ALONG THE RIVER.
Matt could do nothing but stare at the freight agent. A man had come
there and driven off with the horse and wagon and taken the cases of
goods with him. It seemed too bold-faced to be true.
"Our man?" he stammered. "We have no man."
"Didn't you send the man here?" demanded the agent, as he stopped
short in his work of checking off packages.
"We certainly did not," returned the young auctioneer. "Andy!" he
called out, as he stepped back toward the open door, and a moment
later Andy Dilks hurried into the depot.
"He says a man came here, got the cases of goods, and drove off with
Billy," cried Matt breathlessly. "You did not send any one here, did
you?"
"Certainly not," returned Andy promptly. "When was this?"
"Less than two hours ago," replied the freight agent, and he was now
all attention. "Do you mean to say the fellow was a thief?"
"He was!" cried Matt.
"I don't see how he could be anything else," added Andy. "Did he
pretend to have an order for the cases?"
"Yes, he had a written order."
"And the bill of lading?"
"N--no, he didn't have that," was the slow reply. "But I thought it
was all right. He looked like an honest chap. You had better notify
the police at once."
"We will," said Matt. "What sort of a looking fellow was he?"
As best he could the freight agent gave a description of the man who
had driven off with the goods and the turn-out. Matt and Andy both
listened attentively.
"By the boots, I'll bet it was that Paul Barberry!" almost shouted the
young auctioneer, ere the agent had ceased talking. "This is his way
of getting even with us for not taking him into partnership."
"Perhaps you are right," returned Andy. "Did you say anything to him
about the wagon being here?"
"I did." And Matt briefly narrated the conversation he had had with
the corn doctor.
Then the agent was questioned further, and it was not long before all
three were convinced that the pretended doctor was the guilty party.
"If I had known he wasn't square I would not have let him have the
cases of goods, that's sure," said the agent meekly.
"I do not doubt that," returned Andy. "But the loss of the horse and
wagon is more than we can stand as it is. We will have to hold the
railroad responsible for the three cases."
"Can't we go after the thief?" suggested the agent, considerably
worried, for he well knew that if the stolen cases were not recovered
the loss would come out of his own pocket.
"Have you a horse and wagon?"
"Yes, and I can get it in five minutes."
"What direction did the thief take, do you suppose?"
The freight agent thought for a moment.
"It is my opinion that he either went over to Easton or else up the
river."
"It is not likely that he went across the bridge," said Matt. "If it
was this Paul Barberry he would be afraid to take that direction,
fearing to meet me and my partner on our way here."
"Yes, that's so," put in Andy.
"Then he went up the river. There is quite a good road for a number of
miles."
"Well, supposing you get your horse and wagon," said Matt impatiently.
"It will not do to waste time here."
"But what of the police?" questioned Andy.
"We can notify them when we come back--that is, if we are unsuccessful."
"All right; hurry up that wagon, then."
The freight agent at once disappeared around the corner of the
building. He was gone nearly five minutes. When he returned he was
leading a fine black horse, attached to a light road wagon.
"Brought you Flip, my fast trotter," he explained. "He ought to be
able to overtake any bit of horseflesh in these parts."
"Well, we want a fast horse," replied Matt, as he sprang into the
wagon without delay. He was quickly followed by Andy and the freight
agent, and off they went at a spanking gait down the smooth road.
It was a fine day, cool and clear, and under any other circumstances
both Matt and Andy would have enjoyed the drive. But just now they
were filled with fears. Supposing they were unable to recover their
turn-out and goods what then?
The partners looked at each other, and that look meant but one thing.
They must recover their property. Such a thing as failure was not to
be countenanced.
At length Phillipsburg was left far behind, and they entered a
somewhat hilly farming section. Presently they came to a farmhouse
standing close to the road. There was an old countryman standing by
the gate, smoking a pipe leisurely, and Matt directed the freight
agent to draw rein.
"Good afternoon," said the young auctioneer politely. "I wish to ask
you for a bit of information."
"Well, son, what is it?" returned the old countryman, removing his
pipe from his mouth and gazing at all three curiously.
"Did an auction wagon pass this way a short while ago?"
"An auction wagon?"
"Yes, sir, a covered wagon, with the sign, 'Eureka Auction Co.,'
painted on the sides. It had a single white horse, with brown spots."
The old man's face lit up.
"Oh, yes; I saw that wagon," he replied.
"You did?" cried Andy. "We are very glad to hear it. Which way did it
go?"
"Right up that way," and the countryman waved his hand to the
northwest.
"Along the river still," said the freight agent. "I thought so."
He was about to drive on when Matt stopped him.
"Did you notice who was driving the wagon?" he called back.
"Yes, a tall man kind of shabbily dressed."
"Must be Barberry," muttered the young auctioneer.
"What's the trouble?" questioned the countryman curiously.
"The turn-out has been stolen, that's the trouble," replied the boy,
and off they sped again, leaving the old countryman staring after them
in open-mouthed wonder.
They turned from the main road, which about half a mile back had led
away from the Delaware, and took the side road the old man had
indicated. It was an uneven wagon track, and they went bumping over
rocks and stumps of trees in a most alarming fashion.
"He couldn't have gone far in this direction," muttered the freight
agent ruefully. "Why, it is enough to break the springs of any wagon
ever made."
"My idea is that he had an object in coming down here," responded Andy
thoughtfully. "Is there any sort of bridge in the neighborhood?"
The agent shook his head.
"No."
"Or a place where the river might be forded?"
"Not now. The heavy rains have swollen the stream, as you can see. In
real dry weather he might find a place to ford."
"Well, it's certain that if he came this way to merely get out of our
reach he chose an awful way of doing it," remarked Matt, as a sudden
lurch of the wagon sent him bouncing up into the air. "This is the
worst riding I've struck yet."
"Worse than when Billy ran away?" questioned Andy, with a sudden gleam
of humor.
"Well, hardly that," admitted the young auctioneer. "But that wasn't
riding at all. That was a slap-bang, go-as-you-please trip, which
didn't--hullo! look there!"
He motioned to the freight agent to draw rein and pointed to a deep
track in a soft bit of ground ahead.
"It's the track of our wagon sure enough!" exclaimed Andy. "I could
tell it out of a hundred."
"So could I, Andy. Follow that, please," went on Matt, to the agent.
"It's queer you didn't see that track before," said the driver
slowly.
"The reason is because it comes from the rocks. Barberry thought it
best to keep on the rocks, I suppose. Maybe he thought he would get
stuck in the mud with the cases if he got on soft ground."
"That's the truth of it, you can depend on it," said Andy. "Hurry up
and follow that track to the end, and we'll soon have our wagon and
goods back."
On and on they went, over soft patches of ground, through low bushes,
and around rocks and fallen trees. Sometimes they were close to the
water's edge, and again they traveled almost out of sight of the
clear-flowing stream.
"We can't go much further in this direction," said the freight agent,
when all of a mile of ground had been covered.
"Why not?" asked Andy.
"There is a big wall of rock just ahead. We will have to pull away
from the river now."
"No, we won't!" shouted Matt. "Look there!"
And he pointed to where the wagon tracks led directly down into the
water.
"I'll bet all I am worth that he crossed the stream here," he went on.
"Do you not see how shallow it is? He went over to that island, and
from there directly to the other side."