CHAPTER IV
“WE’LL STOP IT!”
“I can’t understand it,” said Ned, as they swung along in the borrowedcar, Jerry driving.
“Nor I,” added Bob. “What are our fathers doing around here now, whenthey were in such a hurry to be on their way that they couldn’t wait atHaredon when we were an hour or so late?”
The distance from Boxwood Hall to the town of Fordham, the nearestrailroad station to the institution, was about two miles, and if speedlaws were violated by the boys no one took them to task for it.
Dusk was just settling when they reached the hotel, and the clerk andthose in the lobby looked up in surprise as the students rushed acrossthe tiled floor toward the desk.
“Some of that hazing business,” ventured a drummer, as he got out ofthe way of the rush.
The clerk evidently thought the same thing, and was about to call forthe hotel detective and a porter or two (for sometimes the Boxwoodlads went in for rather strenuous times), when Ned, noting thelooks cast toward them and realizing that their actions were beingmisconstrued, called out to the clerk before they reached the desk:
“What room is Mr. Slade in?”
“And Mr. Baker, too?” added Bob.
“Oh!” There was distinct relief in the clerk’s voice. “Are you the boysthe gentlemen are expecting? Well, you’re to go right up. Front!” hecalled, and struck a bell which brought a diminutive boy, with two rowsof brass buttons down his jacket front, up to the desk on a slide.
“Show these gentlemen up to Number Nineteen,” said the clerk, with awave of his hand.
“Dis way!” drawled the hotel Mercury, and the three boys followed.
Ned and Bob were, naturally, worried about the physical condition oftheir fathers, and Jerry was anxious to know what it all meant--Mr.Slade and Mr. Baker coming back unexpectedly from their importantbusiness trip to visit their sons at Boxwood Hall.
“Why wouldn’t a letter or a telegram have answered?” Jerry wondered,and Bob and Ned would have wondered also only they were worried lestthe accident might have been more serious than the professor hadadmitted.
A moment later Bob and Ned, with Jerry in the background, stood beforethe door indicated to them by the bell boy.
“Come in!” called a voice as Ned knocked, and he breathed a sighof relief as he recognized his father’s tones, their usual vigorindicating that the injuries could not be very serious.
The boys entered to behold Mr. Slade propped up in an easy chair, oneleg stretched out in front of him on a pile of cushions placed inanother chair, while wound around his head were white bandages.
Mr. Baker sat in another chair, but his legs seemed intact. One arm wasin a sling, however, and his face was adorned, or unadorned, if youplease, with strips of adhesive plaster.
“Oh, Dad! For the love of football! what have you been doing?” askedNed, as he advanced toward Mr. Slade with outstretched hand.
“Easy, Son, easy!” cautioned his father. “That leg’s badly bruised.Don’t touch it or inflict any new injury, for I’ll almost have itamputated before I let that doctor touch it again. But sit down, boys,and we’ll talk business.”
“How are you, Dad?” asked Bob.
“All right, Son. Only I’ll have to give you my left hand. My right iscut and scratched, but, fortunately, no bones broken. So you got theprofessor’s message all right, I see.”
“Yes, we got it--after a fashion,” said Jerry, grimly. “He began witha lizard, worked up to the broken wheel, told about the roll down hill,and finally admitted that you were hurt.”
“He told you by easy stages then,” remarked Mr. Slade. “We asked himnot to alarm you.”
“He didn’t,” affirmed Bob. “But what’s it all about?”
“Yes, what?” chimed in Ned. “We can’t, for the life of us, guess. Endthe suspense, Dad!”
“I lost an important letter, somewhere between the hotel in Haredon,where we stopped to wait for you boys, and Leighton, where I had tomake a business call,” explained Mr. Slade. “That is, I missed theletter when I got there.
“I thought possibly I might have left it in the room Mr. Baker and Iengaged for a short time at the Haredon hotel, so I ’phoned the clerkand asked him to take a look. He did, he said, but there was no traceof the letter anywhere about the place.
“Then I concluded I might have lost it somewhere along the road, and,too, I had an idea that clerk didn’t make any too careful a search.So Mr. Baker and I decided to come back here, or, rather go back toHaredon. And as we were losing time, anyhow, we concluded we might aswell lose more and stop off to see you. We were sorry we missed you,but as things were then we didn’t think we could wait.
“So we started back, hiring a machine to travel in, and--well, I guessthe professor told you what happened. It was an unfortunate accident,but it might easily have been worse. Neither of us had any bonesbroken, though I don’t know but what a bruised leg, like mine, painsalmost as much as a broken one. Now you have the whole explanation,boys, as to why we are here. We sent for you, thinking you would beable to help us. I want you, Ned, to go to that hotel and see if youcan find the letter.
“It contained some important information that I must act on at once,and I need it to refer to. If you can find it----”
Ned interrupted his father by stepping forward with the missive he hadpicked up in the hotel lobby.
