lying where he had fallen, and stillunconscious. There was a lump on his forehead, and a thin stream ofblood trickled down one side of his face.

  "Thank heaven, he is not dead!" murmured Dick, as he knelt beside hisfather. "But he has been struck some cruel blows. Somebody fetch waterand a bandage."

  The water was procured, and also a bandage, and under skillfultreatment, Anderson Rover was presently restored to consciousness.

  "Where--where is he?" he questioned, when he could speak.

  "Do you mean the person who struck you down?" asked Dick.

  "Ye--yes."

  "I don't know. Got away, I guess."

  "The villain! He attacked me most foully!"

  "I saw him running across the garden," put in the hired man. "Did hesteal anything?"

  "To be sure he stole something," said Sam. "He ransacked the wholelower floor, by the looks of things."

  "Wonder who it was?" put in Tom.

  "It was Arnold Baxter," answered his father.

  "Arnold Baxter!" cried the others in chorus.

  "Are you certain?" asked Dick.

  "Yes. He struck me down, and then lit the bit of tallow candle you seelying there. Then we struggled, and he hit me again, and that is all Iknow. But I am sure it was Baxter, for I spoke to him. He accused us ofhaving robbed him of that mine out West."

  "Was he alone?" asked Randolph Rover.

  "I saw no one else."

  "We ought to follow him up," declared Tom, now that he realized hisfather was not so badly hurt as at first feared.

  "That's the talk!" ejaculated Dick. "Wait till I get my pistol."

  "Boys, do keep out of harm," pleaded Mrs. Rover. "Remember that thisArnold Baxter is a desperate criminal."

  "We are not afraid of him," answered Tom.

  "We'll show him that he can'tcome here and attack father," added Sam.

  Leaving their father in the care of their Aunt Martha, the three Roverboys armed themselves and sallied forth, accompanied by their uncle andAlexander Pop, the latter carrying a horse-pistol of the old-fashionedvariety.

  "Dat dar Baxter am a rascal of de fust water," was Aleck's comment. "Hedeserbes to be shot full ob holes, an' I am de boy to do dat same, ifonly I gets de chance."

  Jack Ness was closely questioned, and he described the spot where hehad last seen the unwelcome midnight visitor.

  "He had a bag of something over his shoulder," he declared.

  "Most likely the stuff taken from the house," declared Dick.

  The party crossed the garden patch and then took to the path which randown toward the river.

  Here all was intensely dark, although it had stopped raining, and thewind was trying its best to scatter the heavy clouds that obscured thestars.

  "Not a thing to see," observed Randolph Rover. "We may as well goback."

  "Let us scatter and make a search," came from Dick, and his idea wascarried out. But though they tramped the locality for a good half hourthe pursuit of Arnold Baxter proved useless.

  "He is probably making good use of his time," was Tom's comment. "Heknew we would be after him hot-footed, just as soon as we heard of hisbeing here."

  "I'm going to drive over to the railroad station," said Dick. "He mayhang around and get aboard of the first morning train."

  "Take me along with you," said Sam, and Dick agreed. They got Aleck todrive them and took the fastest team the stable afforded.

  But at the depot all was dark and deserted, and if Arnold Baxter wasanywhere near he took good care not to show himself, nor was anythingseen of him in Oak Run later on.

  "He has left the neighborhood by some other way," said Randolph Rover,and his surmise was correct.

  When the boys reached home again they found their parent sitting up inan easy-chair, with his forehead still bandaged. The blows he hadreceived were painful, but by no means serious, and when the doctor wascalled in he said the patient would speedily recover.

  "But you had a narrow escape," said the doctor. "Had you been struck alittle harder your skull might have been broken."

  "Well, I don't think Arnold Baxter would have cared if he had broken myskull," answered Anderson Rover. "He is a thoroughly bad man."

  It was broad daylight before a complete examination of the house wasmade, and then it was learned that Baxter had run away with some silverknives, forks, and spoons, some gold napkin rings, a silver and goldwater pitcher, and half a dozen similar articles. From the desk he hadtaken a pocketbook containing three hundred dollars in cash, and fromAnderson Rover's person his watch and chain, and a diamond stud. Hehad also tried to rob the unconscious man of his diamond ring, but asthe ring would not come off had pried out the stone and taken that.

  "He is at his old tricks again," said Dick. "Evidently his term inprison has done him no good."

  "Guess it has made him worse," added Sam. "Oh, how I would like to laymy hands on him!" And Tom said the same.

  The authorities were notified, including the sheriff of the county, andlater still Anderson Rover hired a New York detective to take up thecase. But it was of no avail. Arnold Baxter did not show himself, andnot a trace of him was to be found anywhere.

  "I shouldn't be surprised if he disguised himself as soon as he gotaway from here," remarked Tom. "He could easily put on a falsemustache, and a wig would fit capitally over that almost bald pate ofhis."

  "But where would he get the mustache and wig, Tom?" asked Dick.

  "He may have bought them before he came here. I have heard that somerobbers prepare themselves for all sorts of emergencies. Only last weekI was reading about a fellow who went to a ball, and between the danceswent out and robbed a gentleman on the street of his watch. When he wasarrested, he tried to prove that he hadn't been outside of the ballroomall night, and it was by the merest accident that the authorities foundout his story wasn't true."

  "Tom is right; some criminals are very shrewd," said his father. "And Ifancy Arnold Baxter is about as slick as any of them."

  "Well, I hope we run across him some day," said Dick.

  With so much to occupy their minds the days flew by swiftly, and almostbefore they knew it Monday was at hand, and the three boys set out toreturn once more to Putnam Hall.