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away."

      "What do you mean?"

      "Do you know who was there, with that old man, when I went to see him?"

      "I have no idea."

      "Three of the boys you hate--Porter, Morr, and Lawrence."

      Merwell started back in consternation.

      "You don't mean it--you are fooling!"

      "It's the truth. They were there and ready to have me arrested, I suppose. I got out in a hurry." Job Haskers gave a deep sigh and wiped the perspiration from his forehead.

      "Did--did they follow you?" asked Link Merwell, nervously.

      "I don't think so--I didn't give them time. Oh, this is too bad! I expected to get a lot of money from that old man," and Job Haskers shook his head, sadly.

      "I told you it wasn't safe to stay around here," was Merwell's comment. "Why not go out West with me? It will be much safer there, I am sure."

      "My funds are low."

      "I'll stake you, as the miners say."

      "How much money have you?" asked Job Haskers, a bit more hopefully.

      "Enough to take us both West. I made dad come down--he sent the money order this morning, and I just got it cashed. I told him if he didn't come down I'd have to give myself up to the police, and that would disgrace the whole family."

      "I see." The former teacher of Oak Hall gritted his teeth. "Oh, how I wish I could do something to punish Porter and those others!"

      "Humph! you don't wish that any more than I do," replied Link Merwell, scowling. "I'm going to do something some day, mark my words!" he added, vindictively.

      At that moment the agent for a big observation car that ran around the lake approached the boys on the gravel path beneath the window.

      "Wouldn't you young gentlemen like to take a nice ride this afternoon?" he asked, in a business-like tone. "A fifty-mile ride in our new observation touring-car, visiting all the points of interest around the lake, and taking in Creswood, Lighton, and Tomkins' Mill--a two-hours' ride for one dollar." And he held up a handful of tickets.

      "We don't want any ride," answered Dave.

      "We have our own touring-car," added Roger, pointing to the car.

      "Oh, I see, all right," said the man, and passed on, to hunt for customers elsewhere.

      When the man had started to speak his voice had carried into the reading-room, and much surprised to think others were so near, both Haskers and Merwell had gotten up from the couch to glance out of the window.

      "Well, I never!" gasped Merwell.

      "They must have followed me after all!" groaned Job Haskers.

      The youth who had been mixed up in the robbery of the jewelry works grabbed the former teacher by the arm.

      "We can't stay here--at least I can't!" he whispered, hoarsely. "I am going to dust!" And out of the reading-room he glided, and Job Haskers followed him.

      "Where shall we go?" asked the former teacher, his shaking voice showing how much he was disturbed.

      "I don't know--but I won't stay here," returned Merwell. "Have you much baggage? I have only a Gladstone bag."

      "I have a suit-case, that is all."

      "Then let us pack up and get out by the back way. We can pay our bills later. Come on, there is no time to spare!"

      CHAPTER VII

      A GATHERING OF OAK HALL BOYS

      "Well, they are gone, that's certain!"

      "Yes, and there is no telling where they went to."

      "Must have slipped out by a back way."

      "They sure are a slick pair."

      It was some time later, and Dave and the other boys stood on the broad piazza of the hotel discussing the situation.

      Following the talk with the observation car agent they had looked into the reading-room only to discover that Job Haskers and Link Merwell had vanished. At once they had rushed into the building, looking through the hallways and other rooms that were open to the general public. Not a trace of the two evildoers was to be found anywhere. Then they had consulted the clerk at the desk, and through him had learned that only Job Haskers was stopping at the place.

      "But he has a young friend here, a Mr. Smith--Jackson Smith," the clerk had told them. And then he had described the fellow called Jackson Smith, and Dave and his chums had felt assured that it was Link Merwell under an assumed name. Finally a visit had been paid to the rooms Haskers and Merwell had occupied, and both had been found vacated, with the keys sticking in the locks.

      "And neither of 'em stopped to pay his bill," the clerk had told them, mournfully.

      "I am not surprised," Dave had answered. "They are a bad pair."

      The clerk had wanted to know the particulars, and the boys had told him as much as they deemed necessary. Then they had come out on the piazza of the hostelry, wondering what they ought to do next.

      "I don't think it is worth while trying to follow them up," said the senator's son. "If you caught Merwell you would have to appear in court against him, and you know what a lot of trouble you had appearing against Jasniff;" and this statement was true.

      "Oh, let them go!" cried Phil. "Say," he added, "did you hear what Link said about bleeding his dad for money? Isn't he the limit!"

      "That proves he isn't working for a living," remarked Dave. "And to think that he told me he was going to reform!"

      "That sort of a chap doesn't reform," asserted Roger.

      "Oh, I don't know. Gus Plum reformed."

      "Yes, but Plum isn't like Merwell, or Jasniff. He was simply overbearing. These other fellows are downright dishonest."

      The four boys walked back to the automobile, and soon they were returning to the hotel at which Bert was staying. By that time it was close to the lunch hour and so the visitors were invited to stay over for something to eat.

      "Didn't catch that man Haskers, eh?" remarked Mr. Passmore, as he came up, in company with Mr. Fordham.

      "No, he ran away," answered Roger, and then he and the others told of what had occurred.

      "I am very thankful to you for saving me from a bad investment," said Mr. Fordham. "I shall not forget it." And he kept his word, for later on, after he had consulted with his son and found out just how worthless was the stock in the Sunset Milling Company, he sent each of the boys a fine pair of gold cuff-links.

      After lunch the lads remained with Bert for about an hour and then took their departure for Roger's home, where they arrived some time before dark. As they rolled up the driveway a surprise awaited them.

      "Look who's here!" exclaimed Dave. "Hello there, Luke!"

      "Hello yourself," answered Luke Watson, with a broad grin. "I thought you chaps would be along soon."

      "And Shadow!" cried Roger, as another form came into view, from the Morr piazza. "This is a surprise! I didn't expect to see you quite so soon."

      "Oh, we hadn't anything special to do, so we came ahead," answered Luke. "Hope it won't put you out?"

      "Not at all, glad you are here." There was a general handshaking, for the automobile had now come to a stop and the boys had piled out to greet their former schoolmates.