With surprise showing on his face, Mr. Slade unfolded the missive, andas he realized what it was he cried:
“Where in the world did you get it? Is this a case of mind reading, anddid you know what I was coming back for, and go after the letter?”
“Nothing as occult as that,” laughingly answered Ned. “We simply pickedit up where you must have dropped it as you paid your bill at theHaredon hotel desk.”
“That’s right!” admitted Mr. Slade. “I did pull out my wallet thereto get money to settle for our room and meal. The letter must havecome out with it. I’m obliged to you, Ned. This is very important--howimportant you can hardly guess.”
“I can in part, Dad, for I took the liberty of reading the letter. Ididn’t realize what it was at first.”
“Oh, that’s all right. I should have told you, anyhow.”
“But what about a doctor?” Ned asked. “The professor said you wanted usto get one for you, and that’s why we came on with such a rush.”
“Oh, that was my fault,” explained Mr. Baker. “When we got clear ofthe machine, and were being brought on here by a passing motorist, Isuggested that you boys had better be sent for and asked to get us aphysician, as you would probably know best which medical man wouldsuit your father, Ned, and myself. But, as it happened, we were bothbleeding pretty freely, though not seriously, and the clerk here didn’twant us to wait about having any special physician. He sent for Dr.Mitchell, who did very well by us, I think.”
“The very one we would have picked out!” cried Ned. “He’s consideredthe best in town.”
“Glad to know we didn’t make any mistake,” said Mr. Slade. “Well,getting back this letter simplifies matters. There’s no need for youto make that trip to Haredon, Ned. Though you might, if you will,telephone the hotel clerk there and tell him I have the paper I waslooking for.”
“I will, Dad. Sorry you’re so battered up.”
“Oh, well, it might be worse. It’s going to interfere with my plans,though, for no doubt I’ll be laid up here a few days. I’m getting stiffnow, and I know I can’t travel to-morrow.”
“Did you count on going on out to your ranch, Dad, and trying to catchthose cattle rustlers yourself?” asked Ned, eagerly.
“Well, I don’t know that I was exactly planning to go myself,” answeredMr. Slade, slowly. “But something has to be done, and soon, too. Ididn’t tell you,” he went on, “but I happened to miss this letter whenI looked for it after I received a telegram from Watson on my arrivalin Leighton.”
“You mean he telegraphed you after he wrote this letter?” Ned asked.
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“Yes, a little while ago. His wire was filed this morning, and was tothe effect that another choice bunch of my steers was run off lastnight.”
“Whew!” whistled Ned. “That’s surely bad.”
“It certainly is, Son! And it’s got to stop!”
“How did Watson know where to find you?” asked Ned of his father.
“He didn’t. He telegraphed me at my office, and as they knew my routethey sent on the message.”
“I see. But what are you going to do?” and Ned’s voice had in it aneager note.
“Well, that’s one of the reasons we came on to Boxwood,” said Mr.Baker. “Watson suggested, in his wire, that I send out some New Yorkor Boston detective to the ranch to see what he could do. The cowboys,though they’re all right at their own business, don’t seem to be muchof a success as sleuths. I happen to know one or two New York privatedetectives, one of whom did some work for me a few years ago. So I’vedecided to engage him, and what I want you to do, Ned, is to go on toNew York, explain matters to him, and hire him. I’d do it myself onlyI’m laid up, as you see, and Mr. Baker has other matters to engage him.I think you can attend to the detective end of the business as well asI. So, if you can arrange to make the trip, I’ll give you more detailswhich you can pass on to Peck. That’s the detective’s name--Henry Peck.”
“Well, Dad,” returned Ned, slowly, “I suppose I _could_ go to New Yorkall right, but I don’t _want_ to--to be frank with you.”
Ned’s chums looked curiously at him. It was not at all like theirfriend to object to his father’s wishes.
“You don’t want to go?” repeated Mr. Slade. “Well, Ned, of course Idon’t want to take you away from your studies, but----”
“Oh, it isn’t a question of studies, Dad. I’m all through, as far asthey are concerned. This is the last week. But I think you don’t needany New York detective.”
“Why not?” demanded Mr. Slade. “Don’t you suppose I want the thefts ofmy cattle stopped?”
“Sure you do,” and Ned smiled and winked at his chums, who themselvesdid not quite see his drift.
“Well, then get ready to go to New York and engage that detective,” andMr. Slade spoke a bit sharply, for his leg pained him.
“Oh, Dad!” cried Ned, his eyes shining as he hurriedly arose from hischair. “Let the sleuth go! As for the stealing of your cattle, _we’ll_stop it!”
“Who’ll stop it?” repeated Mr. Slade, as if in a daze.
“We’ll stop it, Dad! We were just wondering where we’d spend our summervacation and now we know. It will be out on your Square Z ranch solvingthe mystery of the cattle thieves among the cowboys! Hurrah, fellows!Off for the West once again!”